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Ships and Mass Graves [Fel Imperium Ship Yard Thread]

The bricks slowly made their way around and up, in his mind at the very least. What doubts he did have about their creation in the Force, however, were washed away by his cognitive concentration. He could not let worries and doubts distract him from the goal: being able to finally stop knowing how people felt. It happened a few times, in rare circumstances, but it was not common.
When he was finally satisfied with his imaginary brick-work his eyes opened and he saw Garn in front of him. At first he felt nothing out of the ordinary, nothing of note or meaning. It was bliss; to have someone so deeply affected by the genocide that had occurred and, more-than-likely, was still occurring just a few miles away, so close and not be able to physically sympathise with them. Have a need to discuss how they felt because it was not mutual, but then a rising feeling bubbled inside his stomach. His breathing became disrupted and unrythmic, it was shallow and fast, few heavy sucks of air were taken. His head rushed and felt warm all of a sudden, eyes unfocused for a split second and he felt unbalanced. If he were standing, he would have stumbled.

The bricks did not protect him. That much was visibly clear by his reaction.

@[member="Veino Garn"]
 
@[member="Voroll Dey Astaar"]

Veino watched closely for his reaction, and then brought his walls back up to seal the emotions off when he saw how badly it was effecting Voroll. That wasn't good. He took a few steps closer, concern etched across his face. "How bad was it?" Bad enough to almost knock him over then. He'd have to come up with some other way to block them out, then. It would definitely be difficult. Especially since he wasn't sure how to teach it.
 
"Bad enough. I don't want to be a mirror, though." He muttered as his hands fell to the ground, scooping up some loose fragments of dirt and watching them drift out of his palm. He did not want to try the bricks again, since they did nothing that time. But nor did he wish to give up completely. Since to give up was to fail and to fail was... well... failure. He distracted himself from the thoughts of failure by thinking of a nickname for Veino, since he had not said it once in all the time the pair were there. He hardly knew him, to be fair, but Voroll felt his new friend needed a nickname of some description.
Vey? Varno? Brick? It was not completely inappropriate, and completely relevant. But would it stick? It seemed more like a military nickname than a personal one, but this was one of the only things he knew of the Cadet. He used bricks to block his emotional telepathy. Bricks. He had no idea when he would use the name, or even if the other empath would find offence through the name. Only time would tell.

@[member="Veino Garn"]
 
Veino nodded and took a seat, leaning against the speeder. This was harder than he thought. What was it bout bricks and walls that worked for him? He frowned, thinking. He gave a slow nod. The walls in his room were brick, and they'd be the most stable things around, especially after she'd left and everything was shaky. They'd been the steadiest things in his life, and he'd spend half the night just leaning against them. He took a quick breath, shoving the poignant cocktail of emotions aside. "When you think of stability, strength, and protection, what comes to mind?"

@[member="Voroll Dey Astaar"]
 
The question left Voroll at a loss for words; this was the first time he had to think about stability, strength or protection and the imagery associated with those terms. So he sat there, his head cocked a little after looking at @[member=Veino Garn] for only the briefest of moments. Then his eyes, followed quickly by the rest of his head, moved to another direction - even if only by two inches.
What were his first thoughts when he thought of either of those words? Did he think of rolling hills and a stable ecosystem? A mighty warrior whose armour had been scarred by battle or did he think of a loving mother-animal protecting her young until the death? In truth, he did not know. They were words to him with no real meaning associated to them.
The possibilities for this were near-enough endless; each of the three words could have a multitude of images that sprang to his mind - a triangle could adequately be applied to all three - yet it did not hold meaning to him.

[Will do another post to continue this one shortly. Got distracted and lost my train of thought.]
 
@[member="Voroll Dey Astaar"]
Veino sat patiently, waiting, letting his friend think things through. That was a difficult question to answer. It could take some time. He sifted sand through his fingers, listening to the ghost-like hiss of the wind drift by. It was lonely here. This whole planet was lonely. He could feel it at times, an emptiness and separation that came from so many beings looking out for themselves. There was hope mixed in too now. It would be interesting too see how it played out and changed. Until then though, all he could do was wait.
 

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