This was the closest Mythos would ever get to life as a farmer, what was destroyed because of the storm Mythos slowly but surely began to rebuild. Several of his own men from his company Magnus Architecture and Munitions were here, few numbers, mainly to crunch numbers and dilute samples of nutrients. From the ship of the FO to Mythos there was a path of electronic devices meant for irrigation and the pumping of nutrients into the crops that were now fully immersed in a hydroponic system. The trail had been built a very long time ago and one plant stood in a stone at it's entrance,a plant meticulously and cared for by the Sith Lord himself; One of the last surviving
Nom Nom bonsai trees.
Mythos lost himself in his work and the love of his heart, [member="Mara Rockwell"] was probably still drinking fine wine and doing whatever it is slicers did. Mythos expected visitors but he was not paying attention, the garden, it was like a spell had come over him. Through the weeks he had been here his sanity had taken a bit of a hit here and there, he spoke to himself sometimes, he spoke to his son and soldiers... the ones who died here.
Sometimes he would forget that the stairs had been destroyed, sometimes he could see them exactly as they had been once. It was not the first time Mythos had been in a nexus this powerful but it was the first time he was allowed inside Jar'Kai in a very long time, this Nexus was personal to him and it affected him in such a way.
The crop was done, the first crop at least, an experimental strain created here in Jar'Kai using fruits and proteins native to this very planet. As the flower grew Mythos knelt down to examine it, his eyes scanning the intricate hairs and follicles that the strain had. He smiled to himself noticing that it was Unique, different from any strain he had created, it was no longer a purple flower... It was red as blood. It was easy to harvest, he had a small device that would dry the herb artificially and break the same. With the small pieces of it in hand Mythos stuffed it into his whitewood pipe made from the wood found in Midvinter.
The Sith Lord was content with his creation, so far it looked like a success yet he had a theory. If this was a new strain then it's powers and effects would be different from the strains he had smoked and ingested before, to put it mildly, he had no idea what it would do. He trusted the work of his own hands, he sighed and placed the pipe upon his lips and walked through the path carved by Atrisian lords thousands of years ago. The fire ignited the herb and the pinkish red smoke filled his nose and lungs.
As soon as he exhaled his vision became altered, he felt different, he saw things differently. He scowled, narrowed his eyes at the strange sensation before taking another deep drag of the pipe and letting the smoke go from his lungs this time a little later. As the smoke left he could feel the tingling sensation around his body, he began to sweat while in a mild temperature, he began to see things that were not there...
His senses were heightened to an incredible degree but the drawback was clear to him, he was hallucinating slightly. He could see things and recognize them for what they were but colors, shapes and images had a play in them that was unfamiliar to him. He smiled and continued his nature walk, taking notes in his datapad of everything that he felt as to document it.
"My Lord Mythos The First Order has arrived to see you, half a click in your current direction." Anok-eh said through his holo-transmitter, his Anubian right hand commander overseeing the crops of the north sector.
"I am on my way, I believe the crop is a success"
The walk was uneventful in one way as the creatures and predators of Jar'Kai feared him, obeyed him and followed him when he commanded. In another way the walk was strange for the Sith Lord. He began to see those things that he was before with only the nexus, now it was heightened to an extreme level. He was seeing the One Sith flag raised over his palace, his men, his son and the people of Atrisia. His daughter Kida, his apprentice [member="Rapax"] teaching her the ways of the hunt. The mighty
Jar'Kai royal guard still guarding his temple... their spirits never put to rest.
Mythos was fully aware that this was indeed a hallucination, he was testing this new herb for it's qualities and was in full control of his euphoric state.... That is until he saw with his own very eyes the figure of [member="Lucius Draugh"] flanked by soldiers of the First Order.
Most would not understand Mythos' reaction as he stepped closer and closer to the young Sith Acolyte, a teenager just like the age of his son but that was not the reason Mythos' jaw dropped. His face, his height, his hair... he looked just like [member="Adas James Malgus"], the deceased son of Mythos and last King of Atrisia.
"Adas...?" He said, an eyebrow raising. It was impossible, he knew it, he felt his boy die here in Jar'Kai, It was not possible, yet through the physical similarities between his son and Lucius and the herb's powers Mythos was seeing his only son that he lost in these windowing fields.
He walked forward without fear and stood before the group with a perplexed look on his face, he attempted to beat back the single tear on his left eye but it was impossible. His emotions in this moment were so strong that even the nexus could not hide them from the acolyte, pain, sorrow and loss brought from love and realization that this wasn't real...
Mythos closed his eyes and pinched his nose hard, focusing on the dark side of the force to clear his emotions of weakness and replace them with hate. When he opened his eyes again he could see the young acolyte, physically similar to his son but no longer the exact same. He let go a long sharp breath and gave him a half smirk.
"My apologies, I mistook you for someone i knew" He said, the feelings of sorrow and pain undetectable in his tone.
"I am Lord Mythos of the Sith Empire." He said, bowing a short but very accurate Atrisian bow to the teenager out of respect and to remind himself and the boy that he was a guest.
