LOCATION: Ossus; Jedi Academy; Wandering
OBJECTIVE: Find Something To Punch, Because Oh God, She's Gone
MUSIC: Remember Me by Anadel, Take Us Back by Alela Diane
It wasn't hard to reach the office. After visiting there so many times... Nyx could have wandered this area of the complex without looking. She practically did. Nothing mattered to her at the moment besides finding her friend. That's all that needed her attention at the moment. When Orick T'ane glanced at her she simply nodded. As if maybe he had been acknowledging her presence and she was returning the favor. Every movement that followed was just as stiff, as blank, as the first. This wasn't like her. No. Usually she was vibrant, aggressive in her way of life. But this was the walk of a broken woman. The tale of someone who hadn't thought they had anything left to lose, only to find out they did, and promptly lost what they had learned to cherish. Doctor Lydia Stone was not, in any way, shape, or form, Nyx's. But he energetic woman was one of the few people she found herself drawn to. Over the last two months of treatment they had grown moderately close somehow. And now the Doc was gone. Completely gone without a trace. Or maybe there was a trace. Maybe those who had already looked for her had overlooked something vital. Maybe she hadn't been sent to chaos. Something worse could have happened. Oh dear God, something worse could have happened.
Drapeam Nyx broke into a run.
She ran like she had all those years ago on the battlefield. Like a Nexu out of hell she dashed, practically crashing down the hallways, rushing past soldiers and Jedi alike. Inside her chest her heart was beating like it rarely had before. Sweat started to form on her forehead. But she didn't care. It didn't matter. The Zorren kept moving, ignoring the pain she felt when her shoulder slammed into a doorway, knowing she was to close to stop now. Not for something so insignificant as a bump. One of the bandages on her arm threatened to come undone. But she didn't care. It didn't matter. A tear started to fall from her eye as she flung open one last door. There. This was it. And she saw what she knew she was going to find: Nothing. Her knees gave in, sending her to the floor. Everything felt to numb for her to care. This mattered. It mattered to much for her to focus on anything else. Quietly she shifted. Her gaze flicked around the room as if she thought that Stone was hiding in the corner... waiting for her to show up... she'll jump out soon. Scare me. Make me angry. I'll yell, she'll laugh. Then she'll apologize and I'll pretend not to forgive her.
But the doctor wasn't coming for her.
No one was.
Everyone else had important things to do. They had to secure the area or take care of squatters. Her? She was simply grieving. Just like they all had already done. Congrats, Nyx, you're way behind of the crowd... That didn't bother her as much as she thought it should. Wasn't she being... weak? Shouldn't she just get up and get to work?... Yeah. Yeah she should. Even if all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball on the floor there were things that needed to be done. Just like always. She couldn't afford to waste time like this (though taking time to mourn is quite understandable). Not when others who were experiencing worse were still going. If they could do this then she should be able to as well (but really it was just her way of making herself get up when she didn't want to). I'll take one last look. Then I'll go. She rose slowly, softly, like a tired wave rising from the ocean, her golden eyes taking in the sight with cautious curiosity.
Things were messy. Papers were strewn around the desk, the bed sheets were in a pile in the corner, the trash bin had been knocked over, and the calendar hadn't been updated in four years. A lot of people would assume something bad had happened here. They had never seen this place before though. Every detail of the room was just as she remembered it (and she had become quite fond of memorizing the location's features)... except... the desk drawer was open. That was new. Usually it was closed. Locked too. Should I? She thought, before remembering that her friend could very well be dead, kidnapped, or worse. Surely this was a justifiable action? Yes. It felt that way. Quietly the woman reached into the containment unit. After a moment her hand found two very familiar feeling objects: Stone's personal data-pad (no doubt encrpyted) and... oh... there was a lightsaber. Had she ever seen the Doc use one of those? No, actually, she hadn't even see the lass carry one around. But this was undoubtedly hers. It... it felt like it was.
"I'm going to make sure you get this back. You're coming back, right?... It's been weird without you. No one's tried to surprise or scare me for some time now. They just give me weird looks. People think I'm just some beat up patient who's going to be the next to die in this crisis. You never thought like that. No... People were always great to you. 'They can all be saved!' Heh... I'll make sure you make it home. One way or another." Drapeam Nyx turned away, clipping the blade to her belt, and left the room. The amount of stress she was trying to deny was overwhelming. But pretending to be fine was something she was good- maybe great- at. Hmm... maybe she'd make a good Jedi after all. Without another word she started walking again. This time there wasn't a destination in mind. Just a feeling in her gut tugging her towards the next great adventure. Or disaster. Either was as equally likely as the other. Though she did have an itch in the pit of her stomach....
Why do I have the feeling something bad is about to happen?
Equipment: Stolen lightsaber (red) x1, borrowed lightsaber (blue) x1, data-pad x2
Injuries: Bruised rib, mild scrapes on left arm, poisoned (Sith style).
Notes: None available at the moment.