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Do You Remember Me?

Asari Morin

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Moridin sat alone, within his once throne room upon the world of Byss. The massive stone throne he sat in was not at all comfortable, something he had not noticed when he had not had a body. Now that he did...well it was more than a little obvious. The Dreadlord was calm, as always there was no hate or anger within him, just a sense of serene calm. This was odd for a Sith Lord, especially one that had destroyed the life of an entire world. One would expect him to be filled with hate, sorrow, despair, but he was not. When one looked at his emotions they would find...nothing. It was an interesting thing about the Sith Lord, and something that should have been closely watched.

“Where are you.” Moridin spoke out loud to himself, it was a deep rumble that resonated in the air around him. There was no one to hear him, so he was not worried about that. He spoke out loud, to clear his own thoughts mostly. Despite his calm, despite the power he now held, despite everything. There was something still missing, something that he cared greatly for.

Anara Valnor, the one thing that the Dreadlord cared for, the one thing that he would ravage entire galaxies for. She was missing, or at least she was gone from his sight. They had a bond, a powerful one. One that had allowed him to once again inhabit a body...or well to create one around his essence. The bond however, had seemingly faded over the ages. It was still there of course, he could still barely feel it, but it was too weak for him to sense where she was, or even if she was alive.

The Bond had become nothing, or nothing of use to him. He could not tell if she was still alive, or where she was, which of course were the most important things. The Sith lord scowled, he needed to know. Before his slumber he had taken her. Against her will of course, but it had been necessary. She had been angry with him, angry for what he had done. So he had taken her, and put her in a pod.

It had been a Stasis pod, one to preserve her in eternal rest. Moridin had made sure she had been safe of course. Guards, automated turrets, everything he could do to protect her. When he had awoken however, when he had found the chamber she had been kept in he had found it...empty. All pods had been removed, all traces of her and her guards...gone. In that moment Moridin had been angry, he had destroyed that section of the palace on a whim, forgetting his power.

Now Moridin sat, and thought. Was she alive? Was she dead? The Dreadlord did not know.
 
Amber stared into amber as Anara blankly stared at her reflection, lost in her own thoughts. Her expression was distant, her eyes slightly glazed over as her mind wandered to a time over four hundred years in the past, a time when she had been a simple Knight. Mintues slipped by and it wasn't until the door to the public restroom opened that she returned to the present, a harsh awakening she wished to escape. Quickly washing her hands she exited the restroom, casting her haunted reflection one last look. With a sigh she stepped back into the sun of the lush planet, the market buzzing around her as locals attempted to peddle their goods off on off-worlders.

A strained smile touched her lips as she meandered out into the bustling crowds, her mind wandering once more as she aimlessly moved from stall to stall. She reached up to her neck to where a pendant had once rested, but the pendant was long gone with everything else she had once known. Sighing she let her hand fall to her side, her mind wandering to a man she knew to be dead, a strange look finding its way to her features. Some part of her missed him and wished that he was still alive, but then her anger flared and the ever present pain in her heart reminded her that she was glad he was gone. She had lost everything she had held dear because of him, because of his supposed love she was now in a galaxy that she didn't know surrounded by strangers. Grumbling softly to herself, she shook her head as she attempted to banished her dark thoughts.

"I need a distraction..."
 

Asari Morin

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Moridin opened his eyes finally, the heavy lids revealed glistening blue fields of ice, black lines of corruption seeping into them. He scowled, not wearing a mask anymore. He had decided to remove it for once to show his true face. Quietly he tapped the side of his durasteel mask tapping it over and over again in a rhythmic motion. He needed to do something, he could not sit here forever and wallow in sadness. His scowl remained as finally he stood from his former throne. Footsteps rang our as the Sith Lord began to walk through his former throne room.

The Dreadlord continued his scowl as he stepped into the entrance chamber of his underground palace. A massive hole still remained in the ceiling where the miners had breached his palace. Slowly the Sith Lord walked through the light until he stood within the sun. He looked up, and peered into the sky. What was he to do?

There were no Jedi to fight, or at least none he considered his equal. There were no Empires to destroy, no republic to conquer. Moridin had nothing to do in this new galaxy, no where to go. Killing for the sake of killing was worthless in the eyes of the Dreadlord, there was no point in slaughtering civilian population. His scowl deepened even more as he thought on his options. He still had his ultimate goal of course, to destroy the force but unlike before he did not have the resources to reach it. Once it had been a simple matter, Moridin had begun his plan here on Byss.

He had ended the lives of 18 billion people, consumed them and begun the destruction of the force. Then the plague had struck. An interesting turn of events to be sure, but it had not been an end to the force as he had wanted it, just an end to life.

The Dreadlord scowled even more, his anger beginning to seethe through within the force. Black tendrils of the darkside sprang up around him, they wrapped themselves around his body eating at him and slicing him to bits. In a matter of seconds the tendrils surrounded Moridin entirely, and then they imploded leaving nothing but an empty chamber.
 
With a soft smile upon her lips Anara sipped her hot tea as she listened to a local band, watching a group of young children dance around. There was some sort of festival going on, a celebration of the changing of seasons and she had arrived just as the festivities were really starting. Tapping her foot in time to the tribal drum she couldn't stop her smile from growing as the children were joined by even older kids and then adults. The sun was beginning to set and with the night creeping in it seemed that now everyone was really ready to party. She took another sip of her tea and then joined in the clapping that had started somewhere off to her left, laughing with the crowd as the joyous energy washed over her and carried her worries away for the moment.

As the locals energy rose those from off-world began joining in on the festivities and it wasn't long before Anara was pulled into the mix. A young man that couldn't be more than a few years shy of his twentith birthday grabbed her hands, pulling her from her seat and into the crowd dancing in a large circle. The dance was one Anara was not familiar with as it seemed to be a local custom, but with help from her young partner she learned quick enough. Laughing she spun through the crowd, joining in the dance with as much energy as any of the locals; all of her worries and dark thoughts were gone for the time being.
 
The tendrils appeared from nothingness in the halls of an almost ancient Jedi Temple. They tore and dug at the air, biting and reaching into it. The tendrils seemed to pull matter from nothingness, eating at the air and forming something. After a few seconds a figure appeared, a fluttering of a heavy cloak broke into the air, wind ravaged the empty halls and suddenly Moridin stood within the halls of a dejected Jedi Temple. It was not teleportation of course, but an ability of the force, a bending of it, a way for Moridin's writer to lazily move him around without anyone questioning how the hell he did it.

“So. They abandoned their halls just as we did ours.” Moridin commented to himself as he stared at the ruins. Bakura, a planet that had once been held by the Jedi now lay empty and destroyed. This had once been Anara's home, once been her once place of life.

Slowly he began to walk through the hall, his steps echoing throughout the halls. They were surprisingly...full. Desks lay everywhere, every room was filled with something. Chairs, tables, every room seemed to have something in it. Bakura must have been hit hard by the plague, it seemed that people had left in the middle of their meals.

Moridin would be here for a while, he did not know what he searched for, so he knew it would take long.
 
The festival went late into the night, but as things slowly began winding down the group that had been playing steadily throughout the night suddenly changed their tune and a few young girls began to gather around them. Everyone in attendance stopped what they were doing and turned toward the girls as they began to sing; even those from off world turn to watch. As they began to sing Anara suddenly felt compelled to join them as the Song of the Force tugged at her. Raising her voice in song with them she moved through the crowd to stand with them. Many locals gave her a strange look, but as her voice grew in strength they couldn't stop the smile that found its way to their lips.

Anara joined the young girls singing and pretty soon others were joining as well, all of them raising their voices in song as the first light of morning came over the horizon. As the song ended it seemed that the festivities were over for the time being as everyone began to slowly move off to go to bed. Anara said her farewells to the new friends she had made and then headed back to her own place, a small room in a local inn. She was only supposed to be on the planet for a short time, but with each day Anara began to feel more and more at home, perhaps she would stay and make this her new home since she really didn't have such a place in this new Galaxy. With a great yawn Anara leisurely headed back to her room, humming to herself the whole way.
 
Moridin walked through the ancient temple. Eery foot step that he took brought up a cloud of dust, everywhere he looked there was nothing but old ruins and wrecks. Everything here was entirely abandoned. Every time he touched something his psychometry gave him brief flashes of people leaving the temple. Every time saw these he frowned. He didn't know why they left, or more he didn't know why they left in such a hurry, The Gulag plague was not an immediate thing, it took dozens of years to encroach.

He Frowned as he moved into the dormitories. He knew that this had once been Anara's home. He knew this because this is where his men had found her almost four centuries ago. He searched through the rooms, a process that took hours.

Jedi. You are strange creatures.” Moridin said as he inspected a pair of womens underwear with a strange cat on the front. He tossed it in a corner and it landed on a nearby statue. The Jedi were taught not to hold attachments, yet they still wore lacey undergarments meant for seduction. Strange little creatures. Moridin mused on this as he searched through the decrepit chambers.

Finally however, he found the one he was looking for. As soon as he touched the doorway he could feel it, he could feel Anara's presence. His frown immediately faded, and it was replaced with a smile. The door here was shut, an odd thing considering the rest were all open. Slowly with the force Moridin grabbed the door, and tore it off its hinges.

He tossed the metal slab to the side, and stepped into his loves home.
 
For once since first waking from her 400 year slumber she did not struggle to find rest, sleep came to her easily that night. With a relaxed sigh she snuggled deep into the plush bed of the room she was renting for the time, her mind drifting as she slipped into a peaceful sleep. Her dreams were vivid that night, but they didn't become nightmares like normal. Instead Anara slept the soundly through the night, safe in her dreams for the first time in years.
 
Moridin stepped into the room, and almost immediately he caught a sense of Anara. The Dreadlord smiled slightly as his psychometry jumped into gear. The Dreadlord caught images of Anara walking in and out of the room, of eating, sleeping, playing her music here. He smiled at the memories within the room, at the thoughts and things that had occurred in here. He didn't actually know what he expected here.

The Dreadlord wandered around the room for a few minutes, he inspected the bed, the dresser. Everything that moved he tried out and touched playing with it and trying to trigger memories. His Kiffar ability wasn't exactly the most accurate thing. Psychometry could be used on command, but unfortunately one could not pinpoint exactly which memories were sought out. Moridin more than realized this as he wandered through Anara's room, until finally something struck him.

“You were here.” Moridin said quietly as a flash of memory rolled across his mind. He saw a figure stepping into the room, silhouetted against waning sunlight. The Dreadlord followed the steps the figure took and walked into the corner of the room. There stood a stand for a guitar, empty. The Dreadlord's smile turned slightly more upward into a massive smirk.

He closed his eyes and touched the guitar stand, he caught another image of the same figure grabbing the guitar then walking over to a nearby nightstand and taking another object from there. Moridin proceeded to the same spot and once again triggered the memory. This time the memory showed the Silhouetted figure and Moridin barked out a cold laugh. “Youre alive.”

His voice was a mixture of annoyance, relief, but mostly glee.
 
The next morning the young Jedi Master awoke with a content sigh, lazily stretching as she attempted to return back to her pleasant dreams. When was the last time I slept like this? To long...just five more minutes. The minutes slipped by, but she was unable to fall back asleep and with a sad sigh she finally pushed the covers off her body. Stretching once more she sat up and slowly proceeded to start her day. Humming softly to herself she moved from the bedroom to the small bathroom in her room.

Once clean and dressed, she headed back into town and straight to the festival. As she moved toward the festival something pulled at her senses and she paused for a moment, stopping in the middle of the market district. Amber eyes slowly looked one way and then another, but just as quickly as the strange tugging upon her sense had come, it was gone. Shaking her head and running a hand through her hair, she continued on her way and heading back into the thick of the festival.
 
Moridin stood in the middle of the room still, a massive smirk on his face. He had been standing here for almost nine hours now with his eyes closed and a smirk on his face. He had been focusing himself within the force, he had taken in every essence of Anara's force signature within the room, drinking in its power and trying to find a trace of it elsewhere within the galaxy. His thoughts had expanded outwards to the reaches of this solar system, then into the next, and then the next.

It was difficult, but in the end it would be well worth it. Finally after almost a dozen hours Moridin found what he was looking for. To him it seemed to be a bright shining light among a see of darkness. The Dreadlords smirk grew, he had scoured the entire galaxy with the force, and he had found her.

It wasn't really an exact location of course, it was an approximation within the galaxy, but finding her would be easy enough. The Dreadlord stepped out of Anara's former home and walked down the decrepit halls. Finally he reached the exit of the Temple and stepped onto the massive staircase before him. Then he turned back, this was perhaps the last home of the Jedi on Bakura, the last temple in existence.

He scowled and then raised his hand. The force wrapped itself around the columns of the temple, the entrance way began to rumble and fall apart as he pulled at the massive structure. Then with one massive rip of his arm he pulled at the buildings foundation. The Temple fell apart in a massive heap.

“We will be reunited soon.” Moridin spoke to himself as he walked down the now half ruined steps. He began to whistle happily, soon everything would come together.
 
She gasped suddenly, spilling a bit of the tea she had been drinking down her front. The Darkness had shifted and the Song of the Force rippled from the disturbance, something significant had happened. However, she wasn't yet able to determine exactly what had happened. Frowning softly she cleaned tea from her chest, brow furrowed as she momentarily ignored everything around her. The Song washed over her and she heard something hidden within its melody, but when she tried to place the hidden notes it was like something was preventing it. Growing frustrated she returned to the present, the Song diminishing in her mind as she went back to her tea.
 
Moridin's shuttle flew across the openness of space as fast as it possibly could. The Dreadlord pushed the hyperdrive to its very limits, breaking the engines and the hyperdrive and nearly causing the ship to explode. There was a reason for this, he wanted to get to Anara, he needed to get to her. He knew she was alive of course, now he did anyway. He wanted to get to her, wanted to see her, wanted to caress her face for the first time in four centuries.

So he pushed himself, and he pushed the ship. Moridin was determined to see her, determined to find her.
 

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