Private Flashbacks

[Varin Mortifer]

“Weak…To think that I had wasted that ritual on you…A mistake that I should have rectified.”

Varin's heartbeat echoed through his body. Slow, calm, quiet. The thrum setting a pace of peaceful rest. Until that dreadful voice struck his ears. Each passing word caused his heart to race.

Where…where am I?

Beep

I remember Brosi.

The flash of the battle stained his memory.

Beep

I remember a fight.

A saber clash echoed through his subconscious.

Beep, Beep

I remember flame, smoke and heat.

The roar of a flame seared into his flesh.

Beep, Beep, Beep.

Control! I must…maintain control!

A thunder clap and a searing sensation crawled up his throat.

Beep, Beep, Beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep

The machines watching his vitals began to elevate in a crescendo as his body began to convulse in the bacta tank.

A final memory returns to him. His sister walking through flame towards him, her hand outstretched as if trying to pull him out. His arms are bound, locked in place by straps.

Around his tank medical droids began stumbling around to find ways to calm the young apprentice, as the liquid began to bubble.

“Release…..me…”

He pulls on his restraints as the tank begins to reach upper temperatures.

“Release me!”

His eyes open darting around the room at all the unfamiliar faces as his straps begin to give away inside the tank. A quick snap and the straps sunk to the bottom of the tank. Lifting his fist he began to drive it into the tank.

“Find Lady Revna now! This one's going to shatter the tank!”

The med staff barked the order to one of the medical droids who acted quickly flying towards the doors in search of the apprentice master. All the while the medical staff began working on a sedative.

“Get ready to open the tank!”

A second command barked from the same member of the medical staff. All while the liquid seemed to start to boil.

Revna Marr​

 

[Revna Marr]

In the days - and nights - following the victory in the Holy Worlds were long. In the immediate aftermath, Revna had helped attend to the Empress, ensuring she had a comfortable place to rest and recover upon Korriban, before aiding Darth Caedes in taking assessments of the damage done to their people and to Korriban. Losses had been minimal, the damage too. The fight with the Imperials had been fast, brutal…but relatively clean. It left her uneasy, her eyes lingering on the skies to see if they would reappear. So far, they hadn’t.

Beyond ensuring that Caedes and Srina, even Gerwald, were well enough, the young Sith woman set out to check in with others she was close with - Darth Strosius being the next. He’d been in a brutal fight, and His armor and weapon bore the signs of that struggle - but He at least seemed relatively whole, no doubt that was due in part to His Sangnir nature healing His wounds almost as fast as He gained them. He seemed to be in a foul mood when she checked in on Him, but she hoped that in seeing His daughter alive and in one piece, it would help Him settle some of those rankled nerves.

She then moved on to her two Apprentices - Lysander and Varin, and very quickly discovered that Varin was the more seriously injured of the two. He was unconscious and being given medical care when she found him. She extended her gratitude to the young Zabrak warrior who had pulled him off of Brosi, before attending to her wounded Apprentice.

Varin was submerged in a bacta tank, and Revna waited for news whenever he would come awake again. In a way, it reminded her of the first time she had found him on Korriban, and like then she gave strict instructions that should anything go wrong or happen, she was to be informed immediately.

The young man may have seemed in a state of peace while in the healing solution, but she knew that looks could be deceiving, especially with him. And sure enough, several days into his soak, and while she had taken a moment away to see to other matters - news reached her that she was needed immediately in his recovery suite.

Revna moved swiftly, and even before she reached his room she could feel the churning of the dark side. He was disturbed, and volatile. Medical droids and other staff were trying desperately to sedate him as the bacta in his tank began to bubble in earnest, reaching the point just before boiling. The liquid was beginning to alter from the heat, and Revna knew that if he didn’t come down from his heightened state, then the tank would shatter and not only injure him further, but those around him.

She took a quick assessment of the room, then moved in with authority.

“Don’t bother sedating him. He will just burn it out of his system. Leave him to me.” she said as she stepped towards the tank, the vitals and other monitors going off the charts nearby. Someone tried to stop her but a quick glance froze the young woman in her place. “All you go, except for a medical droid.”

To her relief, Revna was obeyed by the medical staff who left a single droid behind - which stood by and awaited further orders.

Revna turned her attention to the near boiling tank and she let her presence flow out from her to envelope the tank and seep into the young Sith Apprentice contained within. Her eyes half-way closed as she concentrated, and brushed her mind against his own and let her voice flow into his mind - a cold breeze against the heat of the memories that burned within his subconscious, calming…soothing, even.

-Varin, I am here with you. You did well…and I’m proud of you-

Varin Mortifer ​