Obsidian Butterfly

[Sera Inkari]

Wanting to call out, every time we come across something we can’t comprehend I want to look ahead to its future and understand its present, but she breathed all that in and kept her hands close to her stomach, wrapped together. Resisting urges for flames to burn, just simmering heat within and without.

“Can we not show them?” If they could not talk, could they demonstrate? Not appeal to an alien morality that wasn’t the same as theirs, but instead offer an understanding of intricate dogmas and traditions that these alien minds may be able to study. Another might have said offer an understanding of lives and people, but Sera was still weighed heavily toward method and faith. ”Through offering an understanding of patterning and routines?” If they didn't understand what patterns were, “Alema may formulate dogma they understand.” A ship might better communicate structural patternings and engineering concepts for architects. Pity her old friend Fyor wasn’t here, but did "Liber have any thoughts?" Might all be a waste of time, if really they didn't comprehend a pattern, and Sera didn't understand concepts like chaos theory to offer that option, as she wasn't a scientist.

A walk through an eerie and alien place felt like another dream. Resisting the urge to tug at one of the dreamers to try and wake them, she kept her hands wrapped tight. “Faith we can find a way Master, if not for these souls, then a way to avoid such harm befalling others.” Her duty and service to try, because that's what a jedi would do, or so she thought and was trying. Naive but goodhearted.

Syn

 

[Syn]

Liber was looking at Sera Inkari with a look on her face. "Yeah I have nothing... the service corp studied them but the species is hard to pin down.. those things we saw walking here that changed shape... that was them trying to communicate or warn off or whatever. They don't speak not really, they don't have a set of values that we might be able to figure out.... It was alienbut we did study some of the ruins on worlds they had gone to and the people could be freed it was just a matter of how long they had been there. Seeing an idealized version of reality can become addicting and like in the dragons void we have never been able to find a home world for them."

The jedi master was listening to it all and he had to have a couple ideas before he stopped and started to open up the fleshy bits to pull out the mechanical guts and try freeing some of the living things she could barely hear the heartbeats for. They were sickly and the jedi master was trying to get a reaction. "I am uncertain what we will fight but releasing them might be a mercy we do... that they will perish from the undernourishment of it all is the problem. We could be leading to the deaths of thousandshere in the city."

 

[Sera Inkari]

Liber talked about what they dreamed of and being addicted to the idealized versions of reality. Sera thought about it, “they changed shape at the door?” That could be a method of facilitating communication, “shapes may be their form of dogma and ritual.” Speech through shapes, that might be logical for builders or architects, even if their shapes were alien and not recognizable to her or the group.

Death’s of thousands, she was struggling, because killing them was merciful and she was in a great deal of torment about it again. A year ago she would have burned the building and not thought twice, so her apprehension and doubt were healthier responses. "If there is no other way. Can their dreams not be more merciful and plain. Wean them off their machines. I could… we could dream with them, ask them.” There was a certain pleading in her voice, as if every life was becoming personally her responsibility, however, she seemed to already be searching out with her senses looking for a way to make it happen, not just asking. This need, emotion and focus, had brought forth the first-ever living fire she had ever done, a tiny small entity above her head formed within the force. "Seek my answers," sera said softly to the fist-sized glowing ball of fire, and it flew off into the darkness ahead of them.

Any suggestion of entering a dream with the dreamers in an entirely alien consciousness was dangerous she knew that, and Syn probably did too. They might be able to slowly take them out of their sleep from outside, shut down their machines bit by bit without killing them? She left that up to them to decide. But it was coming... the Sera Inkari request to save them all… How many could Syn’s ship actually carry? She breathed deep. “Do we have any medics that can help us?” With just three of them, this was a big task, a transport ship would help too for this many people or this much equipment. All her old favors were used up, not that she had many friends outside of this room anymore.

Syn

 

[Syn]

The jedi master was looking at her and spoke with some sadness in his voice. He didn't know if they could save them and this far out from any of the major jedi outposts... getting a medical ship here would be hard pressed... or some of he dangerous things since they were closer to sith space. "It would be more dangerous." He remained there though and looked at her as Liber came closer to close in the circle and spoke. "Best we could do would be to incinerate the fleshy bits it would release them and let them pass on. it would be like going to sleep." Where they were looking though the jedi master stayed there seeing the lving flame that Sera had created. "We do not have room on the ship to take and care for all of them... less so with the space that has been occupied."

 

[Sera Inkari]

Hearing his sadness, he might hear her volatility. Since he’d opened her heart to the suffering of others, it didn’t want to stop, just bleed emotion. She didn’t want to believe Syn, even if it was true. Accepting truth was sometimes the hardest thing to do. Her fiery creation was still flying about the facility, though what insight living fire was going to bring to proceedings was anyone’s guess.

Taking a sip of water from her belt again, cooling herself down, she was always drinking something. “I can save them.” She declared, with a slight raise of her chin. Wanting to give in and dream with them, hoping that would solve it all. Knowing it wouldn’t, “maybe not,” she deflated. A volatile up and down.

Practical rigidity took over and imposed itself over vulnerable emotion, “we can make it as painless as we can Master for those who are dying, and save who we can with rations and food,” even if most didn’t make it, and even if it took them days. She had few rations with her but had packed some from the ship.

That is what her living fire was seeking out, nourishment, the only answer an element could offer to the problem of starvation, was to burn its way back to them, glowing with images of a storage room for all the Jedi to see on the walls, a projection of hope. Sludge and goop, nothing appeal but food. “Thank you.” Sera smiled to the small dancing ball of fire ahead, barely a candle size, the few seconds it had lived had was show them some supplies for the few that might be saved. If the thick soup it had located in the storeroom was edible?

Sera's smile soon faded, because she knew most would not be saved. “I am not strong enough to know who can be saved, from those who are starving with no hope.” She admitted to him, “can you sense that?” If not she, or they, would have to enter the dream, or it might be a long mission of trial and error finding them all. Either way, her hands lit up again ready to give them final rest, but her heart was heavy as was his.

Syn

 

[Syn]

"No, not yet." He said it and was looking at her... unable to see the projection on the wall but he was looking at the bodies in the force as he spoke. "They are hooked up right now. the organism... machine is making their organs function to keep them alive even when their body doesn't have the strength. Removing them will give a chance for their bodies to try and live once again." He said it and was looking at more of it... looking at what they had and there was an entire city here they would have to look over. "We can free them though, that wouldn't be as hard. It is a singular organism that I can sense and see so killing it would disconnect them... being able to rush and get to the people in time could take some difficulty. Are you prepared for that?" He looked at Sera Inkari