Alis Volat Propriis [Samka][Hazel][Bethany]

[Mishel Kryze]

She Flies With Her Own Wings​

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On the grassy knolls beside the large white building known as Sanctuary, sat Mishel with her back to the building her eyes looked out along the blades of grass as they moved with the wind. Her legs tucked beneath her and a hoverchair sat not too far from where she was now. A blanket rolled out with a small picnic meant for a group, she watched with a smile as the birds fluttered about the sky coming down to sip the nectar from the flowers. The bees buzzed to and from the flowers just the same, going to their hive to create the honey that served Sanctuary. A spring-like breeze billowed in from the mountains sweeping across the land. The teenager's cybernetic hand moved across the blanket plucking at the leaves that danced across it, taking one between her fingers she twirled it. Her deep brown hair brushed out along her shoulders with the breeze, and hazel-green eyes shifted as they studied the leaf. Today was a day that they would try to see how Mishel's body responded to certain stimuli and more importantly to talk, get some fresh air and talk about a lot of the things that had happened over the past few days.

"Ashira l'Adonai ki goah gaah," she hummed a tune she'd been humming for days now. Vocabulary having since reorganised itself, with the added bonus of Eldarai. The native language of the Eldorai of both Kaeshana and Tygara. "Ashira l'Adonai ki goah gaa, mi khamokha ba'elim Adonai." The hum turned into a whistle as she kept the leaf between her fingers, at least until the wind blew it away. Quietly she watched it fly and then looked down at the picnic once more. She turned to look over her shoulder, to watch for Gram Kismet, short for Grandmaster Kismet but unfortunately upon recovery of her vocabulary, Grandmaster just wasn't a word she could quite say in one go. Thus it became Gram Kismet, or Grammy, when Mishel was feeling cheeky which as of late, had been most of the time. Dr. Hazel Zanteres who ever since the day she came back... Well, the two shared something unique, a bond that was hard to place. And then Sam, Sam who elected to help Mishel. Together all four women were going to do their best to make today a relaxing one, and a she waited her whistle turned back into a hum and then a soft voice that sang, "great mother of heaven, look down on us. Great Mother of Heaven, preserve us. High Goddess, grant us your favour. High Goddess, show us your mercy and grace."

[member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member="Hazel Zanteres"] | @Samka Derith

 

[Hazel Zanteres]

It had been a very hectic few days for Doctor Zanteres.

About a week had passed since Mustafar and the arrival of the Knights of Ren to Monastery. Which as of yesterday, the majority had finally been able to depart now that their various injuries were healed enough. Albeit the majority had been initially reluctant to leave given that one of their own - Mishel, wasn't going to be joining them. Thankfully Samka had stepped in and volunteered to stay behind to help keep an eye on Mishel. It seemed the purple haired young woman held some measure of authority over the others, as they had relented after that. Though Hazel had also wished for Samka to stay a while longer, as there had been some concerns about the woman's condition even after she had recovered. So, she had asked her to remain, at least enough for the doctor to run scans periodically to ensure it was nothing major.

After that, Hazel was back into the thick of things tending to the various patients in Sanctuary. Although with Mishel now under her specific care, she had to reduce her number of patients - deviating them to a couple other doctors. There had been a moment of indecision during that period, whether to select a more accessible doctor to care for the young Ren. But Hazel wouldn't have it, citing that at this point she was already looking after her and that Mishel was likely familiar and comfortable with having her look after her every day. So, a number of Hazel's patients were taken from her schedule to give more time to Mishel.

But it didn't mean she wasn't still late.

Hazel was in a half walk, half jog out of Sanctuary now that her morning rounds were finally finished. Earlier she had recieved word that the picnic that one of the other Order members had made, had been placed at the location just outside the walls. And given that Hazel wasn't able to leave as earlier as she had wanted she assumed Mishel had already made her way there. Thankfully the Sacred Lotus had a spare hoverchair for her to use, which meant the doctor didn't need to constantly be there to move her around. As she neared the place, Hazel picked up the familiar hum that she had heard several times now.

"Sounds as beautiful as always, Mishel." Hazel gave her a warm smile as she finally walked up to the small picnic area. "Sorry I'm a bit late, my last patient just wouldn't let go." She chuckled softly, taking a seat on the blanket - shifting the bottom of her lab coat in the process.

[member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member="Samka Derith"]

 

[Mishel Kryze]

"Hazel," Mishel beamed as the wind seemed to kiss the picnic setting. The teenager felt it though, the wind - she felt it through the force something she had not done before, or maybe. Just maybe it had been because she had been trapped inside the Bastion. "Thank you," she said with gratitude as she watched the doctor approach. Behind her, the scene was magnificent, although a quiet place Sanctuary is as it namesake would suggest. A peaceful place and here the young Ren felt more at ease with herself, freer to speak what was on her mind. The blanket dipped with Hazel's movement and the brunette watched it ripple toward the doctor as she took a seat. She said nothing to acknowledge the doctor's last statement as her mind and eyes wandered off elsewhere. "It feels different here." She confessed as she pressed the palms of her hands against the blanket and moved her body.

Situated closer to Hazel she dusted her hands against one another. Hazel-green eyes glinted a pure green if only for a moment, a small change had already begun to take place. A metamorphosis almost, but for the moment her eyes had only caught onto the small leaves that brushed down along the blanket. "Compared to home." Home being with the Knights of Ren, or darksided Force Users on behalf of the First Order. "It's freer here, not that home is not free. It's different." She looked at the blonde and studied her eyes committing them to memory. Deep within Mishel's own force aura lurked a conflict, as the darkness that had been placed there by Seiger Ren now fought against Hazel Zanteres's light essence. "Do you think Gram Kismet will be here?" She only wondered, and perhaps even wanted to get some time with her as well. So far, it'd proven beneficial as Mishel often inquired about everything of her, and of Hazel of course.

[member="Hazel Zanteres"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member="Samka Derith"]​

 

[Bethany Kismet]

"Gram Kismet?"

The voice from behind them was wryly amused.

"Was I supposed to hear that? Or is that a nickname that you all only use behind my back?"

She was clearly joking, amused, not annoyed. Technically, her children had their own families, grew old, and died, without her- it was not something she thought about often, though occasionally she did wonder if she still had living descendants. Despite that, it was with a certain affection that she accepted the title, if that was what [member="Mishel Ren"] was to call her.

It was, after all, something she had never had the chance to hear from the mouths of her own grandchildren.

Stepping up to them, she offered a smile to [member="Hazel Zanteres"] before looking down at Mishel.

"How are you feeling?" She asked. "You gave everyone quite a scare."

[member="Samka Derith"]

 

[Hazel Zanteres]

Hazel watched [member="Mishel Ren"] with a small smile on her face, but was also here as Doctor Zanteres as well. She was after all the young Ren's doctor, so it was her job to make sure she was doing well, that her health was on a steady increase and not worsening. There was also another matter, one [member="Bethany Kismet"] had informed the Hapan about not long ago. The Jedi Master had noted that Mishel had only a dark aura, had being the particular word here. Something occured during the time when the young woman was clinically dead and before she was brought back to life. That aura was now mixed with the light, and given Monastery's heavy inclination to that side of the Force, it would likely have some form of effect on Mishel.

Which it seemed Hazel was getting a first hand look at, if the moment's change in Mishel's eye colour was something to go by. But Hazel wasn't sure, her knowledge of the Force was hardly extensive beyond the limited training she had. And yet, as she matched her stare, Hazel felt something she couldn't explain. A pull; a connection maybe. Whatever it was, she knew it had to do with the Force.

"Monastery is very peaceful. It has a deep history in the Lightside of the Force I believe." Again, Hazel didn't know a whole lot about the planet, besides the basics that Bethany had initially given when pitching the idea of the Order. "Although, I'm sure...Gram Kismet could explain a lot better."

Hazel hung her head slightly, hiding a chuckle. She really shouldn't be encourging Mishel to keep calling Bethany that, but it was at least to the Hapan, very amusing.

"Gram Kismet?"

And as if on cue, the woman in question had arrived. Hazel turned her head and returned the smile.

"Have a seat, Bethany." She patted the blanket a bit, a spot near the two of the current occupants.

[member="Samka Derith"]

 

[Mishel Kryze]

"I am well," Mishel answered with a smile as she watched Hazel invite the Grandmaster to sit with them on the blanket. A small chuckled followed, "you are to hear it whenever the wind may bring it to your ear. Gram Kismet." She puncuated her sentence with the very phrase. Vocabulary had been a thing for her right after coming back from the dead, Grandmaster and Gram seemed to slip off her tongue interchangably.

She took to heart what Hazel had told her, the small bit of lore of the land. "Are there other places like this, or is this the only one of its kind?" The young woman asked her question went to both of the women before her. She felt something more here, something called to her although what that was she could not tell you. But it felt at peace with the world and perhaps with the galaxy at large. Her eyes drew up the mountains and watched a moment as the clouds above passed them by.

"I know little of the Jedi, find I words of Jedi in your library," she explained, and went on to elaborate that Elisea had helped to fetch books and scrolls. The Avalonian librarian knew little of the Jedi herself but did her best to assist where she could. "They feel like my order, serve greater purpose, yes?" She thought so at least, the Ren served beyond their own. They served their nation, their leader - the father, Seiger Ren. They were his children and it was he who they served. Her attention now drawn back to both [member="Bethany Kismet"] and [member="Hazel Zanteres"].

[member="Samka Derith"]

 

[Samka Derith]

Roughly half a kilometre away from the other women was a far darker presence. The small form of Samka Derith was meditating beneath a tree next to a lake, her blackened robes and eerily corrupted features contrasting heavily with the vivid greenery, peaceful waters and pleasant breeze which made up the surroundings of Monastery.

"They're trying to take her from us. To corrupt her into something unnatural. They are not hostile by the blade but by the heart. They think they're going to help her, to put her at peace. This is what makes them so dangerous, they come not to kill or cleanse but to save." Sam muttered under her breath with a tone growing more and more irritated at each word. "Show me," she pleaded with the powers of the Dark, alive and passed, for guidance. To her Masters at the Baston of Ren, to the Supreme Leader who's life she had pledged service to, to Kylo Ren, the man who had first led their Order and finally to the wise, long dead Sith Lord, Palpatine, whose Empire had laid the foundations for her own. "Show me and I shall do your bidding."

Often her meditations brought clarity, whispers in her head she was certain belonged to one of those she reached out to. This time, the silence was deafening. The Light was too strong. There would be no reply from the agents of Darkness.

Snapping out of her meditative stance, Samka felt like she needed to break something. She should be angry that she was unable to meditate effectively and yet her spirit remained calm. It was the rot of this planet, she was certain. So she forced herself into anger. Sam grabbed a branch of the tree she'd been sitting besides and tore off the limb, grunting and snarling as she did so. It snapped with a little aid from the Force, splintering into pieces at the tearing point. Next she threw the branch into the lake with all her might causing the water to erupt first upwards and then outwards in ripples.

Breathing heavily, the Ren took a few steps towards the shore, spotting her reflection in the water still shaking from her actions. She didn't feel any better, indeed, she began to feel rather foolish. If her reflection could talk, it would be saying "Well done, you sought to channel the infinite power of the Dark Side of the Force through a child's tantrum. That went as well as one could expect." Sam sighed at her reflection, at her youthful features and small, undeveloped frame. Was she ready for this? She'd managed to force the Jedi out of Mustafar, true, but their mission had only a partial success and now the Supreme Leader's pet, entrusted in her care was dabbling with the Light.

She snorted and turned her back on the water. Wallowing in self pity wouldn't bring her anything either. She had to be there, to make sure these doctors weren't polluting her apprentice's mind further and counter them where she could. What other option was there?

With that, she marched to meet with the others.

[member="Mishel Ren"] - [member="Hazel Zanteres"] - [member="Bethany Kismet"]