Private Reprieve

[Voreth]

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The escape had been eventful, to say the least. A shared voice among the escapees, boons of power and knowledge dispersed to those that obeyed the bidding of their new patron. It left Voreth with much to ponder. He knew of the Force being used to bolster nearby allies, but this was something beyond his understanding entirely. Something he desired to investigate further. Did this Patron even know she was providing these boons? Did they even come from her directly? Was she even a she? Voreth hated questions without answer. But he hated slavery more. So for that, he could content himself for now.

The same vessel that had borne he and the other escapees to Nar Shadda had now been commandeered, and was flying them...elsewhere. Voreth did not know where, nor did he care. He'd left that to the more able-bodied among them. All he knew was that the Voice had directed them to stop for more....followers. But even then, he knew not the location nor the circumstances they'd collected their new passengers in. He hadnt even been made aware of their aquisition till after they'd... been aquired. He instead had busied himself with the retrieval of his personal belongings. Most of it was missing or damaged, but such was the fate of a scholar like himself. Within the small shoulderbag was a collection of datapads, most of them older and refurbished.

Voreth powered on the first, and frowned slightly at the garbled text he was greeted with. The screen had been broken, rendering the datapad nearly illegible to a Miraluka like him. He fumbled through the menus to the diagnostic screen, and ran a file check. Screens he could replace easy enough. Corrupted data or broken data storage was a different, and far more costly problem. As best he could, Voreth meant to begin researching their new patron in earnest.

But another goal captured his attention. His sister. Lyssara Talis . Not a sister in the traditional sense. No, their species was so rare that the entire people saw themselves as family. Considering that his people rarely left their home planet, and there were now at least two failed colonies of record, they were hardly ever seen beyond the boundaries of their home system. In fact she was the only Miraluka he'd found since his parents. But that wasn't what interested him so. It was her use of the Nightsister Magicks. He'd made a note during the escape to ask her how to make that Force Blade she'd summoned. And it was a note he intended to follow up on. But first, he had to make sure his small little archive was safe from harm. And if it were not, assess the damage and figure out how he was going to pay for the repairs...

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Tags: Lyssara Talis || Testament Members
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[Lyssara Talis]

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Location: Spaaaaaace!

Tags: Voreth || Open
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Lyssara, sat in the dimly lit cargo bay, a confusing combination of both vulnerability and power., The blindfold that concealed her eyes was a testament to her Miraluka heritage, an outward sign of her connection to the Force. She was distressed though she did her best to conceal it. She lowered her head slightly and withdrew the hood from her cloak, raven black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast to the pale nature of her complexion. The few rogue strands that framed the delicate features of her face, partially veiled the intense emotions etched on her face. Despite the ordeal she had endured, there was an undeniable elegance in her bearing a grace that hid the turmoil within..

She had known of the power of witches, though she had never seen it or felt the absolute depths of its darkness before. Despite the desperation of the situation she never once hesitated to use Sheristas power, even when the witch unleashed an army of undead. It was a realization that the powers that now existed within her, that felt so dark and vile, were a part of her. She could feel her connection to the Force was marred by the echoes of the witch's influence. She couldn't escape the lingering unease as if she stepped too lightly into these waters she would be swept away.

The clamoring of the others across the ship could be heard faintly, they were the first thing that she tuned out, she was grateful for their assistance but she did not trust any of them. Trust was a luxury right now she could ill afford. Lyssara sought solace in meditation. Cross-legged on the cold durasteel floor of the cargo bay, she delved into the recesses of her own mind, attempting to calm the storm within. The cargo bay hummed with the distant sounds of the ship's engines.

She gratefully latched on to the sound of the engines and instead focused on it in her mind, and one by one it drowned out the other thoughts. The journey ahead was uncertain, she would need to be on guard and to do that her mind needed to be as sharp as her skills.


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