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What Homes We Have Lost
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Khione Gardner
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As day slipped into night and sleep commenced a war on the waking, life continued within the small cantina. Bodies bustled to and fro within the crowded room, and every few minutes a pair of fighters would clear a small space, their too young egos overcome with charged feelings of pride and induced excitement. The excess of drinks and the constant brawling had transformed the rooms into a study of overturned chairs and mostly intoxicated patrons. Some, however, managed to remain unaffected.
Dim lights cast shadows into the deepest reaches of the building, their talons of darkness reaching out to leech its edifices of their slight reminder of day. In one of these shadows, a small figure could just be made out, her dainty fingers grasping a clear crystal glass that had been filled with a dark liquid. The female’s slight stature and cautious expression made her endeavor to remain unseen that much easier, with the only difficulties being her pale complexion, cornflower eyes and flowing white locks.
Khione had come to this taproom with the hope of overcoming her sense of despair. In the wake of Adam’s coma and his failure to awaken, the desolate void of loneliness had so threatened her sanity that she had been forced to rethink everything. Her decisions, her home and even her occupation had been placed under the microscope that was her undesired independence. Sad to say, nothing had held up under its scrutiny. With the fight against the One Sith still ongoing, she no longer had a home or job to go back to; her beloved farm was lost to her. Most AgriCorps workers had been called into battle alongside the more experienced fighters: Jedi Knights and Masters. Desperate, terrified and more alone than she had been in years, Khione had seen no other option but to join the Jedi ranks. Nevertheless, her feelings continued to plague her, making her fervently hope for the solace of distraction.
[member="Jared Ovmar"]
Dim lights cast shadows into the deepest reaches of the building, their talons of darkness reaching out to leech its edifices of their slight reminder of day. In one of these shadows, a small figure could just be made out, her dainty fingers grasping a clear crystal glass that had been filled with a dark liquid. The female’s slight stature and cautious expression made her endeavor to remain unseen that much easier, with the only difficulties being her pale complexion, cornflower eyes and flowing white locks.
Khione had come to this taproom with the hope of overcoming her sense of despair. In the wake of Adam’s coma and his failure to awaken, the desolate void of loneliness had so threatened her sanity that she had been forced to rethink everything. Her decisions, her home and even her occupation had been placed under the microscope that was her undesired independence. Sad to say, nothing had held up under its scrutiny. With the fight against the One Sith still ongoing, she no longer had a home or job to go back to; her beloved farm was lost to her. Most AgriCorps workers had been called into battle alongside the more experienced fighters: Jedi Knights and Masters. Desperate, terrified and more alone than she had been in years, Khione had seen no other option but to join the Jedi ranks. Nevertheless, her feelings continued to plague her, making her fervently hope for the solace of distraction.
[member="Jared Ovmar"]
The Admiralty
[member="Khione Gardner"]
Sardun didn’t have a lot of complicated feelings. Didn’t feel conflicted. Agonized. Pained or any of the other thousand adjectives that described a man disturbed. Which was strange considering all that he had been through, the months of torture, shedding blood in the name of the Goddess as one of her pet Vongs, waltzing in and out of prison every once in a while.
By all accounts he should have been a bit twisted, at the very least. Maybe the lack of madness should have worried him, but truth was… the Dark Jedi didn’t really care all that much anymore. Any care he had, had been burned out of him and the rest was thrown away with all the blood on his hands.
The bar was alright, nothing too classy, couple of youngsters measuring their phalli, but they did that every day of the week. Didn’t really bother him either. He sat down at the bar, weary glances at his huge and perhaps intimidating stature, for a moment there was silence as everyone noticed the guy.
Silence stretched on, until Sardun finally deemed it worthy to say something.
‘A beer, cold one.’
Everyone became just a little bit more relaxed after that.
Sardun didn’t have a lot of complicated feelings. Didn’t feel conflicted. Agonized. Pained or any of the other thousand adjectives that described a man disturbed. Which was strange considering all that he had been through, the months of torture, shedding blood in the name of the Goddess as one of her pet Vongs, waltzing in and out of prison every once in a while.
By all accounts he should have been a bit twisted, at the very least. Maybe the lack of madness should have worried him, but truth was… the Dark Jedi didn’t really care all that much anymore. Any care he had, had been burned out of him and the rest was thrown away with all the blood on his hands.
The bar was alright, nothing too classy, couple of youngsters measuring their phalli, but they did that every day of the week. Didn’t really bother him either. He sat down at the bar, weary glances at his huge and perhaps intimidating stature, for a moment there was silence as everyone noticed the guy.
Silence stretched on, until Sardun finally deemed it worthy to say something.
‘A beer, cold one.’
Everyone became just a little bit more relaxed after that.
Khione Gardner
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Amidst the din of drunken revelry, a lone figure strode into the room. His height and strength were clearly evident in the lines of his form; his eyes bespoke an age and experience well beyond his apparent years. This was a man who had clearly lived through horrors that deepened the dark abyss of night and that were unspeakable in the light of day. This was a man with shadows haunting his every step.
Isolated in a corner of her mind, Khione barely noticed the man as he slipped into the crowd. It wasn’t until the room’s sudden silence of fear and painful expectation became deafening that she struggled from the grip of her own demons and cast an eye upon the stranger. He seemed…numb, as if the pain of living had become so much to bear that his soul had retreated for fear of any further pain.
The barren parts of her heart thrummed in sympathy. Although she could never decipher what events had managed to carve furrows into his very being, she could understand the desire to retreat, to depart from the feelings of emptiness that constantly threaten to rob a person of their sanity. Curious despite herself, she watched as he seated himself at the bar. She winced at the scrutiny with which the crowd watched him. It remained paused in heated anticipation, an enraged tiger stalking its prey. Except the prey was a hunter in his own right. Any misstep and each would strike, destroying the cantina in the process.
His words rang out, shattering the collective silence. Immediately, a sigh of relief appeared to emanate from the crowd. There would be no fight tonight. At least, that was the hope of a small female whose blue eyes hid secrets of longing unfelt by many others. She remembered the carnage caused by two other predators at a time and place long past. Neither had survived.
[member="Nui Akona"]
Isolated in a corner of her mind, Khione barely noticed the man as he slipped into the crowd. It wasn’t until the room’s sudden silence of fear and painful expectation became deafening that she struggled from the grip of her own demons and cast an eye upon the stranger. He seemed…numb, as if the pain of living had become so much to bear that his soul had retreated for fear of any further pain.
The barren parts of her heart thrummed in sympathy. Although she could never decipher what events had managed to carve furrows into his very being, she could understand the desire to retreat, to depart from the feelings of emptiness that constantly threaten to rob a person of their sanity. Curious despite herself, she watched as he seated himself at the bar. She winced at the scrutiny with which the crowd watched him. It remained paused in heated anticipation, an enraged tiger stalking its prey. Except the prey was a hunter in his own right. Any misstep and each would strike, destroying the cantina in the process.
His words rang out, shattering the collective silence. Immediately, a sigh of relief appeared to emanate from the crowd. There would be no fight tonight. At least, that was the hope of a small female whose blue eyes hid secrets of longing unfelt by many others. She remembered the carnage caused by two other predators at a time and place long past. Neither had survived.
[member="Nui Akona"]
