On the Fourth day and the Fourth Night the Lord of Atrisia knew that it was time to let the body rest. This was a time where he was reminded of the construction of the Cortan Blade which took more amount of time with no rest and no sleep. When he fell out of the battle meditation his body was slumped and his mind was numb, the room looked a bluff but his body and mind slowly recovered when his sight slowly normalized.
He had planned for a long and drawn out training session or a meditation for a new ability, instead what he got was a hellish task of four days that sucked his stamina to the very limit. Maintaining the meditation and energy was only possible to him with the endless well of the Dark Side and the Power of the Axe increasing his overall Might.
When he finally normalized his vision and his body began throbbing in the pain of hunger and thirst, he noticed Nomkneer slumped to the floor and the life force within him almost completely vanished.... near death. His first action was to look for help but the task had left his body incapable of standing or using his body for support to speak or anything else. Being against the corner Mythos shuffled slowly to the door and entrance but failed laying sprawled himself.
His desire for privacy and the order of not being disturbed while in his meditations and study ended being the threat in this moment. Luckily there was a shuffle at the door for not too long and Mythos called through the force to whatever or whoever was at the other side, it ended up being his partner and Tuk'ata, Groom. Having already been at the forefront of the most recent archaeological dig with [member="Serena Bouie"] and having done this sort of maneuver before Mythos called with the force to the Force Sensitive beast and within moments the Hound was off in search for the nearest Guard on duty.
Martha just so happened to be on duty and guarding the very entrance. Her uniform was as usual giving no indication of her gender like every other part of the Jar'Kai. She saw the Hound, agitate, surround her and bark consistently and tilted her head kneeling before Groom. Thinking that the hound was indeed acting very strange when he dashed off to Mythos' location she followed suit as quick as lightning spear first into the location smelling danger.
What she found inside the small room was her Emperor and the General both hitting the deck and breathing very slowly, in the generals' case, barely breathing at all and his Force Signature having nearly faded she feared the worst.
"Central this is Captain Venusan, i need immediate emergency Medical assistance at my location stat, The Emperor is Down and so is the General with what looks like a case of critical physical exhaustion"
"Roger that Captain, Med Staff on the Way."
Having given the orders Martha Moved to the first priority of Atrisia, The Emperor. Kneeling before his near unconscious body she took his head in her arms while she took off her face helmet to take a good look at his Pupils. She had not seen them ever this close but they did not look dilated or irritated which was, for a start, very good. Vital signs were normal and his grip with her although weak was still there.
"My Liege, Stay with me. Medical Team is on the way." She tried to hold him to put but out of somewhere Mythos pulled the strength hold his own and look into her eyes normally for a second, even if he did so sleeping as well. His smile was that of accomplishment and success, he knew he would survive yet he desperately wanted food and water... his dry lips and his aching stomach were an indication to this.
"Have i ever told you how beautiful you eyes are Martha?"
She had no reply, but it made her laugh none the less. In the end she knew and he always made her know that he was a human just like her, not a God, but her leader and friend if need be, for anything... he now demonstrated he was like this even in death, flirting. She rolled her eyes and sighed, reminded of the cultural promiscuity of Atrisian Kings. She was however to taxed for words and lost in his yellow eyes to remember the General but the medical team was bursting through the doors with elite equipment and vitamin injections within seconds and Martha took the task of lifting Mythos with his Axe and placing him with the Stretcher on his chest... no one dared touched the axe, it was forbidden, yet in that small second Martha grasped it's hilt... and it's corruption in her began as well.
[member="Nomkneer artzhul"]