Public Songs of Crystals - Ilum

[Neriyan Soria]

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Wisps of swirling gray covered a vast snowy world with veins and spots of teal. All was quiet in the expanse of black space dotted with twinkling stars where the world rested. It spun gently on its axis as it and everything in the Galaxy swam through the void, hanging in a balance around the quasar of a Galaxy far, far away. Then, in a blink, a lone X-wing slipped into the black sea from Hyperspace.

The world of Ilum was reflected in the cockpit where Neriyan sat. His blue eyes fell on the world of ice and snow. The Padawan watched in awe as memories flooded his mind. Memories of the time he last visited the planet of crystal treasures before the creation of his very first lightsaber. Now, with no lightsaber to his name, he had returned to search for a new crystal. Whatever it would be, he knew the Force would guide him on the right path.

The Padawan flipped switches and turned knobs in his enclosed domain as he prepared the X-Wing Fighter for a course to land. The R4 unit, colored in teal and white, uttered a series of beeps and whistles to communicate with the pilot. Neriyan's lips creased into a slight grin.

"That's right, Arfour. Ilum's dead ahead. Let's take her down, nice and easy."

After a tune of excited whistles, Neriyan's ship maneuvered through the void on a course to a landing zone.

 

[Nitya Xeraic]

Ilum's cold was the kind that swallowed sound, softened breath, and turned motion into something almost sacred. Nitya moved through the snow with unhurried steps, the world around her muted beneath layers of ice and wind. The planet felt ancient, watchful, and strangely welcoming—its silence not empty, but full of purpose.

She had come here with nothing but resolve and the faintest whisper of the Force guiding her forward. For years, she had walked the galaxy without a lightsaber at her side, not out of fear or avoidance, but simply because the moment had never been right until now. Something in the quiet of Oralis Prime had shifted; something in the current of the Force had changed. Ilum had called, and she had answered.

The snow crunched softly beneath her boots as she crested a low ridge. Below her, the frozen plains stretched in every direction—vast, untouched, shimmering with faint reflections of the crystals hidden deep beneath the surface. Nitya inhaled the cold air slowly, letting it settle in her chest. She could feel the Kyber here, not as a voice or a pull, but as a presence—steady, patient, waiting.

Just as she prepared to continue toward the cavern system her instincts had been leading her toward, a streak of blue light cut across the gray sky. She followed its descent, watching as the silhouette of an X-wing emerged from the clouds. Its engines glowed against the storm before dimming into a graceful landing arc far in the distance.

She didn't flinch or tense. Instead, she stood for a long moment, letting the snow drift across her cloak as she observed the ship's final approach. The presence inside was faint through the storm, but familiar in shape—young, searching, touched by purpose. A Padawan, perhaps. Or someone, like her, walking a path that required them to face themselves in quiet places.

Ilum had a habit of bringing seekers together.

She began walking again, her steps steady, her cloak trailing lightly behind her. She didn't rush toward the newcomer, nor did she avoid him; she followed the same path she had chosen before, which now happened to lead in his direction. The storm curled around her as she moved, the glow of her Zorren eyes catching the light in soft gold.

Whether their paths crossed or diverged, she would accept it.
Whether he sought a crystal or simply refuge, she would not stand in his way.

Ilum held space for them both.
And the Force would guide what came next.

With the same quiet certainty she had carried since arriving, Nitya continued forward through the snow—toward the caverns, toward the crystal awaiting her, and toward whatever the Force intended in this unexpected meeting on a world of ice and memory.

Neriyan Soria

 

[Braze]

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Braze had been taking some time to himself on Ilum since the Zinder event, where he had been meant to meet up with Toby Perris . One of the things Braze was well known for was lightsaber combat and, likewise, lightsaber construction.

He had quite an armoury of different types of sabers he had designed and built, and he still had many ideas yet to create for unique saber forms. Each one was special, even if his desire for aesthetics typically settled on sapphire blue meditation crystals and silver coloured metals.

He spotted a ship in the sky moving to land not too far off. The weather was not being particularly kind today, and he was glad he had chosen to wear his fleece lined bodysuit, which offered him some extra warmth beneath his robes and their built in heating elements. His fluffy black fur lined cloak kept him warm enough that he was content to stand near the entry, feeling as though he should be expecting company rather soon.

 

[Neriyan Soria]

A whirlwind of snow bellowed out from below the starfighter as its thrusters steadied its landing. Sublight engines whined before steadily winding down as the craft's power went into a slumber. Now on the planet's surface, the cockpit opened with a sharp hiss.

Her pilot steadily climbed down the extended ladder that jutted out from the starhip's hull. Already the frigid breeze bit and nipped at Neriyan's exposed face. Icy winds tugged at his cloak and hood as they whipped on by, carrying snowflakes in their wake until they could finally come to a rest on pristine snowdrifts. Neriyan's boots made a satisfying crispy crunch once he landed on Ilum's surface.

An inhale drew frosty air into his nostrils and lungs. For a moment, he closed all disturbances off, dulling the cascading winds from his senses as he shut his eyes and focused. Now, he could hear the gentle singing voices of crystals that lived just beyond. Harmonizing together, each with a unique voice, a different calling. At the very least, his body remained warm thanks to his gray cloak and robes.

He turned, eyelids opening and irises focusing now on the silhouette encapsulated by the storm. The stranger grew nearer, each footstep echoing across the winter wonderland. He first spotted the golden glow of fiery orbs that appeared filled with conviction and wonder. He met her gaze with one of ocean blue. A gentle upturn of his lips and crease in his cheeks. A respectful bow.

"Hi there. Seems I'm not the only one here on a journey. My name is Neriyan Soria, Padawan of the Jedi Order. This is my second time to Ilum. To whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?"

 

[Nitya Xeraic]

The storm curled around her as she approached, snow lifting in delicate spirals around the hem of her cloak. Nitya came to a gentle stop several paces from the young Padawan, her golden eyes steady and bright against the white expanse. His bow was met with a soft dip of her chin — not formal, but sincere.

"You're correct," she said, her voice calm and low, carrying easily despite the wind. "Ilum seems to draw many of us when the time is right."

She regarded him with a quiet, thoughtful openness. He was young, but his presence carried focus and humility. The kind of intent Ilum responded to.

"My name is Nitya Xeraic."

A pause — not hesitant, measured, as if choosing the shape of the truth she wished to offer.

"I am a Jedi… though I don't belong to any Order. My path has been solitary for some time now. Today, I've come to seek a crystal for my first lightsaber."

There was no embarrassment or apology in the admission — only honesty.

The wind tugged softly at a lock of her dark hair as she studied him, sensing the faint echo of his excitement, purpose, and memory vibrating through the Force.

"This is your second time here," she observed gently. "The caves must have left a strong impression."

Her gaze shifted briefly toward the distant crystalline caverns, then back to him.

"If you are willing, we can walk toward them together. Even separate paths can share the same beginning."

The offer was quiet.
Open.
Without pressure.

A simple acknowledgment that Ilum was vast, but solitude was not always required to face it.
Neriyan Soria Braze

 

[0-7]

Ilum
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Seven had finally worked up the courage to travel off of Veridia. She had spent her days trying to gain as much distance between herself and her past life, not wanting to remotely think about any of it. It couldn't last forever, of course. She wasn't a fool. What she needed was to find herself, somewhere out there in the galaxy. Ilum drew her in like a moth to a flame, flaunting the allure of clarity in the murky void between stars.

Her implants kept her safe from the cold, a fact she rather resented. There was a frustration she had in not being able to feel. Maybe others would be appreciative that they lacked such a weakness, but Seven could only think of how it detached her from reality just a little more.

The former assassin's journey brought her upon a trio of figures in the distance. One was a human man older than her, one was grey and humanoid. The third was closer to her, not yet linked up with the group...

Him.

The wind would swirl around Braze, a flurry of ice to mask his vision for a moment. Then, as though out of nothing, Seven materialized to his left. Her gaze was fixed on the distance, her arms crossed. The hood of her cloak was pulled firmly over her head.

"Why are you here?" she asked him in a rather direct, blunt manner.

 

[Braze]

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Braze presently was as snug as a bug in his warming get up as he turned to look at her gently. "Initially… indulging in the pursuit of attractive distractions. Then I heard a little voice calling out to me… practically begging for my attention. Naturally, I took it as a personal invitation to listen to fate. So now I'm following after it with enthusiasm. The Force and I have an understanding. It suggests, and I interpret creatively. But enough about me…I gave you all my poetic nonsense any how~ So, what about you? What pulled you out here? Curiosity? Don't tell me destiny's flirting with you too~?"

 

[Aileni Ifor Xeraic]

Attire: Large brown hoodie, grey shirt
Equipment: Dathomiri Energy Bow, practice saber
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Ilum.

Strange, coming to this part of the galaxy was the tradition that many went on through the years. However, Aileni always felt his path for a Lightsaber crystal would guide him to Kashyyyk. Or even Dathomir if such crystals existed there. Both held more significance for his family over a world like Ilum, yet here he was using a small fighter to make his way to the frozen world. It was wild thinking about the fact that some kind of dream reached out to him and stated that Ilum was where he needed to be next. The Force guiding his mind once again as he stared at the planet as the ship slowly orbited the planet.

Memories... no, not memories. Thoughts upon a Lightsaber came to his mind. Perhaps ideas on how it should look, how it should function. Aileni also knew that creating a Lightsaber was a process that all Padawans had to go through. And that he would need one if he was ever going to be working as a Jedi Shadow and fighting Sith.

"The concern is less on the way one worked and more on how do I ensure I can match the vision I have for it." Aileni sighed deeply as his mind pondered over the designs in his mind. Thinking on what would be needed and what he would need. There was also the idea that ate away at the back of his mind that Ilum would only provide part of the puzzle to him. And it might not even be the crystal that is the part it provides. Something that concerned Aileni since it felt too uncomfortable that his path was being guided in a manner that he could not explain.

Was this truly how things went with the Force?

Flicking switches and letting out a final sigh, Aileni shifted the fighter from orbiting Ilum and made way to landing on the planet. He had resisted the temptations long enough and staring at the planet from outer space was never going to be providing the answers that he was needing from this trip.

The descent was plain sailing and Aileni grinned to himself as he was finding himself becoming a much more capable pilot. He had adjusted to things reasonably well and being able to fly to where he wanted was solid. Though, he could feel the intense chill from the cabin already. This was not a world that Aileni was going to want to visit often. He could already tell that much.

Wrapping his loose heavy cloak around him more, Aileni made his way through the snowy plains of Ilum. Letting the Force guide his path towards the crystals or whatever other answers that he might be seeking on the world. "Just have to trust in the Force." Aileni muttered to himself, "though next time, could the Force guide me to a beach location?" He groaned as a shiver passed through his body.

 

[Leo Vandermolen]

Leo was certainly not in any desperate need for kyber, so why had he landed on Ilum of all places? He could have been anywhere else in the galaxy right now and this planet was too damn cold. It was a small miracle that his old mask and coat were still able to stop his extremities from going numb.

The rouge chalked up the impromptu trip to how long it had been since he'd seen the snow, and if you could get over the karking cold the planet did have a certain meditative charm to it… in its own way.



He continued trudging away from the Dishonour, where it sat parked against the back of a rocky outcrop to protect it from most of the elements, his boots crunching in the powdery floor beneath him. His intention was to find one of the many nice, quiet caves that littered the planet and enjoy the solace for some time. An intention that was interrupted upon him noticing the vague outlines of four figures through the snow, some ways off.



Just my luck. he thought, slightly annoyed at the chances of encountering what was most likely a group of jedi padawan on their way to harvest kyber. Leo attempted magnifying the lenses of his mask in to get a better view, but the constant snowfall mixed with distance made the task more difficult than anticipated. He could identify at least four people some ways away, but could only rely on his intuition as to who they were and what their goals entailed.



Donned in his duster and strange mask, his appearance wasn't what one would commonly refer to as friendly or approachable. Some might even say strange or off-putting. Regardless, he wasn't about to take it off in this bitter cold, and perhaps they could use some help on whatever their task was.

With a conscientious effort to look as friendly and approachable as possible, Leo started off down the slope in the groups direction, being sure to keep his saber and blaster concealed but within reach…

Neriyan Soria | Nitya Xeraic | Braze | 0-7 | Aileni Ifor Xeraic​

 

[0-7]

Ilum
Tags: Braze , Others ( Aileni Ifor Xeraic , Leo Vandermolen )

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So, what about you? What pulled you out here? Curiosity? Don't tell me destiny's flirting with you too~?

"I don't flirt."

Seven's tone was cold, and she dismissed his playful words with a soft huff. She didn't have time for such things. The former assassin took a moment to compose herself before speaking again.

"I'm just looking for guidance is all," the Evereni muttered. "Have half the sense to think I'll find something here."

She wasn't really sure how to feel about the Echani at the moment. Bitter? Grateful? He had just about killed her before he did a complete one-eighty and helped her escape Kalrath. Then again, maybe that fault fell on her. She was weak... not that she wasn't still weak.

"Still not sure if I should've stayed home or not..."

 

[Nitya Xeraic]

The wind had begun to settle into a steady rhythm, the kind that carried snow in soft spirals across the ice flats rather than in violent bursts, and Nitya let her awareness drift outward with the movement, absorbing the presence of each figure without judgment or urgency. Braze's signature was unmistakably bright even through the storm, Seven's presence sharp-edged and guarded, Neriyan's calm and hopeful like a steady flame, and Aileni's—though unknown to her what their relationship was—carried the restless intensity of someone still deciding the shape of who they would become. She allowed all of it to flow around her without clinging to any one part, her breath slow and even as the cold pressed gently against her skin.

It was the newest presence that drew her eyes up the slope: a lone traveler descending through the snow, his long coat snapping in the wind, a mask obscuring his face, his weapons kept close and quiet beneath the folds of worn fabric. Many on Ilum might have reacted with tension or suspicion—after all, this world tended to attract seekers with fragile intentions—but there was nothing in the way he moved that stirred fear in her. His aura felt restrained, heavy with experience rather than malice, the kind of weight a person carried when they had spent too long crossing the galaxy without expecting to be welcomed anywhere.

Nitya stepped forward just slightly, enough to make her presence clear without crowding him or the others, and the golden glow of her eyes cut a soft line through the swirling snow. Her posture remained open, her hands relaxed at her sides, her voice emerging with a warmth that contrasted gently against the surrounding cold.

"You're a distance from proper shelter," she said, her tone shaped by a kind of quiet kindness that didn't demand anything in return. "Ilum's weather can turn quickly. If you need a moment out of the wind, you're welcome to stand with us."

She didn't look him over as though cataloguing danger, nor did she question his mask or the strange aura that clung to him like the remnants of old storms. Instead, she regarded him with the same calm acceptance she would offer any traveler drawn to this place by reasons too complex to voice immediately.

Her gaze drifted briefly to Seven—tensed shoulders, hood pulled low, edges of distrust still sharp—then toward Braze, whose charm seemed immune to the cold, and finally back to the masked stranger, her attention settling on him without judgment.

"You don't need to explain why you're here," she added, her voice a smooth continuation rather than a separate thought. "People arrive on Ilum for many reasons. Some come seeking answers, others seeking silence, and some simply because the Force nudges the path beneath their feet in a direction they weren't expecting that day."

Another gust of icy wind swept through the group, scattering a veil of snow between them. Nitya didn't withdraw from it; she lifted her chin slightly, meeting the traveler's obscured gaze with a steady, quiet presence that held no suspicion.

"If what you're seeking right now is only a moment of warmth in the company of others," she said, gentler still, "then that is reason enough. You're welcome here."

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[Leo Vandermolen]

The wind had died down a little by the time Leo had made his approach. This assembly of mismatched folk certainly wasn't the group of fresh, naïve padawan that Leo had expected, but some of them still seemed to fit the bill.

He lowered the mask from his face as he arrived, instead deciding to pull the hood of his coat up, revealing his messy, gaunt features while still allowing for some respite from the weather.



"I appreciate the hospitality." He addressed the half-Zorran, "It's not often you run into other people all the way out here in the cold. I had assumed you were all on your way to gather kyber from somewhere nearby."

His gaze drifted across the group, not everyone seemed to be together per say but a gathering had definitely formed. "Well if you are all intending on going kyber hunting, and don't mind the company, I'd be thrilled to tag along." Leo paused before ginning, "Maybe you'll all need protecting from some ancient danger, or a new, new, new Sith Empire will suddenly launch an invasion of the planet and where would you all be then without my help?"

His legs ached from pushing through the snow drifts on the way here and he was longing for a rest, but the cold had done well enough to numb his muscles for the most part. "Well… How about it?"

Neriyan Soria | Nitya Xeraic | 0-7 | Braze | Aileni Ifor Xeraic​

 

[Neriyan Soria]

"A wayfarer Jedi?" Neriyan asked, his tone taking on a note of intrigue. Keeping a soft expression, he spoke again. "Can't say I've encountered a lone Jedi before. The Order isn't for everyone, so I understand why they'd prefer solitude."

Then, in the windy expanse of blinding white, a shadow emerged. Soon the curtains of snow opened to reveal Leo Vandermolen ; a stranger among strangers who trailed closer and closer to Neriyan and Nitya Xeraic . The Padawan sensed no hostility, nor danger. Only mystery heavier than the snowfall itself. With a friendly nod, Neriyan greeted Leo.

"Hello, stranger. Name's Neriyan. Welcome to Illum. Though I just arrived myself moments ago. Maybe it will be best for us to meet with the group close to us? Better yet, I plan to head into the caves, if you all wish to accompany me."

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[Nitya Xeraic]

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The stranger's approach did not unsettle her.
His mask, his heavy coat, the clipped humor in his voice—none of it struck her as threatening, only as the shape of a life lived far from comfort. And Nitya had seen enough kinds of loneliness to recognize another form of it when it stood a few paces away, brushing snow from its shoulders.

She inclined her head in quiet greeting, the golden glow of her eyes steady and unjudging.

"You're welcome to join us," she said, her voice warm but measured, carrying easily across the wind without needing to lift. "Ilum doesn't often draw people without purpose. Whatever brought you here, you'll find no hostility from me."

Her gaze moved briefly to the curve of his hood, the tired set of his shoulders—not analyzing, only seeing—before returning to his eyes with a small, genuine ease.

"And you don't need to protect us from empires old or new. But… another set of eyes in a storm is never unwelcome."

She glanced toward Neriyan then, acknowledging his offer with a subtle shift of her stance.

"Many come for kyber. I'm no exception. The caves call to those who listen."

Then she stepped slightly aside, opening the physical space for both men—Leo with his guarded humor and Neriyan with his earnest brightness—her presence calm and quietly guiding without appearing to lead.

"If your path takes you inward, walk with us. The storm is less biting beneath the crystal arches."

A faint smile warmed the corners of her mouth—small, restrained, but unmistakably sincere.

"Besides… company never hurts."

The wind eased just enough for Nitya to lift her hood back, golden eyes catching the faint blue reflection of the crystals beneath the snow. She regarded the small, growing group with the same quiet steadiness she had offered each of them individually, but now with the awareness that their paths were beginning to converge—different purposes, different burdens, yet all arriving on Ilum at the exact moment, guided by the same whispering threads in the Force.

"I realize," she said gently, her voice carrying in the cold without effort, "that I never offered my name to all of you."

She inclined her head in a gesture of simple respect, neither formal nor overly familiar—just a calm acknowledgment of shared presence.

"I am Nitya Xeraic."

The surname lingered in the air—familiar to one among them, even if she didn't yet know it.

A slight pause, warm despite the frost.

"Jedi, though not of any Order you would recognize. I walk alone, by choice… most days."

Her gaze shifted briefly across the gathering—Neriyan with snow clinging to his cloak, Leo with his hood drawn low and weariness edged behind humor, Braze exuding steady warmth against the cold, Seven a quiet shadow at the fringe, and Aileni trudging through the drifts with a determination she admired, unaware of the thread that now linked him to her.

"You are welcome to travel with me into the caves," Nitya continued, her voice smoothing into something serene and encouraging. "Ilum doesn't draw wanderers without purpose. If you seek crystals, clarity, company, or simply shelter from the storm… There is room for each of you."

Another breath curled into the icy air.

"The mountain tends to be kinder when walked together."

With that, she stepped aside, opening the path toward the crystalline rise, the faint glow of the cave mouth flickering through the snowfall.

"Come. Before the winds return."

 

[Braze]

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"I don't flirt."
"I'm just looking for guidance is all," the Evereni muttered. "Have half the sense to think I'll find something here."
"Still not sure if I should've stayed home or not..."

"Perhaps you should flirt with fate every now and then. Everyone enjoys a good flirt after all."
Braze said with a coy grin, passing her a cheesy accompanying wink for good measure.

"Oh, guidance is what you seek then, young Padawan?" Braze asked, adopting a mock tone imitating one of the older Masters who seemed far too wise, trying to aggrandize his voice for effect.

"Many younglings and little Jedi hopefuls make the journey to Ilum. It is often where they find their first saber crystal. It is tradition to delve into the dangers of the ice caves and seek out the little song calling only to you."
He offered this softly before smirking at what she said last. "All little birdies need to leave the nest sooner or later," Braze added.

"I can oversee you if you want the company. I failed my crystal gathering trial three times before I was given one last chance to fix things. I had finally caught the attention of a Master, one who served on the Council. I knew I would be nothing but an embarrassment if I failed a fourth time. I was given charge to lead younger younglings into the caves to embark on their trials. It was an eye-opening experience."
He offered the story simply. "So? Have your eyes landed on someone worth calling Master...? You know... I am technically a Knight. I come with experience, charm, and a nearly flawless record."

Braze was all cuddled up like a cozy bug in a rug, seemingly enjoying the frigid weather as if it were nothing. He squinted into the snow, watching others make the trek toward the entrance.

 

[0-7]

Ilum
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"So? Have your eyes landed on someone worth calling Master...? You know... I am technically a Knight. I come with experience, charm, and a nearly flawless record."

"I'm not a Jedi," Seven was quick to shut down. "I'll remind you that your 'charm' also about suffocated me, so I'm not exactly eager for you to be my teacher of all people either. I-"

The young woman let out a sigh, stopping for a moment to calm herself. There were a bunch of other people now. She wasn't exactly keen on making a scene, and more than that she wanted to be accountable for how her actions had somewhat preyed on Braze's emotions when they had last met. Not that she even wanted to be there, but she had acted. Even if she had been no better than a puppet on a string.

What wasn't helping was that he was being a little bastard.

"The mountain tends to be kinder when walked together."

"Come. Before the winds return."

"I'll... pass," the former assassin muttered, pulling her hood up a little more, not giving her name either. "The Echani and I have business to take care of.."

She wasn't exactly keen on being a social butterfly at the moment.

 

[Braze]

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Braze dipped his head in a polite bow to the people passing by intent on making their journey to the caverns likely to find crystals. He watched them for a moment before turning his attention back to Sev.

"I find that more often than not, people tend to be like crystals. They are multi faceted. You just have not met the nicer sides yet." Braze chirped, sounding far too pleased to be chatting with the former assassin, especially considering how rough their last encounter had been. "Not everyone you meet will shy away in fear. People grow more wild, like a cornered animal, when they are pushed to the edge. Some more than others. And depending on what they have been through, it may not be pleasant." His voice softened as he trailed off.

"I am not sure if an apology would set your mind at ease, but I have no intentions of harming you." He offered the words gently, without actually apologizing for the attempt to suffocate her. " You look cold. " He commented lightly.

"Oh? And what business do we have to attend to together?"

 

[0-7]

Ilum
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"I didn't ask for an apology, and I know you aren't going to do anything," she huffed. "I brought that upon myself. It was the consequences of my own actions."

Maybe that was taking on too much of the blame. It wasn't like she had a choice. The vice grip Kalrath had over her life was debilitating. It was a bit hard to fight back against someone who could crush you like an insect. Even so, Seven would rather just accept her fault in the matter and move on.

"I can't feel the cold," Seven answered when Braze mentioned that she looked chilly. "My implants insulate me from it."

So what business did they have? Was Seven supposed to thank Braze for cutting her loose from her Sith Master? He did technically do that, even if he had tossed her around like a rag-doll in the process. Then again, it was sort of the same situation as him not really apologizing for his actions. There was really no point in lingering on what had happened. Seven wasn't really sure if she wanted to do that.

By the same token, how could she ignore all of that?

"I wanted to let you know that your temple has been charitable... like you said they would," the Evereni reluctantly admitted. "So at the very least you aren't a liar. I can't argue with the results... beggars can't be choosers..." She paused, letting out a frustrated sigh. "I was just not trying to air out dirty laundry in front of strangers mostly. The business was metaphorical."

That wasn't really an answer, and Seven knew it. More a product of how unsure she was on what she was even supposed to be feeling.

 

[Braze]

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"You cannot feel cold?" He asked as he looked over at her. "Huh..." He let the thought drift out on a soft sigh. "By the light, some people are twisted." The words were mostly murmured to himself, another grim note added to everything he already knew about her situation.


"Well, I rather enjoy lying. One of my favorite pastimes, actually. Though I tend to do it for small pranks or jokes, not for spreading misinformation." His tone lifted again, playful but sincere. "I am glad they were able to help you. I take it you have met Aether?" Braze asked lightly. He looked about curiously. " How... did you come here?"

 

[0-7]

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"I met Aether," she stated. "He was a gentleman."

That was perhaps a bit of a jab at how bratty Braze was being to her before, but her tone didn't really fully commit to it. By this point now it was probably moot. Her edge softened a little after she had gotten that out of her system.

"The Temple loaned me a ship," Seven answered. "They said they wouldn't hold me against my will, and I needed fresh air..."

It wasn't really their fault. She just needed some time to be away from that place. Seven was sure she'd return, but she just needed to let off some steam somewhere she wouldn't feel guilty about it. They were all too nice for their own good. She couldn't just snap and be frustrated there without feeling like a bad person.

"What of yourself?" she asked. "I assume you found a means of ditching that handler?"