Private The End of Everything Good

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Written as: NPC Family
Tags: Revna
Location: Commenor​

She missed her husband.

Her children had long since been put down to rest, however she herself could not. It had been seven rotations since her husband had used all of their savings to buy a used ship. It had been six rotations since he had left, unsettled by dreams that had plagued him for weeks. She had supported him every step of the way, understanding that his actions wouldn't have been made impulsively. He wouldn't have just left for no reason, of that she was certain.

The same glass in her hands had been cleaned seven times, yet she cleaned it once again. She couldn't get her mind to switch off, worried that something had happened to him. He had been silent for hours, she'd tried contacting him but her communications with him had been left unanswered. That wasn't like her husband at all and she had a gutwrenching feeling something bad had happened whilst he was out there, looking for whatever it was he was looking for.

No, she attempted to convince herself. Everything was okay, he was just out of comms range and he would either contact her soon or come walking through the door like nothing had ever happened. That was exactly something her husband would do, come sauntering in like he hadn't been away for a week and act like everything was fine. It would be weeks, if not months before he revealed what he was actually doing on his adventure.

Finally, she placed the glass down and let out a sigh. She walked out onto the balcony of their apartment and looked out over the Commenor night. Eventually, her eyes drifted towards the stars. Somewhere out there was her husband, causing chaos and enjoying his adventure. She was sure of it. Her children would have a father, he would get to celebrate their milestones and enjoy all of the experiences a parent should have.

So why couldn't she shake the feeling something was extremely, extremely wrong.

 

[Revna]

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She was frustrated.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t figure out how to ignite the lightsaber she had won in bloody conflict. The typical ignition switch was not where it should have been, and after an extensive look-over, she hadn’t found any other possible means of seeing that beautiful golden blade herself.

Not to mention, the light aligned crystal within resisted her every step of the way, and being so close to an object that was stepped in the lightside of the Force was making her feel nauseous. She definitely was going to need the guidance and help of her Mentor in figuring this saber out if she was going to have any chance of actually using it.

Of course, the very thing she wanted-and had willingly murdered for-she couldn’t even enjoy. She sighed heavily and replaced the saber hilt on her belt. No way in chaos was she going to let it out of her sight, even if she couldn’t use it yet.

The ship hummed around her as it made its journey towards Commenor, the place Revna knew the deceased man’s family to be. The little Sith woman had tried to distract herself from her own rioting emotions by tinkering with her new lightsaber, but her efforts had failed.

Now, she faced those emotions head on and let them wash over her.

She felt sorrow, a deep line of emptiness that had come when she killed Tyros to take the saber from him. She had been so willing and eager to kill him for it, once it had been revealed. She could have simply taken it from him and walked away…but she had wanted to adhere to the tradition of a young Sith taking their first saber through blood and conflict.

It was the only way she would have accepted the saber. To simply take without earning it would have been disgraceful and disappointing. She had wanted to earn it through glorious combat, and she had…

But that feeling of victory and glory had soon dissolved into the mess she found herself in currently…riddled with guilt and soul-pain.

She was on a journey to absolve herself of that guilt, and her mind was set on how she would do such a thing.

“Arriving at Commenor.” came the smuggler pilot’s voice, and soon Revna had her boots on the ground once more.

In the darkness of the night, the small woman walked in silence, her slightly glowing golden-orange eyes the only visible part of her features that were otherwise hidden in shadow. She followed a faint tether of a memory from the man she had slain, letting it be her guide. A living structure, an apartment building from what she could tell, soon came into view, and the closer she came the deeper she wrapped herself in the Dark side. She was going to need the strength of that connection for what she was determined to do next.

She paused just outside of the apartment for a brief moment, before she passed through the doorway that would lead into the interior of the complex. She let the tether of the memory guide her further, going up the stairs which were thankfully empty. She really didn't want her presence to be noticed by any of the other residents. Eventually, she was guided to a door, where the small woman stopped. She closed her eyes and stretched her senses out, detecting three individuals beyond. Cautiously, she let her mind skim over the surface thoughts of one of the signatures she felt within, and was lucky enough to be rewarded by worried thoughts about a missing husband. Revna opened her eyes, knowing that she had found the man's family. She lifted a small gloved hand and with a wave she used the Force to open the door, admitting herself inside the apartment room with all the silence of a shadowed hunter.

There was no going back now. She had to do this…she couldn’t afford to let the guilt she felt distract her from carrying out her purpose within the galaxy. It was a weakness to overcome, and overcome it she would by any means necessary.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Written as: NPC Family
Tags: Revna
Location: Commenor​

There was a creak from the lobby area.

Not that anyone noticed. Both children remained in bed, sound asleep. Their mum, the wife of a now slaughtered clone remained on the balcony, overlooking the night sky. She'd taken a bottle of wine and a glass out with her, and proceeded to pour herself a fairly large glass of the red, fruity liquid as she took a seat on her small bench.

A gentle breeze blew through as she took a sip of her beverage of choice. It had become almost regular now, a bottle of wine and the night sky. She allowed her mind to wonder, imagining the adventures that her husband was on whilst she continued to hold her family together and ensured that their children remained well cared for, with all of their needs met.

Despite missing daddy, both were well. Both had continued to attend school and one had begun to show abilities that she couldn't explain. Her daughter had managed to make a kitchen spatula float, and she'd proceeded to use it to playfully attack her brother. Both of the children appeared to enjoy it, however mum couldn't explain it and for some reason it had put her husband on edge.

With a swig from her wine glass, she looked over the balcony edge towards the floor below. She wasn't sure what she was hoping to see, maybe her husband walking towards the front door. If she had of seen him, she honestly would have sprinted downstairs at top speed just to give him a hug. Instead, she saw absolutely nothing. Not a single soul stirred in the late evening.

The clone's wife let out a sigh, and took another drink of her alcoholic grape juice.

 

[Revna]

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Once inside the apartment room of her targets, Revna took a careful look around to get a better understanding of her surroundings. She didn’t plan on sticking around for too long-just long enough to do what she needed to do then slip away into the night. She could see a kitchen, a dining area, and a common room. There was a darkened hallway that contained a few doors, and beyond the common area was a door that led to a balcony. Outside, Revna could see a woman sitting on a bench, oblivious to the dark intruder in her home.

Briefly, the small woman reached her mind out cautiously once more towards the woman, just enough so that she could hear the surface thoughts again. The woman was thinking about whatever adventures her husband could be on, and eagerly awaited his return. The knowledge was another stab into Revna’s soul: she had taken that eagerly awaited chance from this woman.

It just convinced her even further to do what she had set out to do here.

Revna shifted her gaze to the darkened hallway, and moved with silent steps-as quiet as she could make them anyway. She checked the first door…an empty bedroom. The next was a bathroom, and the third down at the end revealed the peaceful sleeping forms of two children, a boy and a girl, still relatively young, though definitely of school age.

There was something a little different about the girl. Revna sensed the budding of power within her, the signature of the Force itself. Her brother did not carry the same presence, and the Sith woman tilted her head. For a few moments, she was torn on what to do. On one hand, she wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea of destroying someone so young and new in the Force. She could have taken her back with her, to Formos, to train in the ways of the Sith.

But then that little girl would live the rest of her life knowing her family was dead and gone, and Revna did not desire for her to live through that nightmare, that pain.

On the other hand, this little girl represented something else: a possible future enemy, or even a bitter rival. By eliminating her now, the Sith woman could give herself a bit of an advantage in that regard.

Golden eyes narrowed as she regarded the sleeping children. Yes…that was how she could view this girl: an obstacle in her rise to power that can be removed…even if her future had not become set in stone. The little Sith wouldn’t give her the chance to grow in her newfound powers.

The Acolyte lifted a hand and closed her eyes, feeling with her senses. She had done this before, several times, on much larger targets than these mere children…so this should be relatively quick and easy. Merciful, even. She made a swift squeeze and twisting motion with her hand, and one life was snuffed out in relative silence, save the sound of bones popping and severing. The other living sibling, the girl, stirred slightly in her slumber but was unaware of the shadow of death that was now focused on her. Revna started to reach out to grip the girl's neck in an invisible vicelike grip, but she paused with the slithering, icy Voice of the Dark slipped through her mind.

Sacrifice her to Me.

The Sith swallowed. Could...could she do that?

Consider this your...offering...of thanksgiving for the blessings I have given you.

Revna sighed quietly and stepped inside the room, closing the door behind her silently before she unsheathed her Sith sword. The blade had tasted blood on numerous occasions...what was one more time? Steeling herself and blocking the part of her that was begging her not to go through with this, she brought the blade up and made a swift slash, and watched in cold detachment as lifeblood poured to the ground and soaked the sheets from a deep cut across the throat. The girl awakened briefly, with fear and pain in her eyes...before life faded away and she grew still.

Brother and sister could now be with their father, never to be apart again.

With the blood sacrifice completed, Revna turned away from the gruesome scene. She cleaned her blade briefly before replacing it back into this sheath, and the cold darkness she felt within her soul grew deeper. Closing the door silently, she turned around to head back into the living area.

It was time to deal with the wife now, and reunite her with her lost loved ones as well.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Written as: NPC Family
Tags: Revna
Location: Commenor​

Neither child had time to process the end.

For the boy, it had come without him even stirring. In one quick movement, life had been ended for him. Never again would he experience a sports match, watch the podracing on a weekend that he so loved to do. Never again would he have chance to go to class, flirt with the girl in his year group whom had captured his heart. He wouldn't get chance to give her the cute note he'd written.

His best friends would wait for him tomorrow, unaware that they wouldn't see him alive again. Eventually, they'd become unable to wait any longer or risk being late for school themselves. They'd leave, not knowing their friend lay lifeless just a few stories above them. They would be blissfully unaware that the next time they saw their best friend would be in a coffin.

The girl however, she stirred before she was slain. She had time to be afriad, yet not time to make a single noise. Her life was snuffed out just as quickly as her brother. She died petrified, the face of her killer her final image. She had a school play she was supposed to be the lead actress in, and daddy was going to be home in time to watch her act.

Little did she know that daddy wouldn't home to watch her act in it. Little did she know that she herself wouldn't get to act in it. The lead role that she had worked so desperately hard to secure would be passed on to her arch nemesis, the person in the class who always wanted to outdo her. That person would finally be able to outdo her, and all it took was the loss of a life.

Mum was unaware, mum had enjoyed her drink on the balcony. A bottle of wine had gone down far too quickly. She missed her husband dearly, and she wanted him home. She collected all of her bits from the balcony and turned around to re-enter the property, unaware that she was turning around to meet her end just like her children had met theirs before her.

She'd never even know her children had perished before her.

 

[Revna]

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She let the Dark swim through her veins as she left the dead children behind and returned to the darkened hallway, no longer moving with quiet caution. She had chosen to eliminate the children first, for she had a feeling the mother would put up a fight and even in the depths of her dark cruelty, Revna hadn’t desired for the children to be subjected to hearing and seeing the slaying of their last living parent.

It was her way of showing mercy to them.

Revna turned from the hall and into the common area, just as the woman from outside was getting up and coming back inside, an empty wine glass and nearly empty bottle in her hands. The Sith stood still, no longer in hiding, as her Dark presence flowed from her and around her like the breath of winter’s chill.

“He isn’t coming home. But he did think about you and your children before he died. Don't fret...your children have already been reunited with him. Now it is your turn.” The Sith woman whispered, her voice neutral and emotionless, announcing her presence to the woman who hadn’t noticed her yet, while also answering the hidden thoughts the woman had been thinking just moments prior.

Her voice startled the alcohol-addled woman who yelped with fright. Revna wasn’t too concerned about there being noise now; she could slip away before anyone even noticed something terrible had occurred here. Her blood lust was ignited now, and gone were the thoughts of guilt that had troubled her. The little Sith was like a completely different creature now, a being born of Darkness and corruption, a dark angel of death who had descended upon this poor, unfortunate family.

Revna registered that something was being thrown at her, just as she brought her hand up to face the woman, palm outward. Energy crackled as she felt the dark power within her move and surge through her chest and down her arm and into her hand, discharging as lethal arcs of purple-blue Force lightning, its light reflecting off the Sith’s face and eyes, giving her a truly sinister expression as she sought to bring this all to an end…for her, and for them.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Written as: NPC Family
Tags: Revna
Location: Commenor​

Never truly processing the end, she was slain.

An entire family had fallen in days. The first, slain in battle on some backwater planet and buried with his genetic template. Then days later two siblings had been executed, the first cut down without a sound and the second soon to follow. Boy first, then his sister straight after. Her potential within the force snuffed out in one fluid movement.

The matriarch of the family had survived just a little longer. She had been given time to scream, had tried to throw her wine glass as the butcher who both tore their family to shreds and reunited it in some potential afterlife. She had fallen without time to process her end though, burned to death and thousands of volts of Sith energy coursed through her.

When she fell, the thud echoed around the apartment. A faint smell of burning flesh filled the open plan living area. A space that would once be filled with laughter, parents and children enjoying their living space and living their lives full of joy and happiness was now silent. It would be silent for a long time, no more noise to be made by the dead.

No-one would ever truly know if the family was to be reunited in the afterlife, or in the force. It would be a matter of opinion, everyone having their own version of the afterlife or stating that it never existed at all and that there was nothing after death. If it brought peace to the woman who had brought four lives to end however, so be it.

An entire family lay broken, and one woman had gained her ultimate prize.