Private Stirring After the Siege

[Amelia von Sorenn]

AWAKENING​

Ferrix
Ferrix City Outskirts

The building shuddered causing the holographic images to flicker as they were projected into the Holo-tank. Her attention snapped away for a brief moment as she heard the scream followed by a heavy grunt as a cieling tile was knocked loose and collapsed, falling on top of an officer. She watched as two others rushed to assist, pushing a beam from the cieling away and dragging the individual away from the debris. Returning her focus to the Holo-tank, she watched as the Alliance held the stairs of the Jedi Temple, barely pushing back against the incursion of the Galactic Empire. The building shook once more, however, this time it was followed by a cacophinous roar as the beams twisted and bent, light beginning to pour into the room.

She had just enough time to grab the Officer standing next to her and pull them out of the way as the floor cracked, their eyes watching as half of the room pulled away from the structure. It was like they were trapped in slow motion, watching as a few unlucky souls couldn't make it to them as the room slipped down the side of the building, crashing into the streets below. Golden-yellow hues watched as Starfighters tore through the skies of Coruscant, the remains of the building creaking, threatening to give way at any moment. Her trance was only broken when she heard the words and felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Supreme Commander!"

Amelia snapped her attention to the individual, nodding as she stepped back from the ledge that had once been the middle of the room. The Holo-tank flickered, sparks shooting from it as its power cables had been torn, the last vestiges of the conflict flickering away as she quickly grabbed the blaster-rifle that was handed to her. There was nothing else they could do now, their location had been compromised, and their priority now was to survive, if that was even possible.

"Sound the evacuation! Get every one out of here. We'll regroup at the Jedi Temple, Force Willing..."

A quick pivot followed the commands as she pushed toward the door, only stopping for a moment before nodding quickly. The black armor shimmered for a moment as they each vanished, taking up positions on opposite sides of the door as they listened to the whispers from the other side. The silence was broken by another roar as a charge breached the doors, sending them flying - one struck an unfortunate soldier, lodging deep in their torso... they were dead before they could even process that they were falling from the building. A hail of blaster bolts were unleashed as the troopers pushed into the room, each one dropped in quick succession as the Alliance Troopers appeared once more. She turned to look down the hall, stepping forward...

Her eyes snapped open as she shot straight up, a cold sweat causing her skin to feel clamy as she drew her knees to her chest. It was a dream... no it was memories coming back to haunt her. The Invasion of subsequent fall of Coruscant had happened months ago by now, and she still couldn't remember how she managed to survive. Even in the following days when she finally woke, she was still unsure of the events that had transpired. All she knew was the simple text that scrolled across the screen.

- Amelia von Sorenn, Supreme Commander of the Galactic Alliance, Missing in Action believed to be Killed -

It had taken her weeks to accept the fact that many believed her to be dead. It took another week before she realized that it gave her to the opportunity to disappear from the Alliance and provide herself with a new start. Throwing the covers away, she pulled herself from the bed, the last vestiges of the setting sun barely dacing across the room as she stepped out onto the balcony. She leaned forward, stretching her back as she watched the sun dip beneath the horizon, bathing the sky in purple and orange hues as twilight slowly took over in that briefest of moments before the night took hold.

In the months since Coruscant fell, she had been keeping herself hidden away on Ferrix, a planet sitting at the edge of the Mandalorian Empire. She had come to thank the Mandalorians, understanding that while she was unsure of how she escaped from Coruscant, it had been the Mandalorians that secreted her away, allowing the rest of the Galaxy to believe her to be missing in action. A soft sigh slipped from her lips as she stood up, her attention remaining upon the Farside Sea.

Isley Verd​

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[Isley Verd]

The crow touched down upon the railing as if it had been expected, feathers rustling in the twilight breeze as its talons scraped lightly against the durasteel. Its eyes glimmered like molten sulfur, unnatural in their hue, and they lingered upon her with a strange patience. It tilted its head once, studying her with the sort of inspection that only comes from one who knows the truth of things long buried. For Amelia, the sound that rose from the bird was not the common cry of carrion, but a voice she had not heard in what felt like several lifetimes.

“You know,” the words rolled into her skull, carrying the warmth of laughter beneath their gravel, “Atrisian food before bed is infamous for twisting dreams into nightmares. I thought a warrior of your caliber would have learned that by now.” The crow gave a subtle caw as though punctuating his mirth, and the presence behind the voice chuckled softly in her mind before continuing. “Tell me, Amelia, are you still in one piece, or did the Empire rattle more than just your defenses?”

Darth Metus, though few dared call him by the name he had been born with, did not forget those who had bled beneath his banner. Back when the Confederacy stretched across the stars, Amelia had been among its most capable admirals, steering fleets that gave their enemies pause. Those years had faded into ash and memory, yet he had kept his eyes open, watching as she rose higher still, until the Galactic Alliance placed the mantle of Supreme Commander upon her shoulders. That she then lost the Core was no surprise to him, for in his eyes that cursed heart of the Galaxy never remained untouched. Whoever sought to rule it was destined to be bloodied before their bones grew brittle with age.

There was irony in the fact that the Alliance, once so eager to rattle sabers at his Confederacy for control of that very Core, had seen it slip away to an Empire newborn and ravenous. He did not dwell on irony, however, nor on the fall of powers. What mattered was that an old friend had been caught within the blaze, and he was never one to leave the deserving to burn. A little magick whispered into the right shadows, a holo-call seeded in the proper ear, and Amelia found her path out of the inferno. She would discover sanctuary within the Mandalorian Empire of his bloodline, a place where she could vanish or rebuild as she willed.

Tonight, though, she was not forgotten. The crow’s gaze sharpened, sulfur eyes glowing faint against the growing night as his voice stirred once more. “You carry yourself as one who has seen the abyss open and close again. That alone is testament to survival. So, Supreme Commander, tell me...now that the Galaxy thinks you dead, how does it feel to breathe without a thousand eyes upon you?”

Wearing: Armor of Darth Metus
Tag: Amelia von Sorenn​