Private Condolences

[Aerik Lechner]

TAG: Irina Jesart​

Aerik did not turn back when the first crack of timber split the air behind them. The fire was already beyond saving, and so was whatever the house had once been to her. He followed her through the corridors without speaking, keeping close but not crowding, his attention fixed on her movement rather than the chaos unfolding around them. The smell of smoke clung to everything. It felt final.

In the garage, he mounted his speeder as she did, movements quick and practiced. By the time the doors slid open, heat from the rising sun pressed down on them, chasing the night from the sand. Shouts echoed from within the villa, but Aerik did not look back. Whatever answers those walls held had already been burned away.

He kept pace as they tore across the dunes, engines roaring in unison. Dust billowed behind them, swallowed almost immediately by the open desert. Aerik stayed just off her side, close enough to be seen if she looked, far enough to give her space to lead. The way she rode told him everything. There was no hesitation left in her. No pull toward what had been. Only the path ahead mattered now.

After a stretch of silence, he opened the channel between them. His voice carried evenly, shaped by resolve rather than caution.

“Then we finish it,” Aerik said. There was no question in the words. Only agreement.

The sun climbed higher, light spilling across the sand as the dunes blurred beneath them. Aerik adjusted his speed without thinking, matching her stride, watching the horizon for signs of movement. Vedieu would not be unaware for long. Men like that never were. Traps would follow. Resistance would come. Aerik welcomed it with a calm he had not expected to feel.

“I am not going anywhere,” he added. “Not until this is done.”

The desert stretched out before them, vast and unforgiving, yet it felt simpler than the walls they had left behind. Aerik rode beside her, focused and ready, committed fully to the course she had chosen.

Whatever waited ahead, they would meet it together.

 

[Irina Jesart]

His presence steadied her, tempering the swirling rage within enough that she could think clearly as the sun beat down upon their backs, obliterating the cold the night held. She cast a glance back at him as he spoke, a small smile pulling at her lips. She couldn't see beyond the destruction of House Vedieu, couldn't even begin to fathom what would await them at the academy or what his father would do, all she hoped was that he would be with her, because she could face anything with Aerik at her side.

She shifted her eyes back to the horizon as a structure began to grow from it, far larger and grander than her home had been, Vedieu's home was not a simple villa, it was a grand estate, tall towers of marble supported lookouts with high walls to keep their precious wealth safe. Wealth they had stolen over time, power they had snatched from others. It was an estate built on the ash and bones of others.

A single shot cracked through the air, screaming so close to Irina's head she felt the heat from it, surprise made her jerk suddenly to the right as the speeder threatened to crash. "Snipers!" she yelled at Aerik as another shot and then another followed, each dangerously close. There was no cover between them and the wall, and turning back would have been worse. She flattened herself against the bikes body, pulling her lightsaber from her hip, glancing to make sure Aerik was still with her before she let the bike sway, making herself a harder target.

When another shot rang close, her lightsaber snapped out the red blade catching the bolt and sending it back to its sender.

Aerik Lechner

 

[Aerik Lechner]

TAG: Irina Jesart​

Aerik heard the shot a heartbeat before Irina shouted. The crack cut clean through the air, sharp and unmistakable, and his body reacted before thought caught up. He dropped lower against the speeder, shifting his weight as he angled closer to her position, keeping pace without crossing her line. The second shot passed close enough that its heat washed over his cheek.

His lightsaber was already in his hand.

The blade ignited in a flare of fiery orange light, bright against the rising sun. It cast sharp reflections across the sand and the stone ahead as Aerik leaned out just enough to catch the angle of the fire. His eyes tracked the distant glint along the walls and towers of the estate. Vedieu had prepared this approach carefully, with elevated positions and long sightlines designed to punish anyone who advanced without cover.

Another bolt screamed toward them.

Aerik snapped his blade up and caught it cleanly, the impact shuddering through his arm. He redirected the shot in a smooth motion, sending it back toward the tower from which it had been fired. A flash of light marked the impact as stone shattered near the firing position.

“Left tower,” he called, voice steady over the engine noise. “Two positions. High angle.”

He pushed the speeder harder, riding the sway with controlled balance and keeping himself just off Irina’s flank. Each movement was deliberate, shaped by training rather than panic. His blade came up again to intercept another shot, this one deflected wide into the wall to force the shooters to adjust their position.

The estate loomed closer with every second, marble walls filling his vision as the ground blurred beneath them. Heat pressed down from above, and the strain in his muscles built as he leaned into the ride, but his focus never wavered. Irina was still ahead of him, still moving, still in control.

Another bolt came in low.

Aerik twisted and caught it, sending the energy skidding into the sand beside them. He did not slow or look back.

“I’ve got you,” he said into the wind and engine roar, his tone even and certain. “Keep going.”

The orange blade burned bright at his side as they closed the distance, forming a moving shield as Vedieu’s walls drew nearer and the attack intensified.

 

[Irina Jesart]

As the marble walls drew closer, and the rate of fire intensified she could feel Aerik shifting behind her, hear the thrum of his own blade cracking as it cast bolts aside. Her eyes lifted to where he called out and the fury that had brought them here, that had led her to make such a bold move without thinking the consequences through coursed through her. The red blade retracted, the cylinder form which it had emitted clipping back to her belt as she let instinct lead her.

Her rage had gotten them this far, she would let it carry them through. To falter no would be a death sentence to both of them and she would not have it. the fire came to easily, grew too quickly, her focus on the speeder fell away, it wobbled dangerously as she threw the fire skywards, smoke and flame streaking through the air as she seized the bike controls again. It struck to low, scorching the marble beneath the snipers.

She looked back at Aerik. "I need both hands!"

It was madness, all of it. Attacking without a plan, without knowing what was waiting for them yet he never once faltered, he never once thought it wasn't possible for both of them to survive this. She needed that unwavering trust now more than ever. She let the speeder slow enough that it fell levle with his. Another bolt cracked between them forcing them apart before she manager to pull back alongside him.

Irina didn't ask if he was ready, she didn't check to see if he understood her intent, she simply rose from her seat and leapt for the back of his bike.

Aerik Lechner

 

[Aerik Lechner]

TAG: Irina Jesart​

Aerik caught her meaning the instant she shouted. There was no time to look back or ask for clarity. He adjusted his speed by feel alone, easing his speeder just enough to bring it level with hers while keeping the nose steady under the barrage of fire. A bolt cracked past his shoulder and another screamed in low. His blade snapped up and caught it, the fiery orange light flaring as he sent the shot skidding into the sand instead of risking a return toward Irina.

He kept the blade moving as she shifted. Another bolt came from the left tower and Aerik twisted his wrist, angling the saber to knock it wide before it could tear into the bike's side. The hum of the blade stayed constant, rising and falling with each deflection, a steady rhythm beneath the chaos. When her speeder slowed, he matched it without hesitation, still batting shots aside as the distance between them closed.

The moment Irina leapt, Aerik compensated on instinct. He rose slightly from the seat to counterbalance the shift in weight while catching a third bolt that came in high. The impact jolted his arm, but the shot went wide, exploding harmlessly against the marble wall above. Her boots struck the rear of his bike hard, and the frame shuddered. Aerik held it steady, one hand locked on the throttle while the other came back just long enough to grab her forearm and pull her fully onto the bike.

Another shot cracked between them as she settled in behind him. Aerik leaned hard to the right, blade flashing again as he intercepted it inches from the engine housing. The bolt ricocheted into the wall and showered them in stone chips. He did not slow. Once she was secure, he surged forward, pushing the bike harder as the wall rushed up to meet them.

With Irina behind him, the angles worsened. Fire came faster now, bolts snapping through the air in quick succession. Aerik kept his blade up and moving, catching one shot and then another, sometimes sending them wide, sometimes back into the stone to force the snipers to shift. His grip tightened, muscles burning as he balanced speed, direction, and defense all at once.

"Hold on," he called over the engines and the hiss of blaster fire, his voice steady despite the strain.

They were close enough now that the snipers' vantage began to fail. Shots struck lower, scraping marble instead of finding their mark. Aerik deflected one more bolt that came in from almost straight above, angling the saber sharply to keep it from dropping onto them. The blade burned bright beside him, a constant shield as the wall filled his vision.

He drove them straight toward the base, blade still moving, still answering every shot that dared come close. Whatever Irina intended next, Aerik kept them alive long enough for her to do it, trust unwavering as fire and stone blurred together around them.

 

[Irina Jesart]

Irina dropped into the seat behind him, giving her trust entirely to him to keep them safe. Blaster fire intensified, the bolts screaming as they desperately tried to take them down before they reached the doors, another obstacle, but one she already had a plan for. First they needed to deal with these snipers. She closed her eyes, letting the noise of blaster fire and the whine of the speeder beneath them fall away until all she could hear was her rage rushing through her ears.

Dark eyes snapped open, fire swirling around their edges as fire erupted between her hands, she rose to her feet, the frame groaning as she did. the fire swelled as she raised it above her head and threw it with shout of effort. It arced high, clipping the top of the marble wall and spilling into the nest. She sank down again as the distant screams told her it had done its job.

Her head whipped round, reaching a hand back towards her speeder, seizing it in the force she yanked it towards them, redirecting it at the last moment to hurl it ahead towards the doors. It bounced once, twice and then collided with the gates with an explosion of metal and flame.

Aerik Lechner

 

[Aerik Lechner]

TAG: Irina Jesart​

Aerik felt her weight settle fully behind him, the shift familiar now, and he leaned into it without thinking. Trust flowed one way through the Force and another through instinct. He adjusted his grip, widened his stance, and kept the speeder straight as the rate of fire climbed again. Bolts cut through the air from above and ahead, some wild, some precise. His blade stayed in motion, fiery orange flashing in tight arcs as he deflected shot after shot, sometimes knocking them aside, sometimes sending them screaming back into marble where they burst in showers of stone.

The moment she rose behind him, he knew what she was doing. The frame protested beneath the sudden change in balance, and Aerik compensated immediately, easing the throttle and shifting his weight forward to keep them from pitching. A bolt came in low and fast. He twisted his wrist and caught it clean, the impact shuddering through his arm as the shot flew wide. Another followed from the right. The saber snapped up again, never pausing, never faltering.

Heat washed over his back as her fire gathered. Even without looking, he felt it build, felt the air thicken as something violent took shape behind him. He kept his eyes forward, jaw set, blade still moving as the last of the sniper fire rained down. Then the fire left her hands.

Aerik braced as the blast arced overhead. A final bolt screamed toward them and he cut it aside at the last instant before the explosion hit the wall. The impact rolled across the estate in a wave of sound and heat. Screams followed, distant but unmistakable. The blaster fire from above ceased all at once.

He did not slow.

Irina dropped back down, and Aerik surged forward, pushing the speeder harder as the gates rushed toward them. His blade stayed up, ready, scanning for any last shot that might come from a hidden angle. None did. Whatever had been watching from the walls was either dead or fleeing.

The sudden pull in the Force registered a heartbeat before the explosion. Aerik glanced just in time to see her abandoned speeder hurtling ahead of them, torn from the sand and redirected with brutal precision. It struck the gates in a violent burst of metal and flame, the shockwave rippling back across the ground.

Aerik rode it out, leaning into the blast as debris scattered across their path. He cut power just enough to keep control, blade still raised in case the gates answered with fire of their own. Smoke billowed outward, flames licking up twisted metal as the entrance collapsed inward.

Only then did Aerik lower the saber slightly, breath steady despite the rush of heat and noise. He angled the speeder toward the breach, ready to drive straight through the wreckage.

He did not look back at her. He did not need to.

Whatever waited beyond those gates, they were already committed, and Aerik intended to see them through it together.

 

[Irina Jesart]

Smoke and fire curled in the air around them as Aerik pushed the bike through the breach, Irina's saber was back in her hand twisting in her seat to cover their back from the blaster fire that fell upon them as they passed through the gates into the Vedieu estate. Marble gardens spotted with palms and soft grasses between reflecting pools stretched between them and the main house. Sirens could be heard in the distance, heralding their arrival, security could bee seen ahead, running towards them or taking up positions of cover throughout the garden.

"Keep going!" she shouted over the din, casting a bolt aside to slam into the smooth marble floor. If Vedieu was anywhere, he would be in the main building, she trusted that he would be arrogant enough to stay in sight believing that this ridiculous attempt at vengeance would die before it ever reached the walls of his prestigious home. Her anger twisted into something darker, more sinister as something withing her unfurled with a sickening glee at proving him wrong and setting the whole place ablaze.

As one hand, twisted her saber to cut through the air, blaster bolts cracking against its blade to be cast aside, into stone or flesh, her other cast fire into palms and grasses as they passed. It spread through the garden like wildfire, casting a thick haze of smoke into the air making them a harder target to hit.

<<"If I can get enough smoke into the air, we can ditch the speeder and slip out of their sight on foot. We don't need to kill everyone he pays.">>

She just needed to kill Vedieu, let the fire do the rest.

Aerik Lechner

 

[Aerik Lechner]

TAG: Irina Jesart​

Aerik did not slow as the speeder burst fully into the estate. Smoke rolled past them in thick waves, heat washing over his arms as he guided the bike between shattered stone and burning metal. The gardens opened wide ahead, too clean, too ordered, and already breaking apart under the chaos they carried with them. Sirens wailed from deeper within the grounds. Shapes moved between palms and statues as security scrambled to respond.

Blaster fire answered immediately.

Aerik raised his saber again, the fiery orange blade snapping into motion as bolts came in fast from both sides. One cracked toward his head and he caught it clean, redirecting it into a marble column that exploded in fragments. Another streaked low toward the engine housing and he twisted, cutting it down and sending the energy skidding across the reflecting pool in a violent spray of steam. He kept the bike straight with his knees and balance alone, hands alternating between throttle and defense as needed.

Irina shouted for him to keep going, and he did exactly that. The speeder surged forward, weaving through cover as his blade continued to move in tight arcs. Shots struck stone and foliage around them. Some he caught. Some he forced wide. A few found bodies as security made the mistake of breaking cover too soon. Aerik did not linger on any of it. His attention stayed forward, toward the main structure rising ahead.

Fire spread at their flanks as Irina fed it into palms and grass. Smoke thickened quickly, blurring sightlines and turning the open garden into a shifting maze. Aerik felt the change immediately as the incoming fire lost its precision. Bolts came in wilder now, angles guessed rather than measured.

Her words reached him through the Force rather than sound, clear despite the noise.

Aerik gave a single nod she could not see and adjusted their course without hesitation. He angled the bike toward a cluster of taller palms and a low terrace wall, keeping them within the densest smoke. Another bolt screamed in from the right and he cut it aside, then drove straight through a curtain of flame without slowing.

"That works," he said aloud, voice steady despite the chaos. "Give me cover for five more seconds."

He pushed the speeder harder, then cut sharply left, skidding them behind a line of statues as blaster fire stitched the space they had just vacated. The bike bounced hard, suspension groaning, but he kept control. Smoke swallowed them almost completely now. Visibility dropped to nothing beyond a few meters.

Aerik killed the engine without warning and let the speeder coast, then tipped it deliberately into a shallow reflecting pool. Water and steam erupted together as the bike vanished beneath the surface.

He was off the seat and moving in the same motion, saber up, scanning through the haze. The noise of the estate blurred into confusion behind them as security lost track of where the bike had gone.

"Now," Aerik said quietly, already stepping away from the wreck, trusting her to follow without question.

The smoke closed around them, fire crackled through the garden, and the hunt shifted from speed to shadow.

And as the hunt changed, so did Aerik.

 

[Irina Jesart]

The fire came easily, striking every crisp plant she could see, palms cracked and popper in the blaze, throwing up thick clouds of smoke, grasses curled, embers breaking away from them to spread across the garden. Fire reflected on pools they passed as the air shifted from a palace confident its intruders would be easily dealt with to confusion and panic as the fire continued to take hold.

Irina and Aerik moved and thought as one, as he cut the engine, she felt him shift and followed suit, rising smoothly from the bike keeping him at her back to scan the choking haze for any signs of movement. Her lightsaber hissed as she deactivated it turning her attention to where the building had been consumed by smoke.

A smile caught her face as she looked to Aerik, finding the wolf at her side. Her hand brushed his flank as she moved with him, the pair moved through the smoke with quiet steps leaving the chaos behind them as the found their way into the veranda. Irina took the lead as it opened into a covered courtyardbthat allowed them to push inside.

Stragglers moving too slow to respond the the chaos outside were caught by surprise as the cut around the corner. Red cut through the air, severing heads and limbs as she carved through three before they could react, their faces twisted in fear at the sight of the wolf. She didn't wait nor cast a look back, he was with her for every step she took deeper into the house, eyes scanning each room they passed, hunting for their prey.

Aerik Lechner

 

[Aerik Lechner]

TAG: Irina Jesart​

Aerik moved through the smoke on four legs, low and silent, the heat of the fire rolling across his dark fur without slowing him. The garden burned behind them, palms cracking as flames climbed, embers carried on the shifting air. Panic carried a scent all its own, sharp and unmistakable, and it guided him as clearly as sight. Every shout, every hurried step, every heartbeat out of rhythm stood out against the chaos.

When the speeder died, the wolf was already moving. He flowed off the bike and into the haze, circling just wide enough to watch their flanks while Irina took point. The absence of the engine left a sudden quiet that worked in their favor. Blaster fire searched blindly through smoke and flame, but the shots came late and wide. The wolf tracked them by sound alone and adjusted his position without needing direction.

Her hand brushed his flank as they moved together, and he stayed close, matching her pace with easy strides. The veranda appeared through the smoke, shapes resolving just long enough to identify threats before they vanished again. The wolf’s ears flicked forward, catching the scrape of boots and the hitch of breath before the corner was cleared.

The covered courtyard narrowed the space and sharpened the hunt. The wolf’s presence drew fear instantly. Aerik saw it in the way bodies stiffened, in the way eyes widened before Irina struck. Red light cut through the air and three fell before any of them could raise a weapon. The wolf surged forward just long enough to ensure nothing moved behind them, teeth bared, breath low and controlled.

No pause followed. No glance back. Aerik turned immediately, senses stretching ahead as they pushed deeper into the house. Corridors carried sound differently, and he adjusted to it, tracking retreating footsteps above and behind walls. Fear clustered in pockets now, servants and guards alike scattering without cohesion. None of them mattered.

The scent changed as they moved inward. Stone and polish gave way to something tighter, more guarded. The wolf slowed a fraction, muscles coiling, recognizing the shift from chaos to intent. Their prey was close. The house itself seemed to funnel them forward, narrowing choices, drawing them toward its center.

Aerik stayed at Irina’s side, silent and steady, every movement aligned with hers. The fire had torn open the estate. The smoke had blinded it. Now instinct took over, and the hunt pressed inward, focused and inevitable.

 

[Irina Jesart]

Instinct guided her path rather than any particular knowledge she had of this place. Irina was meant to find Vedieu, she believed that wholeheartedly that it did not for a moment cross her mind that she was going the wrong way. They turned left stepping into an empty ballroom, columns supported a decorative ceiling, a small raised dais reasted at the far end, upon which sat what could only be described as a throne, where Vedieu rested, watching her enter his gaze flicking to the silver cylinder in her hand and then to the large smoking wolf at her side before settling on her as she slowly made her way up the ballroom to meet him.

Irina was hesitant, not because she doubted that she should kill him, but because the tingling running up and down her spine told her there was a trap waiting, but she could not determine what.

"You know, it took many years to cultivate that garden, Lady Jesart. Tell me, how exactly do you intend to pay for the repairs?"

There was no false smile, no pretending to be polite for the sake of propriety. There was only arrogance, distaste and a level of disinterest that boiled her blood. "I don't." she replied simply. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

"Murdering poor Santel, wanton destruction of property, threatening the life of a noble house. Your academy is going to have a field day. Pity you didn't bring that boy with you, he might have been more use than your pet...whatever that is." he gestured towards Aerik dismissively before bringing thick fingers decorated with gold rings together with one sharp clap. Movement shifted behind the columns, the step of boots and distinct hum of rifles powering up. A dozen of them all pointing at her and Aerik.

Her feet shifted, the snap hiss of her lightsaber filling the room as she took a breath. Shifting her focus, listening in the force for the first breath of movement, the first squeeze of a trigger.

<<" I can't cover both of us. Run.">>

Then all hell broke loose.

Aerik Lechner

 

[Aerik Lechner]

TAG: Irina Jesart​

Aerik sensed the trap a breath before the weapons came up. The ballroom carried sound differently, and the subtle shift in air and posture told him more than sight alone. Muscles tightened beneath his fur as he moved closer to Irina, not touching her, but angling his body to disrupt the firing lines forming behind the columns. The low hum of rifles charging filled the space, boots spreading outward in practiced formation. This was not panic. This was preparation.

Vedieu’s voice held no meaning for the wolf beyond its intent. The man’s posture and stillness mattered more than his words. The sharp clap of his hands confirmed what instinct already knew. The hunt had turned, and the room was no longer neutral ground.

When the first rifle discharged, Aerik launched forward.

The wolf crossed the distance in a powerful bound, jaws snapping around the barrel of the nearest weapon before it could fire again. Momentum carried both wolf and guard to the stone floor, the impact jarring through muscle and bone. Aerik released the weapon only long enough to reposition, then struck again, removing the threat with a swift bite before pushing away as blaster fire tore through the space he had just occupied.

The room erupted into chaos. Energy bolts streaked between columns, carving scars into marble and shattering decorative stone. Aerik stayed in constant motion, never holding a position long enough to be tracked. His path curved and shifted, drawing fire away from Irina as rifles followed the larger, faster threat. Shots intended for her struck columns or scattered wide as guards struggled to adjust.

A bolt grazed his flank, heat flaring across fur and skin. The wolf acknowledged the pain and discarded it. Pain signaled contact, nothing more. He slammed into another guard from the side, shoulder driving into the man’s legs and sending him crashing down. Teeth closed around a throat a moment later. Aerik released as soon as the body stilled and surged forward again.

Through the noise and fire, his awareness never left Irina. The snap hiss of her lightsaber cut through the air, followed by the sound of bodies hitting the floor. Each time she shifted position, Aerik adjusted his own, placing himself between her and the densest cluster of weapons. When several guards broke formation and moved toward her flank, the wolf intercepted them directly, scattering the group with speed and force before they could regroup.

Smoke curled from his fur as he pivoted near a column, claws scraping stone as another bolt struck the floor near his paws. Aerik leapt again, clearing fallen furniture and landing hard, using the impact to turn back into the fight. His presence fractured their coordination. Fear crept into their movements, hesitation following every missed shot.

The trap was failing.

Aerik stayed engaged, relentless and focused, tearing through the line meant to contain them. Every movement bought Irina time and space. Whatever Vedieu believed this moment would become, the wolf ensured it would not end on his terms.

<< “Do it… Irina… Do what you came here to do.” >>

 

[Irina Jesart]

Irina's blade became a blur, red carving through the air catching bolts and flinging them aside to crack into the marble floor or shatter chunks of stone from the collumns. There was not time to think, to redirect them back at their senders, there was only survival, until they picked the larger threat, as the sound of snapping jaws and crucnhing bones joined the cacophony of screaming blaster fire.

Then she moved, no longer pinned in place she peddled back towards Vedieu, two three paces, flicking balster bolts back to where they came, one was slammed into a shoulder, the mercenary retreating back behind the collumn where he met his end at Aerik's jaws. A smoking crater was left in the chest of another, his body flung backwards by the force of it. A shot went wide over her shoulder and she could sense the shift in the room, fear creeping through it as they realised not only was their trap failing, but their lives would be the cost of it.

Aerik's mind brushed hers, urging her on.
Her eyes moved settling on Vedieu as he scrambled from his throne looking to escape through some door behind it. Irina advanced, rage pulsing from her, blade flicking instinctively in an arc at her back as another stray bolt sailed her way. Her free hand reached forward yanking the throne aside with the force. It crumpled the wall it connected with before her telekinetic grip shifted to seize Vedieu, lifitng him with ease she spun him to face her and pulled him forward as her lightsaber came up to impale him.

His eyes went wide, his legs that had been frantically scrambling stilled. She watched as he struggled to breath, as the life began to fade from his eyes, smoke curling from where plasma seared flesh. Time seemed to pass too slowly, the life taking an infinite time to leave him. She had no words, she didn't need to speak to him. Only when he went limp, when the life had finally faded from him, did she release him, lightsaber deactivating with a soft hiss as his body crumpled to the floor.

Irina was breathing hard as she took a step back, there was no satisfaction, not elated feeling of release. Her anger still clung to her and without the hunt to focus on everything she was holding at bay began to fold in. Her greif and pain welled in her chest building till there was nowhere for it to go but outwards. A scream burst from her lips, rippling through the force, followed swiftly by fire. A raging inferno exploded from her filling the room, incinerating bodies and cracking stone as she sank to her knees and buried her face in her hands.

Aerik Lechner

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: This
WEAPONS: Ferrum Solus | Blodmåne | Strømafbryder
SHIP: Vigfjall
TAG: Irina Jesart | Aerik Lechner

Gerwald left Jutrand the moment he received the message from his son. He was not sure whether he should be proud of the pup or upset that he had engaged in something so reckless. The Dread Wolf supposed it was the nature of a true sith to act, but Gerwald was not sure he wanted his son to become what the others were. He wanted him to be better, for all of his children he wanted them to be better.

When the ship landed at the coordinates Aerik had given him the telltale signs of destruction were more than evident. A smirk played at the lips of the Lupo when he saw the smoke form into a recognizable shape. A black wolf with fire colored eyes and wispy fur emerged from the flame carrying the girl which started the inferno. There would be no true evidence of what she had done, but it was also enough that she would not be allowed back into the academy.

It had been the deal Gerwald arranged to ensure Aerik remained.

There was no choosing between his pack and some girl Aerik knew from school. It was his future he was ensuring. Irina would become whatever it was she needed to, apart from what the Academy could teach her, or she would go to Korriban. For the moment, Gerwald decided she would remain with him.

He did not say a word as the pair walked up the ramp to his shuttle. They would know what they needed to soon enough.

-FIN-​