(Combo with @
Admiral Volshe & @
Darth Nathemus)
IC:
Voidwalker
Passageway to The Throne room, Korriban
His legs burned, every muscle pumping to push him forward, adrenaline coursing through his veins, an inexplicable darkness weighting down on him, fear threatening to engulf him, and a primal demonic feeling stirring within trying to awaken. Voidwalker did his best to ignore the physical toll being taken on him as he continued to rush towards the throne room, back to his family with lightsaber in hand. As he rushed down the corridor he was passed by a pale blur rushing in the opposite direction. It had been Nihl. Voidwalker stopped dead in his tracks, looking back over his shoulder as the Nagai Warlord wasted no time in rushing down the hallway.
Where is he going? It must be bad if he's left the throne room, I should help him. NO! I have to get to the Dread Heirs, their safety is more important, besides Lord Nihl can handle himself.
Refocusing on his task at hand, Voidwalker was off and closing in on the throne room. He made quick strides and soon he was at the antechamber, passing through and coming to a rest in the throne room. His chest rapidly rising and falling as he caught his breath. He'd made it finally, yet the feeling of absolute darkness still hadn't left him, only growing.
Within the throne room the children were being watched over vigilantly by Maladi, as Nathemus conversed with his half sister, Cordé, and another stood before them, one Voidwalker did not know. He stood with his arms behind his back, standing guard before the rest. Clearly a first line of defense, or simple cannon fodder to any that dare to attack the room. He must have been an apprentice, he was indeed cannon fodder.
Voidwalker took a step forward, the apprentice took a step back. It seemed as if he was reacting out of fear alone. Raising his foot to take another step forward, anorher voice cried out. “
I have not!” The voice of a young girl coming from a room just off of the throne room itself. Voidwalker turned and stepped towards the door way, hearing another call out from the female's crackling voice. “
Stop." He stepped closer and stood in the door way as he witnessed a young girl that looked as if she was around his own natural birth age. She seemed distressed as she argued with a hunched over demonic looking creature before her. I-Ron and another ar her feet grasping at her hands. It was as if they couldn't tell what was happening to her.
The entity before her shouting at her. “
You run! You have always ran! Your people need you, Onderon needs you! Your father won’t protect them, they need you more than these kids! They have their mother, they have multiple Sith Lords protecting them! Who’s protecting you other than me!?”
Onderon? Her people? Just who is this girl? Don't tell me she's Princess Solisius, hiding right her in plain sight among the Sith Order!
He looked down almost in disbelief, after all these years here she was. She had saved his life once when they were children, but he doubted she would know him or even remember that day, but he certainly did. If she really was the princess, she looked much different than she had back then, but then again so did he.
Looking back up, the demon was gone and she was staring at him with eyes of bursting sunlight, and dear in her face. She cried out to him. “
My father will not help the people of Onderon, he is a coward. We have to get off this planet, I need to go home. We need to go home.”
"
Calm yourself child." His voice carrying a tone a calm and soothing. It was a ruse of course, to hide his own fear he'd felt from the darkness. But it seemed they wanted the same thing, to be gone of here and to return home. "
We all have our demons, some of us more than other's. But don't you fear, we will help our people. No harm will come to our home."
Voidwalker turned and stepped away from the doorway as an Imperial Knight rushed into the throne room carrying a woman, followed by Volshe and Nihl. The Knight laid the body of the woman down and Volshe crouched next to her with Nihl at her side. Quickly she was doing her best attempt to heal this woman. She must have been important.
The sight of Volshe, Nihl, Nathemus, and Cordé all together caused his head to spin. His mind feeling freed and stretching out. Sounds, and smells rushing to his senses from a place far from here. It was as if his mind had been unlocked and in an instant he was no longer there.
Onderon
137/138 ABY
There was a gentle breeze, rustling through the fragrant and vibrant fronds of purple king’s crown. In the forests beyond the walls of Iziz, sat on the bank of one of many babbling streams, was Kára Volshe. She had brought the young Draven beyond the city’s confines, out of the apartment nestled in the southern sector of the city. She was not alone. Standing on the path, beyond, starkly lit by the light that beamed down from the noontime sun, was the lithe Lord Nihl. For once, he was not clad in his armour but a cloak that trailed him as a cloud of smoke. Beside him stood a young boy, only perhaps a third of his height, with training saber clutched in his hand.
The jungle hissed and chirruped around them, though they remained in its sparse fringe.
She perched herself on the edge of a footbridge crafted of wood as they went off to practice their exercise, the shallow water sparkling beneath her sandalled feet. Fabric of burgundy and ivory wrapped around her, scarf twined around her hair. She moved to sit Draven in her lap, brushing his downy hair from where beads of water stuck it to his face.
“
It is nearby.”
She could hear the wafting of his voice from where she sat, watching as he crouched onto his haunches and pointed to a distant spot beneath the underbrush.
“
There. The den of the beast.”
Coatlec stood nearby the massive man that was his father. He always loved spending time with him, especially when they got to train with lightsabers. He couldn't lift a rock if it would save his life, but he could sure swing his training blade.
He ignited the amber blade and it came to life with a mellow hiss. "
Okay father! Let's train!"
The young child cooed and giggled, as he moved about on his mother's lap. Tiny arms stretching out to grab at his foot, pulling his leg towards his head as he rocked to and fro trying to accomplish his own important task. Drool ran down his chin, the small child was teething, so tiny bibs had become a normalcy for the small boy. Rocking back a little too hard, his head quickly bashed off of the mother's chest. The necklace she had worn grazed the back of his skull and the floodgates of tears were released. The pain was sheer agony to the teething baby, tears mixed with the high pitched wailing of a thousand alarming klaxons all in unison erupted from the tiny being. "
Maaaaaaaa....mommmmmmm, mmmmmm." He was trying to form the word but it wouldn't come to him just yet, but hopefully his caretaker overlord would know what his "words" meant.
“
Shhh,” she whispered, taking him back in her arms and inspecting where he had collided with her. There was no mark, not a single drop of blood. She cradled the wailing child closer, cooing softly to him as he attempted to form words. There were footsteps - of a young girl from behind. She briefly watched over Volshe’s shoulder before she sat down beside her, squishing her face against her pale arm. Volshe continued to soothe him with gentle circles of his back.
“
Don’t be sad,” the little girl said, brown hair falling in her eyes. She leaned over and pulled a flower from the crevices of the bridge, hand clutching it tightly and offering it to the boy.
His tears subsided and his shrieking cry's of anguish reduced to a mere whimper of fussiness. "
Awooahblllipp" the boy cooed as she comforted him. Small bubbles of spittle forming and popping, tickling his lips. A giggle escaping from him. Seeing the colorful flower being offered to him, he reached out his small chubby arm and hand to take it. Holding it in his tiny grip of death, the steam bend as the flower head leaned over before putting it on his mouth. Sucking on the flower, the floral taste of dirt filled his mouth before pulling the flower out and waving it back and forth furiously, pedals and falling to the ground, and drool running down his small golem shaped fist that clutched the soaked flower.
The young girl lingered for a minute, or two, watching the young boy in her mother’s lap. Her hand knotted and unknotted her mother’s soft blonde curls, eyes darting between the horizon and the jungle around them.
In quiet voice, warm as the sunlight and sweet as honey, Volshe took the moment to point out to the young boy the various creatures that chattered and crept in the jungle. She smiled down at him, sounding the words to him in slow measure.
The girl frowned and then ran off, towards her father who was now a few dozen metres away, her tiny feet kicking up the dust of the path.
She slowed her approach and then crouched behind the violet fronds, peering out and waiting for the young Coatlec to come into range. The moment he did, she leapt from the brush, growling and tackling the boy with triumphant cry. “
I got you!”
Coatlec growled a little as his little sister jumped on him, tackling him to the ground. "
Nirai! I'll get you!"
He tried wrestling her arms off of him and told her, "
Get out your saber and let's duel like Sith!"
“
No!” She cried out, giggling maniacally and not letting go. “
I don’t need to! I win!”
He laughed with her and finally got to push her back off. "
Not yet you don't sis!"
She lurched to make another attempt, her father’s arm grabbing her by the shoulder as she nearly collided with her half-brother’s still-lit training saber.
She frowned up at him. “
Oh,” she said, quietly, smoke curling up from the hem of her shirt.
157ABY, Korriban, Current Time
As quickly as the memory had come to him, it was gone. The smell of the water and flowers lingering away from him. This was his family, no matter the circumstances that surrounded his real parents, it had been Volshe and Nihl that had taken care of him. At least for a time. Stepping towards Nathemus and Cordé, he addressed them not by their proper taken names but as the family he'd unknowingly know. "
Coatlec, Nirai, make sure to protect the twins. Mother and Father will need you both, now more than ever if we're to survive." His voice carrying an array if emotions behind every word. "
Our family is strong, we'll overcome this. But there's something I must do. I'll return to you all as soon as I am able, the Force willing."
With nothing more left to say, Voidwalker turned on his heel and made his way back to where he'd left the young Onderonean Princess. Upon entering the room, his crimson eyes met her yellow irises. "
Alright Solisius, get your things. We're leaving, we're going home to save our people."
TAGs:
@Darth Dreadwar @Darth Nathemus @Admiral Volshe @skira @Loharr Talem @Jihadi Quartz
