Can You See All The Things I've Seen?

[Lief]

Waking up to this newfound reality, Llevi could not help but feel as though she had lost some part of herself. She spent each day going through the same motions, yet never once stopped to question why. Nor did she really know what it was she was working toward. Certainly not her own future, that was for sure.

Still no sign of the Spider who had brought her here, or the green-skinned man who had shown her the void. Once again she was alone on a world that was so foreign to her, in a place that held more danger than even Thirty Two, shrouded with deception, among men and women who looked at her with a predatory gaze. She knew that if they had the opportunity they would end her, just as the beasts of old had sought to do.

Somehow she had lasted four weeks. Four long and arduous weeks since she was grabbed from the stars. Yet it felt like an eternity. Thirty Two was another life ago, a hazy dream that had mostly been forgotten with the sunrise. But her present situation did not feel entirely real either. As though she were merely floating over herself, watching as a stranger might from afar, no connection to her body and the actions it took to stay alive.

Her trials had been vigorous.

They wanted to beat her down, to make her comply, to remove what little knowledge she had garnered and replace it with their own. Not that it was so hard a task with one so ignorant as she. But she hadn't exactly taken it onboard the way they thought she had. Sure, she could nod at the right time, recite back to them whatever it was they wanted to hear, but she still remained aloof.

This place held nothing for her. Their words meant little. The only time she had truly felt alive since coming here was with the green-skin. And that hadn't lasted very long.

Now she sat on the steps of the Academy, watching the dawn of a new day. Most were eating their fill, preparing for the day ahead, but for Llevana today felt different. She did not want to simply walk through the same old motions, she did not want to spend the day separated from her body. She wanted to feel. Like she had with adrenaline coursing through her veins back on Thirty Two.

She wanted to feel something. Anything. To realize that she was alive, that she hadn't died back on the beach. That everything which happened since had not been some dream brought about by her death.

And as she sat there, staring at the sunstreaked horizon, she realized that change most definitely was afoot. For down through the sky shot a streak of pure, brilliant light, a reminder of what she had left behind.

The stars, it seemed, were falling again.

 

[NightSister]

Her vessel sliced through the familiar darkness of space as she sat at its front, hands dancing across the control deck in an effort to fly her back to Maena. Loyalties to the Primeval had sent her to Lorrd for a day or two in what had turned out to be a very interesting knowledge hunt, but she had things to attend to on the volcanic planet she called home.

As was all too typical of her, Aria's head was in the cloud.

The last few months her life had been constant only in its state of change, and oddly, she was fine with that. Change to her meant uncertainty, but in that respect the past months had been good to her. She was maybe nostalgic for her days of aimlessness, the days of training in the snow on Khar Shian and simply letting herself go, but she needed direction and she had found it. First in training under Matsu, which she did find an incredibly intriguing time to say the least - although she'd been promised a sacrifice of some sort before her training could be complete, and her form of twisted anticipation only grew as time went by. Would she lose a limb? Memories? She knew the Sith Lord as a mentalist, and a powerful one. An overthinker by nature, Aria could think of a lot of possibilities.

Still, that at least she could ignore by telling herself she'd survive it. Aria was very uncertain of a lot of things, but she was confident by now of her ability to survive. The rest was a gamble, but one she'd take.

Then there was the Primeval, of course. She was only recently one of them, but she was eager to stick around for reasons she hadn't expected. There was the promised omnipotence, and that certainly helped, but their fascination with the ethereal and otherwordly had gripped her with surprising strength and now Aria had found herself more invested in them than had been her intention. A longing for an order to fight for underlined it, but she'd not picked up on that bit yet.

Her train of thought stopped at otherwordly, though. An asteroid just where she could see it had been the first thing to catch her attention and disrupt her reverie and the jolt of the starship had been the second. By then, keeping the craft airborne had her full focus but by then she was spiralling downwards.

Chit.

She blinked herself back into the world and stared at the sky, hair half-obscuring her vision. Where was she? Was she injured? Could she stand? She felt somewhat shaky and blood was pounding in her head, but she didn't feel anything that would immediately kill her. Wary, she got to her feet - oh, her arm was sprained - and looked around.

Might be a good idea to find someone, she reasoned. There was a building not far away, and she was fairly certain she could still walk.

[member="Llevana Helas"]​