Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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A meeting

Home, it was a word that meant something different to everyone, and for the longest time it had meant something far grander then it once had to Sargon. Perhaps in truth that meaning would never fade, but the sands of time never flew up, and now his time in the place he'd called home had passed. He didn't know where he was going, and truth be told he wasn't sure he cared that much at the moment. He nearly had refused to leave, but the Force had made his path impossibly clear. So now he only had one last end to tie, one last person who he needed to see before the past could be truly the past.

The silence of space surrounded his ship as the Zabrak waited in orbit around some moon who hadn't raised enough interest to get anything but a simple number as a name. To Sargon though the silence was a lie as he meditated on the Force. Giving into the soft whispers as he gave it sway, the shadows that lie over his heart were not moved though. Walking away had been simple and yet so difficult it was beyond words. He didn't look back as he boarded his ship, but he didn't need to he knew every inch of his home on Bakura. The way the grass swayed in the midsummer's breeze, the quiet chirp of the local birds as they flew from tree to tree, and even the hive of ants he'd watched with humble fascination when he first learned to see through the Force. It was a smell he couldn't get out of his nose, the memory of the warm sun on his face, and the heaviness of its end had left him empty. It was akin to a lover to him, he'd dedicated himself to it, and had never even considered his time there would end. It had though, and still he'd held on to the idea of a memory that was already gone.

He followed old familiar patterns, things he'd done before to bring comfort, but they rang hollow in his soul. The Force his great comfort which he'd always relied on now pulled him away from a labor of love, and it had broken his heart in doing so. Where did one go from here though, adrift in space and time without a new beginning. His skin felt cold, he'd always favored planet's over ships, and now his bones felt like they would never warm again. Still, he followed and remained dedicated to the Force, if this was to be his end then he would have faith in it. First though he waited for her, he could not walk away before he said what needed to be said, and he knew she would come.
 

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