Tamsin Starfall
Darth Lunaris
Theme: Ode to Joy
Equipment: Twin Omens | Black Robes | D-10 | Multi-Tool | Stars Enchained | Mind Crown
Location: Lowest Levels of Coruscant
TAGS: OPEN
As she walked alone down the long duracrete corridors of the sewer those large doors shut behind her. The memories of who she had been, and who she would eventually become continued to flow through her mind. Her little legs moved with purpose as her eyes stared straight ahead. Her dark robes dragging slightly across the durcrete ground that was degrowing ever damper the further she moved.
She could feel the slightest decline in the ground beneath her feet. She had much deeper to go and she felt there would be no resistance between her and the place she needed to reach. The memories of Tamsin and the Demon named Tegan itching at her mind as she continued to press on. The Innocent and the wicked twisting through her thoughts in one newly formed mind.
Deeper down she went as the sewers twisted and grew more decrepit, older, and unmaintained by time. She could feel herself reaching ancient ruins of Coruscant's destintant past. Places long forgotten and left to rot by the denizens of this bloated world. She wondered for a moment if the people who built this place would think of what now towered above them.
Wondered if they in some way knew their foundations would turn into the megalopolis of the Galaxy. She wondered if any of the simple folk of the Galaxy knew the totality of their actions, the consequences of what they built would be. Slaves, Laborers, and droids that would come would build this place brick by blood and oil. The faiths, societies, and governments that would come to lord over them.
It was a long walk to find the lowest rung of the sewer, the oldest part of it. Duracrete had turned to concrete, then to brick, and then to stone, and by the end dirt. The stench growing ever stronger the deeper you went, things squirming the muck. Possible treasures in the muck things people had just tossed away. These deep places, people tended to think nothing about an abyss for the misplaced.
The person in dark robes that was Tamsin yet not exactly the same as the person born to that name came to the stop. The area junction that lead off in many different directions but the lowest point of the sewer itself. There was no light here, her glowing orange eyes the only light this place had seen in eons. The Area was dirt and muck, a large pool of deep sludge touched every inch of the ground except the very far corners. The sludge gargles and burped giving off noxious fumes with every sputter. The air smelled of rotted eggs, death, and every manner of disgust one could describe. Yet even down here so far away from the light above life persisted in this sludge you could just barely make out the movements of something or somethings beneath its surface. Indeed, something lived down here despite the feel of death all around.
Tamsin's glowing eyes looked out on the lake of sludge, it was in away a primodial ooze like that of legend. Whenever what came before no longer existed new life would emerge from it and claim this world for itself. It was fascinating to wonder what it could be, what the next form might be. Would it be better than those that came before it, or would it too fall and fail to the same trapping of mortality.
This deep down there was no sounds of war, just the gurgling sludge and every dripping from the dirt ceiling above. Tamsin's right hand began to move in an elegant swirl like a dance of the wrist and as she did a faint purple mist began forming around her fingers, then began to snake up her arm. Tamsin began to hum a tune in from her lips that would grow into chanting as she stared out over the sludge lake.