Mourning Lives Lost on Common Ground

[Kay-Larr]

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Munto City.
The Dead Scar

Out of the fog towards the Dead Scar where Munto City once stood proud and tall, Commenori and others began to gather. Music played softly and voices were heard singing along. It was a solemn time; a day of rememberence.

A month had passed since [member="Darth Prazutis"] and [member="Darth Carnifex"] came to Commenor, bringing not only their wrath, but their control over their planet and space as well. The occupation had begun and and so far there was little trouble. Most that were deemed capable of launching assaults, like military personnel were already in custody, their lives forfeited once the war was over.

Imperial soldiers stood watch over those that gathered. And just like the fog, the air and energy of the place was heavy. No life could be supported here. All that remained were ghosts of the dead and some partial structures that somehow managed to survive the orbital attack.

As the music and singing continued, people began placing crystal flowers that glowed with a light of their own. They were gathered at Rock Point Bay by the people and crafted into flowers that would forever be in bloom. It will take some time in the months ahead, but the plan was to have over 8 million flowers; one for each of the dead; to be placed around the Dead Scar.

Whether her Overseers [member="Darth Interitus"] and [member="Draxan Vazda"] decided to appear or not, Kay didn't care. In fact, she'd rather that they didn't. Today wasn't a day for grand speeches or showing who's government was greater. No, this was a day of mourning and of honouring the dead.

Dressed in a black gown, with it's folds billowing in the breeze, Kay crouched down and unfolded a bundle of fabric, laying it down at the edge of the Dead Scar. It was the Commenor flag. Upon it she placed one of the crystal flowers, it's colour a sky blue. She then stood up and clasped her hands in front of her, stepping back so that others may place their own crystal flowers down.

 

[Doyle]

Einon sat nearby, watching the procession and ceremony take place. He didn't look to [member="Lady Kay"] or anyone in particular, but he did keep the Queen visible from the corner of his eye.

Although he wasn't Force sensitive by any means, he could feel the depth of despair that clung to the place. It was the strangest thing that he had ever felt. But also that saddest. Would the fog ever leave? He wasn't sure. Perhaps it was the planet's way of mourning as well.

The music and melodic voices ebbed and flowed with the fog, as though theywere the breathing of one giant creature. He just sat there and watched. Some of the people there he had seen in the underground bunkers that were his charge during the siege. Did he feel as though he had failed them? Possibly. But all of that was going to be rectified in the future.

Einon glanced down to the crystal flower that he held in his hands. It was purple; his favourite colour. One of his friends from childhood had died here. Kara was her name. She owned a little old book shop that stood on a corner in a quiet neighbourhood there. Always he would remember her wavy brown hair and green eyes. He had thought that one day he might settle down with her, but that just wasn't meant to be. That wasn't the life for him.

He got to his feet and then walked over to the edge with the others and placed his crystal flower down. He paused for a moment, kissing the palm of his hand before resting it on top of the flower. "Good journeys Kara...."

Einon stood up and returned to the boulder he sat on before, regaining the posture and keeping silent. What he waited for was anyome's guess and known only to him.

 

[Asajj Novar]

Beside [member="Lady Kay"] stood a red haired woman wearing a simple gown of blue and white, holding her own crystal flower. Her purple gaze looked out to the fog, disbelief flooding her mind. It was like the dead still screamed in the pain of their last moments. Asajj stared at the destruction for a long while, even after the Queen had set her own flower down with the flag of her planet, before finally stepping forward to set down her own flower and quickly rushing back to the Queen's side.

"I don't think the dead will ever know peace again here. The Sith cursed them." The Dathomir whispered solemnly, her eyes filled with sadness.

 

[Mythos]

Location: Deep in the Scar
Objective: Feast and make a tribute.

Truly Prazutis had outdone himself, the massive power of this nexus would be the first of many Mythos would seek to consume and gather power from, to survive here he walked with his golden armor and he walked alone. Being sensitive to the darkness and powerful miasma similar to Jar'Kai, Mythos could see the spirits that wandered the glassed ruins if he so decided to use Force Sight. Only his Ax was with him and he was here to feed upon the darkness as he wandered around seemingly aimlessly in the city that his shadow hand had created. The few structures that remained with any integrity remained only with the most basic of bases and the miasma over it was dense, the suffering of the souls trapped here everlasting.

To Mythos it was a wondrous symphony of beautiful music, ghosts and agony that fueled him better than any refreshing water or tasty food. Here in the dead scar the strain of the force was lifted from hos body, the exertions of power that took their toll on him now washed away in a glassed sea of pure death and suffering, yet he did have one small stop he needed to make before he could truly wander aimlessly. There was a man in the battle, @Lauri Törni, after assessing the battle Mythos found his final stand worthy of honor. He had requested a gravshovel, a Commenori military entrenchment tool popular in light infantry troops and the tags of all of Tornis' men, all of whom were dead if his report was correct.​

After a long walk Mythos arrived in a place on Munto City that had once been a veterans building, now it was nothing more than some durasteel flakes, but Mythos was sure it was here. Mythos took time from his walk to clear out a space in this inhospitable land, scoop by scoop with his gravshovel until he had made a half moon sized clearing in the ground. He used the power of the dark side of the force and his mastery of telekinesis to bend the broken and melted durasteel around the fallen building to mold around what he had dug slowly, regularly blasting the amalgamation of durasteel with sith lightning, heating it over and over again and beding it, shaping it slowly for a few hours until complete. It resembled a wicked and twisted tree with sixty five branches, each having varying ammounts of branches that split off from them. On each tip Mythos hung the tags of each of Lauri's men and under them a picture of their children and significant other.

It was a silent tribute no one would see, Not Torni or anyone else, but Mythos would know and respect between warriors of true caliber like Torni and Mythos transcended sides and ideologies. "Rest easy. Your brothers have it from here" He said, lighting a cigar in their honor and placing it before the macabre tribute, the only enjoyable things for miles. After he indulged his sense of warrior culture he turned and walked into the fog of the glassed city, back to basking in the darkness of the miasma and feasting upon it.

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[Kay-Larr]

Kay watched [member="Einon"] as he moved to place down his flower. There was little that she knew of his personal life. What words he spoke, she couldn't hear. But there was sorrow written on his face. Perhaps he had lost a loved one.

[member="Asajj Novar"] moved past her to place her flower. The young woman was a handmaiden of sorts, brought onto the staff by Olivia; the Head of the House. And although Kay hadn't spoken to her much, she was glad to have her around at times.

Her words rang true. The whole area had felt cursed. Kay knew however that if she didn't surrender when she did, there'd be more places like this on Commenor. Dead places.

"There are ways to fix it. And we will. In time. It won't be this way forever...." But the area that once was Munto City was huge. It would take a lot of work to rid it of the Darkness that now took hold of it.

 

[Asajj Novar]

The Dathomir nodded to [member="Lady Kay"] 's words. She knew little of the occurrence that caused this wound or even how such a dark place worked, but she trusted the Queen's intuition. She watched in silence as more and more flowers were set out in the fog covered area. There were already so many. "How many were lost?" Asajj didn't even know of the event until she arrived to Commenor, and even then she knew little on what actually happened.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay watched as the 'field' of flowers grew. At least these crystal flowers will not wilt or die. They would catch the sun, if the fog ever lifted, and perhaps lighten up such a terrible scar. That is if the Sith Imperials allow for such a thing.

When she spoke to [member="Asajj Novar"] , her voice was quiet and riddled with guilt. "Over eight million lost their lives in the blink of an eye. At least it was quick..." But they suffered still. And so did she. This placed served as a reminder of her defiance to a power greater than her own.

Her own power had diminished, but still she had influence over others near and far.

"Vengeance will come in ways that they won't expect. We've just got to be patient."