Public Recovery | A Return from the Nether

[Tasgetius]

R E C O V E R Y​

LOCATION: CHRISTOPHSIS
CNS MEDICAL FRIGATE
TWO DECADES

The last thing he had remembered - prior to the temple that the knights had found him in - had been awakening in the Netherworld of the Force. He had not known then, as he does now, that there had been Billions just like him that found themselves in a similar situation. He wasn't even sure just how many of them had managed to return before he had, or how many remained trapped on the other side. Entire families gone, torn apart in an instant; the report had said as much - at least one of the few bits of news he was able to pry or steal from the staff on the Frigate. They seemed to want to keep him protected, to carefully release the information to him bit by bit out of fear that it might be overwhelming. At that moment though, having finally been freed from the Netherworld, that was more overwhelming than any other news he could have been given. He was back, back in a galaxy that had likely thought him long dead, and he couldn't blame those that had moved on with their lives.

He did not have that option, he didn't get the chance to simply move on, as every day had been one for survival. The only thing that had kept him sane was finding a friend that he had thought long since lost - and even now, he could still hear her voice from time to time. She had been the only individual in the Nether that kept him going with the hope that he would return one day to the Galaxy - and it showed. When he was brought on broad, it was the one thing that he would not allow to be parted from his side, his hand clasping tightly to the object that none could pry it from his hand. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he looked down into his lap, his hands still carefully cradling the object within his grasp - an old lightsaber, one that he had for some near thirty years at that point.

The leather was old and tarnished, the metal casing dulled over time - though not a speck of rust could be found upon the hilt - he had at least ensured to keep it clean as best he could out of respect. Leaning back against the bed, he closed his eyes for a moment, though only just, still worried that this was some trick of the Nether to catch him with his guard down. His attention shot back to the moment as his eyes quickly flung open, his hand gripping the lightsaber in his lap, ready to ignite the blade the moment he heard the doors open. His eyes settled upon the doctor, a soft sigh and a bit of relief as a droid followed behind him. There had been test after test run, it was a small price to pay, even finding an odd reassurance with each pinprick that stung his skin. Shifting slightly, he kept to himself, his attention turning away as he peered out the viewport in the room, watching the black void beyond as the shimmering stars seemed to dance against the backdrop.

There wasn't much to expect at this moment, all that he had known was gone, many of the people he had known were gone as well. It was small comfort in that knowledge, though still, it meant that perhaps he really was out of the Netherworld and finally returned. Still, the next thought entered his mind, and that was his place in the Galaxy. When he had disappeared he had been attempting to rally a cause to his side, the Knights of Kal'Shebbol - a counter to the Force Users in the Galaxy - now though, it had been Force Users that had saved him, both in the Nether and upon his return. Perhaps they weren't all bad, though those were thoughts and worries for another day. For now, he needed rest, and time to recover for the ordeal - he could worry about his place in the Galaxy, among the Confederacy once everything else was said and done.

Chaos NaNo 2021: 688 ​

 

[Kyyrk]

A S S E S S
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Any time an event such as this took place, Kyyrk took an interest. Fortunately for him, he found himself at ground zero the moment that it happened. Sure, he was hanging from a cliff at that exact moment, but time is relative. Kyyrk had ensured transport back to Naboo aboard the medical frigate, citing an order from Exarch Talon that he technically did not have. But, that technicality was soon erased. Between himself, the appearance of Khora , Zerei , Omni, and now this mysterious individual, the office of the Exarch had taken an interest in beings thrust suddenly upon the galaxy. Frankly, Kyyrk was growing less and less amused with each occurrence.

He'd waited long enough for the Medical staff to clear the man as suitable to receive visitors, then Kyyrk requested an audience with the man. Kyyrk still bore the armor he'd worn during that fateful battle, though he had left his helmet back in his quarters. He entered the room behind the doctor and his assistant, standing quietly at the back of the room.

"Glad to see you're adjusting well." There was an undertone of morbid humor in the man's words. He was making light of the situation, but it was not the tone of a man making light of what he could not understand. No, there was something in his voice that suggested he had some idea of what the mysterious man had endured. "I am Knight Verros, Confederacy of Independent systems. More importantly, I am a friend." Again, his tone conveyed a deeper meaning. He did not say that he was a friend for the sake of companionship and camaraderie, simply that he was an ally. Not an enemy. His hands clasped in front of him, and his head canted to the side slightly. "Are you well enough, and willing, to speak?"

Tasgetius

 

[Tasgetius]

R E C O V E R Y​

LOCATION: CHRISTOPHSIS
CNS MEDICAL FRIGATE
TWO DECADES

It seemed, at least for that moment, that he was going to be a rather popular individual; between the doctor and their assistant and a surprise visitor, the room felt a bit more crowded than it had in the hours prior. He wasn't sure just how he had made it out of that Temple on the planet, nor let alone the Nether altogether. He remembered the whispers and something that drew him to the location - then he was in the inner chamber with a slew of new faces all the while attempting to readjust to the Galaxy. Before he had a chance to speak, he took in a sharp wheezing breath, his lungs apparently still having trouble with the atmosphere that was not of the Nether, though there wasn't much in the way of overcoming that save for throwing him back in - a prospect in itself that he did not cherish the thought. Keeping his hand holding firmly to the hilt of the lightsaber, his other hand carefully moved over it, though he had not acknowledged the individual speaking just yet - his attention still remaining upon the void beyond the window of his room.

"One does not truly appreciate the heavens above until they have been devoid from their view. If you were to stand upon a planet or travel the stars, night after night, you would soon lose interest or become so numb to their presence that it would take their absolute destruction for you to truly notice that a star was gone and its twinkling dance faded from the void. In the Nether, however, things shift and change, and one can not fully trust their own senses in such a twisted place. You look up and all you see is the Chaotic maelstrom of that realm, perhaps catching a glimpse, a faded memory from the Galaxy. It is not until you've been devoid of the wonders of the Galaxy that you truly learn to appreciate them once you see them again."

Philosophical thoughts and appreciation of his surroundings aside, he still had no full idea as to what he could offer in terms of the request of speaking. There was little he remembered of the Nether, he did not, after all, take notes on what he had seen nor did he think of such thoughts - living in the moment and merely trying to survive. With a soft sigh, his attention finally pulled from the void beyond as he looked down to the lightsaber in his hand, the only item that had kept him truly alive throughout the Netherworld and the endeavors that he had overcome. He could have easily discarded the beaten and tattered armor that he wore, though, it was the one thing that he would not permit another to touch.

"I am Grandmaster Tasgetius of the Knights of Kal'Shebbol..."

His words slowly dropped off for a moment, memories flooding into his mind of the fortress that had been on the planet - though now it was likely that it was nothing more than a forgotten ruin tucked away in the mountains. Perhaps that was for the best, for it to be forgotten and left to its rest; what he had attempted at that time, it was unlikely that such an organization could rise from the ashes like a phoenix of old - no, it was best to allow it and those that had once followed those tenants to rest.

"Though now I am just Tasgetius. The Knights of Kal'Shebbol are likely long since gone - collapsed with the loss of those that had led it and held it together when many of us disappeared into the Nether... No, now, now I'm just Tasgetius."

Kyyrk

Chaos NaNo 2021: 621​