Daughter of Fen
Malachor V was a graveyard, its surface riddled with ancient starships, brought to an end by a superweapon fired by a Jedi. Another war, another time, yet it seemed the pattern was the same. Put Jedi in a war and they all lose sight of what it is they stand for.
Peace.
What was peace? Mia didn't know it, nor would she ever know it. Chained to the ground in a white room, her body racked with pain, she knew in the moments that [member="Nemene Talith"] left her to suffer, she realised that even in death she would be at war, fighting her own sins. There were so many things Mia shouldn't have done. She shouldn't have gone after Moridin all those years ago, she should never have taken the reigns as Mandalore, and she should never have followed the trail to Felucia. All her pain was self inflicted, she had too often allowed her pride to override rational thought. She pleaded for an end to the pain, for death, but it wouldn't come. She hadn't left a trail to be followed this time, her brothers would not come for her.
The rooms she was in matched that of every other room, white rooms, white corridors, identical in appearance. This was not a prison to be escaped easily, this was a maze, a maze that echoed with the screams of the victims of the Rattatak Sisters.
Mia made a vow, that if she ever got out of here, if she ever knew freedom, she would find her end and she would take the sith with her.
[member="Ordo"]
Peace.
What was peace? Mia didn't know it, nor would she ever know it. Chained to the ground in a white room, her body racked with pain, she knew in the moments that [member="Nemene Talith"] left her to suffer, she realised that even in death she would be at war, fighting her own sins. There were so many things Mia shouldn't have done. She shouldn't have gone after Moridin all those years ago, she should never have taken the reigns as Mandalore, and she should never have followed the trail to Felucia. All her pain was self inflicted, she had too often allowed her pride to override rational thought. She pleaded for an end to the pain, for death, but it wouldn't come. She hadn't left a trail to be followed this time, her brothers would not come for her.
The rooms she was in matched that of every other room, white rooms, white corridors, identical in appearance. This was not a prison to be escaped easily, this was a maze, a maze that echoed with the screams of the victims of the Rattatak Sisters.
Mia made a vow, that if she ever got out of here, if she ever knew freedom, she would find her end and she would take the sith with her.
[member="Ordo"]