Ambers and Embers (Open to One Force User)

[Sera Inkari]

Region: Outer Rim
Planet: Jagger VI - Desert planet with life around the coasts.
Location: Beach along the Isle of the Watch.
Time: Morning.
NPCs: None Hostile - Scattered Sithwatch taking shelter in ruined ships and ruined makeshift shack communities. Use as you like.

Ambers and Reds adorned both landscape and woman, with sparse vegetation making its home here and there where it might find nourishment. Sera reached out into the sand, and ran her nails through it softly, raking her fill of the fine ground her senses were always cast far and wide, not giving her focus but instead much noise. Ever the seer’s problem, everything blended together allowing her no rest or peace. An ocean was clearer and larger, so much of that large scope she was prone to sense was occupied by the endless waters that lay out ahead of her. This was agreeable, relief almost.

Another might have gone mad she thought, as things broke and then were remade again and again, but then perhaps she was. That was a truth that had sunk into her being the longer the seer sat against that tide. Water ebbing and flowing ahead, eroding what lay in its path. Falling debris of old empires and old lives behind her. Frozen in time as they had been so often, further eroded her sense of reality or permanence. Nothing had permanence, there as just the force, and that was what gave Kintan’s priestess nourishment.

One sith militia agents worked on the far shore at her back, little left but rags and bones on this remote outpost. Wrecks of ships cannibalized for shelter, more a graveyard than anything else with people making use of whatever they had to continue their existence. But all was temporary for Kintan’s priestess, their plight, their life and their passing into memory. Which future was it? Her head ached, echoes pounding and her eyes opened. Little rest, little rest. There was so little left between her and threads of futures passing around her, shattering when they did not come true. A threat to be consumed by it completely, lay like the wound in her chest.

Burn marks visible across otherwise flawless face and complexion, a cheek marred, and a chest that was supported under her robes with rebuilt skin and bone. So many things had fallen, laid waste inside and out. As men across the far shore fed off what little carrion or creature this place allowed for, she looked that them and saw herself. Scavenging for scraps of the force once more, tattered embers in heart and eyes.

 

[Syn]

[member="Sera Inkari"]

He moved around, silent and careful as the force reached out. Something that apeared across his sight before he slammed down from one fo the shacks and stood there. The jedi masters torso exposed to some fo the light where the dozens of tiny scars shown in the light. Against the pale skin and fine colored peach fuzz of hair, his armored robes and boots gleaming before he walked forward. Getting a chance to scent the air itself when his nostrils flared. He turned his head and the sash remained with the short hair, his ears twitching to the sound of something in the distance and there was the force energies reaching out to feel them all.

"What is here." He allowed his senses to continue to to reach out as he was marching through it, the sounds of crunching underfoot of his boots. The sabers on his belt gleamed. The quick silver of the master crafted hilts he had received from the artisan's of Sasori, the pulse of the lightside coming from them and his armored robes. The sensation of the lightside that was there, where he looked off towards the different ones who might have been left overs from one fo the various sith or darkside organizations out there. he had allowed himself to find them in the force to purge it as needed, a shadows work was never done and he couldn't stand the new crop of whiny petulant children shadows.

 

[Sera Inkari]

[member="Syn"]

Overhanging debris, the ruins of frigates, and perhaps even a cruiser lay scattered and well picked apart. Not recognizable perhaps for what they once were, now a shanty town of metal upon this large desert isle, with more parts broken down into smaller parts, and on the twisted metal lay. Well weathered now against the sands, framed by what little vegetation there was to have.

Isle of the watch. More like the isle of the Waiting. Her command to hold here kept their men contained, since her commanding officers throat had long since been cut by a desperate underling. He had been a foolish man in his arrogance but he’d had the foresight to retreat their fleet rather than be obliterated when Coruscant had fallen those years ago.

Men and women in civilian clothing moved about their so called homes, but none seemed to pay notice to Syn yet. If they did they weren’t letting word slip past their lips or acting on it, hardly expecting one stranger to walk among them. Yet eyes and spies were what they were created for. It meant none were at ease in these makeshift camps. Least of all Sera. Who could not know, that the very man who had met and saved her those decades ago on their ambiguous statement’s landing, now once again was about to cross her lifepath once more. Yet she and perhaps he were not the same as they once were either, would they recognize each other? Was this a future she had seen? Perhaps, but only a glimmer in this chaotic state.

Sera stood, compelled, drawn by something. A fight had broken out nearby. Two men wrestling over a dead bird, both wanting to feed their family and struggling for it. In their confusion, a boy ran past and snatched the cooked meat, scampering off before anyone could react, in his rush the boy brushed past Syn carrying his prize.

Sera, elegantly as she was able, picked her dusty robes upward and walked softly toward her attentions. That of the two men wrestling on the ground, over food which was no longer there. A metaphor for this entire camp, holding allegiance to an empire which was ash. Closer she crept, a saberstaff upon her hip, and as she approached, Syn might see she wore her dreamer robes. Burning bright despite their age and their condition. Her face might look similar as he remembered, but her aura was unmistakably Sith since her trainings by Keth's and the one Sith's hand.

 

[Syn]

[member="Sera Inkari"]

He could sense them and waited for a moment with a look on the jedi masters face. Where the two were fighting and a third a child passed him. He was uncertain about that or how he might be able to help in this case. Not all of them might be wicked and in need of being defeated or smited. He could elt some live if they were wanting to give up their ways. The jedi master then scented something, familiar that he had encountered before as he moved forward. Standing tall before the woman who was there now. Different then what she was before, older.... given what she was doing he doubted and questioned wiser but he knew you could learn a thing or two from the other side to help strengthen your resolve.

"YOu have changed padawan." He said it while standing there, tall, changed from before. He no longer wore full robes, he barely need much more then what he had on himself. The armlet on his one shoulder gleaming with the force while it protected him from the environment. The clasp of the belt he was wearing. The armored pants flowing itno his boots before he crossed his arms over his chest with his vision narrowing on her. He could sense everything around him but in the force he was seeing her. His blind eyes unable to see the outfit. "What has happened to corrupt you this way young one?" The jedi master allowed the force to spread out from him more like a weight to keep others away or in place.

 

[Sera Inkari]

[member="Syn"]

You have changed padawan.

Response came forth with drawing inward of poise and posture, Kintan’s priestess echoing her breeding and station as commander here by how she stood and looked toward Syn. Breath drew the stomach inward heavier than before with the loss of her lung. Expelling uncomfortable air as she felt outward. Sera’s senses were not sharp, but unfocused, her nature was the opposite of acute. Drifting around the man that had addressed her. She was calm, deadly calm in her certainty of the moment.

Because she recognized him, something familiar in currents of confusion. Keth’s certainty became now hers, when fear might have otherwise gripped. What she had taken from her dead Master was spoken to meet Syn, legacy and tradition, hers.

What has happened to corrupt you this way young one.

“The force chooses all our destiny.” She said somewhat curtly, a hanging resentment that he had called her young. Though she was to him, her feats and training had begun to claim her otherwise tactful demeanor, and give her a sense of her real power. She had after all saved the former emperors life with her visions, even if it had cost her lung.

Eyes flashing upward from her hanging robes, draped around her soft skin lay auburn locks that framed her cheekbones. “Non are corrupted. We are carried in its current.” Kintan’s speaker became the disassociation and distance she felt to all around her.

“Do you not feel its pull?” And so the student would try to tempt the Master. “All of us children of the same creation?” Sera’s voice flickered in tone. “We both drawn here and now.” She said politely, almost regally in her demeanor. Her words for all their polite philosophy held the shards of dead sith carried quite literally within her still.

"What draws you?" So her question hung,

 

[Syn]

[member="Sera Inkari"]

He was listening to her and when she asked he raised an eyebrow under the sash. Allowing a grin to come to his face and it was very much humorous to him. "The call of the darkside? It is always there,t he stronger a jedi grows the stronger its call is, the older you are, the more you learn. It wil always be there, it is a test of willpower and character that allows one to turn away from it. Many fail, even more just give in and do what they want." He said it and kept himself standing tall and proud. He was nearly nine hundred years old and had survived, fought and faced light and darksiders both. These ones who seemed to try and use the darkside mostly amused him if nothing else. The sith preferred politics to conflict, words to showing their strength and skill which is what they always did. While the jedi remained mostly the same aside from being just as political and trying to be other things. "I was brought here because where the darkside is, I make sure it doesn't last long."

 

[Sera Inkari]

[member="Syn"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPFun_DQgGY​

“All is the force. Our lightside calls to us too.” Any sith unaware of that was on a sure way to self destruction or falling to the lightside, her sith understanding had grown far since last they met. One of the few things keeping her grounded in its embrace. Sera folded her hands beneath her robes and watched Syn’s wake in their force closely. His gestures, what he did and did not do. Clues to the seer as to strands of possible futures, clouded and chaotic as they were in this uncertainty. She wanted to know what he'd do ahead of time, even the smallest glimpse would help her, and though it was her gift, it took all of her attention to do so, almost blanking out for a moment.

After a moment of silent contemplation. “Do you see the darkside here Master Jedi. How best will you remove it, from the men and women around you.” A small device was turned on and held in her palm, emitting a soft glow, harmless?, watchful, eyes open. A few of the militia had taken an interest, maybe five or six standing up and walking around to see what was going on. The two men fighting at their feet stopped struggling with each other in the dust and looked up. Nobody was armed yet, though they probably had a knife or sharp metal stick to hand if needs be, and probably a blaster if it came to it. They were civilians not soldiers. So clever and horrible had been this marriage of innocence and sith, man and duty to a cause that had left them in ruin. Their emotions were still running high.

Sera’s expression of Keth’s certainty was redoubled, crowning her smile with purpose. A developing personality trait since her Master’s death. Kintan’s seer folded her arms inward, her robes containing secrets, watchful. Believing in her force's purpose here, that perhaps it had finally come or that she would be shown shortly, and if he facing her was clever enough to realise her intent ahead of time.

 

[Syn]

[member="Sera Inkari"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CgJo1Ss3gck​

He could sense them around him and taking an interest as the jedi master stood there watching. "Oh child." he said it when listening to her and the ones coming around to take interest had the jedi master finally moving. His shoulders rolling backwards to loosen up and there was a glow. The lightside of the force channeling throughout his body as he let the energy spill outwards. The force energies that he was letting come out made his muscles tense, tightening under the skin until it was taunt with a small look appearing on his face. "YOu have no idea what you are stepping into. You came to the darkside, were corrupted by a child."

He waited there for one to come close and his hand came up, no sabers... just speed itself and he focused. Allowing the force to go through his hand and fingers to the tips. As it spilled outwards tapping the mans forehead when he came within range. He moved quickly and tapped him, gently on the forehead before the man fell down. A hibernation trance to calm and sooth him as the jedi master stood there. No harm needed to come to them and well he didn't plan on it as another came slashing with a blade. Quickly the jedi dodged it backing up and twisting his body to quickly stand behind him, arm extended towards his neck and movement keeping him behind.

"You see, you were mere corrupted, you joined it. I was born to it, I bathed in it, I lived it. FOr over one hundred and fifty years I slaughtered th servants of the lightside." He waited until another came and as he stabbed at him the jedi master backed away. Dodging quickly with force enhanced reflexes before he grabbed the mans wrist and smacked the blade with his other hand. Sending it flying into his hand before he twisted and threw it hilt first into the head of the second man he had been evading. Leting him crumple with a groan before he punched the other one in the jaw to knock him out. letting the force go into the blow.

"I reveled in it, did all that I could until one day there was nothing enjoyable. I grew bored... I grew tired of destruction." He stuck there as some more came, learning to not do the one on one approach when one of them spoke getting a look on his face. "Get down." The jedi master remained where he was and let the force resonate between his hands. "But I'm not your mother last night." He said itt o get a rise and suddenly they were coming in as he jumped up. Tucking his legs in and kicking out into the chest of one to send them both back, the man into the ground and the jedi master into a twist that let his boot connect with the jaw of another man to send him to the side.

Fist connecting with a third in the exchange while the fourth was launched into the air and backwards with the force smashing into his chest and legs. "So I changed, eventually finding a purpose in atonement and life. For those that can live long enough to see the damage the darkside will do, for those who plan to be strong enough to survive and not just go out in some false glory. It is a road filled with nothing, you will have no connection, no purpose left in the world. I remember you, I remember your friends, your family when you came and stood before me and the others. You have lost them and now yourself to this and it has already destroyed more of you then others could."

He stood there as one fo the others came at him with a pipe and the jedi master made no indication that he was going to move. Just stood his ground as the man swung at him and let it impact his chest and shoulder. THe force wrapping around him to lessen the impact and then just watching him before he just tilted his head letting the guy look at him. "Run. Now" There was a moment he was wondering if he was going to do it and his had thron the force into his voice to persaude him with all of the energies. Then the man was running and he spoke looking at Sera for a moment longer. "IN the end when the darkside claims you padawan. YOu won't experience the power of being connected to everything. You'll just fade to nothing."

 

[Sera Inkari]

Uncertainty for Sera Inkari was pure Terror. She had inherited her master’s certainty within the force. His history and legacy, her visions assured her actions. To be without certainty caused great fear from within her, as outside of herself she felt denied by her current Master, the force’s will, her justification for everything she’d ever done since being trained as a child.

Her plans had been for a reckless Jedi or rival Sith to come across her and kill these men and women, on camera, the camera she had in her hands. So they may recruit more to the cause. Now this. How calmly [member="Syn"] did what he needed to do, with no loss of life or unnecessary bloodshed. She listened, he was reaching her, demonstrating what it was to walk in its current. She had lost of herself, given freely, as she had needed to. He was righ… Enough, something inside of her bit back. The wolf. The Sith Sphere. Legacy. Purpose. Sith. Keth All of it over hundreds of years, she carried that part of Keth and it would not go easily into the night.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEf_xrgmuRI​

Resist. Keth’s legacy demanded from all he had trained. Sith pride overtook her. Another howl for the moon.​

Anger came from fear within her, she knew she was no match for their Force’s Master ahead of her. Resistance to change and the flow of her force caused Kintan’s seer to double forward with shock. Almost all of the other militia coming toward them backed off at Syn’s display of control and started to walk backwards or away. Only one or two of the braver and bigger ones stuck around, and they had picked up something more substantial than a pipe this time, but were very wary of getting involved.

Doubled over as she was, feeling her fear within her. Kiara Keth’s crystal within her chest demanded attention. “You win.” Sera’s voice was more cutting than usual, losing a measure of its tempered elegance and her formal training, her aching spirit inside. Still about winning and losing. Victory and defeat. Absolutes. Not friendship, or others, or anything but the force. She placed the camera down among the dusty metal and desert ground. Perhaps she could catch him off guard. Yes. His death would inspire them. Would pave her way back into their hearts and minds.

Only possessing one weapon. Surprise in her boldness. Her hanging form unfolded and leaped at [member="Syn"], amber saberstaff igniting in her hands. She was trained but no match for a Jedi Master. Spinning one end at his waist and then gripping the central hilt to bring her saberstaff’s other blade down toward his left leg. Her speed wasn’t there, the technique was okay, her form passable, the way she put her body overly much into the swing was reckless and reeked of an acolyte’s imperfection. Imperfection in what was an aggressive and dangerous weapon. Flowing robes, hair and amber weapon beginning to move in a display of fiery emotion, but was her boldness enough to surprise him at all?

“We are what we are.” She said for her benefit as much as his.

 

[Syn]

[member="Sera Inkari"]

She sprung at him, her blade activating as she seemed to be thinking about something and the jedi master maintained his stance. Seeing and sensing the ones who weren't leaving and had other weapons. He saw in the force how she was going for his legs and the armored robes radiated the lightside of the force the closer the darksider came. He stood once the blade impacted the leg section and it held. The force enhanced wintrium holding and protecting from a lightsaber blade easily compared to other materials. His waist was protected by the armored section kiriko had made him and the codpiece gleamed with the force enhanced duraplast.

"We are." He said it with some sadnes to his voice seeing how she was unable to really match him but he waited a moment later and backed away. His fotting changing before he stood in a crouch. "Stand you padawan." He said it and the ones who stayed were coming in closer but then he spoke allowing the force to exude from his body more as a pressure. To let them know who and what he was, Aleidis had taught him control, taught him how to make that pressure and presence smaller until it wouldn't stand out but here he let it loose as one fo them physically stopped. he could feel it in the force, even a minor connection he wasn't aware of.

THe other paused uneasy but unsure as well of what it was but they both started to back away before he was reaching out with the force to let the energies enclose them in a bubble. He looked at the padawan before stepping around. "Your form is sloppy padawan, your thoughts betray your actions. Emotions cloud your movements, if I wanted to simply kill you then it would be some simple enough but you deserve to understand, you deserve a chance to live so that you might find peace and see the error of your ways. We'll start with those thoughts in your mind, what your master showed you about the force." He said it with a smirk on his face ready to re-educate her.

 

[Sera Inkari]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5FoiMlZSxHM
Once more to the midnight Iris? [member="Syn"]​

Little impact on the Jedi Master. She had expected it. Knew it even. Saw his technique hold the others. Her force had told her, and told her that attacking was futile, but inside she wanted it, she wanted something in opposition to her force, and that drove her further into another defensive slash downward to move away. Conflicting to her teachings, he had reached her. Even as those beside her were bubbled into safety, or a sith would say submission, she resisted the command to halt.

“My Master” Sera laughed, as she drew down the weapon to have it crackle and draw across the metals and sands. “I am the force. It all we ever are. We cannot be ended.” Admitting that to herself spurred her on and replaced her fears. Giving more of herself, moving her saberstaff into minor orbits side to side, alternating. This technique was more confident, basic but steady. Difficult to pierce directly without making room first. She had never had a childhood except the order on Kintan, or formed an identity aside from it, this was her identity.

“Heritage. Legacy. Gives things permanence.” Smoothly her technique showed better form, keeping to the basics, as she recited Keth's rituals under her breath, what she had been taught. Sera embodied ritual, they ruled her life. Syn had been a test of her resolve, and faith.

“Faith.” Sera said strongly. “When we abandon our history we are nothing.” Now she got to the heart of her Master’s hold on her. She had found herself in Sith history and tradition, where before she was carried away on every single current that came into her. These words were given to Syn as rage took hold and moved into her technique, she used the weapon more defensively, moving her footing backwards to try and distract or intimidate him. Her blade hummed around in orbits, wanting him to strike at her. A lightshow, and to someone who was less skilled it might well have had an unnerving effect, but no immediate direct strike came toward Syn.

Eventually a thrust towards Syn's chest came out of it, but it was difficult perhaps to know when or where, as this was the core of her expressed in the style. A steady ritual of saber movements and an eventual lunge toward her target, as the sith teachings within her lashed out.

“There is a place. Where all doubt goes away. And you can see it within yourself. Everything.” The midnight iris, she saw where all of this had started. A nexus, a darkness that had taught the sith sphere, which had taught Raien Keth, which had taught Sera Inkari. She knew where she had to go. "Do you want to see?" A Sith smile formed across her lips. "All that darkness that could be cleansed." Could he resist the allure? Would he go with her to where it all started? Either way she was running out of breath to keep pace, one lung made longer exertions more difficult, without training in how to conserve her breath.

 

[Syn]

[member="Sera Inkari"]

He was moving with her movements, where her blade was spinning. He could maintain his own movement before going around and foreard. Coming in and out quickly instead of just standing there as he focused the force into his palms that swirled with blue white energy. The tutaminis was there, her words coming to him as he listened and wondered what she was getting at before he had a grin on his face. "Is that what you think padawan? That I may have turned away from the past. No you see I have lived it, I have fought, loved and done many things. I was made a monster and I have remained that, I just found more purpose."

She lunged at him, her blade going towards his chest and he focused the force energies, blue white energy going from his hands along the length of his arms, his torso and as he stood still. He felt the blade pierce his skin, the flesh burning before he was wrapping it in force energy. To both sap at the energy, revitalize himself and he was dissipating it. Intently focused on it as he altered the damage of the blade. His gaze going down to meet hers while he spoke and moved forward with the blade going into his chest. The flare of power before he ground his teeth. "Does it make you feel better? To se your teachings bring you this?"

He turned his head and was speaking about it but held a small grin. He suppressed it while waiting there and could feel some discomfort but he wouldn't show it. He would and was working to absorb the power fo the blade to keep repairing the wound and mitigate the damage going to his chest. "I was a sith, I killed babies while their mothers watched, I turned cities to ash... I even when the mood struck me ripped the force essence from little girls and from now until the end of time when the star burn out. MOst will never know why, I corrupted jedi, I broke fellow sith and I did it with a song on my lips."

He was listening to her trying to tempt him, to lure him back to the darkside and it would be so simple but there was a problem wit that, it wasn't like so many of the others, He didn't join sides because he had amnesia, he didn't change what he did because there was a flavor of the week or month. He was fully aware of what he was and everything that he had done. He watched her. "Did you ever notice how in the history books, whenever the jedi needed to punish someone, or make an example, or whenever someone needed to die, They sent a jedi shadow? Did you ever wonder what a creature like that must be like? A whole existence spent serving the lightside, but always with one hand dipped in blood. Would you ever really want to see a shadow?"

He was curious about it and wanted to see what she might be having to deal with her. He was pulling at the energy more and now allowing his voice to return to the commanding tone it was and could be. She seemed to lose control when he made her uncertain and that was something big he could see. Eat away at her skills before she kept it up. "So certain though that you walk the path of the righteous but you fail to realize that chaos where the darkside dwells it isn't lakes of burning oil, chains of ice. It ins't where heroes go or where you will learn the secrets of the force. It is being removed from the power of the force, from having all of your senses severed padawan... and you are damning yourself to that path."

He stopped short of her and looked at the blade still in his chest. "Your skills are there but you are tired, one lung is hard to keep up with someone else, your power is unrefined, raw and something that might have once been special but you have allowed it to atrophi and decay in your solitude with this. THe darkside has corrupted you, taken a toll that your body can't continue to pay and yet you will still try and serve it, still try to serve the will of a master who is not here. Some jedi join the darkside because it has shown them to much of what they want. THey are seduced, I wonder though if one besides you has joined because it offered so little at the price."

Before she could continue he spoke with a hand coming up towards the saber's hilt to mostly try and grab it and then crush it to deactivate and disable her saber. "Other sith have made this war because they hate. The force has put the jedi within its grace and pushed them aside. They're desperate. They've never been able to conquer the galaxy for a sustainable period of time, and so this war has remained in stalemate for thousands of years. And while this state of affairs endures no one jedi or sith will ever know what peace there can be within the force. What surety of purpose there can be."

 

[Sera Inkari]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CXGVAKiC894
[member="Syn"]​

Syn was showing her certainty, while showing her own uncertainty. Power. Inside a storm. She had always been drawn to power, to hold steady against strands of futures passing through her mind every waking minute of every day. It would drive most insane and had taken its toll on her naturally. The priestess no longer resisted Syn teaching her. Instructing her. Sera looked at him, her weapon had done nothing. She marveled at how he was so certain facing the wound she had inflicted. "Surety", yes she longed for that. Sera was going with what he said, he might even see her smile for a brief moment. A strange smile given she’d just put her weapon into him, but the unexpected could do that. "Help me." She said sincerely, looking into his eyes, but their battle began now.

“The price.” Sera said drawn back out of her current into another. "There is more."

She stepped back a half pace, weapon disabled from her grasp, by what she began to realise was what she sought. A shadow. A shadow inside of their turning current, was always a shadow, Syn remained. So she showed a place of shadow, to the shadow, to see how shadow responded to itself.

“I can’t tell you. I can only show you how it endures” Her voice was steady.

Again beneath the robes she reached, and held a single coin of the Sith Sphere. A Valarith Coin. Closing her eyes and moving into her visions. To the aware there was almost a wake in their force, subtly like a window where her senses reached outward from here. Physically visible but completely unaware of Syn, this place, vulnerable and absent in their force. Sera disappeared almost fading to black against black, against black. Dangerous to be interrupted, it dangerous for him to simply snap her out of it, even though he could see her, she wasn’t consciously here.

What she did do was bring their Sith Sphere’s memories outward. Flowing like current. Millennia’s of the Sith Sphere’s golden history overwhelming. Keth’s adventures in it being only a faction of what that coin in Sera’s hand held. The coin was a shattered part of that same sentient hull, cut up and seeded into places to taint them over time by moulding their currency to be as Keth had wanted them to develop. For their transactions, barters and society to be symbolically based on ancient Sith design. Even on this fragment’s long voyages it had been taught the ways of the darkside by the Midnight Iris. A black nebular with a core of nothing. Nothing was there. Not an idea, not a color, not a sensation, not something Syn could label, look at or view. It was impossible to understand nothing, and that is where the darkside had caught them all in looking for an answer.

Keth, and The ancient Sith Sphere, for both the Iris Nebular had a draw, and the longer you looked, the longer you wondered, and the more the unanswerable question was there in your mind. Just a feeling to draw you closer. Sera was completely channeling that question and feeling to Syn now, and offering her visions to Syn as a Seer might tell of possible futures. She saw herself in a ship being swallowed by it. She tried to show Syn being swallowed completely in a stand of a possible future. She tried to show of others visiting and the same happening. Countless others repeated, because this point in time had her focus, so all possibilities were contained within it, it was consuming all her visions. For a moment Syn might see what Sera battled with daily. That there was no way she knew to simply resist the question now for her, only go inward and out the other side, or so she thought.

That need for the mind to answer what was impossible to know. Consciously everyone laughed at it. Nothing who cares about nothing. But subconsciously the mind had to know the unknown. That was the hook and trap. Keth had dismissed it consciously as nothing, but he had to know the unknown and eventually it was too late, he’d gone too far. Sera was close, she hadn’t actually been yet, but she felt drawn there. So close she was and now closer from this experience.

The unknown. Keth was laughing at Syn. Laughing at Sera. From somewhere. His gritty, rebuilt laugh, so sure and so certain of himself. The knot of her visions twisted around Sera and the coin burned in her hand, she screamed as her flesh was seared and the coin began burning its way into her. "His hold will never end," or so Sera believed.

 

[Syn]

[member="Sera Inkari"]

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He was watching her in the force as she moved and pulled something out. Showing him visions and he didn't need to know though when she revealed the visions.... "And what is that padawan the key to dreams...to some black miracle, dark wonders, another life of unknown possibilities?" He was curious but remained there as her weapon was gone. Accelerating his bodies healing factor to the wound before she seemed to be lost in the vision and he moved behind her. Standing while he moved his mind to share the vision. He could see it, he couldn't make sense of it like others might his mind didn't understand the concepts of the images but he knew that hollowness.

I see... the thought was in his head though while the jedi master remained there, not having to touching her but this bridge she had made within their minds served a purpose to go both ways and he was able to show her. Looking at the center of nothing served a purpose, looking at the plans of another served a purpose but there was more. The galaxy was large, larger then most understood in terms of sheer size. He let her see what he saw when he looked up, feel what he felt when he expanded his senses out. The force vibrated practically as a light against the darknes. Worlds across the skies, entire sections of it giving the sense of life.

"It is easy to claim nothingness is there, to return to it when you blind yourself. There are tens of millions of worlds out there, billions of species that haven't even been seen or met yet, places where the darkside and the lightside run strong in the universe. Galaxies full of wonder that can fill the senses, that can satiate een the most apt explorer. Sights, feelings anything that will fill your wants. Both exotic and grotesque, one only has to look at it and yes across the universe there will always be the nothing, the void where life doesn't touch, where the light of the force it but it creates a balance within itself."

The jedi master stood there for a moment longer an he could feel her still in the trance as he moved his hand tentatively to her shoulder and crossing over her sternum to make the bridge she had created using her weapon a little stronger and he could share the vision with her to wake her up from it. her hands were hurt, he poured lightside energy from himself to her to her hands while his palm radiated the warmth. He poured it from his core, from his chest towards her back to heal her and could feel where she was injured. "Your old master was sinister in a way, he narrowed your focus, made you only able to see what he wanted you to see."

He motioned with the force for the coin and could focus on it. "THe first step to finding yourself, to returning and being able to understand all that you have missed. Is to release the hold the past has on you. Focus the force on the coin, don't touch it but focus and see it, see the webs of energy that radiate off of it, follow them to the center of the coin and see that it isn't perfect. It is greatly flawed, it is corruption and has held sway over you guiding your actions. Manipulating your thoughts, your feeling padawan. It has been used to maintain control over you from wherever your old master is, your thoughts and actions could almost not be your own."

 

[Sera Inkari]

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Syn was more a Jedi Master right now than Sera Inkari had ever met. She had learned much from many different Masters over her time, moving from current to current where her force had called her. Syn wasn’t telling her how life was and to think like him. He was looking at her world or view and then guiding her. In this case her perception of what the history of everything to this point had meant and what it would mean to her future. The price her lifepath had paid to be who she was.

Future. Pain of her future burned in her hand. Syn soothed and healed as he spoke, burned pain washing away. Like so many of Keth’s disciples they carried his mark, and now her hand as well as face carried fragments of her history and future. Sera closed her sea blue eyes and nodded gently as Syn held her hands, allowing that moment of togetherness between them to fill her. Togetherness that was unknown to her until now. Peaceful. There was peace there and even happiness.

Unknown... and then uncertainty. Pain was buried beneath her poise and carried as was her station in life, not to be shown. Uncertainty flickered beneath her chest and was met with fear. This display had been a weakness within her that was now closed. An acolyte’s stupidity. Sith teachings remained within her, strength, weakness, what to show and what to hide. Absolutes about what was and was not.

Until he spoke of letting go of the past, “Yes.” and there was conflict inside of herself once more. Her desire to be their force’s future, was anchored by Keth’s past. She went within the coin in her hands, hands held by his for surety. They trembled but held to the metal. Closing her eyes and breathing into its current and what their future held. Seen like echoes from the past. “Trapped. Scared. Uncertain of its fate, shattered.” Shattered fear, not whole. The hull of the ship their coin came from was shattered. Like her Master had been to a hundred pieces.

“A cycle.” Her body rocked and her hands came apart. Dropping their coin to the earth below, where it glowed for a time and formed a small footsized hole in the earth below them. “Do we all shatter and end?” Sera asked Syn. “Is there nothing but dust.” For the first time perhaps since she had stepped off that transport, she was vulnerable, there was vulnerability expressed in how she looked, what she said and how she wanted to reach out to something or someone. There was a child beneath all that ritual and exterior as there was somewhere in everyone, but rarely did it show in them, until right now.

About then the battle far above the planet began to rage. Stardestroyer met stardestroyer and two One Sith fleets collided, remnants of a remnant turning to ash.

"I must gather something, do you have a ship?"

 

[Syn]

[member="Sera Inkari"]

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He felt something from her, this padawan was lost, had been lost and now she was maybe finding a way to come home again as the battle overhead raged on. Presenting the jedi master with a unique perspective while he was moving now. Going forward with any intentions would require them to be somewhere else that there might not be a chance of falling debris. He was listening to her speaking about it and he was thinking of what his master had told him in this case, what he had learned about from the sith, the jedi and those who wanted to be in between. "We all break and shatter in different ways padawan."

He was moving now, disentangling himself and leading the way back towards his ship as he moved for her to be supported if she needed it on his arm and shoulder. Easier to walk that way while wrapping an arm over her shoulders and taking a moment to crackle ionized white energy to the recording device she had on the ground. The buzzing going away from his senses for now before he continued to speak. "Take two bottles, break them in exactly the same way and see what happens. One will crumble, be ground into dust and the other. The other will become sharp, will become a weapon that can be used to attack or defend.."

He ws leading the way and continuing to give the force energies to her, to heal her hands and move up to her face. He moved a hand as he stopped and there was a moment of tingling sensation in the back of his head. As the ship spoke to him, presented itself to him and was slowly imprinting to the jeid master himself with a personality. The Meditation ship appeared, coming out of the illusion he had put over the surface of it. Radiating the lightside of the force as the energies went throughout it and a small door opened to admit the pair of them.

"Come inside." He said it offering a small smile though before he walked up the ramp of the ship letting the feeling of being in it come over him and wash away as he pressed the illusion, allowing the hull of the ship to shift and blend in with what was around them. THey were heading up and away from the planet before he entered a central chamber of the ship. Where others could stand around and the automated crew presented for all of them plenty of things they might be able to do here. He was leading her towards a lounge area, built into the interior while the ship was flying and a voice came from all around. Resonating and rumbling with the lights.

"Is everything okay Master?" The voice was deep but somehow soft, resonating around the room before the jedi master stood there. Reaching out with the force and he could see it, the chamber and ship working like a massive resonance chamber causing his force sight to expand outwards. They were guiding it through the star destroyers above the world. He was letting them go through it as he spoke. "Alema, move us away, get us clear of the planet." The voice came again to confirm, to move them as the ship itself was shifting and he could feel the energy of maintaining the force illusion around the ship. If they could sense with the force it would be easy to find but to sensors... it was invisible.

"We are moving clear master." The sound was there and Syn stood as they jumped to hyperspace, the aing-tii drive was there allowing them to go to hyperspace and then beyond while it was taking them someplace else. All fo the systems showing him where he needed to go with the force until they were clear... he turned to look at her while standing there. He looked towards Seras and spoke. "This is Alema, my ship as it were and Alema this is padawan Seras." He said it plainly and offered his hand to her. "There isn't much to the ship but there is quarters that can be used if you are tired." He stood there allowing the force to radiated off of him while connecting with the ship when it traveled.

 

[Sera Inkari]

[member="Syn"]

Dipping her hand to slide and reclaiming their coin, she folded it under her robes out of sight. Momentary relief from turmoil had come. Was this weakness. It felt like weakness. We all break and shatter in different ways. The Master said to her as he helped along, for a time Sera went with him, holding, and then eventually started to walk more on her own. Keeping alongside him, Kintan’s priestess would show no more weakness. Whatever her future was to come. She felt his healing energies repairing damage tissue old injuries and she allowed… allowed, felt peace, but she resisted, a trait of her Master to carry old wounds.

Discounting Keth and their long dead. Being burned and crushed alive defending one Sith temple, then shot through the lung defending her emperor in another had hardened her greatly through times of war. Part of her resisted and part of her listened. Anyone could have walked out to meet her, anyone at all, and this would have all been different. Syn was here, he had been the one. Her force was speaking to her through him, and she must acknowledge that, as she always had. To go with what came to her.

Come inside. Feeling meditative energies of his ship, and alongside his touch met with fear. Uncertainty still reigned within her. Seated inside her like a throne. Silence from Kintan’s priestess, she said little, only reacted to glance around as his ship spoke softly. Her own meditation sphere’s hull fragment was silent in her pocket. Two meditation ships, one in pieces, the other awash with energy of the Jedi. A strange collection of energies and possible futures they all made.

“Alema.” Her voice offered lightly. Sera closed her eyes and tried to see what was to come. But for the first time in a very long time she didn’t see anything. Not one strand. Was it their ship? Was it Syn? Was it her? She tensed and released. Their robed priestess calmly turned toward the Jedi Master and placed a hand against his arm, “I need that rest.”

What came next. She had no idea. She could not thank him, because she could not see what was to come. Was this the end of her? As for her hidden relic in her pocket. That had its own ideas. She turned at the corner of quarters he had offered, and looked back. Auburn hair seemingly brighter than before he had come, less worn and battered. “Thank you,” looking downward Sera walked inside. Their was much for her to decide, but first came a test.

Fin for Sera.

 

[Syn]

[member="Sera Inkari"]

They entered and he was observing her while she waited there, the force shifting and going around her... and what she had retrieved. A small moment of surprise played but he quickly shut down that he observed it. Instead remaining there until she said she wanted to rest. He waited for a time, taking her towards the general quarters of the ship, simple looking but with the modular bedding that was designed for the room. He let her go into the room and there was the small door to the shower, another to a fresher, an alcove with clothing, small bays where food was being grown qand tended to by small droids. The jedi master placed his palm on the wall activating the lighting.

THe soft glow from the fireglass came, no flame but it was made to radiate warmth and cast the room in its silvery grey glory. A smaller area for sitting with a table that could be used for eating, lounging and accessing the holonet when they were connected. A pulse of the lightside from the inth metal of the bedding that revealed to be an adaptive gel foam so it would perfectly contour to your body and give you comfort. The flooring covered in nothing as some fo the small droids roamed around like modified mse droids repairing and maintaining the ship. "It is not much but it will have everything you need the converter recycles your food, water and oxygen."

He waited to see what she might say but she was tired and he backed out of the room letting the door close in front of him. THen he was walking away down the hall. "Alema, if she needs anything alert me." There was a moment of pause and then the voice was coming out softer. "Understood master, you did catch it right? She brought something onboard, I can feel it on her persons." He had and he spoke. "I sensed it, while she has taken the first steps she is not yet ready to fully leave her past and look towards the future. JUst contain it as needed and use the resin if need be." He got a blinking of the lights in his area as confirmation with the resonating feeling fo the force.

He was moving and went to the small medical bay, sitting there while the auto doc droid and biot doctor were working to check his chest wound. "You know it amazes me how much damage you have taken... THis should have killed you but the wound is nearly fully healed just a larger mass of scar tissue." He looked at them while they were heading through hyperspace towards the unknown and his connection with the ship was important As was the beings within it. THese might have been droids and biots but there were his crew when he didn't have padawans or students on the ship... and he could only hold so many conversations with the disembodied voice.

"Well it is the price we pay, padawan Sera if she returns to the light will have been worth it." He got a frown and could feel some fo the disapproval. "And should she decide to return to the darkside?" He thought about it and while he would normally crush such a thing he could at least give her a headstart before chasing her down. "She'll have a headstart." He shrugged before looking at some fo the things they had here. On the ship with the force he could feel every nook and cranny from the holds to the bays with food being grown. There was even the compartments holding equipment that was rare and hard to find.

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