Serenity out of War

[Aithne Charr]

Solan sat alone in the Circle Eternal, a place that had once been a sacred site for the Keshiri before the Sith had arrived and destroyed it along with their very way of life before merging it with their own. There were things where this was good but his eyes had been saddened to learn that a place of such beauty was destroyed during that time. So Solan had had it remade and instead of being sacred ground this time he proclaimed it would be a place of peace and beauty beyond all else. This had been supported by a set of shield generators that would protect this place over any other on the planet, even his own palace only keeping a backup generator should the planetary shields fail. He did this for only one reason and that was he was tired to see things destroyed.​

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He had grown tired of war and while he still fought as willingly as before he did find himself more and more separated from battle than he had been in the past. There were times for warriors, times for poets, times for politicians and he considered himself none of those. He was a man who looked at the world and separated its beauty from its horror. He was sure of what he did and even if it made no strategic purpose at all.​

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He was here not for a simple visit though, there was an old contact of a friend of his that he yearned to meet and the thought of such a meeting was rather entertaining. One Spencer jacobs, a queen in her own right though very little more spoke about her. Yusan sure did guard his secrets even from his double, and now Solan would meet the woman whom his ally had once served under in the senate of the republic.​

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer had rarely set foot on Kesh, it was never a planet she had the opportunity to visit. Though with her travels now, she accepted the invitation that was sent her way. It was a proper message and Spencer assumed it was an event and a meeting that she should be properly dressed for. So the spacer clothing and the soot on her face were gone. They were replaced with a gown that clung a little too tightly to the curves of her frame and her hair twisted up in a regal sort of look. It had been some time since she had worn an outfit like this. The way she ran things on Eshan were simple and mostly from holocall – she would visit the planet a few times a month, but even then the woman allowed a council to run things.

She knew her face was just there to provide hope and some order to the planet. Her age still young especially to the civilians on Eshan. Her people were safe and she was exploring the galaxy at large. One day, she hoped to pass the crown to a worthy successor, if not then Ibaris would bear the crown – then possibly rule the planet like she had. The thoughts of the girl, her daughter taking her place on Eshan seemed odd, the child wasn’t of Echani blood (or so she thought). Which meant she couldn’t properly rule. Frowning, Spencer decided not to think of matters such as that when she was only in her late 20s. Yes, the galaxy was dangerous, but she had seen enough of it to know how to survive.

Making her way through the Circle Eternal, she didn’t recognize it from the pictures she had seen growing up in the temple. Remembering bits and pieces of recent history – she remembered that the Sith had invaded Kesh and in Sith ways they probably destroyed the beauty of this place. Still, the rebuild was just as beautiful as the previous incarnation. The soft click of heels moved against the stone walk way as she made her way towards where [member="Solan Charr"] was waiting for her. A smile crossed her face as she walked closer to him and waved slightly. “Solan Charr right? Its really pretty out here, thank you for invited me.”

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

His eyes traveled up from the flower he was tending, a violet shaded rose like natural creation. His presence both seemed dark but in no way malevolent as he smiled at the woman and with his head slowly waved for her to sit down. "Greetings, it is a pleasure to have one such as yourself here. Yusan in no way skipped out on your details though he did regret to tell me the rather shock you present." His eyes only focused on her face as his hands removed themselves from the space around the flower so that he could turn. Once done they rested in his lap where he kept them before waiting for her to sit as well.

"I must say, i was quite surprised to hear you accept my invitation. While i do get a rather unusual frequency of guests most of them are old friends or inquisitive Jedi that don't seem to trust me. Granted i do fight on the republics behalf as a Darksider but you would think after the fourth or fifth Jedi they would realize i would in no way cause trouble that would violate the ideals they hold so close." He liked to talk, why people wondered sometimes. They always jumped to the vain answer, that he just liked to hear himself speak, and they couldn't be more wrong. No he chose to speak rather than sit and study those around him. Rather than brood and plot for a simple reason. For every moment someone spoke, for every moment there was conversation there was no fighting. There was peace even in the most hostile of words and only when ones actions disturb that does the appeal or words leave this galaxy.

Granted he did like learning about people too and conversation brought out things about someone that actions matched. The tone, the way they spoke the words, the quickness of a response, the changes in the tiniest bit of breathing. Just like he had been shown to study a person's body he studied their words, and the way that they spoke. He refrained from doing that to his guests though, it was simply rude. Emotions were difficult though, his empathy told him what they felt whether he liked it or not.

 

[Allyson Locke]

The man spoke and Spencer drew closer as the flower he tended to caught her attention. She listened to him, mostly confused as to what shock he was referring to. A slim index finger scratched the side of her cheek nervously, was this a bad thing, was the dress she was wearing not appropriate? Spencer wondered quietly if she should have worn her typical spacer clothing to this meeting. Her lips pressed together as she continued to listen to him talk, the man seemed to need to explain himself at every which way. Though she didn’t blame him for feeling like that, being a darksider in the Republic - he probably had to explain his way out of a lot of things.

She felt his sensitivity, which meant he was like her - an empath. Though in this occasion she shut herself off from him and vice versa. Conversation was more entertaining that way, to be able to read someone by their expression after you’ve said or done something. It made things too easy if you could read their emotions as they felt them sometimes even before they truly realized they felt them. “Yusan is a good man, he’s done good work with the Echani. I couldn’t ask for someone better. Stepped in at the right time. I appreciate everything he’s done. As for the Republic, I’m sure they don’t trust even their own shadow now a days. Especially with...uh what was her name…” It took Spencer a moment to remember the woman’s name, the one that the Republic seemingly weighed everything on. “Oh, Daella...Daella Apparine. Ever since she revealed herself to be Sith - I’m sure they are on edge constantly.”

Spencer mused on that reveal, sometimes things were just too good to be true. “I would be lying if I didn’t find it amusing that she turned on them that quickly, or was able to hide her true self all that time. The Republic is losing favor quickly, its sad really.” Arms crossed behind her back as she shook her head. Her mind wandered easily to the time Ashin and she stood before the council for judgement, to see if they were worthy to rejoin the Order. A smile crossed her face, a smile that she only had when she thought fondly of Ashin Varanin and the memories they had together. Spencer pulled herself back and looked at Solan. “You spoke of me having some sort of shock. What shock do I present? I apologize if it's something terrible…”

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

"Your beauty my dear, that is the shock. While it is true a number of people in your position are of a superior physical appearance, it is usually not in combination with the rather curious power you have behind it as well. For example, i know already from just sitting here you outclass me in numerous ways, too many for me to honestly count. But i can also tell that you arent one to act on either your beauty or your power... or atleast i hope im reading you right..My usual way seems to not be working." His hand wrapped around the stem of another flower before drawing the fingers up it and pausing at the petals as he smile in an almost sad way. He waited only long enough for her to respond before his eyes would return to her and he would nod.

"Do sit down Miss, I can have a chair brought if you so desire. And as for the former Jedi Daella... I am rather curious of that one. The effort she must have taken to hide her aura and corruption is admirable, i truly do wish to see the event again if it ever came to pass. From the front row this time for when it does, i am sure there is one sith somewhere in their ranks already." He closed his eyes as his own aura expanded for a moment. His hand moved at the same time at a speed like the sap of a tree. Pulling up from the flower as his own strands intertwined with the flower's, its growth being accelerated slowly.