From Darkness

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There was no greater motivator than faith.

Some committed irredeemable sin to fulfill their endless greed: others slew thousands to gain the adulation of their comrades, entire empires had been toppled for the sake of love, and yet none held a candle to the power of faith.

Faith shaped the world. Faith was the foundation upon which civilization had been built. Faith led mortal men to feats of incredulity, and faith had led Cedric here.

His communion with the empyrean had seemed eternal for a time. The Jedi Master has contented himself and his legions to hermitage: their world had burned, and a path forward could only be found within the Great Ocean’s tides. That path had become apparent when a mass death was felt within the empyrean, and confirmed once Cedric checked its source.

The First Order had fallen, more or less, and it’s population slaughtered. It was enough to stir the Jedi Master from his exile, and he had wasted little time in dispatching himself toward FO space.

Once there he had felt something off - a pull of sorts, and one he had long since learned not to question. The jump to Commenor was spent with quiet meditation and reflection. When Cedric’s small vessel translated into real space, it was in orbit of a vast green orb suspended within the void.

“Commenor isn’t as pretty as I remember it being,” Cedric muttered to himself as he followed that pull. His eyes drifted shut, and he reached out into the empyrean toward Commenor. He was not sure where exactly the source was, but he knew he was getting close to it. Closer to her.

There is no emotion. There is peace.

A pregnant silence befell the ship’s cabin as it dipped beneath Commenor’s skyline, toward the medical academy waiting below.

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

{ Outfit: Scrubs + bun }​

{ Equipment: Holdout blaster }​

{ Tag: [member="Cedric Grayson"] }​

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"The Good Samaritan laws..." began Prennis, cutting herself off as she twisted in the hallway, holopads, medkit and all, around another small crowd of students moving down the hall. After they passed, she regrouped with her partner who had taken the opposite way. "...provided you don't do unreasonable harm, should cover us."

She referred to, of course, to the state of Chasin City—the whole world, really—was currently in. They were teetering on a state of emergency ever since former King Arenais held his press conference. The following riots had been quelled by efforts from both the CSA security forces and the Silver Jedi, even the people themselves, but violence was popping up still in less organized clusters. Paramedics were even more uneasy than the rest of the city's medical professionals were: at times like this, venturing out from the hospital could mean serious harm to them but, and more importantly, their would-be patients.

And no one, least of all the professors at the medical academy, used that to suggest that their students risk their lives instead. Quite on the contrary, actually. Someone had to do it, though. And if no one else would...

It had brought the classes, freshman through senior, under to grad, together.

Now, a break for class though. Prennis had been on the street for close to three hours, most of it loitering about but the rest intense experience that left no room for error. From it, her blue scrub blouse was speckled with blood and grit.

 

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Something akin to apprehension made Cedric halt as his vessel settled upon a landing pad in the heart of the dour city. He had told himself that the force had called him here, but that was not the entire truth, was it? Aes'ona was not a force sensitive so far as Cedric could tell, and her signature within the empyrean should not have shown so brightly for him as it did. He saw her presence as a beacon shining within the depths of the Great Ocean, and it had shone so brightly that he could not will himself to ignore it.

Is it the force, or is it me?

The Jedi Master's brow furrowed as he contemplated the possibility that his coming here might have had less to do with divine intervention, and more with his own desires. He'd always felt Aes'ona's presence within the empyrean since their first meeting. He could rarely if ever tell where she was or discern any detail aside from the fact that she was alive, but upon hearing of the First Order's fall, her place within the galaxy had become as clear as a summer day.

I am a fool.

The sounds of a city in recovery assailed Cedric's ears as he disembarked. He was clad in the dark trapping of his homeworld, his face concealed by the hem of his cloak's hood. He'd left his helmet and armor aboard the ship - he doubted he would need them here. Alone, Cedric began to walk the streets of the wounded city. Had he been a healer, he might have been able to help in some capacity. As things were, the best Cedric could do to help those around him was to occasionally lift rubble and overturned speeders away from hazardous place as he walked the streets.

He followed the beacon doggedly, and found himself reaching out into the empyrean unconsciously. He lacked the skill to speak in the minds of others, nor would it have likely worked given Aes'ona's lack of force sensitivity, but he could at the very least let her know he was near. His mind brushed against what he perceived to be her consciousness - hopefully that would give her some pause so that he might catch up to her.

[member="Prennis Keeoli"]

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

{ Tag: [member="Cedric Grayson"] }​

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Doctor Montoya did not pause his Nursing Leadership and Management lecture as she cracked open the door to hold for her classmate, but did catch Prennis' gaze with his own as it swept over the hall and gave her a sympathetic look. In response, Prenn only shrugged. She had meant to follow behind Gennra, but then she felt it.

Foolishly, perhaps, she mistook the sensation as a mild headache, pressure somewhere behind her temples. She had, after all, been on her feet doing various tasks from the moment she had woken up this morning, and she hadn't eaten since then either...maybe. The hours since had more or less blended together. She stuck out a hand to tap Gennra shoulder, but she didn't wait for her to turn. "I'll be right back. Low blood sugar." No, but, given the circumstances, good guess.

She rounded the corner into the wide main hall, bound in the oppisite direction of the cafeteria. They served mostly sit-down meals there; Prennis only wanted a cheap, filling snack before heading back to class. So she strode towards the university's exit and the cafe near the doors.

Upon entering the shop, she took up a place in line. The wait wasn't long, but becoming a nurse afforded her even less patience than she had been able to have as a doctor. As she waited, she glanced around, from caf-drinking couple to frantically-typing student to... Her eyes drifted to the full-length window, where she saw a man dressed in a dark robe walk purposefully by. She had barely had time to register that much, however, before someone behind her cleared their throat.

Prennis turned. "Uh, yeah, hey, can I do that cashew granola?" she asked the barista, sidestepping out of line and pointing to the homemade bar in the pastry window.

 

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A moment of confusion gave Cedric pause. He had drawn very close to Aes'ona, of that he was sure, but he couldn't quite find her. The Jedi Master glanced about the quiet streets and found himself furrowing his brow in annoyance. He had been certain he'd felt her, and so far as he knew there were no Sith tricks afoot.

Still, there was the possibility this was a Sith trap meant to play upon his attachment to the woman. Perhaps Aes'ona was not here at all -- perhaps she had died with the First Order, and the presence Cedric felt now was nothing but a decoy. A flicker of anxiety made the Jedi Master reached instinctively for the two handed lightsaber hanging openly from his belt. Blue eyes flickered from one end of the street to the other in search of assailants, but saw nothing but normal people hurrying about. He felt nothing within the empyrean either, save for the beacon that had called him here.

A quiet sigh escaped the cloaked man's lips as he turned to continue down the street. It was then that he just happened to look through a nearby window connected to what looked to be a cafeteria. A woman with dark brown eyes and unfamiliar features looked back at him, and for moment Cedric felt an odd emotion pass through him.

Was this the assailant?

Frustration with the situation led to Cedric halting in the window frame. He drew back his cowl, revealing a scarred visage that would have been patrician had it not been so damaged. Cedric's looked plainly at the woman, his expression cold and impossible to read.

A few people looked at the odd man standing right in front of the hospital window with reactions ranging from humor to concern, but they all figured it was none of their business and went on their way.

[member="Prennis Keeoli"]

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

{ Tag: [member="Cedric Grayson"] }​

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Prennis turned around too soon to see his face. She pulled out her credit chit and handed it to the barista as his coworker put the granola bar in a pastry bag and slid it across the counter. After signing the datapad and rebalancing her things, she turned around to leave.

Then she froze in place. Cedric?

So far, albeit out of one interaction with such a person and one that looked like it but actually wasn't, meeting people that Aes'ona used to know hadn't blown over well. At all. But she couldn't very well walk away and leave him like that.

Prenn took a deep breath, set her class materials on an empty nearby table and pushed out of the door. Here's to hoping she could...trick a Jedi...? Mentally, she shook her head at the thought. This is such a bad idea. She managed to put on a small smile though. "Sir," she began to ask aloud as she approached the man, "uh, hi."

 

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Confusion quickly replaced Cedric's steely visage.

His arms folded about his chest, and he found his head tilting slightly as he regarded the woman. "I apologize," Cedric said through the window pane. "I thought you might have been someone I knew."

Or someone that trying to give me trouble. Maybe I am a bit paranoid.

He reached out into the empyrean, and what he found only served to confuse him further. The beacon was indeed this woman, and he was now fairly sure it was not a Sith trap, despite the woman before him neither looking nor sounding like Aes'ona.

"You have a similar presence in the force to a friend of mine." He added, a hint of suspicion to his voice. "But you aren't force sensitive, which means either I've gone crazy, which is possible, or you're..." The Jedi Master shook his head. The whole situation was beginning to feel a bit ridiculous.

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[Prennis Keeoli]

{ Tag: [member="Cedric Grayson"] }​

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"Oh?" Prennis began, feigning surprise reasonably well. The man before her spoke again and this time trailed off. Prennis took a small step back, shaking her head. "The only thing I am is late for class," she corrected gently. "So—"

She was interrupted. "Prennis?!" The blonde turned to see Gennra having run into the cafe. She paused at the entrance and, glancing around, spotted her classmate outside. Gennra then walked towards the two. "I thought maybe you had collapsed out here." She cast a wary glance at Cedric before glancing back to Prenn and asking, "Something wrong?"

Prennis shook her head. "This man was just looking for someone," she explained before turning back to Cedric with a small, empathetic smile. "I hope you find her."

"C'mon, we're missin' notes," Gennra encouraged as she took one of Prennis' hands and led her back into the cafe. As the door closed behind them, Prennis cast a concerned glance back in the Jedi's direction...

Suddenly, fire flared across the street in a small explosion confined to the lobby of a student dormitory building. In a moment, Prennis had freed herself of Gennra's grasp and rushed into the cafe. "First aid?" she exclaimed, climbing behind the counter to ask the cowering barista. With a shaking hand, he pointed under the bar, and she wasted no time loosing the secured medkit, barely yelling, "Thanks!" as she shouldered her way outside again.

 

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Cedric regarded the woman with silence. He was certain he felt the presence of Aes'ona Terrani in this woman - the woman's nature matched that of the medical officer so many had told Cedric was deceased. He had traveled well beyond his means to find her, though that was not something he was keen on admitting to a soul. The Sons of Ession had scoured much of First Order space under the pretense of looting technology, though in reality they were searching for records of Aes'ona. The men of the legion had not been privy to the fact that they were expending so many resources in search of a single woman, though the loot they had left FO space with had been enough of a motivator for them not to ask any questions.

All that time had passed, and Cedric had refused to believe Aes'ona was dead. He had been certain the woman standing before him was her - now he realized he was only clinging to a lost sentiment. Aes'ona was dead, and he was a fool to go chasing ghosts; a fool to have even allowed himself to grow close to another being that did not share in his cause.

There is no emotion, there is peace.

"I hope I find her too." Cedric replied hollowly as he felt melancholy drift over his heart like a mass of pregnant storm clouds. He turned about, the cowl being drawn over his face as he went to take his leave.

And then the explosion happened.

Cedric reached instinctively for his lightsaber, the unlit weapon held high in his hand as he marched over to the mass of smoke spilling out of the lobby. The smell of sulfur and burning flesh filled his nostrils: an all too familiar scent. The Jedi Master stepped inside and quickly replaced his lightsaber at his belt. He held out both hands, and reached out into the empyrean, feeling the ranging torrent of heat and energy pouring off the fires that had engulfed much of the lobby. He focused upon the very cells of the flames, willing them to slow in their vibrations, and in turn, willing the flames themselves to grow weaker until they began to die.

"Need a few doctors!" Cedric shouted against the roar of the dying flame. The spirit of this fire was defiant, and though Cedric's will was enough to command it, it would take some time for the flames to die completely.

[member="Prennis Keeoli"]

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

{ Tag: [member="Cedric Grayson"] }​

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The quick thinking of a part-time surgeon or simply the good timing of a lucky nursing student: the doors clicked locked by the time Prennis had put a dozen paces between them and her. A distorted male voice—the university president, probably—came on the loud speaker inside as the university went into lockdown.

Prenn, too, ran across the street and stepped inside. "Where you need me?" she asked Cedric over his shoulder, not bothering to appraise him of her actual rank, but she soon enough answered that question for herself. A humanoid male lay sprawled among shards of broken glass in the southern corner. Luckily, the fire had not yet quite reached the area, and Cedric's efforts were batting the flames back even further.

With a reassuring pat on his shoulder, she took off in the direction, crouching under a fallen beam—her only obstacle. At the man's side, she knelt and set down her medkit. No sooner had she flung it open did she realize that it was quite limited. Better than nothing though. Without a medscanner (but thankfully gloves), Prenn placed her hands lightly on the man's chest, feeling for injury. As she did so she bent her head, angling her ear to listen for breathing:

Yes. Breathe in, chest collapse, breathe out, chest expand.

Wait. That's...

Paradoxical chest movements? Had the impact broke off part of the ribcage?

 

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The flames licked at his fingertips as he drew closer to them. The sensation of heat brought back unfortunate memories of the battle of Manaan: memories of Cedric's body being encased in flames, and a fading sensation that did not sit well with the Jedi Master. He forced such unpleasant thoughts to the back of his mind, and called upon the Force once again for aid. The empyrean responded enthusiastically this time, flames roaring for a moment as a wind of invisible energy crashed into them. The mass of orange chaos flickered for a few moments, struggling to draw upon oxygen for fuel that simply was no longer there.

A quiet sigh of relief escaped Cedric's lips as the fire wheezed its final breath, and went out.

The sound of pained groaning and screaming replaced the roar of the flames. Cedric turned immediately toward a Twi'lek woman with a clipboard embedded deep in her chest. Blood spilled from the crag in her torso in red rivulets. The Jedi Master settled down alongside her, took note that her presence within the Force was fading quickly, and sent images of comfort into her mind. He felt the woman's heart stop, and a second or so later saw the light of her life disappear from the empyrean entirely.

"She's dead," he announced as a few more volunteers came rushing in. He rose, walking pointedly over to [member="Prennis Keeoli"]. "What do you need from me?" He asked, the situation now something beyond his capacity. The doctor woman had far more experience fixing people than he did.

[member="Prennis Keeoli"]

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

{ Tag: [member="Cedric Grayson"] }​

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"I could do with a knife, a six-foot tube, and a bottle of water." She looked up at Cedric. "You think you can manage that, Master Jedi?" she asked, unaware of her verbal slippage.

When Cedric returned with the equipment, Prenn had pushed the man's shirt up and was turned to the side, pulling on a pair of gloves. Then she felt the man's side facing her, mumbling, "...second intercostal space..." as she slid her finger down two of his top ribs. She then ripped open an antibacterial wipe from the cafe medkit—not ideal, but the best she could manage—and tossed it to the Jedi. "Wipe the knife and tube down. Hand me the water." She turned, reached as far behind her as she could without standing, and dumped half of the contents on the ground.

After he had done so, she held her hand out and asked curtly for the knife before quickly cutting an incision. She then inserted one end of the tube while putting the other end in the water. As the man began to breathe shallowly, a little bit of the clear liquid moved down the tube, then back up, and again, but never entered the cavity. Then the man took in a sharp gasp of air, making a layer of tension viably dissipate from the nurse's face.

The second clue, perhaps, one the faculty of the University of Commenor had either not yet acknowledged for what it was or chose to ignore it altogether in favor of simply calling it an intuitive academic gift: A first-year student, even a graduate student, shouldn't have been as knowledgeable as Prennis Keeoli seemed to be.

Case and point, she had just correctly diagnosed a traumatic pneumothorax in the field and had inserted a chest tube with makeshift equipment and proper form.

 

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Cedric was far from an expert on medical knowledge. He was a warrior; he understood the means by which a man could be taken apart. He knew how to properly remove the limbs of a heavily armored foe, how to tear armies of line soldiers to bloody ribbons, but he had difficult grasping the concept of healing beyond the basics. Something in him found that slightly distressing as he hurried to comply with the doctor's orders. He rushed about the room, doing well to ignore the sounds of chaos, and called upon the empyrean for assistance as he searched for the particular items. It was only by the grace of the force that he managed to find the knife, let alone the rest of it.

When he returned to the doctor's side, he found himself somewhat in awe as she worked. The procedure was undergoing seemed far too complicated for someone of Cedric's caliber to truly comprehend, but he recognized the skill with which she worked. He could only assume she might have been one of the teachers at the academy, which only served to further his suspicions. The Force clung to her as it had Aes'ona, and she seemed to possess the same set of skills. Cedric unconsciously reached up to his chest, feeling the plate that was worn over the scar tissue Aes'ona had sewn back together months ago.

"You're a lot better at this than I am," Cedric mused in an attempt at good humor, though it was difficult to find any desire to laugh when faced with a tragedy such as this. It just so happened that Cedric's stomping grounds were the battlefield - this was little more than an annoyance for him. "You sure you don't know a doctor by the name of Aes'ona Terrani?" He asked again, his voice low as he felt the wounded man's presence within the force. His aura had stabilized.

"He'll live," he added quietly.

[member="Prennis Keeoli"]

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

{ Tag: [member="Cedric Grayson"] }​

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The man seemed to be unconscious and, even if the Order was not collapsing and would not be able to continue to operate its agents on various planets, the site of a recent explosion wasn't the ideal place to preform personal reconnaissance. Plus, the other volunteer were far enough away. Thus it seemed safe enough and the Jedi Master needed at least some answer. Prennis sighed before glancing over at Cedric and answering, "A distant memory, Cedric. A lot has changed since Carida."

Before he could make any reply, she stood and pointed to the patient. "Watch him," she said as she ran over to a nearby paramedic that had braved the storm and was now directing the students. "Where are we transporting the wounded?"

"The university clinic rooms are probably the closest," the man answered. "We can bring supplies from Mercy."

Prenn nodded. "Have a spare hoverstrecher?" Wordlessly, he pointed over to where one leaned up against a wall nearby; she ran over, leveled it, and activated it, before pushing it over to the wounded man. "Can you help me move him? I'll get the legs." As she scrambled down to hold them, she placed the bottle on his lower chest. After they successfully transferred the patient, Prennis pushed the gurney back over to the exit and out into the street.

Soon enough, the man was put up in a lab room and stabilized with the help of her classmates. After being relived by another graduate student, Prennis walked out into the hall.

 

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"That it has," Cedric breathed as his suspicions were concerned. The Force had never once lied to him. It had deceived him whilst under the influence of those touched by the Bogan, but that was not the Force. It was a corruption, a malignant tumor that needed to be cut out before it spread. That was the Dark Side, and he felt its corrupting presence keenly as he watched the fires flicker out beneath the touch of the Force.

There were a number of things he wished to express to Aes'ona. Their history was a complicated one, one unlike that of which Cedric had shared with most. For all intents and purposes, the good doctor was a wholly normal person, all things considered. She was far unalike the company Cedric normally kept, and perhaps that was why she had never returned with him from the First Order. He was pleased to see she had not fallen alongside the rest of her ilk, though the fact that she had not come to him first was...well, troubling to say the least.

He said nothing as he went through the motions of assisting her. His face was passive and unreadable; it may as well have been carved from marble for how expressive he was. Once the wounded man was safe and secure, he found himself waiting in the halls outside, debating on whether or not it would be wise to stay.

Aes'ona had chosen to avoid him for a reason. Perhaps seeking her out had only put her in more danger.

"I just wanted to know if you were still alive," his voice was low, quiet enough so that only the two of them might hear. "I felt you in the Force. I couldn't ignore it," he paused, "But I'll go. I have my knowledge now, and I've no desire to bring you anymore chaos than you're already dealing with."

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[Prennis Keeoli]

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Prennis peeled off her gloves as she led Cedric down the hall aimlessly, momentarily claiming one to walk over to a rubbish bin. She waved a foot under the floor senor to open the lid and tossed the unbloodied-but-still-unsterile pair of mesh hand covers. Afterward, she let loose a sigh, ran her hand back over the top of her bunned hair, and moved on down the corridor.

Aimless again.

He could leave, yes, but nothing about his tone suggested he wanted to. "You're a Jedi Master, Cedric. You can do whatever you want," she said, attempting some small amount of humor, though she quickly realized she was not in the mood for it, and cleared her throat to start again. "I don't mind." Actually, she did, but she would never admit that much. "And your concern is sweet, really, but all the danger I think I'm in now is the same danger that faces Commenor." Hopefully, the insinuation to the recent bombing and general instability was clear enough. Due to the revelation of the Order's fall, Prennis doubted that she would be the target of any Bureau activity anymore, if she had ever been. But she was also at danger from herself, though she might not notice it. Reconnecting with people like Cedric, as welcome as it was, undoubtedly reminded her of her past.

How much of that could she take?

 

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"Some people would disagree with you," Cedric remarked with a hint of good humor, though he quickly cast such mirth aside as Aes'ona did. Truthfully he did not understand how the doctor had come to find herself on Commenor, though he had a few guesses. Perhaps their chance meeting had helped to show her another path, or perhaps she had come to that conclusion all on her own. The errant Jedi suspected that one way or another, Aes'ona would have ended up here eventually. She didn't have the heart for evil.

Blue eyes narrowed into slits as he regarded the corridor. For all the chaos abound outside and nearby, the hall was white and eerily peaceful. He supposed that was a good analogy for both Aes'ona and himself right now.

"I have lost my people," he spoke, his voice quiet so that it would not carry beyond their ears. "I can't explain how. The survivors have simply disappeared," he held up a fist, then opened it, "Like smoke. They aren't dead, but I can't reach any of the seers through the Force. I can only conclude that they have found sanctuary, meaning my duties are more or less done. I came to find you as soon as I knew they were through."

Cedric's brow furrowed, "Is this new? The bombings?" He asked, quickly changing the subject before he divulged more than he might have wished.

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[Prennis Keeoli]

{ Tag: [member="Cedric Grayson"] }​

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Then it was Prenn's turn to knit her eyebrows. "I...I'm sorry," she began softly, sadly. It was strange, the disappearance of a whole peoples without a trace, and she silently made the unlikely comparison to a sociogenic illness. Not even the First Order could cause such a vanishing, to her knowledge at least. "

"The bombings, yes," she replied with a short nod. "The violence, unfortunately, no. For the past week and a half, it's mostly been open fighting and riots, one terror threat I know of, some isolated beatings, but nothing like...this." She paused, coming to wonder if he had even heard the local news. She stopped too, no sure where she was even going. "Commenor's not a monarchy anymore, Cedric. I don't know what we are." That was not to say that the power structure hadn't already begun to shift into a presidential democracy, but that Prennis hadn't had time enough to clean her hands of blood and switch on the holonews between emergencies it seemed.

Still, she knew a little, but that was about the extent of it.

"And the Fir--" She stopped herself for the same reason Cedric had changed the subject. "My parents are dead," she settled for instead, after a beat. Granted, she had never spoken in depth to him about her father, and never her stepmother--now both adoptive or kidnappive--but she hoped the insinuation got across in some form. "Ssi-ruu." If they found a private place later, she could say more.

 

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It was a situation that reminded Cedric of the riots on Ession shortly before civil war had broken out. The Sith circle had absconded off with more than a few state secrets, and witch hunts against those Darksiders naive enough to remain had torn much of the capital city asunder. It was only with the return of the expansionary fleets that the riots were quelled, and more than a few innocents had died due to its tardiness.

It was odd to think that Commenor of all places was undergoing such upheaval, but then he supposed now world was immune to chaos. Still, he expected the Lady Kay or Master Arenais to step in eventually and resolve the crisis. He would expect nothing less of them.

"Wonder what happened to the royal family," Cedric mused as the sounds outside began to die down somewhat. It was still loud by all accounts, but within the walls of the corridor such noises were muted to a tolerable level.

The Jedi's musings on the state of the Arenais family were burned from his mind as Aes'ona spoke of her parents. "I'd heard of their expansions," Cedric replied grimly, "I'm sorry," his voice was heavy with sympathy, "I know what it's like. I lost my parents to similar conditions." It was all he could offer her. He knew from his own experiences that words offered little more than hollow solace at best.

For once, the empyrean was silent to him. Whether that was for good or ill, he did not know, though he didn't much care either. "I know you need to help with all this, but when you have some time, we need to talk," he said as he placed a hand over her forearm. "I won't be very far."

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[Prennis Keeoli]

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She was about to tell him before she thought that was better left for latter as well. So instead she nodded. Yes, she did need to stay here. Well, maybe not, but she wanted to see finished what she had started.

Reaching into a side pocket in her scrub pants, she produced a key fob. "If you want, you can wait for me at my apartment," she offered along with the bit of plastic. It seemed only sensical, if he wanted to talk. "Unless you'd like to brave the streets...?" It might be a while before she was done at the university and surrounding areas, and it seemed risky for even a Jedi Master to be out and about now.

A bit hypocritical, but still.

She continued, "It's Madren Den, building C, room 241. I'll ring when I'm headed out. I have no idea when this'll wrap up, so feel free to make yourself at home until then. I have a sonic shower and some food in the fridge." With that, she put her other hand on Cedric's one over her forearm before pulling away and jogging off down the hall in the way they had come. "Hey, Luuio?" she called to a fellow student going her way.