Public Celebration of the Six Moons

[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: Ran Serys Darth Virelia​

"Life goes on." Jonyna said simply. "The Order that villianized you is gone. The Alliance is gone. Whatever wronged you, doesn't exist anymore. Let the grudges of the past die."

To Jonyna, there was no point in Dark vs Light. There was only the eternal fight, the one that was so, so obvious to her. Good vs Evil. She was sick of arguing with people about what that meant.

Tyranny, injustice, oppression.

"I'm focused on the future. Fighting the Imperials, the Black Sun, The Sith. Who do you want to free from their chains, Virelia?"

 

[Darth Virelia]

"Who are we, when the light is snuffed out?"

OOC NOTE - sorry for the delay XD, will get back to Hava'ssi Crow 's private message later, otherwise enjoy!

Tags - Zylon Wex Ran Serys Jonyna Si Aiden Porte Hava'ssi Crow Hubert Starhopper

She let the breath escape her with deliberate restraint, the sound disappearing beneath the hum of celebration around them. Ran's refusal did not wound her; it merely confirmed what she already knew. People always turned away from their consequences. It was easier to praise renewal than to face the ruins left behind.

Virelia did not expect Ran Serys to possess that kind of strength. Few did.

Aiden most definitely did, for him, Virelia gave a simple, respectful nod. He was one of the few people in the galaxy that commanded the Tyrant Queen's respect. A very hard earned trophy indeed.

She pushed off the post with a slow, controlled motion, the obsidian plates of her armor shifting with quiet authority. A trace of dust clung to one gauntlet; she brushed it away with the same care one reserved for relics or weapons. Six violet eyes narrowed—not in anger, but in calculation. In the space between blinks she mapped every angle of potential threat: where an ambush could come from, who carried hidden weapons, how quickly she could turn the ground itself against them if she had to. Even stripped of the Force, she remained a creature of survival. A creature refined by it.

Only once she was certain—of herself, of the field, of the choices she might soon make—did she speak.

"Master Serys."

The vox-filter softened the word, turning it strangely intimate. But when her hands rose toward the helmet seals, the intimacy became something far more dangerous. A faint hiss of depressurization cracked the silence between the group. Locking rings disengaged. Armor plates shifted.

Then the mask came free.

Serina Calis looked unchanged—blonde hair falling in pristine strands, cool blue eyes bright even in the jungle's muted light, her features as unblemished as the day the galaxy first broke her.

A woman preserved only by control, not any faithful mercy.

She met Ran's gaze with an expression neither pleading nor hostile—rather painfully present, as though she were peeling open the past with her own bare hands.

"I think you have a story to tell."

She turned her attention to the Cathar—Master Si. Virelia had never forgotten a single name sworn beneath the banners of the Jedi, no matter how small their role or how loudly they proclaimed virtue. Memory was a weapon, and she sharpened it against every syllable Jonyna spoke. A pity, truly, that more of them had not perished in the rubble of Coruscant. The Temple had birthed many things through its sanctimonious walls, but none so grotesque as its own notion of compassion.

The Order villainized you, Jonyna had said. How generous.

No—the Order had not villainized her. The Order had butchered her in spirit and in trust, then let her bleed out on the altar of their own certainty. They had never bothered to name her a monster. She had done that herself. She had become the shadow they refused to confront, the consequence they believed themselves too righteous to deserve.

And now this Cathar spoke of freeing people from chains.

Virelia nearly laughed.

Liberation was the very antithesis of what she was—what she had chosen to be. She was the Tyrant Queen, though few here truly understood the depth of that title. She could have enlightened them—sketched in exquisite detail the shape of her empire-to-come—but something in Jonyna's words caught a different kind of spark in her mind.

Opportunity.

A quiet moment unfolded behind her eyes, a recalibration of intent, a shifting of old pieces into new places. The Cathar had revealed far more than she realized.

And Virelia intended to use it.

Virelia inclined her head toward the Cathar, the motion slow, almost respectful, though the weight beneath it carried something far older than courtesy.

"And for you, Master Si… allow me to offer a warning, not as threat, but as truth." Her voice held no venom, no triumph—only the somber tone of someone who had stood too long in the company of ruin. "With victory, my chains are broken. Whatever I am now was forged in the places your Order chose not to look."

She let the quiet settle between them, the violet glow of her armor dimming, as if acknowledging the gravity of what she said next.

"There is a saying: stare long enough into the abyss, and I will return the favor. The idea of justice, of freeing others from their shackles. Admirable." Her gaze sharpened slightly, the faintest glint behind her blue eyes. "But remember this—order is the scaffold upon which all common good depends. Remove it carelessly, and what you topple may be the very foundation you intended to defend."

She straightened from the post, composed once more, her presence less like a threat and more like a storm cloud casting a long shadow.

"Before we set ourselves to reshaping homes, Master Si… we would do well to understand the forces we risk unleashing."

We, was a very deliberate word.

 

[Ran Serys]

As the stranger spoke her name Ran's eyes narrowed in a squint. There was familiarity in their voice. It paused the Jedi Master. It kept her from taking another step. Then she turned at the hiss of the helmet. The stranger's face revealed.

"Serina." Ran said softly, almost inaudibly. Her breath was stolen from her, a lump formed in her throat. Ran had gone white in shock, as white as her green skin would allow. There was a ghost in front of her. How? Why? I do not- I do not understand. There was no ghost. The young woman's face was perfectly preserved. It was just as Ran remembered her on that day. The day she failed Serina Calis. A day she regretted more than any other in her life.

"It is not a story." Ran whispered. "It- It is my greatest regret," She said through a short ragged breath struggling to catch her voice, her breath, and calm. "That I did not cross swords with Aadihr for you." Ran shook her head and took a single step toward Serina. "I was blinded by my assumptions. That day was wrong. He was wrong. I was wrong. Valery was wrong." Ran shed a single tear. "I did my best for you. I really did." Ran said feeling conflicted as to whether or not the words that came from her mouth were indeed the truth.

She looked to Serina, to Jonyna, to Aiden, and to the ground. There was shame, and more. Conflicting emotions.

Tags: Darth Virelia Jonyna Si Aiden Porte
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[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: Darth Virelia Ran Serys​

Jonyna didn't flinch. She didn't blink. She just stared the sith down, just as she had plenty of other sith lords.

"I think you misunderstand what I stand for, sith." Jonyna said with a calm tone, that thin line forming into a sly smile. "I don't care about helping people find new foundations. They can do that themselves. The people can choose how they want to live, independent of any Alliance or Republic. That was always my biggest problem with the GA. I believe in self governance. Self determination. No, my fight isn't about dictating how a local government rules, it's about kicking the guy who comes from out of town and tells you how to live, directly in the face. I don't like bullies. I don't care where they're from. My rebellion, my people, my order, believes in one thing above all else. We're not here to tell you how to live. We show up, we kick your oppressor's ass, we fix your world, then we leave. What comes after is up to you."

To her, it was that simple.

 

[Hava'ssi Crow]

(ooc) I'm so sorry guys for the inactivity. I had a family matter come up