Laying to Rest One Zaiden James-Greyson

[Zz'acc]

"To Whom it May Concern,

My life has had it's ups and downs. I grew up on Hoth, Tatooine, Dantooine, Nar Shadaa, actually more Hutt space then I would have time to mention, and a million other places. I met many people, knew many things, and felt many pleasures untouched to the average man.

But as well, I was cruelly abused by my adoptive family, to which I was sold by my biological family - like trash. I was forced into the act of killing by Maximus James, my Adopted Father. Because of this, I started the life long path that would lead me to the point I am at now, wherever I was when you read this. It was filled with blood, pain, sweat and tears. It was lonesome. Yes I was rich, yes I lived adequately. But everywhere I turned, there were enemies.

Then I met Eldoc. He was a savior in his own way. Through his teachings, I began to step from that horrible path, even if only briefly. But then I was back, and worse then ever. I learned many abilities, and fought many battles to earn my knighthood. My arms were both broken multiple times, in multiple locations. I had my left leg entirely shattered , and then my skull. Thanks Harrison.

After, I began the even longer fall to darkness. I led countless attacks, on innumerable planets. Many in the name of my greatest friend and ally, Ashin Varanin, Empress of Lightning. Others for the fun of it, while more - the darker more gruesome - were for the Empire.

And then I had to deal with the entire ferocity of the Sith, all for the imaginary death of the same friend. But I didn't falter. Entirely alone I fought those enemies everyday. Not because I felt it necessary, but because if I didn't I would have died. However Ashin called to me. Again I aided my friend; we, along with others, began a kingdom. During this time I grew to truly know many allies, some closer then others. Spencer Jacobs, Jared Ovmar, Darren Shaw, and plenty of others.

I was happy for a long time. I saw my billionth cred, and then my second. I owned multiple million dollar estates, casinos, cantinas and more. I found a, thought to be, long lost love, found a sister and family I didnt know I had. Life was good.

Next came the greatest fall of my life. Heavy drugs and liquor, seperation from friends, family and reality. So many dark deeds all for pleasure...the thought of what I have become sickens me.

I want to be better...I hope I ended up better...

But in the case that I don't, this will is to be read by my long time acquaintance, what you may call a friend, Rex. First and foremost I would love to say, it's been a genuine honor to know whomever shows to this funeral. If you do, it was for a reason. And whether I felt the same link, you did it, and that has to mean something.

Second, I wish with every absolute fiber of my being, that I could watch my niece and family grow up. Uncle Zaiden loves you Felicity, if you're there. Feenarah, you were everything I ever wished upon myself. The polar opposite of my own deep down taint.

Keter, if your there as well, treat her well. We both know I have the strength to haunt you and make you hate life.

Darren Shaw, Morna Imura, Isis Fontana, and all other close allies, it was beyond an honor to fight beside you. Many of you saw me at my worst, relishing the kill, but I remember plenty of the better fights alongside good people....

Ashin, thank you. You will understand. To be honest, I get the feeling it will again be by your blade that I fall. If it is, please no one hold her at odds. She would not do so lightly. She killed me once, to save my life. If it happens again, I welcome the honor my ally...my Empress....my Friend.


Now, down to my holdings and worldly belongings. In the event of my untimely death, all control over Val'halla and all of her equating rights, falls to two people. Sno Wyte, and Feena Mason. Both will make the right decisions. (Stahp it. Vals my baby. Can't just drop it now after all I've done.)

All ownership of J.A.C, James Armor Companies, is to be split equally. First to continue ownership would be Darren Shaw, next to be publicly named for the first time would be Damien Daemon and Rex Inferno. Lastly, Felicity Mason gets the final ownership agreement, if her mother deems it fit. Upon denial, this portion is null and void.

As for James Manor, my only true standing family home on Dantooine, I leave to Felicity Mason for her mother to decide when she is old enough to receive.

To begin the actual squandering of my lives wealth, I wish to begin with a hefty billion credits to the Mason family. To which, half is to go to my niece Felicity, upon which there is no denial. If there is an attempt, the money is to be set aside until her reach of legal age. The rest of my holdings will be split evenly. A portion to Ashin Varanin, a portion to Sno Wyte, a portion to Damien Daemon, a portion to Rex Inferno, a portion to Jared Ovmar, and lastly a portion to Spencer Jacobs with the added message, "Take care of her. She is going to one day meet her match."

Any unmentioned holdings, including the items of true value such as my Sith Scrolls, is to be left entirely to one Damien Daemon.



I loved my life all. Miss me, but do not feel sorrow.

- Zaiden, The Last Supreme Lord of Val'halla

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have never been one for words but I want to try now. Zaiden, though we never were truly close, was an amazing man. He gave his all for his cause, no matter which it was. Many here can say that without pause.

"Now he is gone, and we will miss him. But that's the thing. It's only a physical longing. We all know he will carry on, in the same fashion of all great powers. In our hearts, in history, and in the Force.

"I would like to take a second to let those who care to, come up and speak." The SEA (Shared Enhanced Android) was clad in an elegant black tuxedo with a nice tie and matching shoes, quite unlike himself. But this was one occasion that deserved respect.

@[member="Ashin Varanin"] @[member="Morna Imura"] @[member="Jared Ovmar"] @[member="Keter"] @[member="Feena Mason"] @[member="Felicity Mason"] @[member="Isis Fontana"] @everyone else who I'm to tired to remember

 

[Ashin Varanin]

"I didn't mean to kill Zaiden. I truly didn't. He was the closest thing I ever had to a brother, or a son. I spent that entire confrontation trying to break the power that held him, trying to crack the shell and bring my friend back to me. The moment before he died, I was sure I'd won -- not won the fight, but found a victory for all time. I was sure I'd redeemed him from his evil and helped him find a measure of peace. But it turned out he could only find rest from his sins in death. Someone told me once that a murderer can only truly atone for her sins with death, that sacrifice is a necessary component of repentance. I don't know if that's true. I don't know if Zaiden believed it, at the end. In a show of power he sought to kill thousands or millions of the people we both swore to defend.

"His last act was to call off the forces he'd deployed throughout Fringe territory, to fix his treason. That, I can respect. He followed me loyally across three sets of destinies, and helped me bring order and civilization to a full quarter of the galaxy. That, I can respect.

"This is his lightsaber." A black blade flared to life; shadows congealed oddly around the hilt. "It became a crutch to him, powerful as it is, and so before I made him a Master I traded him mine in a Concordance of Fealty. The lightsabre he used to fight me was mine, though he'd modified it to suit his needs." The black blade vanished. "I'll keep both of them with other relics of friends long gone.

"And relics of family. Zaiden was family to me. His lightsabre will stand with the few things I have left from my parents, and from my first Padawan, Temap. I have no other way to remember him. The arts of survival past death are very rare and very risky. We go to the Force. We move on. In that sense, Zaiden is with us every time we walk in the shade."

 

[Keter]

Keter sat there, by his wife's side, listening to the reading. He had not known Zaiden all that well, but the man had been likeable. Keter had just never truly found common ground with him. But he loved Feena and Felicity, and that was enough. The blond's lips twitched into a smile at the light dig Zaiden leveled at him. Even in death the man would look out for his family. The renegade had expected nothing less. But then...then Zaiden's words went on and made Keter bite his tongue to avoid displaying any outward emotion. Felicity had suddenly become quite the rich girl. As if Feena didn't spoil her enough already. The little princess was going to need to learn some responsibility far ahead of schedule it seemed.

Well, at least her future was more secure now than ever. Though...with the recent incident, Keter had found himself hoping that if anything had ever happened to him and Feena, that Zaiden would be there to look after the girls. Not anymore.

@Ashin Varanin @Morna Imura @Jared Ovmar @Feena Mason @Felicity Mason @Isis Fontana @[member="Rex Inferno"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Keter"] @[member="Feena Mason"]

Ashin looked out over the crowd. "I see some of his family here. I meant what I said - Zaiden was family to me, the son or brother I never had. If you're his family, you're my family, and anyone who knows you can tell you that I'll crack the heavens for my people. This wasn't my victory. This was his."

She took her seat.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer sat and remained quiet, she was terrible with words and did her best to fight the urge to help everyone feel better. This was a feeling everyone needed to feel and the young Empath took it in strides. As Ashin sat down she patted the woman's leg. She remained quiet leaving the silence and her physical contact be the rock for her wife. Times were getting harder and friends were starting to perish...a soft sigh escaped her lips. She wondered if there was ever going to be a way to stop these things from happening. Zaiden was too young and had too much potential.

Saying a silent prayer to the Force she hoped he found peace with in it.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

(Goodbye to my evil twin that I never met!)

 

[Garza]

((OOC: Lets just say that for the fight, I was knocked out because you two left me in the dust? lol) @[member="Ashin Varanin"], @[member="Rex Inferno"]

I sat there. Emotionless. My gut told me to say something. How I loved him as a brother that I never had. or how he was an influence to me. Even with the rocky relationship that I had with him. Sitting there, I just had to see that others who truly knew him were here. Some were dressed in fine clothes. Others in complete armor as a sign of respect of a warrior and a Master.

I sat on a chair in the back. Alone for myself and a sword at my waist. I wore nothing extra exempt for my fathers ring. I watched as Ashin, the woman who had taken his life, spoke about being a older sister to him. And even from here, it was true. I saw her fight Zaiden for the most part. that was until I was thrown out of the window with zaiden, and smacked my head alittle bit too hard on the glass. I held no envy, nor anger against the woman. She had killed her "brother" because of his threats. As much as I would have wished there was another way, it had to be done. I hold no anger against her. because I knew the terms of fighting him as well. but I did not envy her for the guilt that she now carries.

I stayed in the back silent. There was no need for me to speak. He, Zaiden, would have know what I would have said about him. Being a man that had his ups and downs in the letter that was addressed to us. but I would also say that even in his darkest moments, he had one little speck of light that he was holding onto. He wanted to do something good. I KNEW that he did. and he had tried. but what I fear, and still do, is that he died, because he did not try hard enough.

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"], @[member="Keter"],

 

[Bolt]

A soft tapping signalled an approach to the podium, it was slow and careful. The body leaning against the ancient tree limb, was small furry and green, with ears stooped low to show respect. When he reached the front, he spoke, "A fine warrior, Penumbra was. Capable of great destruction. Know little of his true ways do most you. Tainted, dark and twisted, was his soul. Become the warrior I am, I could not, without his friendship."

With his words spoken, he climbed down off the stage and began to creep back up the aisle, the soft tapping beginning again.

 

[Feena]

Feena was silent. She could cry, of course, and she did, but her tears were silent. She was a woman from a noble family. She was not about to forget that for a second. But she knew that once this was over, she was going to lock herself up for a while and let it go. She leaned heavily on her husband, almost deaf and blind to everything except him. He was her rock in all this. He was the one who would help her through this.
With the mention of the name 'Feenarah', the woman nearly lost it. She buried her face in her husbands chest, holding back a sob as best she could. Nobody called her by her full name, except her brother. With the death of her brother, Feena and her daughters were the last of her immediate family. Until Felicity came of age, Feena had control of... more than she was willing to come to term with. More credits than she could know what to do with, and a noble title that she felt she had no business inheriting.
Countess Feenarah. It sounded terrible.

As each person spoke, Feena was still lost in the words of her brother. Felicity had not taken the news well. She loved her Uncle. Loved him with all her heart. Feena had already named him as her guardian should anything happen to her and Keter. But now...
What was she going to do now? She already nearly died. What if her assassin tried again? What if he succeeded? Who would help Keter? Who would look after Felciity and Celeste? And what was she going to do with the family estate?
Felicity's future just changed drastically.

@Ashin Varanin @Morna Imura @Jared Ovmar @Isis Fontana @Rex Inferno @[member="Keter"]