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Private Heaven Is No Feeling

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The noon sun glared harshly off the sleek, silvery skin of the Jedi Courier, dazzling almost as bright as the star above. Below, a knight drew down his visor to shield his eyes, but his gaze never left the descending craft. Day by day starships were becoming more ubiquitous on Ukatis, even beyond its urban centers, but still his awe for them never dulled, particularly at the sight of such a graceful vessel. When better days came, he wished to travel the stars aboard one just like it.

The ship settled onto the meadow floor with a soft bounce upon its struts. A hiss followed as a ramp lowered from its side, and out of it emerged a tall, cloaked figure leading a speeder bike at his side. Where the courier gleamed with its mirror finish, his black garb seemed to swallow the light.

"You must be Ser Clayne," the newcomer called out as he closed the distance.

"Aye," the knight answered in accented Basic. "And you Ser Dawson?"

"Ah, I wish," the man replied with a low chuckle, pulling back his hood to reveal a youthful, smiling face. "Though I am a Jedi Knight, Mykel will do just fine."

"Very good," Clayne approved with a nod. "Whenever you're ready, Mykel."

The Jedi gave a small wave toward his ship before swinging onto his speeder. With a hum, the courier lifted off from the clearing, its crew and cargo bound for another corner of Ukatis. For them this had been only a brief detour of convenience.

It climbed fast, blurring silver as it rapidly accelerated towards cruising speed. Clayne was thankful for his visor, hiding how he gawked at the departing starship.

"That never gets old," Mykel said, eyes following the gleam overhead. "The Starbreeze is especially lovely."

"Truely," Clayne agreed. "Perhaps you would be open to me touring your vessel sometime?"

"That could certainly be arranged." Mykel replied as eased his speeder bike alongside Clayne's warhorse, their paths aligning. Clayne tipped his helmet toward the Jedi before leading him toward the Von Ascania estate up the path.

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Cora had watched the courier ship lift into the clouds, all sharp angles and iridescent sheen. It cut a stark contrast with it's antiquated surroundings without seeming obtrusive.

She noted the direction of its ascent toward the enclave. Good, she thought to herself. On schedule.

Then, in a manner that was almost meditative, she carried on with planting delicate bota seedlings in the family garden. The young plants were delicate and fragile – much like how she was after Arkania, a similarity that had come to her in a moment of frustration. Her hover chair sat several paces to the side, for she could move about unaided. Still, she tired far quicker than usual.

At some point during her work between tucking the little shoots into the dirt and reaching for a can of water, she was seized by a coughing fit. One lung and several cardiac vessels had yet to heal properly, leading to a bronchial spasm.

Cora collapsed forward onto her hands, wheezing for breath.

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The pleasant visage of placid meadows and rolling hills of these lands were a welcome reprieve from the scenes that had become life as of late. Burning ruins of cities, and chaotic starlanes now choked with wreckage and corpses. While the main front of the war had shifted eastward, Mykel had lingered in the occupied regions of the Core for as long as he could, sheparding rolling retreats and full scale evacuations across entire systems, buying time for civilian convoys to escape before the next bloody advance of the cruel Imperials.

However, he found it impossible to immerse himself into the pastoral calm of his new surroundings, as he felt something gnawing at his chest while nearing the Von Ascania manor. It was a dull steady throb of alien origin, yet carried a familiarity that unsettled him.

As the bond from their melding on Tython persisted, Cora's pain reverberated through him. However, it was only faint echoes of the true malady - if the sensations were this substantial for him, then he could only imagine her agony.

What have they done to you?

"I'll have someone retrieve Lady Corazona for you," Clayne offered as they entered the main courtyard.

"She's in the garden," Mykel quickly replied before the knight could turn away. His tone was gentle, but certain. "I can seek her out on my own, if you don't mind?"

"Certainly not. Good day to you, Master Jedi."

Mykel offered a salute, then dismounted from his speeder bike, boots loudly clacking against the solid stone floor. He followed the pull of his senses toward Cora, passing under a tall vine wrapped archway that served as the entrance to the gardens. As expected from the Mistress of Flora, he found himself surrounded by towering but neat hedges interspersed with bright fragrant blooms.

In another time, he may have paused to gander at the artistry of the well manicured foliage all around him, to lose himself in the perfumes of the flowers. Currently, they only received a fleeting glance as he hurried through the maze of hedges, never quite breaking into a run, but his stride quick enough to cause his cloak to billow around him with each step.

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