Removing old Habits

[Skorvek]

Skorvek sat on his throne in the Necropolis pondering a few things the occupied his mind, One of them being his future and where to go from here.

He sent out a message to [member="Yasha Cadera"] to stop by with an extra message that simply said, ''Bring what you need for the Cure treatment'' He had relied on the force for a long time, But now that ways to counter it have been developed and no doubt will be utilized against him he needed something different.

Relying on the force was a double edged sword, while it provided him great feats and strengths, Without it he was weak and that needed to change. He started more and more to work on the use of life without the force however there was only one way to ensure he isn't tempted to use it.

And that was to remove it entirely from his system, Fortunately the Mandalorians had already developed such a method called the Cure which would remove his ability to use his gifts which is why he called The Infernal over to help administer it.

He knew this would take time to get used to once the process is completed but in the long run he will come back from it stronger and more resolved then ever but for now he waited.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Erebos. A place she last ventured to during her pregnancy with Adara, and since over the years to help [member="Ginnie Dib"]. The planet’s oasis-like jungles enticed the botanically minded Infernal, reminding her of the holoimages she saw of Panatha.

It could, if she were honest with herself, be a piece of home. Yet, now [member="Skorvek"] was asking over the Cure, and her first instinct was the safety of her brother. Was there a criminal on Erebos, who required the Cure?

Was he in danger? Her daughter’s favourite Uncle, ‘Sloobieboo’ was more part of her family than genetics. She rode quickly, and down to the surface without outward complaint.

“Skorvek, where is the villain? How can I help?” The Necropolis was as familiar as Mandalore, and Yasha maneuvered it quickly.

 

[Skorvek]

Naturally [member="Yasha Cadera"] would think that he wasn't asking the cure for himself but for some unseen enemy, When she arrived with her questions he merely looked to her and leaned back before he spoke. His tonne wasn't as deep and cold as he used to have it be but abit shaky, What he was about to say to her even she could tell concerned him a little to show a small amount of fear.

There is no villain....although I can see why you would assume that from my message, The cure I asked for is for myself...

Was all he said as he diged abit into the arms of the throne as he said these words to her, he was making a important choice that he hasn't made before since he first touched into the arts of the force.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

The enemy… where was the enemy? Where was the fiend, who needed the Cure? He was in front of her. Yasha stopped short, staring at [member="Skorvek"] from behind her wolf-helm. His voice shook, body was too stiff.

“For you… Skorvek.” She stood before his throne, holding the cure in her hand. It lied in a small box, contained and ready. “Are you sure? What made this change?”

Skorvek wanted the Cure? What would that mean for his connection with Adara? Did something happen to her battle-brother? Her vod?

 

[Skorvek]

He lifted himself from his throne after he pushed back that fear that he had for a moment before he spoke again, His tone was not as shakey but a hint of it was still there for those who made themselves aware of it.

I have spent 400 years living and dead of my life dependent on the force and its abilities, Back when I was alive technology to combat people like me had not yet been thought of or created, However we are in an age where the grounds between those that train and practice in the force and those that do not are becoming more and more even as more people begin to develop and create ways to neutralize the use of the force such as the Ysalamiri or the void stones. While my physical prowess is stronger then most I have found that without the force I have become ...weak to say the least.

What would I to do if the force was no longer present and i had nothing but my fists hmm? I thought a long time watching you and other Mandalorians thrive without the use of the force and I have grown to envy them, I would have searched for along time for away to remove the force so that I too may ...Fit among the rest while my knowledge of the force will remain I wish to take the Cure so that I am not tempted or by instinct use any of my gifts, I will share what i know of the force to those who wish it and continue training Adara to the best of my abilities. I will not lie and say the decision didn't come without hesitation and concern as the force is all iv known living and death however I wish it gone.


It was all he had to say really on the matter but it was still [member="Yasha Cadera"]s choice if she wished to actually give him the cure or not.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

“I’m sure Adara will never let you stop spending time with her. You really are her favourite.” Yasha listened to the sombre but direct plea of her daughter’s beloved adopted uncle ‘Sloobieboo’. Never less was he Sloobie, but the [member="Skorvek"] Yasha got to know through years of familial moments and battle sibling-hood. Years. A decade since Skorvek and Yasha met on Erebos, in one slim chance-meeting between Ginnie’s husband and the one who forgave.

“The Cure… it effects everyone differently. There may be pain. Discomfort, or illness for a brief time. It’s never pleasant.” She stepped forward, holding the vial in her hands. Her mind fled to [member="Kaine Australis"] in the prison cell beneath the Sundari Palace. He’d taken it with help, the pain writhing in him until the warrior Yasha knew as infallible of courage wept and passed out.

His body never ceased to squirm as she lifted him. Carried him to a bed to lay out the rest of the withdrawal. How would this effect the Anubian?

“We should… you and I should be alone.” His people did not need to see him like this. She waited until others left, before pursing her lips. “I’ll stay with you until it’s over, brother.”

When he was ready, as she did many times as a child under Ra’s tutelage, and only once since, Yasha put the needle to Skorvek’s neck herself.

 

[Skorvek]

The pain that came after the injection made him fall out of his throne and onto the floor as the pain incapacitated him for a few moments, It was not something he expected before as he snarled and growled and made various animalistic noises before he managed to force himself to stand up as the rage in his bones surged forth and he let out a loud and eerie enraged howl of pain as he turned to the throne and [member="Yasha Cadera"] he marched forth.

At first it looked like he might attack the only other person in the room, however instead of that he went over to his throne and started bashing into it as if using the throne chair he was currently smashing into pieces as a outlet for his rage, This went on for a few minutes as he kept bashing into it until it was a pile of rubble and his hands there bleeding before he finally composed himself.

He looked to his hands and then to the now destroyed Throne, He could feel the difference yet he wanted to test something first, he reached out in an attempt to lift a piece of the throne chair with the force and saw that nothing happened not even a small movement . The force was gone from him, he will have to get used to it now but the cure did exactly as it was intended.


He turned to Yasha still shaking abit from the adrenaline rush he had earlier before he walked over and did one thing that he rarely would have done and gave her a hug of thanks before he walked back abit from her and spoke again.


Forgive the outburst...This is something I will have to get used to but I thank you for doing this for me.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

The onslaught phased Yasha barely at all. It seemed an apropos reaction to pain, the fight to claim it. To harness and own it. [member="Skorvek"] spent more time than even she in the Nether, and knew much about using pain as fuel.

That part didn’t change with Force Death. How one used their emotional fuel didn’t quit when they stopped being capable of throwing rocks at walls with their minds.

“Skorvek! Oy!” Yasha bellowed, attempting in her way to contain the violence to the inanimate, but preparing for any charge at her person, which might take place. The Cure effected everyone differently. To her regret, she’d seen far too many unique responses for her days.

True to word, Yasha stayed with Skorvek during his trial, near enough to be felt, but far enough to be no threat or ballast for throwing at his decimated throne. Twice that day Skorvek surprised Adara’s mother.

The hug was… jaunting but pleasant. Answering it with a hug of her own, Yasha held him until she felt him desire to let go.

“Sit your backside down, Skor.” Yasha shifted in the hug to ‘trip’ him with one foot behind his, and a push with her shoulder. She guided him to the ground, pulling a medkit from her thigh holster and flicking it open. “Hands.”

Offering one of hers, Yasha waited for him to plop one of his damaged paws on hers. She sprayed it with antiseptic, then set bacta-tabs on the wounds, wrapping the hand in bacta bandages. Calm, deliberate and silent, Yasha reached for his other hand, repeating the process.

“Nothing to forgive. You aren’t a puddle on the floor, so that alone is… impressive. How does it feel?”