The Lonely One

[GhostOfProtocol]

Korriban​

852 ABY​

[member="Asaraa Vashe"]​

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He was lost.

He was wondering with no destination. The man, the similar man had passed out and he had just been walking. His throat felt dry and itchy, dehydration perhaps? He didn't know what dehydration symptoms were, he just knew that it was something that affected men when they didn't drink. He hadn't drank since his rescue from the tomb, that may have been days ago.

It felt like days. Just days of walking in Korriban, no idea where he was going. Civilisation was so far away, it felt so far away anyway. He was thirsty and tired, he couldn't walk for much longer. He was so tired, his legs felt like lead and his arms felt even heavier. Everything felt heavier, it felt like he was holding a big rock on his back, a very large rock.

His wrists hurt.

The chains had cut into him, tearing his flesh. His brain hurt, he had watched similar man stab the capturer and behead the dark man. A headache, the caputurer had referred to it as a headache once before. He didn't know what a headache was exactly, he believed it was a brain pain like he was suffering right now. He wasn't sure if he had a brain pain, a headache or not though.

He remembered things from similar him. He remembered how to shoot, how to sneak. He remembered nothing else though, he remembered creation and nothing else but being chained to a wall, waiting for similar him to turn up to free him. Originally, similar him was meant to kill but similar him was polite enough to spare his life, similar him was so nice. Similar him had saved his life.

He kept walking.

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

It was hot and dusty and there wasn’t one thing she liked about this planet. From the overarching statues of sithlords past to the red dust that clung to her clothes and skin, she’d have a nightmare getting the stuff out of her hair and she’d just about learnt to get it in line. A pale hand reached up to brush irritatedly at her pink hair before she gave up with a sigh, glancing around the desolate landscape curiously. There wasn’t a thing she liked about this place…so why did it feel so comfortable?

Between themselves she and her friend Zavii had been tracking Kei Raxis, their one time friend across the galaxy. From planet to planet, following rumours and sightings, whispers and feelings. It had been a soul destroying pursuit, the kind of thing you heard about all the time in the stories and holo-vids. Revenge by anymeans, even if it took years and years. But no-one ever told you how painful that was, to keep up that level of hate for so long…well maybe not so hard anymore. The young woman looked down at her hand, pulling off her glove to stare down at the pale fleshed hand. Maybe not so hard anymore, the hate just seemed to fester now and not fade. With a sigh she slipped the glove back onto her hand and glanced around. She knew Zavii, knew any of the marines would have come with her but at this point, all she wanted to do was get some space to herself to think. So she ran away to the Sithiest planet in the Galaxy tracking down a friend to bring him to justice. Great job, just what it took to stop people worrying about you slipping to the dark side.

The young woman scrubbed the back of her hand over her face and shook her head, one more look around and then bowed her shoulders. She’d go further, take a quick turn around the valley and see what she could find but after all this time she really didn’t expect Kei to still be here.

[member="Kei Garnik"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Korriban​

852 ABY​

[member="Asaraa Vaashe"]​

He stumbled.

Exhaustion was setting in. He had walked for so long, he had walked and he hadn't stopped walking. He was exhausted, he was so tired. Sweat was sticking his hair to his forehead, plastering it to his face. Dust had covered him from top to bottom, plastering his body and his legs along with his arms and the rest of him. It was sharp, every dust storm just caused pain. Every dust storm just caused amazing pain, lots of it.

The valley was in front of him. He may of seen the valley before, for all he knew he'd just been walking around in circles for days. He didn't remember the landmarks, there weren't any landmarks. The scene, the dust and the heat just all blended together. He couldn't even remember where the original tomb was. He assumed it was about forty miles behind him but for all he knew it could of been directly in front of him.

He knew nothing about the man he had been cloned from. He knew that he wasn't supposed to survive the encouter and that was about it. He knew nothing about the original man, the original Kei Raxis. He wished he knew more because they would be able to figure out why he had been created and why he was meant to die. He would of been able to figure out why he was never meant to survive the encounter.

No-one had told him.

He was getting flashes of the man's memory but nothing usable. Kei Raxis was good with weapons, alright. Kei Raxis was a pilot who was good at stealth and good shoot a gun. That taught him nothing about the man. He couldn't access anything else, it was as if whoever cloned him made sure that he could access certain parts of the original memories but nothing else about the man.

Then why give him specific memories if he was meant to die?

And then he walked into the back of a female and fell to the floor.