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The waves of Quinns words crashed against deaf ears, Felix would feel himself slip into the emotional numbness that continued to consume him. The world surrounding him amalgamated into a trifecta of emotional heartache, tragic loss and physical pain with himself at the center of the venn diagram. Quin shouted towards Mori, defiant, desperate and delusional. There were some battles you couldn't win, there were some battles that stubbornness just made worse. This... seemed to be one of them, for more reasons than one.
Felix's hand wrapped around her wrist loosely, equal parts comfort and precaution to ensure that she wouldn't go running off into the crimson beam which was already in the process of erasing the evidence of this entire encounter. Thousands of souls eradicated screaming as the nightmare seemed to be drawing to a close. A dramatic end to a prelude which was no doubt simply the opening act of something greater.
Mori would take her leave, the method she would employ to leave the planet as mysterious as her motivations to leave her humanity behind, though, Felix could sense that Quinn had gotten through to her on some level. No reaction was a reaction after all, her words had, at the very least made the Sith Creature fall silent as they took their leave, a feat that seemed difficult upon his arrival. But who was he to comment? After a final exchange, Felix watched as Quinn turned his way, evading his gaze... probably for the best as she wrapped her arms around him, burying herself in his frame. After she spoke, Felix would respond with a resolute,
"Okay." Giving in to her demands now that she had tried all that she could.
Without a care to his condition, he would curl his broken arm around her, the numb fragments of his hand splitting into cracks as it would move, The fact he couldn't feel it gave proof to life within the limb, but a dangerous realization of the sheer sum of damage done to his nerves. Felix wouldn't think twice about the injury as in a single swift motion he would move to lift and Carry Quinn to the waiting shuttle, moving past the shouting pilot team and taking a seat as the engines would roar, still drowned out by the planet as it let out its death throes as he would keep her close by, running his good hand through her hair absently.
From the passenger area Felix could overhear the coms give word that enemy ships were retreating, the fact that communications were leaping back to life meant that some of the ships that were jamming their signals had been destroyed enough from entering an atmosphere without shielding to destabilize the signal, or that they had simply fled the battlefield. Grabbing a hold of his own communications device, pulling it to his lips he would speak, reaching out for one last possible ray of hope that may give today some, or any meaning...
"Commander, did you find him?"
There was silence for a moment, Felix would repeat;
"Commander?" To hear the shortwave channel roar to life, an answer coming through, grainy... obvious interference as the shuttle was making its way quickly for Rhands inner atmosphere.
"
Uh, yeah, we found him... and a couple of others... but we got trapped in the underground under Port Sorrow. What's going on up there?" The reply came, labored breathing between the bursts of speech likely signaled pain or exhaustion of some kind.
The knot in Felix's stomach tightened, something bad had happened, his grey bloodshot eyes twisting once again into red, as pure unfettered hatred for the days events would begin to pour from whatever feeling he had left. Doing all that he could to keep his composure, bringing the communicator to his lips again he would hesitate for a moment, sure in what he needed to say... But unsure if he wanted to hear the consequence.
"Put him on..." He decided, from his brother he could get more information, locations, something to give Felix an idea to stage their rescue.
An affirmation, then the voice of a young boy, no older than fourteen would be heard over the radio.
"Felix? Is that you?" The voice was shaky, scared, likely hurt but elated to hear the voice of his brother who could feel the communication device's shell beginning to crack under the weight of his grip. Felix taking another breath, swallowing his emotions down would answer.
"Yeah, of course it's me, I'm coming to get you, so you hold on tight, ok?" Dark-sight would activate involuntarily, looking for a future in which he would be able to save his brother. Only to face the inescapable pain of the shuttle and everyone within it being consumed by the world-ending plasma. Again and again he would ask a question to the innate ability fueled by his emotions. Slightly different takes on possible futures raining past his vision in fleeting phantasms as he sat... Only to find nothing. Felix had came face to face with an unstoppable certainty, and only now did his tears start rolling down his cheeks and his hands begin to shake.
"I'm so sorry..." A intentional double entente.
"It's ok... I...- "
Without another word the line went dead, leaving a crackling void where the childs words once were. As the super-laser consumed Port Sorrow, the city caved into a sinkhole, the surrounding explosion spreading across the surface of the planet as they flew to safety. A sound of cracking plastic as Felix all but crushed the Radio in his hand. What had he done wrong? How could he have done anything any different? The Rylothians' mind began replaying the entire battle over and over again in his head, every choice he made, every action he took but all resulting in him being stranded without a ship as a storm of Turbolaser fire showered them from above.
His grip on Quinn tightened just that little bit more. Saying nothing as the Shuttle would direct them towards one of the huge capitol ships that hung imperiously in the skies, fighting off the last fleeting remnants of the Maw, all while the beat a hasty retreat. He wasn't sure which of the grand ships he was moving towards, and frankly, he didn't care. The toll of using his powers in the force had caught up with him, the world was beginning to blur in and out of focus as the combination of fatigue and trauma began to take hold.
"I'm Sorry..."
He'd repeat, tearing his mind from his own events and moving simply to focus on the individual stands of hair on Quinns head as he would run fingers over them, tracing patterns to simply watch how they parted.
And for now... that was enough.
Zachariel Steelblood
