Grief & Rage
Heavy panting, shaking, a feeling of being overwhelmed. Chaos, signals, flaring, lights, shapes, feelings, pain, joy, destruction-
-It all stopped in an instant.
Still reeling from it all, Gwyneira Krayt fell to the ground. There was nothing to her but her ethereal glow, which she herself was unaware of. She was trembling, on her knees, deeply panting as she felt her own Force Sense Overload sort of... fade. At least, it faded into some kind of bizarre and vague background. It was like television static in the background. Always there, always chaotic, but ignorable and like a steady background noise. It took so long for her to regain her bearings, and the moment she did, she looked up in desperate search.
"Vulcan! Kaz!"
She looked around the dark, cold void around her. They were nowhere to be found. Her memories were vague, but she had been in the great battle above Tython, on the Maw's superweapon. It was a desperate fight to take the beast of a ship for the Enclave's own control. Fighting alongside her brothers and sisters, she had felt stranger and stranger, more and more overwhelmed and overloaded, by all the signals the Force had been blaring at her. And yet, here she was. In a blurry, confusing flash, she was no longer there, but here. Wherever here was...
She looked around, seeing nothing but darkness. It was quiet, too quiet, and quite frightening. Where was she? How did she get here? What kind of bizarre thing had taken place in the Force for her to even wind up here? Was she lost? How could she get back? It was only up to this battle that she had wished to lose her life. Yet, in the very moments she faded away. she yearned for her life once more. She still had a reason to live; and now she still felt the air pumping in and out of her lungs. She blinked in confusion and dismay, trying to make sense of the darkness she was in.
She realized something as she sat on the cold, stony surface. She felt... both legs. She looked down, and indeed saw that she had two ghostly, fleshy legs. She gasped loudly, remembering that she had lost a leg in a lab and that she had gotten a beskar replacement. She reached and grasped the new leg. It was real! A real leg! How did this happen! Though, she realized, as much as she could feel skin and bone, it felt dreadfully cold. And as solid as rock as it was, it also was a whispering fantasy like mist. What was going on? She blinked, reaching up and... poking her eyeball. Ouch! That hurt! She blinked rapidly as strangely unreal tears formed. Her eyes, once cybernetic, were real too. At least, as real as the rest of her glowing, ghostly body was.
What... what was she now?
Before she could ask anymore questions, she saw a dim light glow in the distance. Light! Oh, precious light! That must be the way out of here! Yet, to her dismay, reflected in the light was a pathway of jagged, sharp rocks and steep climbs. Quite the cold, hostile environment. She shivered, standing up as she felt the chill on her unprotected skin. She peered at the light as it dimly sparkled at an eternal distance. Well, it was the only way she could even try to go...
She would figure out what to do next once she reached it light.
She took a step forward, her bare foot pressing against uncomfortably pointed stones. Wherever she was, she had to march forward. And so she did, walking into this hostile and alien world before her.
How long had it been?
Time was both yawning and nonexistent. There was no day and night cycle, just black. There was no weather, no change in environment, and not even much noise aside the noise she made herself. It was forever it seemed, that she climbed and trekked. She slipped once again, falling and gashing her knee open with a deep cut, Strangely, she did bleed, but the blood disappeared as it dripped onto the stones. Was her blood like mist? Was she as unreal a vapor, able to fade away from a single gust of light wind? Terror flooded her, overriding her pain. She had to get out of here! She grasped a pointed rock, trying not to cut her fingers as well. She pulled herself up, panting, and looked up to the light that did not seem to be coming any closer. When would this end!
She huffed, reaching and brushing her hair behind her ears. She still had to keep moving forward, even in this lonely hell. And so she did, walking into this hostile and alien world before her.
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