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Welcome to death.
A place where everyone finishes last, no matter their creed, color, or code.
A realm where your best defense is a strong pretense,
and your faith is just about all you can count on.
A place where one path is sought out above all else.
Old Panathan legends told of a walk through purgatory when one breathed their final breaths. A return home, to a place of familiarity and safety. A place where all your deceased friends and loved ones waited for you if you died in honor. She'd seen them all - every face that had slowly been taken from her over the years. Every face except one.
400 years. That's how long they've waited for her. A few more wouldn't matter. Not until she knew for sure.
By twist of fate, she'd been given one more chance to learn the truth. Despite the chaos of the galaxy and all the powers that had come into play, one simple, lone Merc was allowed a solid whisper of knowledge where none other had been offered.
Her luck was about to change.
Desperation had never been her game, but these were desperate times.
Spectres were no better than Forcers, but who was left to trust? No one. There was no one left to trust. And time? She'd slept in stasis for over three centuries, how long did she really have left to live anyway? If she could find him, it didn't really matter. Any time ... any time at all, that was all she asked for.
The knowledge came with a foggy sensation of drowning.
It feels like agony. It feels like flesh stripped from bone. It feels like fire in your veins. Tastes like ash in your mouth, the sting of smog in your eyes.
It feels like this.
It feels like Coruscant.
[member="Shai"] [member="Reverance"]
A place where everyone finishes last, no matter their creed, color, or code.
A realm where your best defense is a strong pretense,
and your faith is just about all you can count on.
"The feth is wrong with you, mutt? I don't like this anymore than you do."
A place where one path is sought out above all else.
Old Panathan legends told of a walk through purgatory when one breathed their final breaths. A return home, to a place of familiarity and safety. A place where all your deceased friends and loved ones waited for you if you died in honor. She'd seen them all - every face that had slowly been taken from her over the years. Every face except one.
"He's not there. He's still not there, and you are not going to stop me from getting back..."
Three times now, she could remember with waning clarity, standing before her home, gazing up at all those faces. Three times now, she'd turned her back on them and walked away, denied herself that final peace."Do you know how hard it is to keep leaving them?!"
"400 years!"
400 years. That's how long they've waited for her. A few more wouldn't matter. Not until she knew for sure.
Somewhere in the darkness of her memories, she could still hear his voice.
By twist of fate, she'd been given one more chance to learn the truth. Despite the chaos of the galaxy and all the powers that had come into play, one simple, lone Merc was allowed a solid whisper of knowledge where none other had been offered.
"The man you seek is not here."
"Where is he, then? Tell me, I must know."
"I will tell you, but for a price..."
"Where is he, then? Tell me, I must know."
"I will tell you, but for a price..."
Her luck was about to change.
"Anything, I beg you, please tell me if you know..."
Desperation had never been her game, but these were desperate times.
"Half of your remaining fated days."
"Half of my...of the rest of my life?"
Spectres were no better than Forcers, but who was left to trust? No one. There was no one left to trust. And time? She'd slept in stasis for over three centuries, how long did she really have left to live anyway? If she could find him, it didn't really matter. Any time ... any time at all, that was all she asked for.
"...take them, they're yours."
The knowledge came with a foggy sensation of drowning.
Do you know what it feels like to have years of your life drained from your soul?
It feels like agony. It feels like flesh stripped from bone. It feels like fire in your veins. Tastes like ash in your mouth, the sting of smog in your eyes.
It feels like this.
It feels like Coruscant.
[member="Shai"] [member="Reverance"]