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Madrona A’Mia
The ship hummed as the hyperdrive pushed it toward Korriban. Praesitlyn had been captured, the Wolf and his army proving victorious in the assignment which they had been given. It had been a ragtag group which he had gathered to oversee the various aspects of the campaign. Representation from each of the internal factions of the Order found a place in his triumph. It was the Wolf’s way of showing that the Sith Order was stronger when they opted to lay their differences aside. His mind on the matter was more akin to that of the Echani Empress. Of any Sith she had the greatest influence on his methods and philosophy.
For his own part, the Wolf looked to add to his fold when he could. This last mission the invitation had been given to the Neti which often accompanied those from Korriban. Of all of them, she was the one Gerwald was the most curious about. In his travels he could never recall meeting a Neti. It was a fascinating species, sentient and treelike. The idea called to the Wolf within, though he was unsure what the beast would think.
It was not a short flight to Korriban, even at light speed. The journey meant Gerwald would be unable to retain his humanity without shifting. There was no reason to tempt fate, nor did he need to hide his nature among his own crew. Gerwald had learned a long time ago that showing people what he was would not bring the trouble or danger his mother had once warned about. She had used it to create fear, fear she used to control him and his siblings with. He had not enjoyed watching her die, but he was grateful for the freedom he had found without her firm hand directing his steps.
The soil under his paws felt rejuvenating, even if the forest on his Star Destroyer was nothing more than an environmental terrarium. Everything about it had been made to replicate the sight, sounds, and smells of the forest he grew up running in. His nose could discern the difference, but it was close enough to make him feel at home. Nothing could be done about the pang in his heart which missed his mate, Naedira, when his missions separated them. He often preferred her to travel and fight at his side. He did not feel whole without her.
His run was borne out of more than a need to keep his sanity. It had come from a desire to forget the distance the length of his absence put between him and those he held most dear. Even though he was a Sith, family meant more to him than anything. Naedira was his.
Doors opened and closed, and a new life entered his sanctuary. Gerwald quickly ran to where his clothes had been set aside for such intrusions, and shifted back into the man most knew him as. His robes were loose and basic, black as night which was typical of Sith. He emerged from the foliage to greet his guest, surprised at who it was.
