Saving Veino Garn

[Veino Garn]

Word had spread through channels, official and unofficial, of many sorts, tendrils of information weaving their way through the galactic social scene. Not the desirable social scene, anyways. No high rollers or CEOs would hear of this. But others would. The Underground, as disparate and flowing as it existed received word. Jedi from all over the galaxy and scattered through the various factions, especially those with ties to the defunct Fel Imperium, Order of the Grey, or Army of Light. The New Jedi Order had it on more official channels. The word was shocking to many, and to some, perhaps even tragic.

Master Veino Garn, who had for years been seen striding across battlefields along various governments against the Sith in their many forms with his yellow lightsaber, had fallen on Lujo.

Yet he was not dead, physically speaking. His body remained alive but his mind, his spirit, was lost. No doctors could understand why, and the healers of the Jensaarai had been baffled by such a strange happening. They had made Veino as comfortable as they could, installing him in a secluded island safehouse, and called for assistance from everyone they could think of who might care enough to travel across the galaxy to try and help.

The chief healer stood now on the speeder pad of the small island, staring over the sea. It was quiet today, the waves rhythmic and the breeze gently playing with her hair. This was a good sign. None of the visitors should have any issue with arriving due to weather. She took a deep breath and moved down the beach, walking stick digging into the soft material as she picked her way around.

The patient was in good health, as far as she was able to see. No serious injuries. No toxin. Physiologically speaking, he was in good health. But there was something wrong. Veino, whom she remembered from when he had returned from an ill-fated expedition to the mountains that cost another apprentice his life, was gone.


He remembered this place. He had been here, the Netherworld, they had called it, and it had driven him mad with the fear and agony that permeated its fiber. But he felt nothing now but peace and... floating. He looked down and could see the outline of himself, or perhaps the idea of himself, but nothing more. No physical body. The man frowned, or tried to frown, but nothing seemed to move. His hands moved though, or perhaps floated in a cloud of mist would be the better term. What had happened?

A figure appeared in front of him, that same apparition from Lujo. He knew him too, from a long time ago. Despite the apparitions adolescent appearance, they were the same age. Been raised together, but something had happened to create a rift.

The figure spoke.

"What is your name? Do you remember your name?"

The man stared at the figure, trying to speak, but finding nothing. He was so many names. Ashin Varanin. Coren Starchaser. Sage Bane. Spencer Jacobs. Siobhan Kerrigan. All rang with a familiarity, but none were quite right. He shook his head after a moment. He did not know his name.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Veino Garn"]

In the great beyond a singular figure moved through the voids. She was small, unassuming. Clad in a maroon hoodie with twin sawed of shotguns strapped to her back in an X formation. The sands here, if one could call it that drifted around her ankles as she stepped. This was a brave new world, a place she'd never ever been.

How Eliza found herself here was beyond her. One minute she had closed her eyes to rest and the next felt a powerful pull behind her navel. Yes she had fallen down the proverbial rabbit hole, being ripped via her uncontrolled unawares astral projection. In short she had accidentally slipped into another dimension. It was in her mind, and in the force. Her body lived but she?

She was fast approaching a swirling entity, something she'd never laid eyes upon before.

"Hello?" She asked, uncertain of her fate.

Her brown eyes swept the plains, piercing the foggy mists. One hand reached to her Westar at her side, only to find it wasn't there.

"What is this place?"

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Marshal Voidstalker was no expert on the mind. [member="Adele Adonai"] had shown him much, but he was well aware that his training had been in a limited scope of the field. If she was still with the New Jedi Order, he would have sought her advice. But she was not. She was gone, beyond his reach.

Not being the expert did not absolve one of responsibility for a colleague in arms who needed help. That was why his shuttle was touching down on a secluded island on Susevfi. Stepping down the entry ramp, garbed in his simple robes, Jacen went to look for those in charge of Veino’s care.

[member="Veino Garn"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Veino Garn"]

Alexandra smiled as she looked down at the body of her old friend. There under the guise of a doctor, features kind and eyes soft while she stared at the man with whom she knew well enough. He was trapped in his mind and even now she wondered about her friend's internal mindscape. Perhaps he was trapped behind his own pain or something more... she was curious, all so curious, and perhaps it was time to talk to her dear Jensaari friend. Of course she knew it would look strange enough for this woman to simple sit there so she breathed in and glanced to the door. As far as they knew she was a concerned woman who was there from the outside world but in a moment she focused on the illusion that melted away.

She then stood there as herself, white kimono styled robes with her neck covered by a silvered scarf. Her hair jet black and her eyes a piercing bluish gold. Her tail she now owned curled around her body until it was comfortable and last of all was the small white Ashlan Wolf that moved from her robes onto the ground. "Daeda, ill leave you incharge of watch duty, if anyone comes by, do try to explain or warn me about it. Ok?" The wolf would nod its head before allowing her to take a seat beside her friend. And with a breath in her mind faded and she reached out to her friend's letting it try to pierce into his before she was interrupted.

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Eliza Raxis"]

Veino's body remained still and unmoving, with only the slightest rise and fall of his chest to indicate he was still breathing as the machines continued to beep and hiss to maintain the body. His self, or rather, the apparition of himself, was far away, staring at the two apparitions that approached him. One was oh so familiar, with twisted arm and bloodied face. The other, a young woman, he had never met before.

"Hello?" She asked, "What is this place?" The form that was Veino, shimmering and blue, shook its head slowly. These sands and drifts were familiar, calling back to an older time that eluded him. A time of pain and fear, was all he remembered. So much pain and so much fear. So many beings tearing him apart. The other figure studied the woman carefully.

"This," He said slowly, "Is the Netherworld, where those who die find themselves, and perhaps..." The figure stared at her, "Those who are lost as well, carried by the will of the Force."

She was nervous and uneasy. The apparition could feel that and it tugged at him. That was important for some reason. It meant something and there was something he had to do about it. But what? What was it? He paused suddenly, as another presence from long ago called to him, faint and distant. Images flashed through his mind, a snapped finger bone reknitting itself. A wooded planet and small temple, friendship and home. The edge of a name. A-something. He grasped at it, trying to call it back, but it slipped away. The presence remained though and the figure tried to reach out, but couldn't.

On the island, a small team of doctors would approach Jacen, describing the situation. Physically, he was fine, even cognitively, his brain was working, but there was something missing, something machinery was unable to detect. They would lead him to a small room with a few of the others who had arrived. They weren't sure how to proceed and would hand it over to him and the other Jedi to take charge on.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Veino Garn"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Eliza Raxis"]

Alexandra's mind focused on the ties that would be linked between the man's body and his being. It was irritating doing this and something felt far from normal in his condition to the point where she let out a final physical breath before her being ripped itself from the body which she herself controlled. It was hard doing this as it was, and doing such to look into the mind of a friend or even find where that friend's mind had wandered off to. That was all the more difficult. As she did this her body would slump over for a moment and appear to be asleep though her breathing was as minimal as possible. It was trance like in how her body had become and just as Daeda had been commanded, he laid in her lap, ready to do what it could to explain what was going on if need be.

While this happened though her mind continued on her travel, following the strand that connected to Veino's body like a lifeline. It was hard at times to keep sight of it and to maneuver correctly but in time her mind could get a familiar feeling off somewhere close. "You Jensaari fool..." She sighed as her eyes closed and she started walking closer towards the feeling she was having. A mindscape like this seemed odd though, it seemed open and closed at the same time to the point of causing her confusion in how badly he was harmed. "I swear, if i find you dead, im going to kill you." She muttered as she started on her way to get closer to him, projecting her presence in his mindscape to alert him.