Private Letting Hope Shape the Future

[Amali Mustra]

Vaulkhar


As soon as the Sith known as Darth Vinaze had left the ship, the great darkside presence had left with him, and the only thing left was the small light in the darkness. Amali wasn't a powerful force user, but her force sensitivity was obvious. Among her were much smaller, more insignificant lights that could barely be seen. Her crew; her entire Clan, though closest to her was more of a skeleton crew running the ship that would normally have over a thousand souls onboard. Now, it was barely a third of that. Unfortunately, it would become much less. As Amali watched out of the viewport of her ship, seeing the Sith leave, the ship suddenly shook and the alarms went off. The ship, from a certain view, seemed like it was just recently raised from a scrapyard. Seemingly held together my bandaids and duct tape, it's last battle was months ago, and such battle was the reason for all this damage. Exposed wiring, lost plating, even the bridge being half lost, only being replaced by scrap metal and makeshift sealing. Hull ruptures weren't really new to Amali. She was used to them during battle, and now, sadly, during peace, since the ship was more or less falling apart. But this time, it was such a force rocking the ship that it only reminded her of one instance where it was this powerful; her fathers death.

She grabbed onto a console as the ship rocked everyone on board, some falling over, "hey, what just happened??" she yelled, a comms man speaking up, "I don't have a clear confirmation yet, Lady Mustra, but we just lost all systems on the port beam." Amali ran over to the officer, "the what?" The officer, realizing he wasn't speaking to someone that understood naval lingo, repeated himself in more common terms, "the left side, center, of the ship. I think we lost ... part of the section, La-" As he was speaking, Amali looked scared, "n-no!" She ran over to one of the bridge doors that were sealed due to the last battle. This door lead to that section of the ship, otherwise one would have to go around the long way. That section was said to be having problems, she just didn't expect the damage to have gotten that far. But the officer didn't lie... an entire section of the ship had been thrown out by space. She screamed, banging on the door as she watched the section drift out into space. The alarms still ringing, crews were rushing to seal up any corridors, while the bridge crew did their best to contact other sections and make sure they were still operating. Another officer approached Amali, trying to ask her what they should do, but before he finished she was panicking and pushed passed him, "you know what to do, please, do what you can!"

She ran passed him, barging into the Captains quarters and locking the door. Distraught, she didn't know exactly what to do. Her father died because of his greed. That greed took her arms, legs and eyes, but only gave her the responsibility of the entire Clan. She is supposed to be taking care of almost two thousand people, now half of that has died, and a fourth had deserted her. She didn't know what she was doing, she was a sword, a blaster better yet. Not an actual thinking, speaking person that was responsible for the lives of others. The closest she came to this was sparse interaction with a neighbor boy from the residential section. And that residential section just got sucked out into space.

 

[Vaulkhar]

Omnipotence. Omniscience.

No living person could ever claim such qualities. To know total power and have knowledge of all would make any being a god. No mortal, good or evil, could ever hope to ascend to such a glorious state of being. It was in death that the man, Vaulkhar Once Zambrano, became one with the weave. The ethereal bonds of reality, woven over time and space, connected all beings. Some were fortunate enough to draw on the great empyrean. Through gifts granted through mysterious means, those sensitive to the weave transcended their mortal lives and took up the responsibilities that came with near-limitless potential. This power, known to many as the force, was all-knowing, all-seeing, and all-doing.

It was through this power that even the dead could walk amongst the living. Through dark rituals, those lost to time could rise and bring change. Though tied to the dark side and its corruptive influence, this state of undeath promised near-immortality. It was but one path, taken by those who feared a world without their presence. Through means less oppressive, the Jedi, a force for good, learned of true immortality, one that allowed them to transcend mortality and join with the great manifold.

Through balance in the face of gleaming light and choking darkness, Vaulkhar found redemption. His emotions mastered, not smothered. A man who once traversed the galaxy as a gaping wound in the force found his peace. And in doing so, he attained Oneness.

This Oneness granted him the strength to materialize within all realms touched by the omnipresent force. Rarely did he use such power, for his existence in death was akin to paradise. He knew no strife or war. Peace presided over all who walked the path beside him. Yet, emotions called out to him from those still living. They needed him in death, just as they did in life.

One such plea found the fallen Master this day. Amali's fear choked the woman, spilling forth into the galaxy at large. Her anxieties traversed the ethereal webbing in waves. Vaulkhar's conscious mind, rarely used, awakened. He traveled the great cosmic blanket, each strand of the infinite empyrean guiding him somewhere else in space, to a time unknown to him. A ruined ship floated before him, barely held together by some miracle in engineering. Though he could no longer smile, he experienced the sensation of amusement.

He followed the chaotic path left in Amali's wake. Her emotions were unkempt and wild, a sign of Bogan's baleful favor. She called out to others, demanding answers, seeking help, but none came. The poor girl was left alone, ill-prepared for the horrors of the galaxy. Though her presence was darkened, stained in the innocent's blood, the Redeemed could not help the wave of sorrow the swept over him. His son walked a similar path. Vaulkhar had not been there for the boy, not in a way that mattered. This time could be different.

Amali would feel the room around her take on a warm temperature as the force began to take shape. It coalesced into the form of an apparition, a transparent man of average stature. This epicanthix greeted her with an even-keeled nod.

"You are afraid, child," Vaulkhar declared, hands clasped together behind his back. "Why is that?"

Amali Mustra ​

 

[Amali Mustra]

Vaulkhar


Amali had thrown herself against the cold steel of the room, sitting down or lying down was thought of as calming down, which she couldn't possibly do at this moment. She only knew unrest and frustration. She bashed the wall with her cybernetic arms, putting a slight dent into it as she cried. Tears that were so very strange to her. The last time she cried, her parents were still alive and her clan was prosperous and happy. Now, as she cried, it didn't seem the same. Her eyes had been taken from her in the blast, and the tears didn't irritate the eyes like they normally would. Her life had been so drastically changed, it was a miracle she could bottle it up for so long. As if she was on a rollercoaster that never sloped, except it fell into a lethal vertical drop, and the rails disappeared. Losing her parents was one thing, but being responsible for a thousand lives and their well-being was entirely another. Not to mention her irreparable body, and the expectations of her by the Clan while she was only raised from birth as a soldier. In fact, she was less than a soldier. She never had opinions or thoughts, never needing a moral compass. She was given an order by her father, and she acted. But no matter her age, she was just a child. A child at the brink of collapse.

But her stress and the pressure forced on her body seemed to be washed over by a different feeling, different from the damaged environmental controls which caused a slight chill to the air. She felt a presence, and she was scared.

"You are afraid child"​

She jumped in her own skin, eyes as wide as possible as her face was covered in tears.

"Why is that?"​

The door wasn't locked, but no one would dare enter during such a crisis. It didn't matter.... this presence didn't seem.... physical. Her head lurched around, still in shock, she stared at the ghostly figure that presented itself to her. Near speechless, she turned around as her arms came back to her body, crossing together as she held herself.

"W-who..." there have been stories, that with the power of the force, people could transcend space and time, even manifest elsewhere should they deem so. But why her, why now? "A-are you.... a force wielder?" Her shock had turned to awe, before clarity came to her mind. "I-I am afraid.... of failing everyone. N-not myself... but being a failure in my... parents eyes, and the family's eyes," she had no desire to fail the clan. She never had a thought about taking over the throne, but she cared about her people. That's why she was never against being a weapon, to protect them.

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar remained still at her reaction. He couldn't blame her. To someone less-informed in the ways of the force, he was no different than a specter from beyond the grave, poised to strike from the darkest of corners. Fortunately for Amali, he hadn't come to consume her life. He exuded an unnatural warmth. She would feel that warmth press against both body and mind, intent on massaging away the turmoil wrought through the young woman's many failures. His facial features slackened, the stoic mask fell away to reveal a hint of concern for the downtrodden girl.

He said nothing in response to her question, simply nodding along. Her outward reflection offered him insight, something tangible he could grasp onto, emotions he could better understand. The apparition moved closer to the young woman. He knelt down at her side and offered his hand.

"My name is Vaulkhar. As I'm sure you can tell, I am not quite living. In life, I wielded the force in many a battle. I trained as both Sith and Jedi on my quest for redemption," he explained in a soft, hushed tone. "I understand your fears, child. Unbeknownst to us, fear takes root and burrows deep within our spirit. It manifests in small ways, content to pick away at your confidence. Given time, it finds our mind, shrouding our thoughts with a twisted version of reality, alight with strife and confusion. Our bodies are mere manifestations of our minds. When it finds your thoughts, it soon finds everything else."

Whether or not she took his hand, Vaulkhar straightened. "You are so afraid of failure you've paralyzed yourself. Tell me, girl, how do you think you can overcome these many hardships locked away in your room, while those who rely on your leadership are left to fend for themselves?"

He moved to the door and motioned towards it with a lazy wave of his hand. "Come, let us determine what it is that's crippled your ship. If you are to be the leader your clan needs, you must walk among them. You must be strong."

Amali Mustra ​

 

[Amali Mustra]

Vaulkhar

Amali was truly intimidated, as this phantom spoke to her, his words penetrated her very being. She was very vulnerable in this state. Even with all of her confidence and bravery, her unfortunate position caused her to be weak. Even if she had all of her intelligence, it wasn't enough to exactly... stand tall and proud. Amali shook her head, somewhat afraid to speak, "I kn-know what has crippled the ship... Several months ago, my father and mother were in their last battle, and I was with them, on the bridge. In my fathers arrogance, thinking he was immortal, an explosion hit the bridge. I was saved, mostly," she raised her arms slightly just near her chest as she looked at her cybernetic hands, "my parents died. What I lost was soon replaced, but the Clan spent their wealth on saving me. They saved me, someone who they knew was never raised to lead." She sighed, trying to compose herself, "the battle left a lot of damage on the ship. A few other ships in the nomadic fleet are still damage, as well. My father kept his contacts and friends very quiet, and it seems we had no where to go, to port, to repair, or much more. I found an old contact of his so we could dock in their ports, but the residential section being pulled from the ship means a lot of death.... and we haven't even laid in a course to a port. I guess they're waiting for me to give the order, but I don't know if we can continue the voyage at this rate of damage.... at least the crew know better than me at repairing a ship and saving lives. I was only raised.... to kill."

 

[Vaulkhar]

Another tale told in earnest, one woven of tragedy and loss. Her father had made a mistake. It cost him more than his life, but the life of her mother, a clan's wealth, and of course, Amali's arm. Vaulkhar had heard such stories before. Of men and women drunk with their power, blind to reality up until their final moments. He was such a man once. His power, born of the dark side's corruptive influence, led him to believe he was unstoppable. Even after losing his arm to a Jedi Knight on Contruum in his youth, the fallen lived in a state of willful ignorance. Nothing could defeat him. None could challenge him. He was a Lord of the Sith, one of the strongest beings in the galaxy.

Those disillusions eventually came to an end. He learned to look past his shortsighted nature. To seek knowledge over power and peace over war. He was luckier than her father and far luckier than Amali.

"Well, we have two choices then, child," Vaulkhar remained by the door, arms crossed over his chest. "We can remain here together, hiding away in your room, until the ship eventually loses power. You would certainly die, but you would finally be free of these fears."

His gaze flickered to the door, then back to her. "Or we can find a means of getting you somewhere to repair your ships. The damage will need to be fixed one way or another if you intend on leading your clan. If the contact you know of is too far away to make the jump through hyperspace, we must chart a course elsewhere. There are plenty of seedy planets and stations out in the galaxy willing to take on a rogue fleet without asking any questions. What information do we have at our disposal aside from your father's missing contacts?"

Vaulkhar considered the last of her words, his musings kept to himself. She was raised kill, like many born to a lineage bathed in the dark side. He had walked a similar path once.

"You are no longer bound to your father's will, girl. If he failed to prepare you for the galaxy, you must take it upon yourself to grow stronger. Knowledge is an easy path to power. One you can take advantage of with enough resolve," he stepped away from the door, beginning to pace a wide circle around her. "You will always fail if you are unwilling to try. Be it fear or ignorance, you must overcome weakness to be a leader your clan can rely on."

Amali Mustra ​

 

[Amali Mustra]

Vaulkhar


Amali listened intently to the words the entity was saying, but what really struck her was his final statement. She was still sitting in the shoes her father made, and she was still trying to be subservient to someone, which no longer existed. It was true, her father was gone. The man that perpetrated her future from birth, designed her to be inhuman, a nonperson, a tool for his wishes. A mold to be shaped by him, and not her. But those chains were destroyed, by her very enemy. The enemy she went on escapades and crusades against, designated by her father, to fight and destroy, ended up becoming her own savior.

"You are no longer bound to your father's will, girl."

They rang in her head for a moment.

"If he failed to prepare you for the galaxy, you must take it upon yourself to grow stronger. "

For a moment more she paused, thinking and then understanding his words, taking them to heart. "I-it won't lose power, it was just... the residential section we lost. Part of our clan were pushed out into space. The power systems are fine, just some corridors we have to go around. I have confidence in my people, they have suffered through worse when I had no commanding authority. Many have left, and many lost, but the very loyal ones were the very capable ones." As she reached up to wipe her tears, her other hand reached behind her and grabbed an item that Lord Vinaze handed to her, "as for the distance to the Warlords of the Sith, I don't know," she held the item up to him, "they said this would guide us straight to them. But I'm not sure how far they are, or if the ship would hold up in hyperspace under its current damage." It was a Sith Wayfinder, but she didn't know what it was specifically. "I want to be a leader, and even though I don't know how to do that, I want to learn. I want the power and confidence to protect them. Would you... please.... help me?"

 

[Vaulkhar]

Amali's predicament seemed less precarious than Vaulkhar had initially thought. If they were not in danger of losing power and her ship had only taken minimal damage in the grand scheme of things, it wouldn't be difficult to push her along. A bit of prodding, perhaps a few kind words, something to reassure her. She seemed to have a loyal enough crew, even if they lacked faith in her ability to lead. She needed to take the first step. That was it. He couldn't do it for her, but maybe he could coax her into taking it for herself.

"If you are not in danger of losing power, then that makes things easier. So long as your food reserves are stocked, this fleet could likely limp to a nearby sector for support. It would be a long journey, though not impossible," Vaulkhar explained while moving back towards the door. Traveling from planet to planet outside of hyperspace was far from ideal. However, the alternative of starving to death, surrounded by your people, appeared worse. At least, he wouldn't have wanted to go out the way while alive.

"Confidence in those who follow you is another good sign. If they have the skills necessary to survive, we must push them forward. Wasting time in this room will not help your standing with your clan," he waved his hand dismissively, the force coming at his summons. The door slid open, revealing an empty hall. He moved beyond the confines of the room and looked back to Amali.

"You cannot trust a Sith," he said. "They will betray you at a moment's notice. If you hope to build up any semblance of power for yourself or your clan, you must do so with your own two hands, beyond the confines of the Brotherhood."

Her question took him by surprise. How many would ask an apparition for aid? Amali's situation may have made it easier on her. Lacking the power to solve her problems, seeking it from someone who could provide was a wise decision.

"You already show the makings of a leader. Those privileged few aware of their shortcomings can overcome them. You say you lack power? I can grant you insight into the force in ways no living practitioner would. You wish to be a strong leader? Then heed my advice," Vaulkhar looked deeper in the corridor, attention drifting away from the Sith pureblood. "A great leader is someone who stands for their beliefs, no matter the cost. They will face any challenge, tackle any obstacle, and not stop until they've either succeeded or perished in the process. Right now, you have the chance to prove to your people you are the leader they need you to be. So, what is it going to be? Will you lead them or hide here, crying, alone?"

Amali Mustra ​

 

[Amali Mustra]

Vaulkhar

Amali was quite embarrassed at this point, realizing she asked a ghost for help and as a weapon, crying her eyes out. She was being told to grow up by a dead man, which she felt shouldn't exactly be a thing that ever happens. But his words guided her, as if to pull her out of her slump, distracting her from the bad and encouraging her to create good. Not trusting a Sith was obvious, they would always short her father, but in the end some of them kept their word, and they were criminals in most ports eyes. Amali didn't know how long she would side with these Sith, considering her opinion of them, but they were the only safe port she was sure of at this point. As Amali attempted to speak up, the Admiral had come by, seemingly attempting to see the situation of the Monarch.

He seemed unphased by the force ghost, perhaps having seen one before. The Admiral was not wearing a disguise, showing his pureblood face. "Greetings," he greeted the ghost, "excuse me," he finished in Basic. He peered into the room, making sure to try and give the force ghost and himself room, not wishing to upset them. "Sith'ari," he smiled, "Nu ziji niriai iw tu'iyia arsutidi driyi ri âtiri pihbti. Nu irwasa j'us tuti muru. Nu shiyi an niti j'us nstûysûti wamsatsa tuti dzu dirmi dzis tarakwiyit zasoti. Nu shiyi kirjis wo iw ri rumsi wisosûtuna irshiwizi an sari diâ uyqkiha dzis niriai, kad tsakwa tuti rita. Mis asarji tu'iyia kirjis..." He wasn't even able to stop speaking before she ran out to hug him, it seemed she had a closer bond to this Admiral than her own father. He continued his sentence, then cleared his throat, getting her attention as he gently pulled her away. Once more embarrassed, but realizing the situation. She looked over at Vaulkhar, "Forgive me, Vaulkhar, this is Admiral Lâdâs," she stood straight and wiped her face, trying to make herself proper, "he was basically my uncle in my younger years.... he says we can't enter hyperspace, the ships structural integrity is too low. But that also means it might lose another section of the hull. We just don't have the parts for it. I don't know what to do..." Admiral Lâdâs watched Amali, before his eyes slowly went up to Vaulkhar as he extended a hand, but only out of respect, before pulling it back. "You are to thank, for bringing her out of her room," he said calmly and gently, a man knowing the right times to speak loudly, "she asked for your help because we are partially adrift in space, activating the engines may tear apart the ship. I've ordered a patrol ship to scavenge for parts."

Amali was terrified and unsure what the right solution to the predicament was, but it seemed the Admiral had already prepared the best they could, "Uuuh, yes... The Patrol ships, but send both. If time is limited, we have to do everything we can.... or abandon ship. How many are left aboard, Waiqa`?" The Admiral looked down out of sadness, "the entire residential section is gone, Sith'ari, we are trying to rescue who we can but there's very few. Onboard, less than one fifth of the original crew. Abandoning ship is an option." Amali froze up as she realized what had happened. Two months ago this ship had almost 1,500 souls on board. After the battle, they lost five-hundred souls. Aside from those who left Clan Mustras service - the disloyal ones - almost four hundred souls died in the residential section. Her clans future...

 

[Vaulkhar]

"Hmm," Vaulkhar straightened at the Admiral's arrival. The apparition listened in silence, intent on learning what information Amali's companion could provide that she couldn't.

The man, Ladas, was certainly a professional. From what Vaulkhar could tell, the ship likely remained afloat even now from Ladas' quick thinking and experience at the helm. What emotion displayed supported the claim to a familial figure, which made the situation easier to approach. Not having to explain his presence, that of a spectral man, allowed them all to broach much more important matters, such as the ship's integrity, or lack thereof.

"You needn't thank me, I've merely reminded the girl of her responsibilities to her clan. I can offer my aid in collecting scrap and bringing aboard those you've lost with the ship's residential quarters practically being spaced," Vaulkhar looked from the Admiral to Amali. "However, in doing so, I may save this ship and those in danger, but it will sap what strength I have. Maintaining this form is not easy. Even being at one with the force has its limitations. The weave does like when I wander about on a journey such as this."

He strode out into the hall, looking left and right down the corridor.

"What would you like me to do, child? I will save your ship and your men, but you'll ultimately be responsible for getting back to port. It will be several days before I can manifest again," the dead man turned back to the pair. "If staying here will be more useful, I can do that as well. A decision needs to be made. Will we patrol the wreckage or abandon the ship and move on to something else? The more time we waste, the more lives that are destroyed. A great leader is not only strong but also decisive. In the face of a crisis, you must be ready to do everything in your power to lessen the effects."

Amali Mustra ​

 

[Amali Mustra]

Vaulkhar

Amali seemed to be overwhelmed with a lot all at once, and she was not an ideal problem solver. Her experience in problem solving was combat, but she didn't think her expertise would be appropriate in combating this situation. Amali realized her inappropriate gesture to hugging Ladas, however, and slowly pulled her arms down. Ridiculous! An advanced weapon, trained to kill and never take prisoners... crying and hugging a man. She sighed, trying to calm her thoughts. That's what she was good at; focusing her mind on the situation at hand. But just before she was able to speak, Ladas spoke up once more, putting a hand on her shoulder to try and relax her and take the burden off of her. "Might I suggest," Ladas spoke up, looking to the ghost who had seemingly made itself apparent to Amali and posing to assist them, "and I do not wish to offend, but - if you say you have the power of sorcery, might you be able to surround the ship in a gentle grasp so we may engage our engines safely? Our cultists and sorcerers refuse to advance in power greater than their Sith'ari if they practice it out of respect, but theirs combined with the few elders we have, surely would be enough to keep us safe?"

Amali looked at Ladas and smiled, he was obviously the intelligent one. And he made sure to never over step Amali's authority. He looked down at her and smiled in unison, "of course, it is only a suggestion, Sith'ari," he looked back up to the force ghost, the smile fading, "those in the residential section are gone, and truthfully, we aren't truly with spare time. My heart was holding out for hope." The realization washed over Amali's face. This meant that they would not have actually had time to go out and salvage for metals. Ladas would have sent shuttles out and crews to gather, and since what was left on the ship probably would have gone out to help - if not all, including herself - Ladas would have attempted a silent evacuation of the ship. A question loomed in her head... would he have went out to help, or would he have claimed to work with the crews returning where to take the pieces and supplies? But that didn't matter, she looked at Vaulkhar, with desperation and pleaded, "I want to.... see you again." She approached him, though she couldn't reach out to him, "I've done this before, and if you hadn't have come, I would have only left the room when it was too late. But we need your help. I don't want to lose my fathers ship, there's still a place for my people to live on this ship, the others in the fleet are not prepared for living onboard as long as we do." She raised her hands, clasping them together as they came to her chest, "will you, please?"

 

[Vaulkhar]

"Hold the ship together? That is all?" Vaulkhar asked. "Had you come sooner and asked this of me, we'd be well on our way."

The apparition turned from the pair to embark down the hall. Before he could make his departure, Amali placed herself in his path, hands clasped together. The mantle of leadership hung awkwardly from her shoulders. She wasn't like those from his past life. They'd built an empire together, side by side. Tavlar, Vexen, Paxxus, they were all experienced in war. Each of them was a leader in their own right. Together, they forged the New Imperial Order and toppled the Sith Empire from their seat of power, Bastion. The Crimson Saber molded them all. Vengeance and hatred guided their neverending crusade.

Only Vaulkhar found an escape. Absolution freed him from the endless death march—one battlefield from the next, thousands dead with each clash of nations. These men were titans, the galaxy, their playground.

Amali shared no similarities from what the fallen Jedi could tell. Her experience was far too similar to his. They were weapons, honed to perfection by those who wielded them. It took decades of battle before Vaulkhar looked beyond the trappings of his life and found a greater purpose for his existence. Maybe he could do the same for her. If what he learned in his life could free her from her chains, it all be worth it.

A peace denied him.

He looked down and met Amali's gaze.

"I will return after the jump," he shifted his attention from her to Ladas. "With your caretaker's guidance, I'm sure everything will turn out alright. Give me a moment."

Vaulkhar stepped around her and stalked down the corridor away from the duo. His ethereal body faded away into nothing within seconds. His presence expanded around the ship like a thin blanket. With no physical evidence of his being there, only those intuned to the metaphysical recognized the fallen's power.

Amali Mustra ​

 

[Amali Mustra]

Vaulkhar


Amali was more attentive than ever, as she watched Vaulkhar turn to leave, slowly dissipating. She went to reach out to him, call to him, even.... but Ladas put his hand on her shoulder. Ladas nodded out of respect. Truthfully, he didn't know what this would do to the spirit, he only understood the power they held in passing, and of what the elders informed him before he presented himself to the spirit. He hadn't acted hostile in any manner, as even if the spirit was going to be hostile with Amali, it would have either done so already, and not worked so diligently to clam her nerves. She wasn't an easy one, in fact, she was a wreck. Ladas didn't know if this would harm or tear the spirit apart, but this was a gift to their people and it should be respected. Ladas reached up to his chin, activating a comms device, "Sniyiai, kam dari j'us ziji?" He was speaking o the elders, as he turned himself and Amali towards the bridge.

"Mis winwi zo tzirji midwan uhutzêû" they said over the comms, loud enough for Amali to hear. Ladas looked down at Amali and gestured his head in a nod towards the front of the ship, suggesting they head to the bridge. Amali's saddened expression left her face, as she realized once more what was at cost, and nodded back in determination. They both mentally understood each other and agreed, then and there, as they each took a step and quickly racing to the bridge. "Wisa raka, jani arsia dzis tarakwiyit winsi. Sûrs, tash ir ri watsiyini dorijizi," Ladas said again over the comms as they both continued to the bridge. Immediately, the Elders began to use their collective abilities to join in sync with the spirit of Vaulkhar who already spent their power as best they could. The Elders did their best to hold onto places where Vaulkhar was out of reach, or supported his own strength.

Once they got to the bridge, no one wasted any time. They were like a well oiled machine, and took their appropriate positions. Ladas checked with his officers and made sure the coordinates were correct, and Amali went to the front viewport and raised her arms beside her. She began speaking, tghough it was more of a humming. Perhaps a chant or a hymn of an ancient dialect the others couldn't quite understand. Amali was speaking a language that her parents taught her, a form of High Sith that was more like code. But she said it in a sweet tone as her body resonated, the Dark Side surrounding her as she joined the Elders while they joined Vaulkhar. Ladas finished up and approached Amali slowly, gently putting a hand on her shoulder as he straightened his neck, seemingly uncomfortable for some reason before taking a deep breath. Vaulkhar would probably sense that Amali was using his life force to increase her own power. "Norzi ri sacutahcûknit" Ladas struggled to say, giving a command to the officers as they proceeded to activate the hyperdrive.

The entire ship began to shake and rattle, part of the ship didn't want to move, while the rest of the ship tried to leave this real space. The ship creaked and roared, but it didn't faulter. Amali and the Elders poured everything they could into the ship and Vaulkhar to hold it together, and it was no small ship. As hyperspace opened up in front of them, it seemed the ship wouldn't proceed. It was at that moment, the crew understood what needed to be done. They all began to close their eyes while the Elders make a Sith Sorcery chant, and bright purple streams started to leave the crew. The crew held still, although many expressed they were in pain. It was important to note that not many of the crew were remaining now, but there were multiple force-like streams of purple energy leaving their bodies. These streams left them and slowly connected to Amali, who began to rapidly pant, taking deep breaths as if she was being exerted. She was becoming overwhelmed, as suddenly her eyes opened wide. Her eyes had the purple glow as she yelled in anguish, "Zutsûzys an snari midwan!" Ladas was in significantly more pain now, but he powered through. A bridge officer struggled, but pushed the engines to max. The ship rocked, like a house partially falling off a cliff, but it decidedly stayed together. It lurched forward as they jumped into hyperspace to their designated coordinates.

Amali would spend the entire trip like this, for several hours, but the crew seemed to be released from this trance just after they entered hyperspace. It seemed to be a variant of Force Drain, but the clan had a special ability to merely offer their power, in order to strength the one they chose to be worthy. Amali was not used to this, however, as when the trip ended, she fell over in debilitating pain. Ladas, also in extreme pain, powered through as best he can, catching her before she fell. After Amali's pain subsided, it seemed she was mostly exhausted, however for her, it felt like she ran a marathon and pulled every muscle in her body. But the trip was over, and they were in Warlords of the Sith space. The officers immediately broadcasting a distress beacon and requesting emergency docking with a nearby repair station. Amali did it, she saved her people. But this was only their first hurdle.