Wildflower in the Desert

[The End Narrator]

Jedi Stronghold, Eclipse Station – Eclipse

Deep within the station was a figure, a figure of a Jedi Master who sat shrouded in Light. The light wasn’t just a incorporeal manifestation of her alignment but literally, she was shrouded in light. It was mostly due to the white-washed walls of the room and the glowing lumibars that gave off more of a bright white than a soft blue. The grey etched symbols of the Jedi Order painted the three corners of the triangle shaped room, giving the individual or individuals within something else to look at beyond a barren wall.

There were several different shaped meditation pads around the room, the one in the center, occupied by Aaralyn Rekali. The Sword of the Jedi was rooted within the wells of the Force, speaking to the ripples that sailed across the vastness of eternity that was Ashla. She could feel the different tremors that ebbed and flowed throughout the entwined through the fabric of the Force itself, each represented something – so it was nearly impossible to tell what each thing was.

However, there was a specific tremor that was linked to her ethereal presence, one that rippled through her very core. She touched her, and with her touch came a soothing of the ripple – followed by a violent quake like reaction. Aaralyn furrowed her eyebrows as she reached out further through the Force, pressing against the tremor harder, something was calling to her, begging to be discovered.

What was it? She hadn’t felt something so strong before come to her like this. Could it be linked to her father? Could it even be linked to the artifacts she sought for the Jedi? No, this was something else entirely.

It was a being that was crying out through the Force – and she was trying to communicate with them. As she pushed herself further into the everlasting springs of the Force, she was able to make out something. A young girl – whose hair was a dusky blonde as the sands of Tattooine and eyes as blue as the oceans of Mon-Calamari. Interesting, what was the purpose of this young girl?

She could sense that she was lost – Was Aaralyn to guide her? With that, she would speak softly into the mind of the girl, attempting not to startle her...too much.

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[member="Lisette Vantai"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

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The force was all that she had known, was all she had ever known. Not once had she stepped outside of the cell that kept her from seeing, from the light. Color evaded her blind eyes, so poor in sight from her confinement in absolute darkness. She had no hope, no possessions, she had nothing. All around her there were creatures of darkness, of evil and malice, which crawled to and fro within the fortress of which she was hidden within on the icy world of Prakith. It had been so long since she had last spoken to another that she could not remember the face of her mother or the scent of her perfume, and she had almost forgotten her name. It was the accursed darkness, the absolute aura of the dark side that clouded everything around her and kept her shut down. Lisette was but a child in her mother's eyes, a frail doll that was too precious to lose but too weak to carry, and so she was left in a vault to gather dust. For years she felt the pains of death echo across the stars and cry out to her, begging her to give them mercy, to save their souls, but with every shout, every sob, that feeling, too, began to drift as it became second nature. War was abound and she could do nothing, see nothing, hear nothing. She was alone, confined. Yet it changed, by the force she had changed her fate of solitude. Her mother, the schutta that she was, had used her own genetic code and that of whom she could only presume to be a relative to grow a clone of almost mirrored appearance, yet the persona that was within it was far from a suspected sister or twin. It had been Silara's grandest flaw in trusting that her visions of the future were inerrant, that she was incapable of ever being foiled - though rightfully so considering her state of success.

It had been this fake sibling, this mockery of her face, that had opened the door to her room, that had unlocked Pandora's box. Where there had been no hope for freedom, for prosperity, for life, there was now an abundance, and yet it was so incredibly ironic that it had been her mother's own machinations that had set this spark ablaze by fostering such a perverse creation. Though she had admittedly been confused at first, lost even, the girl had found her way out in some way or another, and escaped from the fortress that had once been known as the Keep of Darth Andeddu, Sith Lord whom had hidden his glory from his contemporaries even in his inevitable death - as her mother would have if not for such a simple stroke of luck, had the force not been with her. And so she fled the cruel world of the Sith, none knowing who the petite blonde had been, not one being questioning why such a being had fled with only the clothes on her back and a pair of silken shoes that had certainly fit much better half a decade ago. Life was impossibly difficult for her, a young girl of incredible physical frailty, and yet the force urged her on, as if she and it were together, much like her mother believed herself to truly be one with the Dakr Side. But at last her luck had began to wane, seemingly, as the small escape pod that she had been drifting through open space for the greater part of the week began to run dangerously low on its oxygen levels and she had already ran out of food some days ago. At least, that is, until she hazarded a glance out the viewport to see a planet within a feasible distance to land - only she had just enough fuel to make it to the stratosphere of the world beneath, most certainly not enough power to provide a safe landing. And so the young child, with no choice but to live with the risks, directed the pod to the planet of Eclipse and strapped herself in for a terribly rough landing while she closed her eyes and held her breath, pleading with the force to guide her.

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It was the most excruciatingly loud noise she'd ever heard - the sound of the craft being slowly whittled away by the immense heat of re-entry - and the heat of the small cabin rose enough that she felt herself begin to sweat, her hair now a mess around her face and neck. Yet she still clung onto hope, trusting that the force would deliver her to her destiny with no great hindrance, and six and a quarter minutes later she found the answer to that hope. The escape pod had struck against the side of the planet with a force that literally crumpled a portion of the craft inward like tinfoil, although still too far away to cause Lisette to strike against it, but the impact itself had knocked the wind out of her and shook her to her core. For the next half hour she struggled to collect herself and regain composure, her body still convulsing from the feeling of vibration that she suffered as a result of her entire body being rattled like a rag doll, until at last she found the will and the concentration to free herself from the wreckage, to tear open the skyward-facing section of the craft and create an exit for herself. And just as she stepped outside, still slightly dizzy, she was greeted with the intrusion of a voice in her mind, one which quite literally startled her and caused her to lose her footing and slip down to the ground.

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Had she not understood the concept of telepathy, perhaps being startled would have been but the beginning of her troubles, but she had no knowledge of whom was contacting her, nor could she feel for the presence of the woman whose voice had spoken to her thoughts, she was only alone with the force - though coincidentally not too far from the Eclipse Station.

[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]