L O S T
W O O D S
In the beginning, there was no Care.
When Rience first looked upon the distant world, he did not see through the lens of adoration. Nor duty. Nor honor. No, in those days, the man walked upon a foundation of survival and lived with ambition in his veins. The fall of his home - the One Sith Empire - had been the rudest awakening of his life. All that he thought to be insurmountable was ripped asunder. All that he had built alongside his Master had turned to ash. In that distant past, the world he stumbled upon became the seat of his ambitions.
For never again would he bow to anything. Never again would he be forced into the shadows like some vermin.
The world itself was not free from troubles. In fact, it was the growing turbulence which Rience thought perfect for his desires. Ruled was it by a Moff-turned-Warlord. A man who once oversaw the planet's fealty and resources to the Empire now lined his coffers with their efforts. And, in the wake of the Empire's fall, he cracked the whip even harder than before. He deluded himself into thinking he was unstoppable - that he was the God of this world. Rience would see him fall and, in the beginning, wanted to take that same throne.
That is, until his ambitions brought him before Tova. She was an unremarkable woman who called this unremarkable planet home. Yet, underneath the calloused hands and tired eyes was...something truly remarkable. Whilst Rience attempted to sow the seeds of rebellion amidst her peers, she sowed seeds of her own. For the first time, ever, Rience cared beyond his own wants. Cared to see this woman, and by extension her people, happy once again. As time moved ever forward, they knew love. And their love brought [member="Myka"] into being.
Myka would remember the man Tova helped to build - the hero who helped set their world free.
Yet, she would grow without knowing his embrace. As the battles raged, Rience was buried under an ordnance blast. He was thought dead and never returned home. Yet, in truth, he lived and wandered blind across the stars. His ambitions. His child. His very name. All were stricken from his mind...until very recent history. And, once restoration had dawned upon the man, he very quickly seized a Scimitar and made his way back across the stars. Hesitation gripped him as his boots set foot upon the planet's surface.
Doubts. Would she remember him? What would Tova say? Were they even alive? His gut screamed to go to Tova's home and to see what happened. His mind...led him elsewhere. He came upon the old, moss-covered path into the woods they often trekked. Followed the twists and turns until he found the base of that old, towering tree. There were many days where Rience keened his skills with the saber here, whilst his little girl looked on and cheered. Yet, now, there was only quiet.
Descend gripped him thus and he sat down amidst the brush and the twigs. A nervous sigh escaped his lips and filled the open air. It was only then that a faint whoosh captivated his ears. Perking up slightly, he noticed a gleam but a stone's throw away from where he sat. A blade whirled in the hands of a woman. Sweat beaded upon her brow. Her form was...sloppy, but it would do in a pinch from what he saw. "You there." he called. "You'll only get yourself killed swinging like that. Who taught you?"
Ah well, for but a moment he could ease the butterflies in his stomach with a distraction.