Darth Gyaumchem
Myrkr
Jungles
He'd started to sniff, before the thin long groan purged the quiet of the night. At first the Echani thought an intruder must have broken in to the quarters she shared with her new beau. So new, in fact, they weren't sleeping in the same room, nor did Ahani sleep at all. Eight hundred years of meditative states were hard to kick and besides, Ahani had enough nightmares when her eyes closed to avoid the state all together. What passed for sleep in the Elder Echani's life was a brisk and constant flow of meditation, halted by the gurgles which waxed familiar in her trained ears. The groan grew, as Ahani knew it would. [member="Aran Ordo"] was having a nightmare. Ahani grit her teeth and put her hands on her knees, rising up from her view of the cosmos outside the small ship veering from Tatooine toward Mandalore. Was the familiar space of the Mando'ade going to cure her companion of his nightly horrors, or was the pain a deeper burden?
Ahani padded into the bedroom where Aran slept, nudging the door open and sliding against the wall. His chest rose and fell in stages of distress, neck twitching, face a mass of twitches and groans. Aran's left hand grasped at the sheets, his legs shifting under the film of his nightly terrors. He was a man imprisoned by a history of horrors and that was a state of being his companion was as familiar with as she was the scars on her own skin. She sat by his bedside, incapable of the further motion of waking him from his sleep. How could she?
Had she not the cause to feel as guilty as any Party? The menace stroking his face had the feel of the Dark. Had the Dark not been her bastion, her respite from the tortures of her past? Ahani dared to drift a finger along his brow, yanking the hand away as he twitched violently. No, Ahani didn't have the trust embedded in him yet to wake and try to comfort him. But helplessness wasn't a trait Ahani cared to acknowledge. The Echani pulled a thin piece of tac-tech from her pocket and pushed the fingerpad. A slight sonic reverberation echoed, barely detectable by human ears. Manu had given it to her for her own attempts at sleep. The vibrations triggered a different state of the sleep cycle, pushing the individual past dreaming into a more restful solid state. It couldn't cure nightmares, but surpass them until the body naturally worked to rise. Ahani stuck the suggestive noise on the underside of his bed and walked out. By morning it would disconnect, turn silent and discintigrate. Hopefully in that time Aran would sleep more soundly. Exiting the room, Ahani walked through the Isdihar I'Timad to the small bridge, the luxury yacht had been a gift upon receiving her Mastership, how empty it seemed now as a bastion of tin, tesh terenthium and old ghosts. Putting herself in the pilot's chair, Ahani kicked her boot up on the console and bit at her finger.
Myrkr. Hope sprung in that jungle world. Yet, Myrkr wasn't the only den of the once mad Exhani's Favorite pet and animal companion. Munto Cudro also, but too Sith. Too foreign. The spirits which lied in Munto Cudro's orbit sat shallow in their graves - Ahani's training in the Sith took place there, her life with the past was placed in that soil. Not Munto Cudro. That left Myrkr.
But the Ysalamiri were a deep rooted concern. Would the Force Bond keeping Manu alive be sustained if she were caught in the yellow creatures' bubble? To hunt Vornskr on Myrkr for the respite of her future lover was to give her son and possibly herself a dance with the reaper. Cut from the Force, would Ahani survive? Would Manu? Ahani brushed a tear from her cheek, feeling the liquid bleed from her eyelid as she changed course.
Genuine evil had stolen Aran's nights and his disquieted moments. Ahani Najwa had been a cog in the demonic machine and did she not need to correct the wrongs done in days and years past? 'Manu, forgive me if this causes your eternal sleep. Find a place to meditate on the Living Force, son. Keep to it until I tell you otherwise. I love you.'
She waited until she felt a positive emotional response from her son before the engines burst and Myrkr came within her sensor array. Manu had told his mother to find a life, and what a life she'd found. Was one act worth a life potentially ended in the pursuit of wholeness for Aran?
Ahani pulled on her jacket and slid Anandi in its sheath to her right hip, pulled her hair back in a ponytail and left directions for her scant crew of Handmaidens and Guards to give Aran a hearty breakfast in the morning. . . And stand by if her vital signs cut out completely. They were to tell him only if in the six hours from the point she touched down what she'd done, and to withhold any news from Sabarene until she found her way back.
The ground was soft, the jungle pleasant in mid morning where she'd landed. Ahani took in a deep wanton breath, and let her senses in the Force spread around her. Pockets of void had Ahani holding her breath as she walked through the trees and searched the ground cover for padded, claw born paws and a stiff growl.
Jungles
He'd started to sniff, before the thin long groan purged the quiet of the night. At first the Echani thought an intruder must have broken in to the quarters she shared with her new beau. So new, in fact, they weren't sleeping in the same room, nor did Ahani sleep at all. Eight hundred years of meditative states were hard to kick and besides, Ahani had enough nightmares when her eyes closed to avoid the state all together. What passed for sleep in the Elder Echani's life was a brisk and constant flow of meditation, halted by the gurgles which waxed familiar in her trained ears. The groan grew, as Ahani knew it would. [member="Aran Ordo"] was having a nightmare. Ahani grit her teeth and put her hands on her knees, rising up from her view of the cosmos outside the small ship veering from Tatooine toward Mandalore. Was the familiar space of the Mando'ade going to cure her companion of his nightly horrors, or was the pain a deeper burden?
Ahani padded into the bedroom where Aran slept, nudging the door open and sliding against the wall. His chest rose and fell in stages of distress, neck twitching, face a mass of twitches and groans. Aran's left hand grasped at the sheets, his legs shifting under the film of his nightly terrors. He was a man imprisoned by a history of horrors and that was a state of being his companion was as familiar with as she was the scars on her own skin. She sat by his bedside, incapable of the further motion of waking him from his sleep. How could she?
Had she not the cause to feel as guilty as any Party? The menace stroking his face had the feel of the Dark. Had the Dark not been her bastion, her respite from the tortures of her past? Ahani dared to drift a finger along his brow, yanking the hand away as he twitched violently. No, Ahani didn't have the trust embedded in him yet to wake and try to comfort him. But helplessness wasn't a trait Ahani cared to acknowledge. The Echani pulled a thin piece of tac-tech from her pocket and pushed the fingerpad. A slight sonic reverberation echoed, barely detectable by human ears. Manu had given it to her for her own attempts at sleep. The vibrations triggered a different state of the sleep cycle, pushing the individual past dreaming into a more restful solid state. It couldn't cure nightmares, but surpass them until the body naturally worked to rise. Ahani stuck the suggestive noise on the underside of his bed and walked out. By morning it would disconnect, turn silent and discintigrate. Hopefully in that time Aran would sleep more soundly. Exiting the room, Ahani walked through the Isdihar I'Timad to the small bridge, the luxury yacht had been a gift upon receiving her Mastership, how empty it seemed now as a bastion of tin, tesh terenthium and old ghosts. Putting herself in the pilot's chair, Ahani kicked her boot up on the console and bit at her finger.
Myrkr. Hope sprung in that jungle world. Yet, Myrkr wasn't the only den of the once mad Exhani's Favorite pet and animal companion. Munto Cudro also, but too Sith. Too foreign. The spirits which lied in Munto Cudro's orbit sat shallow in their graves - Ahani's training in the Sith took place there, her life with the past was placed in that soil. Not Munto Cudro. That left Myrkr.
But the Ysalamiri were a deep rooted concern. Would the Force Bond keeping Manu alive be sustained if she were caught in the yellow creatures' bubble? To hunt Vornskr on Myrkr for the respite of her future lover was to give her son and possibly herself a dance with the reaper. Cut from the Force, would Ahani survive? Would Manu? Ahani brushed a tear from her cheek, feeling the liquid bleed from her eyelid as she changed course.
Genuine evil had stolen Aran's nights and his disquieted moments. Ahani Najwa had been a cog in the demonic machine and did she not need to correct the wrongs done in days and years past? 'Manu, forgive me if this causes your eternal sleep. Find a place to meditate on the Living Force, son. Keep to it until I tell you otherwise. I love you.'
She waited until she felt a positive emotional response from her son before the engines burst and Myrkr came within her sensor array. Manu had told his mother to find a life, and what a life she'd found. Was one act worth a life potentially ended in the pursuit of wholeness for Aran?
Ahani pulled on her jacket and slid Anandi in its sheath to her right hip, pulled her hair back in a ponytail and left directions for her scant crew of Handmaidens and Guards to give Aran a hearty breakfast in the morning. . . And stand by if her vital signs cut out completely. They were to tell him only if in the six hours from the point she touched down what she'd done, and to withhold any news from Sabarene until she found her way back.
The ground was soft, the jungle pleasant in mid morning where she'd landed. Ahani took in a deep wanton breath, and let her senses in the Force spread around her. Pockets of void had Ahani holding her breath as she walked through the trees and searched the ground cover for padded, claw born paws and a stiff growl.