Private A Spark in The Dark

[Varin Mortifer]

VARIN MORTIFER

THEME​

Equipment: Durum Mantle | Black Blade of Chandrila | Eye of The Dragon | Heavy Sith Mace | Cross Guard Broadsaber​

Red light bled through the windows of the hospital room. The soft hum and chimes of medical equipment echoed within the barren room. Varin laid in the hospital bed, still unconscious from his rescue from The Box. A coma.

One of the medical machines beeped signaling the medical droid it was time to change his I.V. bag. Unceremoniously and without skipping its rhythmic routine, it swapped the bag with one filled with liquid, feeding his body nutrients it severely lacked.

Within his mind, within his dreams, he walked the halls of his home. Relived the memories with his family as another point of view. Watching himself grow up, tending the garden, training, meditating, praying. Many visitors had come and gone, his Master, Revna Marr, had spent time with him in the room, keeping a vigilant eye on him until other responsibilities called her away. Members of his Nagai force even visited, leaving some personal items on the table by his bed. A bullet casing, a blade and a patch that was etched in with some family coat of arms.

Still, he laid there silently, almost peacefully. His body sat within the bed like a broken frame leaning against the wall.

Shadows crept around the royal medical room as the sun arced its path through the sky, changing the angles of light in its wake.

Awaken, boy…

Ignati’s voice echoed within his mind.

We are not done…

The memories of The Box flooded through his mind, interrupting his dreams. The walls seemed to melt from his halls, chains bound him back to the floor, and ice cold wind gripped his body stilling his breath.

Awaken…Varin…

Varin’s head picked up within his freezing cell. Looking the draconic figure in the eye.

She is waiting for you…

Varin’s breath exhaled, steam leaving his lips, then the door to his cell opened. A dark figure with violet eyes stepping in. His heart raced, his fists tightened, his breath quickened as Ignati disappeared before his eyes.

All that was left was the figure and Varin.

The figures hand slowly outstretched to reach for him, drawing closer. Varin’s breath quickened before he jolted up from his bed, a sharp inhale of air filling his lungs and covered in cold sweats. His heart monitor had sped up calling in a medical droid to check in on him as his eyes flicked around the room, trying to make sense of where he was.

Seren Gwyn​

 

[Seren Gwyn]

Seren had not left the room as the shadows lengthened across the walls.

At some point during the long hours, an attendant had brought her a chair, though she had rarely used it. She spent the night drifting between the broad windows, watching the crimson haze of Korriban's sky bleed into darkness, and at the bedside, where a forgotten datapad rested in her lap. The royal medical quarters were immaculate in the way all expensive things are: sterile, polished, and fundamentally detached from the suffering they contained. None of the luxury, however, made the sight of him any easier to endure.

Varin looked wrong like this.

He was too still, his skin ghostly beneath the dim red light filtered through the glass. The strength usually woven into his very frame had been reduced to shallow breaths and the fragile chorus of machines humming to compensate for what his body could not yet do.

She hated it more than she had expected to.

When the monitors suddenly spiked into sharp, rapid tones, Seren was on her feet before the sound could even echo. The datapad slipped soundlessly to the floor as she reached the bedside, her glowing amber eyes fixed on Varin just as he jerked awake with a violent, ragged inhale.

For a fraction of a second, she saw it plainly: the fear.

It wasn't weakness or simple panic; it was something older and colder. It was the kind of terror dragged back from places a person was never meant to survive.

Her expression tightened instinctively before she smoothed it into a mask of composure, though the relief beneath remained impossible to fully hide.

"Varin."

His name was low and steady, a deliberate anchor of calm. She stepped fully into his line of sight before the medical droid could crowd him, her hand lifting to rest lightly against his forearm. She didn't restrain him; she simply grounded him in the present.

"You are safe." The words were quiet but unwavering. "You are in the royal medical quarters on Korriban. The Box is gone."

She watched his eyes dart, tracking the instinctive search for threats and confinement. Her grip tightened just a fraction, anchoring him to the room rather than letting him slip back into whatever nightmare had followed him out. Somewhere nearby, the droid began droning about heart rates and recovery statistics, but Seren ignored it entirely.

Her world had narrowed to the man in the bed.

"We brought you back," she continued softly. "You have been unconscious for several days."

There was no reprimand in her tone for the scare he'd given them. No immediate demand for answers. There was only the quiet, heavy exhaustion of someone who had spent too long praying for movement.

A strand of dark hair had fallen loose against her cheek during the vigil, unnoticed and unheeded. Her fingers brushed once against his wrist, a small, unconscious reassurance that he was truly, physically there.

"…You came back to us," she murmured, her voice finally thinning at the edges as her composure frayed. "That is enough."

Varin Mortifer

 

[Varin Mortifer]

VARIN MORTIFER

Equipment: Durum Mantle | Black Blade of Chandrila | Eye of The Dragon | Heavy Sith Mace | Cross Guard Broadsaber​

The sound of his name pulled his attention to her, the surroundings of the cell that swirled around him slowly started to give way to a hospital room. The darkness of the blindfold he was forced to wear finally gave way to red hue from a planet he would call home.

She stepped fully into his view, her hand lightly touching his arm causing him to look down at her hand, his expression of fear slowly began to give away as he slowly laid back into the medical bed. The droid that was droning over his vitals finally quieting down as the alarms started to quiet down.

“...The Box…”

Varin’s words came quietly, almost cracked.

His gaze slowly looked around them as the recognition of medical chambers started to run through his head. The frigid cold replaced with something akin to room temperature.

“Brought me back?”

The words echoed in his head as he processed what she was saying, the fuzziness in his head still pounded unrelentingly causing him to shake his head.

“Allan, Where is…”

His words stopped when she said he had come back to them. His eyes slowly relaxing as his mind finally started to process where he was, and who was in front of him.

Seren.

She had stayed with him…

"Ki Hadzuska W'ana..."

The words came quietly and weakly as he relaxed in the bed, his hand gently gripping hers.

Seren Gwyn​