The End of Aloha, the Beginning of Something Else

[Kasca Fen]

"Just that she has earned her place. She has worked for what she wanted and gotten it. She is respected and even loved. She is powerful and has a great deal of control. Granted," She shrugged, "That is only my perspective and probably only what someone sees from the outside. If she has what she seems to have, then I am glad for her. I just am impatient to get there too." she responded mildly to [member="Darth Metus"], finally looking away as her latest round of medicines kicked in and made her relax even more.

She smiled softly as his lips brushed her cheek, warming her from the inside. In all her life, she had never been so expressive with her emotions. She had never let herself be so vulnerable as she had during their small interlude in the chill confines of her hospital room. Was it the war she survived? Or was it was his honesty and his effort to visit his protege? Perhaps it was his insistence that she had a home with the Confederacy and him. Whatever the reason or reasons, he had seen the heart of her, the damaged and raw part of her self she kept hidden that longed for a home and people to connect to.

Her hand reached out to entwine her fingers to his before her eyelids over her pale blue orbs grew heavy and she struggled to keep them open. Even with his command to rest, she wanted more... always wanted more. She licked her dry lips and bit them softly as if she wanted to say more, but the drugs had taken hold and her lids fell to rest on her cheeks. Her fingers became slack.

From the doorway came a soft voice from an older, hardnosed woman. "We will take good care of her sir." She promised. The nurse was sympathetic but not so much so that she would cower before the leader of the Confederacy. She was there to do a job and it made no never mind to her if he left or if he stayed but she imagined he had a great deal to do. Maybe some measure of reassurance would allow him to do it.

 

[Malok]

Despite the fatigue that was settling in upon his bones, the Vicelord listened intently to the words of his apprentice. She looked up the world that had been created by Srina Talon's hands. A world of lofty purpose, duty, belonging, and might. She was right in her assessment that the alabaster Echani had earned her position. But, that in of itself could be an encouragement to the young woman beside him. For their beginnings were not so dissimilar. Just like Srina, Kasca had come into the Sith's life with practically nothing. And, with time, she would grow to fulfill all of her desires.

"Patience and Time will see you there." he began, allowing his eyelids to fall for just a few moments. "Both you and Srina came to me as you were. You were both unable to move mountains or sway the nerves of nations. But. With time all things are possible. Well. Time and an amazing Master." he afforded himself a tired chuckle for but a moment.

He could tell that she was fading. The way her fingers slowly laced through his own was a testament of that. He could feel the weight of her exhaustion - or perhaps it was the medication - working its way through her system. And, frankly, he was right there with her. It became a struggle to keep his eyelids open, even with the nagging light of the room above him. It was only when the voice of another entered the space that his eyelids snapped open. He tilted his head and found a nurse standing there. An elderly woman. She was the sort whose disapproving gaze could melt durasteel beams; or at least that was the vibe the Sith got from her.

"Rest well, Kasca. When you awake, come find me."

Those would be the last words she heard of her Master that day, for he rose from the bed and left her in good hands. On the morrow, if she was well enough and her mind was clear, she would find Darth Metus on the observation deck - staring out into the abyss of space.

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