Aya Clarke
Lady Clarke, Saint of the Crimson Eagle
Ten hours ago
Thought. Quiet was good for thought... retrospection. Things that Aya Clarke found little of on the battlefield, a part of a healthy mind left unattended. How she'd needed this time to sit, write, and think deep. After goddess knows how long working in the field, once more alongside Cyril Abbey, her family friend, she could find an excuse to retire to her office. Situated in the Citadel within Golbah City, the very heart of the Confederacy, she could for a time drop her guard and relax. Simple, bare of much luxury aside the wooden carved desk, and high backed similarly carved chair, it had been a long earned home away from home.
She'd even managed to acquire parchment, and a pen she'd left at home, an ink well sitting to her left as she considered the state of affairs. She was.. losing her way. Something had been off in recent times, something bad. And whatever was going on she couldn't figure out, couldn't tackle. Writing her thoughts would help.. yes. She reached over with her left hand, and prepared the pen to write, slowly and carefully. Something seemed off though, and she'd barely put the pen to parchment before a cold swept her. Something was...
One hour ago
An alarm was sent the moment they'd found her, Aya Clarke that was, unconscious on the floor, her lightsaber having fallen and skid across the floor. Someone had done something to her, and whoever it was had been unnoticed for two hours. Had Cyril not decided to prepare tea, as a surprise for his friend, she could have gone longer without anyone noticing. But while the assailant was hunted, the problem of Aya was concerning. There was no physical reason for her to be unconscious, not for so long. There was something wrong that modern science could not determine, which left a single avenue.
Something was done to her, through the Force, and she could not awaken. A notice would have to be sent to members of the CIS, those who could do something. One of their brightest had a plan, a solution to bring Aya back, but they needed volunteers...
Present
"Sir, the volunteers have arrived." The assistant spoke nervously, before being excused with a wave of his boss's hand. Excellent, he would think, this would go faster than expected. He double checked his appearance, before he made his way to the door and out to greet them. Mr. Lesko was a relatively, average man, almost painfully average in every regard, but intelligent and gifted when it came to study and research. A gift that was useful now, as he greeted those that had come.
"Greetings. I'll be short, so we can get to business. Miss Clarke has been attacked through the Force, to what end I do not know. What I do know is she is trapped inside her mind for whatever reason, and cannot come back until it is resolved. In researching her condition I found a ritual we can use to create a deep meditation, and bridge your minds with Miss Clarke's. It will be like a shared, lucid dream, where you are in complete and absolute control of your actions."
"With your permissions, we will set you up, and bridge your minds with hers. Once inside we cannot guess what you will find, but it will be near completely in control of her, likely her subconscious. Not to mention, the dream will be more than real enough to kill you if you are careless. Any questions?"
[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Zeke Tune"] [member="Lis'Ra Fennick"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"]
Thought. Quiet was good for thought... retrospection. Things that Aya Clarke found little of on the battlefield, a part of a healthy mind left unattended. How she'd needed this time to sit, write, and think deep. After goddess knows how long working in the field, once more alongside Cyril Abbey, her family friend, she could find an excuse to retire to her office. Situated in the Citadel within Golbah City, the very heart of the Confederacy, she could for a time drop her guard and relax. Simple, bare of much luxury aside the wooden carved desk, and high backed similarly carved chair, it had been a long earned home away from home.
She'd even managed to acquire parchment, and a pen she'd left at home, an ink well sitting to her left as she considered the state of affairs. She was.. losing her way. Something had been off in recent times, something bad. And whatever was going on she couldn't figure out, couldn't tackle. Writing her thoughts would help.. yes. She reached over with her left hand, and prepared the pen to write, slowly and carefully. Something seemed off though, and she'd barely put the pen to parchment before a cold swept her. Something was...
One hour ago
An alarm was sent the moment they'd found her, Aya Clarke that was, unconscious on the floor, her lightsaber having fallen and skid across the floor. Someone had done something to her, and whoever it was had been unnoticed for two hours. Had Cyril not decided to prepare tea, as a surprise for his friend, she could have gone longer without anyone noticing. But while the assailant was hunted, the problem of Aya was concerning. There was no physical reason for her to be unconscious, not for so long. There was something wrong that modern science could not determine, which left a single avenue.
Something was done to her, through the Force, and she could not awaken. A notice would have to be sent to members of the CIS, those who could do something. One of their brightest had a plan, a solution to bring Aya back, but they needed volunteers...
Present
"Sir, the volunteers have arrived." The assistant spoke nervously, before being excused with a wave of his boss's hand. Excellent, he would think, this would go faster than expected. He double checked his appearance, before he made his way to the door and out to greet them. Mr. Lesko was a relatively, average man, almost painfully average in every regard, but intelligent and gifted when it came to study and research. A gift that was useful now, as he greeted those that had come.
"Greetings. I'll be short, so we can get to business. Miss Clarke has been attacked through the Force, to what end I do not know. What I do know is she is trapped inside her mind for whatever reason, and cannot come back until it is resolved. In researching her condition I found a ritual we can use to create a deep meditation, and bridge your minds with Miss Clarke's. It will be like a shared, lucid dream, where you are in complete and absolute control of your actions."
"With your permissions, we will set you up, and bridge your minds with hers. Once inside we cannot guess what you will find, but it will be near completely in control of her, likely her subconscious. Not to mention, the dream will be more than real enough to kill you if you are careless. Any questions?"
[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Zeke Tune"] [member="Lis'Ra Fennick"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"]