The Scientist

[Cira]

[member="Sarge Potteiger"]

"Then paid with a heavy price..." Cira would murmur quietly, the frown furrowing deeper with the profound thoughts that saturated her mind. Profound thoughts saturated her mind. It was evident that she was reflecting in the past. In sins gone by and what blood price had to to be paid for it.

The rub of her arms increased, an ever growing tick of hers recently. Turning away from the viewport, she swung her amber gaze over back to man who had been her shadow for as long as she'd known. Ever steady, ever faithful, ever simply there to watch over her.

"And history repeats itself."

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

It was hard to say what drew the moth to the flame, or what enamored the fool with the riddle. But as she turned, the shadow did little to hide the curl of his lips, drawing their fullness upward in a measure of reserved joy. It was a ghost of a gesture, one as ephemeral as the gasses of a nebula, but in the no-man's-land of their conversations, it was the equivalent of a Star Destroyer's broadside.

But like the flash of a dying star, so too did it fade into the Æther of their surroundings. "The wheel in the sky keeps on turning."
He murmurs in agreement.

"Where do your studies take us now, Ya'aburnee?"

[member="Cira"]

 

[Cira]

[member="Sarge Potteiger"]

Lids fell, half shrouding the embers of her eyes.

"You ever wonder," she began, a slow full hipped amble bringing her towards the man. It was easier to discuss archeology or ancient tomes with Brandon than whatever was between them. Then again, Cira was never quite the woman to really be able to express her emotions or what she truly felt. The wake of the battle of Coruscant and everything that came in between only made it worse.

"Where that artifact that gave you the Force originated from?" the query ended with the woman coming to a stop about a meter away from the former Lord Protector, those wide almond shaped eyes meeting the void of his own.

He'd know what she spoke about. Elrood. The Dark Harvest. Talia. What came after.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Still standing still, there was no hiding the faint widening of those black pools in surprise, or the sharp breath he took in. A cold terror settled around his heart, binding it in a vice grip for a few moments before years of suppressing his fear reassert end itself and he mentally calmed. But she would know.

How could she not.

The inside line of his bushy brows rose, and his gaze fell into a somber cast, and once more he had retreated into the past. Once more, the room was replaced by the waist high muck of Dagobah, hordes of undead streaming after him as he fought a one man battle to draw the hordes away from HK.

To save the droid, but more importantly, to spare his men from the blunder of their commander. Eyes drifting closed, sealing him away with his own mind, his hands tightened on his bicep, even as his chest rose and fell arythmically to the rush of adrenaline surrounding his mind.

[member="Cira"]