Syd Celsius
The Reflection
Wearing: Jedi Jumpsuit (Green)
Hooded cloak.
Armed With: Barab Crystal Lightsaber (Blue)
A day earlier...
Celsius, as far as anyone knew, was dead.
She had not returned to the Jedi under her old guise, but the guise of someone completely different. She worked as a Healer named Surt'r.
Strictly freelance, volunteer. She kept her head down, stuck to healing others. Stayed away from masters normally.
So she was a tad perplexed when she got orders to escort a Senator. She wasn't sure if she should obey the summons to Coruscant.
What if they knew?
"Your doubt and paranoia radiates like a stink." came a cold voice she was all too familiar with...and frightened of, for the owner of that voice had very good reasons for wanting her deader than dead.
Syd, or rather, what was left of Syd due to a devastating loss at Korriban forcing her to merge with another Sorceress to survive, shuddered at the voice of Nathan Bloodscrawl, who she hid her face from.
Syd stood up in the quietness of a cave she hid in on Tython for Solace. Nathan always knew where she was due to their bond in the Force a perverse chain that glued their fate together. It had very sparse furnishings, the only source of light from a crack in the cave wall above them.
"Shut yourself to it, if it bothers you so." Syd replied, trying to keep calm, but the fragments of memory mixing together made it difficult to tell real from fantasy.
"Don't you think I would have if I could have."
"If you think I want this bond to you any more than you do--"
"What you want..." Nathan trailed, voice quiet but deadly cold with loathing.
"You already got what you wanted from me..." he hissed bitterly. "Many times over."
Syd could say nothing to that.
"This summons to Coruscant. It's possible they might have suspected something about me--" she said, changing the subject.
"No one decides your fate except me." Nathan replied flatly. "If you have been sniffed out do not resist. Simply flee. I'm sure you can just come back under a different voice and face."
"You are playing a very dangerous game, Bloodscrawl..." Syd replied. "If the Jedi learn the extent to which you have taken matters into your own hands..."
"They can punish me however they like...after I have destroyed the Cult..." Nathan replied. "And definitely after I decide what to do where you are concerned.
"You treat me as a monster, and rightly so." Syd conceded to him...but how well do you think they'll react to your transgressions?" Syd asked, turning to face his cold mask of an expression.
"I didn't go around sacrificing whole cities of people to a Demon during a Galactic Pandemic, Phyre. No matter what I've done, it'll be chickenfeed compared to you." Nathan snapped.
"You betrayed a Jedi to my evil self's Cult. You must have hoped they would kill her, but deep down, I think you liked the idea of turning her into what she hated--"
"SHE ALREADY WAS WHAT SHE HATED!" Nathan roared. "All your Cult did was strip away the pretense."
"And how many people paid for that, Nathan? How many suffered for your one moment of spite over the centuries? And you were wrong about her. She was sorry about your family. At least until my...other self...chewed her up and spat her out."
"You would know, Phyre. And not a day goes by where my mistake with Elaine Tear isn't one I regard as one of my greatest."
"Like I now know you were hoping me merging with that thing you freed would kill both of us. All so we wouldn't recognize we both were bonded to you. Another great mistake that made our situation worse."
"Two freaks." he scoffed.
Syd stepped closer.
"But you were much more concerned about the bond with the one you merged me with...why?"
"You're forgetting something. If I was trying to kill you both, I would probably have died also."
"I'm not saying you were not aware of the possibility. I'm saying you didn't care." she accused. "That is why you are your own worst enemy. Just like your daughter."
"I have killed people for less than what you did to me where she is concerned." He hissed, stepping closer. Only a meter separated his hands from her throat.
Syd didn't go for her weapon.
"Any time you wanna go for broke and finish what you started in that swamp you're welcome to." she replied quietly. "But I'm sorry. For all of it. I wish I could take it all back. Everything."
"You can be sorry. Lysandra can't even be that since you ate her, all those years ago." he hissed, eye twitching. "I've passed on my expectations to you. I'm going to leave. While I can still force myself to."
Nathan turned and left the lonely Syd in the cave. She collapsed, sobbing uncontrollably.
Everyone except
Starlin Rand
and his father hated her.
Present...
Syd had taken the least notable routes into the Coruscant temple. Her face was always hidden by a green hood, only her curling red locks sticking out from the darkness of her green cloak around and equally green Jedi Jumpsuit. Less temptation to use her flame powers ( and risk outing herself as Syd to the Jedi)
Unless they already knew... could they?
Syd (Now Surt'r amongst the Jedi) was nervous about being next to no less than
Valery Noble
for this. Did she know?
A flash of memories of Laertia, fragmented and mixed with other memories, made her stop and clutch her head in the temple passages. Despite being in a haven of light she found no comfort. Only Nathan's cold despise of her like ice in her blood.
Syd caught her breath, hiding her distress as she sought out the Jedi Master.
But even as she sought her out, Syd wondered what could be so pressing a Senator needed two Jedi to protect him. And why had he resorted so quickly to Jedi for protection.
As she came across him, she had her answer. He was a Senator from Beltrix 3, a Factory world. Yet nothing about him said he knew a hard day's work. He was in the finest gold threads with an equally gaudy gold cane with a black jewel on top, hair in an absolutely magnificent silver pompadour.
When he spotted her he only scoffed, pampered and fanned by his various aids
"Finally! Maybe you can explain why I have been brought here to this dreadfully stuffy temple in the middle of the Night. And where in blazes is Master Noble?"
Hooded cloak.
Armed With: Barab Crystal Lightsaber (Blue)
A day earlier...
Celsius, as far as anyone knew, was dead.
She had not returned to the Jedi under her old guise, but the guise of someone completely different. She worked as a Healer named Surt'r.
Strictly freelance, volunteer. She kept her head down, stuck to healing others. Stayed away from masters normally.
So she was a tad perplexed when she got orders to escort a Senator. She wasn't sure if she should obey the summons to Coruscant.
What if they knew?
"Your doubt and paranoia radiates like a stink." came a cold voice she was all too familiar with...and frightened of, for the owner of that voice had very good reasons for wanting her deader than dead.
Syd, or rather, what was left of Syd due to a devastating loss at Korriban forcing her to merge with another Sorceress to survive, shuddered at the voice of Nathan Bloodscrawl, who she hid her face from.
Syd stood up in the quietness of a cave she hid in on Tython for Solace. Nathan always knew where she was due to their bond in the Force a perverse chain that glued their fate together. It had very sparse furnishings, the only source of light from a crack in the cave wall above them.
"Shut yourself to it, if it bothers you so." Syd replied, trying to keep calm, but the fragments of memory mixing together made it difficult to tell real from fantasy.
"Don't you think I would have if I could have."
"If you think I want this bond to you any more than you do--"
"What you want..." Nathan trailed, voice quiet but deadly cold with loathing.
"You already got what you wanted from me..." he hissed bitterly. "Many times over."
Syd could say nothing to that.
"This summons to Coruscant. It's possible they might have suspected something about me--" she said, changing the subject.
"No one decides your fate except me." Nathan replied flatly. "If you have been sniffed out do not resist. Simply flee. I'm sure you can just come back under a different voice and face."
"You are playing a very dangerous game, Bloodscrawl..." Syd replied. "If the Jedi learn the extent to which you have taken matters into your own hands..."
"They can punish me however they like...after I have destroyed the Cult..." Nathan replied. "And definitely after I decide what to do where you are concerned.
"You treat me as a monster, and rightly so." Syd conceded to him...but how well do you think they'll react to your transgressions?" Syd asked, turning to face his cold mask of an expression.
"I didn't go around sacrificing whole cities of people to a Demon during a Galactic Pandemic, Phyre. No matter what I've done, it'll be chickenfeed compared to you." Nathan snapped.
"You betrayed a Jedi to my evil self's Cult. You must have hoped they would kill her, but deep down, I think you liked the idea of turning her into what she hated--"
"SHE ALREADY WAS WHAT SHE HATED!" Nathan roared. "All your Cult did was strip away the pretense."
"And how many people paid for that, Nathan? How many suffered for your one moment of spite over the centuries? And you were wrong about her. She was sorry about your family. At least until my...other self...chewed her up and spat her out."
"You would know, Phyre. And not a day goes by where my mistake with Elaine Tear isn't one I regard as one of my greatest."
"Like I now know you were hoping me merging with that thing you freed would kill both of us. All so we wouldn't recognize we both were bonded to you. Another great mistake that made our situation worse."
"Two freaks." he scoffed.
Syd stepped closer.
"But you were much more concerned about the bond with the one you merged me with...why?"
"You're forgetting something. If I was trying to kill you both, I would probably have died also."
"I'm not saying you were not aware of the possibility. I'm saying you didn't care." she accused. "That is why you are your own worst enemy. Just like your daughter."
"I have killed people for less than what you did to me where she is concerned." He hissed, stepping closer. Only a meter separated his hands from her throat.
Syd didn't go for her weapon.
"Any time you wanna go for broke and finish what you started in that swamp you're welcome to." she replied quietly. "But I'm sorry. For all of it. I wish I could take it all back. Everything."
"You can be sorry. Lysandra can't even be that since you ate her, all those years ago." he hissed, eye twitching. "I've passed on my expectations to you. I'm going to leave. While I can still force myself to."
Nathan turned and left the lonely Syd in the cave. She collapsed, sobbing uncontrollably.
Everyone except

Present...
Syd had taken the least notable routes into the Coruscant temple. Her face was always hidden by a green hood, only her curling red locks sticking out from the darkness of her green cloak around and equally green Jedi Jumpsuit. Less temptation to use her flame powers ( and risk outing herself as Syd to the Jedi)
Unless they already knew... could they?
Syd (Now Surt'r amongst the Jedi) was nervous about being next to no less than

A flash of memories of Laertia, fragmented and mixed with other memories, made her stop and clutch her head in the temple passages. Despite being in a haven of light she found no comfort. Only Nathan's cold despise of her like ice in her blood.
Syd caught her breath, hiding her distress as she sought out the Jedi Master.
But even as she sought her out, Syd wondered what could be so pressing a Senator needed two Jedi to protect him. And why had he resorted so quickly to Jedi for protection.
As she came across him, she had her answer. He was a Senator from Beltrix 3, a Factory world. Yet nothing about him said he knew a hard day's work. He was in the finest gold threads with an equally gaudy gold cane with a black jewel on top, hair in an absolutely magnificent silver pompadour.
When he spotted her he only scoffed, pampered and fanned by his various aids
"Finally! Maybe you can explain why I have been brought here to this dreadfully stuffy temple in the middle of the Night. And where in blazes is Master Noble?"
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