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[The End Narrator]

DANTOOINE
RUINS OF THE OLD JEDI ENCLAVE​

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Aaralyn sat still upon the rubble of the Jedi Enclave, her hands clasping her knees tightly as she stared out into the olive colored fields. The reeds of grass swayed back and forth in the gentle breeze, whilst the mighty blba trees stood towering over the grasslands below - like mighty guardians, minding the fields for threats and dangers unknown. She was different than other Jedi, different than them in many ways. It wasn't about power or strength, but purpose. It was the driving force behind Aaralyn and everything she did. Over the years, she had done some amazing things with some amazing people - but now? Now, there was no purpose or drive for her.

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Memories would flash before her, the valiant fights against the One Sith, the feeling of helplessness as Darth Isolda molded her mind and body to serve the darkness and the clash of sabers as she battled her father - Ember, for her very soul. The feel of exhaustion as she and others staved off total annihilation for the people of Drukenwell when they slowed the orbital station, the bitter cold of death as she was murdered by the very Galactic Republic she served at the hands of Ali Hadrix .

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The flood of purple would course through her mind, as she was brought back to the purple-gold fields of the Violet Reach. The white hot of the trees, the burning sensation as she tore through the dimensional breaches in order to stop the Sith from decimating her home. The longing sensation for the touch of Falcon Rekali when she would visit him, or to hear the laughter of her children as they frolicked around the fields near the Warlock Gate.

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A warm, heavy and comforting hand rested upon her shoulder, the bristles of his stubbles brushed against her soft skin. The touch of his caress against her flesh and the whisper of his rogue like voice in her ear. The words hang in the air, falling off into the abyss slowly. "We are through..." and although it was a dream - the reality of their estrangement, would ring true.

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Faces flashed before her eyes, the faces of her reality - the one that was shattered with her return to the folds of Chaos. Mira, her renegade child who fought for the values of family and was sacrificed in the same manner as herself - except she received no release of death, instead, cut from the very Force she depended on to balance her. She was then cast aside, forgotten to the Slavers market and then sold off into the Unknown Regions. Aton, her innocent little boy who grew up to be a man and disappeared into the Unknown Regions in search of his sister and the culprits behind her enslavement. Little Emberlyn Rekali, the sweet child who knew little of her brother and sister after being lost in the Netherworld. The child returning only recently, and appearing to not have aged a day since she was lost.

The sound of a branch snapping and crushing rubble under a boot brought her back to reality. She blinked away the Invasion of Coruscant like memories that suddenly plagued her, turning to face the broken entryway. She felt something in the Force, a presence of someone who was searching for something - or someone. Was she to be this someone? The Force worked in mysterious ways, so she would shrug softly and turn her attention back to the gaping hole in the Enclave roof.

If they desired her attention, they would seek it.

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[Taiia Mataan]

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Picking up the Pieces​

Location: Dantooine - Jedi Temple Ruins​

Equipment: Lightsaber​

Tag: T The End Narrator​

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She had tread lightly however not lightly enough it would seem, Taiia had not wished to disturb but to simply explore always the inquisitive one. The stranger seemed not to stir more than to steal a glance at who was intruding and so she continued, soft footsteps echoing on the stone floor. Her eyes moved around the room, what was surmised to once be the temple's main entry and what would surely have been much more opulent and full of life before today.​

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“Was everyone able to get out?” she spoke quietly as only to very gently disturb the woman's thoughts, while her eyes continued to explore. It had been some time since Taiia had stood in anything belonging to ‘Jedi’, there was no animosity toward them at all but if a word had to be put to it. Regret. The order had not wounded her or punished her, she had simply left to bend and follow the will of the Force. Perhaps there were those who would call it arrogant but she had felt a call and answered, finally she turned to face T The End Narrator “My name is Taiia, I come from the Confederacy.”​

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“Forgive me for intruding.” the redhead tilted her head slightly and regarded Aaralyn, she radiated pain and for that very reason Taiia stood before her. She also radiated power which made Taiia wonder if this turned into a battle if it would be one she could weather. Regardless she remained and continued to speak. “May I be of assistance?” the worlds were kind, and sincere she felt they were not dissimilar and that perhaps she could help quiet the storm in this woman.​

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Perhaps an older person might be more keenly aware or even recognize the woman, Taiia had no such luck in this particular case. She was young and for most of her life been sheltered from the galaxy at large though her time with the Confederacy had taught her much and allowed her to grow exponentially as well as quickly. Folding her hands gently in front of her she watched and assessed this woman wondering quietly what the force had in store for them both.​

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[The End Narrator]

Jedi Enclave Ruins
Dantooine
Mid-Day​

Aaralyn chuckled softly at the question and shook her head at her handler, who neglected to properly set the scene – something they rarely did not do. The Jedi Enclave sustained no causalities and the damage that she did see before her, had been done some time ago. In-fact, it was from a time that pre-dated both of them...by a thousand years or so. Aaralyn shrugged and brushed off her tunic as she rose upwards to her full height, continuing to gaze forward at the horizon. “I am certain they were able to, a few millennia ago.”

She shrugged softly, turning to face the young girl who broke her momentary lapse with reality. The Force called to her, urging her to question the girl of her intent but silencing the notion. Aaralyn cautiously moved down the huge chunk of duracrete; pushing off with her left foot, leaping off the chunk and landing as softly as the wild Vornskyrs on Myrkr. The Force spoke as the young girl did, confirming what she said to be truth, causing Aaralyn to shift away – moving into the broken doorway of the Enclave.

A soft chuckle escaped her, and the question forced her to pause her momentum, atleast to answer.

“Help? Me? No, no.” She turned and gestured with an extended hand towards Taiia. “You came to me, so it is you who needs help, no?” Another chuckle and Aaralyn turned back to the doorway, sliding her hands up and down the roughed duracrete. She traced the delicate cracks, tilting her head with curiosity at the durability of the material. Over time, it required repair, much like anything else but after this long – the material wisped away into nothingness.

“But I feel you’re reaching out, your pressure on the very fiber of the Force – like a thumb on a nerve.” She slide her hand down abruptly, turning to look over her shoulder, voice falling icy.

“What brought you here...?”

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