Vlarem
The Redeemed
Standing on the edge of a mountain looking down upon what had once been the magnificent city of Jar’kai, Vlarem stood. He could feel it all, the fear, the death, the darkness… The darkness was so strong, it bore down on Vlarem making it seem impossible to breathe, the invisible weight brought the Falleen to a knee as from the cities palace he saw a darkness unlike any other. Tendrils of malevolent energy crept up the sides of the palace, the sky grew dark and thunder rang out through the sky. The world of Atrisia itself was responding to the energy that seemed to bend the fabric of reality. Then it happened, an almighty roar that seemed to consume the system came. Looking from the city below to the sky above the Falleen’s mouth fell agape. In space above what he saw was a storm of immense proportions, not just any storm but one created from the force, a vast wormhole that consumed all in its path. Star Destroyers, Cruisers, they were all devoured by the storm, torn asunder. The deaths were horrific, thousands of lives winked out in an instant. Hope snatched away as the storm raged on.
Such power was beyond the scope of anything Vlarem had ever witnessed and as he looked back to the city of Jar’kai he saw it overcome by large amounts of ash and magma, the city itself was being destroyed and more lives were wasted. The ash consumed all in its path laying waste to Mandalorians that had been foolish enough to stand against it. Amongst all that destruction Vlarem saw a lone figure walking through it, through the all-consuming flames and ash, who walked straight to the palace. Dark Brown Hair cut into a bun, on his hip sat an array of swords and from him radiated a sense of turmoil. An inner darkness but a light that was battling and slowly overcoming it. With that the figure cast one glance over his shoulder and Vlarem awoke.
For the past week, this dream played over and over in Vlarem’s mind, he’d heard tales of the battle aboard Atrisia. A battle that would never have taken place if it wasn’t due to the Galactic Alliances militant ways. All those deaths, they had been the fault of the Galactic Alliances as what more did you expect when you cornered Sith? The first time Vlarem had been assaulted by the dream had been during his stay on Commenor, living amongst the trees Vlarem woke in a cold sweat, his body cold and his body shaken. It had been an experience unlike any other, he’d never bore witness to such a thing but this dream showed it to the Falleen as though he had been there. It was more akin to a vision, one in which Vlarem sought the answers to. Who was the mysterious figure he saw in those dreams? The one with the sword? Why were they shown to him?
Tapping at the control console of the shuttle Vlarem brought the ship in for a landing on the very mountain in which his dream had occurred. The ramp lowered with a sharp hiss and as Vlarem exited he felt his body assaulted by the unbearable heat of the now forever active volcano. Stories spoke of the soul of a Sith Lord living within the volcano having become one with it. The Falleen’s body moved on its own to stand on the edge of the mountain looking down upon the ruins of Jar’kai his breath taken away by the destruction that had befell the city. There were no signs of ash and lava still within the ruins of the city. The palace had received its fair share of damage as well the signs of battle evident with massive openings where missiles had impacted the building.
Such power was beyond the scope of anything Vlarem had ever witnessed and as he looked back to the city of Jar’kai he saw it overcome by large amounts of ash and magma, the city itself was being destroyed and more lives were wasted. The ash consumed all in its path laying waste to Mandalorians that had been foolish enough to stand against it. Amongst all that destruction Vlarem saw a lone figure walking through it, through the all-consuming flames and ash, who walked straight to the palace. Dark Brown Hair cut into a bun, on his hip sat an array of swords and from him radiated a sense of turmoil. An inner darkness but a light that was battling and slowly overcoming it. With that the figure cast one glance over his shoulder and Vlarem awoke.
For the past week, this dream played over and over in Vlarem’s mind, he’d heard tales of the battle aboard Atrisia. A battle that would never have taken place if it wasn’t due to the Galactic Alliances militant ways. All those deaths, they had been the fault of the Galactic Alliances as what more did you expect when you cornered Sith? The first time Vlarem had been assaulted by the dream had been during his stay on Commenor, living amongst the trees Vlarem woke in a cold sweat, his body cold and his body shaken. It had been an experience unlike any other, he’d never bore witness to such a thing but this dream showed it to the Falleen as though he had been there. It was more akin to a vision, one in which Vlarem sought the answers to. Who was the mysterious figure he saw in those dreams? The one with the sword? Why were they shown to him?
Tapping at the control console of the shuttle Vlarem brought the ship in for a landing on the very mountain in which his dream had occurred. The ramp lowered with a sharp hiss and as Vlarem exited he felt his body assaulted by the unbearable heat of the now forever active volcano. Stories spoke of the soul of a Sith Lord living within the volcano having become one with it. The Falleen’s body moved on its own to stand on the edge of the mountain looking down upon the ruins of Jar’kai his breath taken away by the destruction that had befell the city. There were no signs of ash and lava still within the ruins of the city. The palace had received its fair share of damage as well the signs of battle evident with massive openings where missiles had impacted the building.
