A Vessel for Violence
On The Beach
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Jonyna Si
Equipment Loadout:
- Primary Weapon(s): N/A
- Secondary Weapon(s): N/A,
- Specialized Gear: N/A
- Armor & Attire: N/A
The breeze off the sea deepened as twilight settled across the beach, the horizon now a soft burnished line between dusk and shadow. Sable stood alone at the shoreline of Alakatha, where the ancient, sea-polished stones met the sand like the broken teeth of a long-dead leviathan. The ocean's rhythm pulsed steadily, as though the world itself still remembered how to breathe, even when she sometimes forgot.Her cloak fluttered with the wind, a thin barrier between her and the creeping chill. The serenity of the place was deceptive—soft waves, golden skies, quiet gull cries—it was the kind of peace most beings craved. But Sable wasn't most beings. To her, it was a hollow lullaby, one that failed to quiet the thoughts moving beneath the surface of her mind.
She stared out at the water, eyes half-lidded but restless. There was no comfort in the view, no grounding in the salt air. Her presence on this beach wasn't happenstance—it never was. Every path she took had meaning, every detour some calculated move… at least, it used to feel that way.
Now it all felt like she was following a thread she couldn't see, one woven long before she ever stepped foot on this world.
She let her gaze drift down to the sand beneath her boots. Damp, coarse, clinging. She crouched, idly dragging her fingers through it, forming a small spiral, then flattening it again. The simplicity of the act only made the weight in her chest press harder.
The ruin still lingered in her thoughts.
Nar Shaddaa lingered in her thoughts.
That place had spoken in a way nothing else had—not through words, not even the Force, but through sensation. An oppressive presence, veiled and ancient, like something waiting just beneath stone and time. And Vendra... Vendra had felt it too, even if she couldn't name it. The woman's bravado had been a mask, but the unease was real.
Whatever was buried there, it wasn't done speaking.
Sable clenched her jaw. The Holocron had been shattered, but that didn't mean the knowledge was lost. Some truths were carved into the bones of places. Echoes. Fragments. She'd learned to listen to them. She had to.
She stood again, arms falling back to her sides, eyes tracking a distant storm gathering on the far edge of the sea. Lightning flickered faintly in the clouds—silent at this distance, but it would arrive eventually.
"Always another storm," She said to the air, voice low and toneless.
She thought of the path ahead. The growing sense of convergence. Whispers in archives. Shadowed names resurfacing in strange places. The pieces didn't yet fit, but she was beginning to see the shape of something larger—something that reached beyond this world.
And that scared her more than she'd ever admit.
But fear never stopped her. It just sharpened her edge. She set a hand on her mask, feeling the mask pop, the air hisses as she released the seal.
She takes in the smell of the air, wincing as the sun shines down at her. The damage from a precious engagement still lingered. The burns along her eyes, the singed skin didn’t take well to the air.
She paused, and went further, stripping away the armor, going down to the body glove, wincing as she exposed her damaged form to the fresh air.
It took several rather painful moments, before she had the armor removed, and stowed away. She steadied herself, clad in swim wear, though her body was a little worse for wear.
Several burns lingered about her arms, legs, and chest. The appearance of the damage was far worse than it was as in actuality.
She turned away from the sea at last, walking slowly up the beach away from her waiting speeder. The tide crept in behind her, reclaiming the footprints she left behind. As always, Sable left no trail aside from one thing. Her mask laid buried in the sand, as the waves slowly rushed to claim it.
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