The First Step and the Last Fracture. (Solo/Ask)

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Miarta"]

"Had to have been Kiskla Greyson, am i wrong?" He smiled and ignored her outfit, which considering who he was it was a hard thing not to make a comment but he had a pretty decent idea she was expecting him to make some sort of comment so instead he just smiled and looked back up at the sky and spoke. "Ever watch the stars and wonder if ever there was a time when people could not understand what the stars held for them, What i mean is... what would you think was out there if you didn't know."

 

[Miarta]

"Definitely wasn't Kiskla... And to be honest, I'm not sure. I probably wouldn't think about it much. I have enough on my mind just trying to survive. I'm sure there are people somewhere in the galaxy that have no idea what things are like beyond their own worlds. Surely not everyone has the ability to travel among the stars," Miarta mused, laying back against the ground and staring up at the sky. She wasn't wrong, the Sith pure blood tended to avoid thinking about matters she didn't deem relevant to her survival. Pondering the unknown wasn't something she really did. [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Miarta"]
Day 2
Hour 4
Minute 5:21


Solan smiled as she spoke and when she was done he himself spoke. "Oh but my dear, if we do not think about what we are missing in this life then we will never find it. There are things that have never been held more true than what happens between wondering of the future and thinking on the past, or you know, stupid shit like that that philosophers spend hours thinking on with no benefit in terms of wealth or knowledge of any kind. You know, philosophers are the most annoying of all people simply because they serve no purpose at all in society other than to give you a headache the size of a small moon... or maybe a space station... what was i saying again?"

 

[Miarta]

"I have no idea... So... What bring you out here in the middle of no where? And what is your name? I don't think you actually told me," She asked, smirking over at him. Miarta was a pretty care-free person. Ever since she left the Jedi she's lived with no rules and no obligations. She was beginning to think maybe her current life was what she was more suited to. Being a Jedi involved too many rules for her liking. [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Miarta"]

Day 2
Hour 4
Minute 5:49

"Oh you know, im going to kill the lord of the Sith people here and take his throne. Names Solan Charr, mass murderer of several gangs, criminal groups, and slavers, how is it going." He yawned and leaned up just enough to smile at her, he was completely, and utterly serious yet he just smiled like he was joking. "Oh and i pissed off the Red Raven criminal group during the genocide of Makeb by their ally, so ya, now you know who i am and i am also a highly dangerous darksider that will burn you alive if you are a slaver or criminal of any kind that i deem worthy of such..."

 

[Miarta]

"Uh... got anything against people who have to steal to survive? That's the worst crime I've ever committed, stealing from the rich so I have just enough money to feed myself. I'm kind of homeless... and being an artist has me severely lacking in the career department," she explained, smiling nervously. He was so casual about everything he just said. It scared her a bit, but she also found herself drawn to it. The sense of danger she got from him made her crave more. [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Miarta"]

Day 2
Hour 4
Minute 6:30

He stared at her for a few seconds, opened his mouth, then closed it right after before just staring again. He had absolutely no words to explain how... perplexed he was that this girl would tell him that she was a criminal after he had just told her he killed criminals for fun if he deemed them rightfully worth being killed. It was like going to a rancor, covered in bantha meat, with their blood still dripping from the meat. It was so stupid that Solan had no words at all and didn't even move as he just stared.

 

[Miarta]

"My father always taught me to at least be an honest criminal if I ever had to resort to crime. If you believe it is your place to pass judgement upon me for the way I have been forced to live, so be it. I'm quite competent with my vibrosword, and fast as well. I will not strike at you first, but if you feel the need to pick a fight with me I assure you I will not die easily," she remarked, still smirking at his dumbfounded expression. Miarta might be just a little too uncaring about her life and safety. "And unless you are some kind of legal official with a license to hand down said judgement... Then aren't you a criminal as well? Murder is murder regardless of who the victim is. Some murders are just more deserved than others." [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Miarta"]

Day 2
Hour 4
Minute 7:30

Solan still just sat there staring at her, still not even trying to deny it and then saying that she would fight for her life even if she knew she would die in the end. Then bringing up the fact he was a murderer himself, which to be fair he gave her that one but seriously... was she stupid or trying to piss him off so that he killed her anyways. This girl didn't just confuse him at this point but he was rightfully confused to the fullest extent as he stared at her for another whole minute.

 

[Miarta]

"If criminals are deserving of death, who's job is it to pass judgement upon you? Do you see what I'm getting at? Where do you draw the line between someone who is deserving of death and someone who is not. Some cases are easy, rapists deserve death for example, but what about the man who sells death sticks to support his wife and sick child at home? He might be ruining lives, but he's doing it to help those that he loves. And he isn't shoving drugs down peoples throats either. He merely supplies those who have already made a conscious decision to ruin their own lives. Should he be put to death for helping people who chose to ruin their own lives? And what about me? Do I deserve death because I occasionally steal in order to eat. I would have died months ago if I lived by the law. Maybe the reason seem so distressed is because you fear that you've drawn your lines in the wrong place? It's alot to having weighing on your mind isn't it? It's enough to drive anyone crazy, playing judge, jury, and executioner all on your own..." Miarta was no longer smirking, instead she stared at him very seriously. She had a bit of a knack for giving assessments like this. She really was a bright woman. [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Miarta"]

Day 2
Hour 4
Minute 10:29

"You misunderstand... the moment that i am done cleansing those that deserve it, then i will gladly remove the last of all murderers without hesitation." He watched her stare at him before laying back and looking at the stares, almost as if shoving off her words like the didn't matter to him in the least of ways. She was just babbling like a hurt victim, he had heard this all before and before it might have unnerved him but he just looked at the stars now like she said nothing.

 

[Miarta]

"Except you'll never be finished. There are always going to be criminals and bad people. We do what we can to make the galaxy a better place by being good people ourselves. Once I find a way off the streets I'll never steal again. We can't completely purge the evil from the world. It doesn't work that way Solan. You can try as hard as you like, but you'll run yourself into the ground," Miarta continued speaking a little softer this time. She was staring up at the stars as well now. She didn't have anything else left to say. The girl had simply been trying to make a point. [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Miarta"]

Day 2
Hour 4
Minute 12:25

"Hmm... well, atleast ill have to make sure the hole and the tombstone are all ready and waiting for when i do run myself down into it, don't I? And i must say, for a Sith at least you look pretty, i normally dont think that about most of your kind because of the weird facial features but you look far prettier than most of your people my dear." He closed his eyes and let his mind doze off into a half sleeping, half conscious state that would leave him with just enough activity to know if he was in any immediate danger from anyone.

 

[Miarta]

Miarta sat up and stared at him. She blinked in confusion at his words. Did... He just call her pretty? No one had done that in a long time. She wasn't quite sure how to react. "Thank... you?" She replied, sounding confused as spoke. The pure-blood wasn't really sure what else to say, so she settled for moving over to a nearby tree and leaning against it with her datapad in hand. She didn't sleep much nowadays, so she settled for drawing the surrounding area until morning came. [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Miarta"]

Day 2
Hour 5
Minute 54:23

Solan turned and tossed as he slept but little under two hours later he started muttering and almost screaming out as the pain inside his head got worse and worse as memory by memory came into his mind. He wasn't awake, rather trapped in a single and continuous streams of pain and suffering that he could not ever get out of his mind as he curled up where he lay into a ball and shouted without any words coming from his mouth.

 

[Miarta]

Miarta put her datapad aside and slowly walked over to him. "Solan... Solan wake up. I need you to wake up," Miarta called softly, making sure to stay quite a bit away from him. She didn't want to risk being harmed for trying to wake him. The pure-blood continued to call to him, trying to wake him up from the nightmare he seemed to be trapped in. [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Miarta"]

Day 2
Hour 5
Minute 57:49

His but curled up tighter before without warning he shot awake and tore his blade free before cutting through the air. If Miarta had been any close her arm or worse would have been cut for sure. But he wasn't done as he grabbed his head with one hand and screamed out again at the sky as the memories only got worse. "OUT GET OUT OF MY HEAD, NOW." He called out into the night, not register the woman he had met two hours prior talking to him.

 

[Miarta]

Miarta gasped as she heard him scream and paused to catch her breath. She mad sure to keep her distance as she softly spoke to him. Her words were mostly comforting things, Mia was doing her best to get him to calm down. The pure-blood was busy trying to come up with other ways to calm this man. Even though she had just met him, the girl felt a need to do anything in her power to help him. [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Miarta"]

He sat like that for another few full minutes before finally coming to his senses and his hands dropping to the ground as he stared at the blade in his lap now. He turned his head the moment he noticed her looking at him and after saying nothing for a moment he did speak and frowned at her staring at him. "What do you want, i didn't ask for your help Sith..."

 

[Miarta]

"You were having some kind of nightmare. I just wanted to try and calm you down. I know you didn't ask for it, but I want to help you," she replied, not taking notice of the disapproving tone, or simply not caring. The last option was the most likely. She would make him see that he needed the help sooner or later. Miarta had been know to be very persistent and very annoying in the past. Surely she could put those talents to use once again? [member="Solan Charr"]