Echoes in the Void

[Dareth Solryn]

Location: Outer Rim station, drifting beyond mapped space

"Some came to disappear. I came to see who was watching."


The moment I stepped through the bulkhead, I felt it. The hum beneath the metal. The quiet tension in the air. Places like this always remembered even if people forgot.

My boots touched the floor like I'd walked it before. I hadn't. And yet, everything felt familiar. The flickering lights. The smell of rust and old oil. Conversations hushed when I passed. I didn't look for eyes I felt them.

I kept my hood low, robe gathered close. The saber at my side stayed quiet.

But my voice didn't.

"Does the Force call you here… or are you simply running from it?"

I didn't speak loudly. I never do. Those who hear, will answer.

 

[Akela Ru]

Padawan War Journal - Entry #42
"Some Jedi brood. I vibrate. As I go through the bulkheads the hum beneath the metal (probably engines… or a very angry nexu). This place reeks of adult secrets (rust, oil, and regret) You can practically taste the tension in the air (like warm milk at naptime in the Temple).​

The station was mysterious... foreboding and not very welcoming but the chance to explore was there and with many of the silver jedi's interests laying outside of the galaxy as they colonized and constructed temples... many of them ignored here. The padawan wasn't allowed out of the temple by herself... watch them try and contain her in their prison cells of walls and no doors... and veggies and naptime and not being allowed sweetened cream for morning nutrition. She would show them as her lekku got stuck on the wall but she heard a voice in the distance asking if the force called her here. Her voice coming out as she made herself into what she always saw in Zak's holo vids. "Wow, edgy. Got any candy?"

 

[Dareth Solryn]

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Padawan War Journal - Entry #42
"Some Jedi brood. I vibrate. As I go through the bulkheads the hum beneath the metal (probably engines… or a very angry nexu). This place reeks of adult secrets (rust, oil, and regret) You can practically taste the tension in the air (like warm milk at naptime in the Temple).​

The station was mysterious... foreboding and not very welcoming but the chance to explore was there and with many of the silver jedi's interests laying outside of the galaxy as they colonized and constructed temples... many of them ignored here. The padawan wasn't allowed out of the temple by herself... watch them try and contain her in their prison cells of walls and no doors... and veggies and naptime and not being allowed sweetened cream for morning nutrition. She would show them as her lekku got stuck on the wall but she heard a voice in the distance asking if the force called her here. Her voice coming out as she made herself into what she always saw in Zak's holo vids. "Wow, edgy. Got any candy?"

Observation Log – Entry I
Echo Trace Archive | Subject: Solryn, D.

"The air in this part of the station hangs heavy, not just from poor circulation, but from things unspoken. The walls sweat rust. Overhead, a flickering light stutters in defiance of its age, barely illuminating the corridor's angles. There is silence — not of peace, but of people choosing not to ask questions. Every footstep echoes too loud, as if the station itself is listening." Some presences do not announce themselves with power — but with tone. Light steps. A sharp voice. Defiant humor wrapped in thin armor. I didn't turn my head. I didn't need to. In places like this — heavy with memory and shadow — the Force carries more than intention. It carries temperament. Even sarcasm leaves a ripple. Especially when it's loud enough to try to cover fear, or restlessness, or the kind of mind too quick for its own containment. There are many kinds of young souls: Some burn out. Some burn through. And some burn just bright enough to change everything around them. The trick is knowing which is which — before the storm hits. I felt her presence before I saw her. That slight mismatch between posture and spirit. Playfulness is a mask. So is bravado. So is mockery. But I don't blame her. I remember what it's like to feel the cage before you know its name. "Somewhere nearby, a maintenance droid lets out a mechanical wheeze and vanishes down a side corridor. The low hum of generators returns — pulsing like a heartbeat beneath durasteel. I breathe it in — the dust, the distance, the stories never told." I said nothing out loud. Let the moment pass. If she wants to be seen — she'll step forward. If not — the Force will guide her all the same. Some answers aren't spoken. Some questions don't need asking. And some students find their path by running circles around the lesson. I wait.

— Dareth Solryn
Wanderer between Light and Shadow
"The Force does not speak in commands. It listens in silence."
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[Akela Ru]

Her brow rose up as she looked... listened with the sounds from her montrals picking up the droid. "Hmmm either lost, or just really bad at hide-and-seek?" The lack of candy might be an issue down the line.. the silence could also mean he was calling the temple to report she had busted out of the temple and was now loose upon the galaxy once more. The second coming of the padawan menace... she was like a phantom menace only twenty percent cooler.The flickering of the light set a mood one going for... spooky maybe. She walked with a look towards more of it and didn't need to speak... she was already impressive. SHe was looking but moved. "You know the only weirdos who try and sneak up on padawans in the dark they are on special galactic registries. Or does the smell of regret, oil and shame suite you like a fine Coruscanti perfume?" There was a chance he was depressed, if she let him think she wanted to listen he might breakdown and cry... and no one liked crybabies.