The last thread falls

[Sargon Vynea]

The day began like any other as the Zabrak looked over his field, home again for a time the inevitable calling returning him to his roots. A thin layer of dew clung to the grass the first rays of the sun reflected in them to show an ballet of color to any who looked. Sitting here he smiled for a moment enjoying the start of what looked to be a lovely summer's day before closing his eyes. Breathing in he stretched out his mind towards the Force as it filled him, and surrounded him expanding his awareness beyond the limits of any sense. He just floated in it and let it guide his mind as he meditated upon the Force letting it show him what it willed.

He could feel it all through the Force it sang to him on the wind, each note too soft to hear but a whisper. He didn't try to focus on the words within the whisper, but instead lived within the whisper itself letting it carry him throughout the Force itself. He could feel it like one giant entity stretching the galaxy without end. He'd learn to let go of trying to understand it all long ago and to just feel when it brought him this high, he had nearly lost himself one walking the galaxy like that. For months his body had remain unmoved fed only by the Force as he walked his awareness through the Force listening to the songs of the galaxy, and the ebb and flow of its life.

For the moment though he just flowed and felt the movements resisting the urge to feel out for a certain presence once more, the blood mark no longer lead to her, and it wouldn't ever again. There was no feeling of time in the Force, and he'd kept his meditation up straight through breakfast. With a sudden pull he felt something over the distance of the galaxy, distance was nothing to the Force. He felt the wound as clearly as it was his own for a minute as he settled down upon a force signature like his own but darkened by the experience, and choices of a lifetime lost to rage. Arthos was dying.

He could feel the others near him but there was only one there who could have been the cause of it a warrior who's signature showed both the darkness and the light. Through the Force he felt him and memorized his signature, the sharing of light and dark would make him easier to find. Moving back to his brother he could feel the acceptance, he'd found peace in death it seemed. As his consciousness vanished Sargon's eyes opened sending light painfully into his eyes. To say his brother was undeserving of the fate he'd received would be a lie, but he needed to know anyway. He was still his little brother in the end.

Korriban​

The hunt had been simple until it came to Korriban, the dark energy of the world itself worked to hide the man who walked in both the darkness and the light. Still he found him in the end as he walked towards what he could only assume was the man's ship, or at least a ship he was staying in for the moment. Moving up the ramp he had no doubt at this point if the man was awake he'd sense him, he moved within the Force at all times, seeing more through it then through his own naturally eyes at this point. He was dressed in dark green robes, but the hard edges sticking out gave away that he was armed. He wasn't alone though, he felt another here, a younger presence. Indeed they had been sleeping as he felt them move towards the entrance where he stood waiting.

The girl arrived first, but only by a seconds to his target's credit. Smiling softly the Zabrak bowed his head slightly two the pair before speaking. "My name is Sargon Vynea, you do not know me. I have come because you killed my brother, and Sith or not I need to know why. Your presence in the Force doesn't speak of a Jedi so you weren't out simply hunting practitioners of the dark side. You've come to this planet with them so perhaps you believe in their ideals." Looking down he smiled at the child his face lacked any signs of malice or even anger, he was here for answers, not a fight, but he was prepared for either.

[member="Jericho"]
[member="Asha Hex"]

 

[Lief]

Now that she had her own ship, The Prophet, it was rare that Asha traveled alongside her Father, though the pair did have a habit of ending up in the same place at the same time. This time however Jericho had insisted she join him; Korriban was a dangerous world, even for one who walked the line between light and dark... Especially for them. The corrupting influence of the cool desert world was subtle and infectious. The Jedi in their staunch doctrine could stave it off with sheer willpower for the most part, at least the better trained ones could. But she had never been taught to fight the darkness, merely to moderate it.

Back in her old cabin, Asha had been out for the count after the sun had descended on the horizon casting them in a gloomy state of twilight. She never really had difficulties sleeping, though the occasional unexplained nightmare would creep into her usually peaceful dreams and rouse her into consciousness.

This time that was not the case. Instead alarm bells were ringing in her dream, and something in her mind tugged at it being her intuition calling for her. Forcing herself to wake up, Asha lay in silence for a moment with furrowed brows while she listened for signs of anything being amiss. Nothing. She was about to turn over and drift back to sleep, however, when her senses prickled. Someone was outside the ship. Being that her cabin was beside her Father's, she could hear his breathing through the wall. Definitely not Jericho.

Swinging her legs over the side of the bunk, Asha rose up and grabbed a dressing gown from the end of the bed. She was already out the door as she slipped it on over her nightgown and quietly made her way through the hallway, toward the door which led to the ramp.

But somebody was already there, stood in the doorway. And what was worse, he had just looked in her direction. The urge to scream rose within her, yet her breath caught in her throat before even a noise could be made. Thankfully it seemed Asha was not the only one to sense the stranger, as footsteps swiftly followed as her Father made his way toward them. Asha shied back; she wasn't used to strangers on their ship, much less in the dead of night.

As her Father joined them, the stranger began to talk; she could tell from his appearance that he was a Zabrak, but his accent didn't match the standard. Perhaps he had been raised elsewhere?

Snapping from her silly thoughts of accents, and focusing on the words themselves, Asha was horrified to hear the accusations directed at her Father. In her mind her Father could do no wrong, she had never known him to kill although he had been in battles before. She could remember the number of times he'd returned with wounds, wounds she'd wanted to patch up for him but lacked the knowledge on precisely how to.

Surely there was some sort of misunderstanding, though.

[member="Sargon Vynea"] [member="Jericho"]

 

[Jericho]

It had been a very long time since last the warrior, Jericho had come to this repulsive yet intriguing planet called Korriban, a place home to the horrid things that entrenched the darkness of the force. Things had changed greatly since then. When he last saw this place, it had been threw the eyes and perspectives of a young man traveling through many ruins. A child holding his closest thing he could call family, his sabers, as he went off face its many ruins and monsters alone. But there was some light to the travels and trials he faced alone, he came out stronger and filled with near boundless ancient knowledge on the sith. Although, Korriban...Was a place that held many scarred memories full of pain, hate, and loneliness.

It was a place of nightmares for the warrior. Though he never showed it, he often struggled thinking about better and more...pure times as there was little time in-between where wasn't fighting or pushing his own limits. It may have been a habit at this point for him to just to continue and put himself in harms way to just to push himself more and more, maybe to feel alive. His mind slurred and spun as he thought of all the battles, of the people has killed for the sake of safety, peace, and personal survival. His mind went to that his children, his lovers, and others things that help put his mind at ease then he could feel a slight presence nearing his ship, it was different from the essence felt on this planet and he instantly got up and put on his armor, his mask, and battle torn robes.

Jericho was already a cautious man on top of which on edge being on this force saken planet, but with his daughter on board, he wasn't about to take any chance. It was then Jericho for a moment stopped in his tracks, the warrior felt young Asha's presence meeting the unknown presence and emitted a sensation of fear. He heard the mentioning of him saying that he had killed his brother, Jericho assumed the other man out for revenged as he had to face many like this before and didn't wish his daughter hurt. His steps were heavy, his saber was hand its orange light emitted as he stepped in front of his daughter and unleashed a powerful force bellow. "OUT!" The warrior grunt a concentrated use of the force fired aiming at the man. The other man was strong in the force, Jericho could feel it, the bellow would hardly phase the man at least that was what Jericho assumed.

As this happened, Jericho spoke to his daughter in their native language telling her to stand ready but stand behind him for now with the slightiest motion of his hand.

@Sargon Vynea
[member="Asha Hex"]

 

[Sargon Vynea]

He felt the man pulling at the Force and turned just in time as the force bellow hit his back. Most of the shock was absorbed by the shield, but there was enough left to force him to put his foot out to keep himself upright. Turning again he allowed his robes to fall and drew his blade and phrik shield, but still made no moves to advance on his attacker. Instead he looked for a moment between the girl and the man who must be her father. His reactions were more fear for her then anything else, besides he was here for answers not a fight. Closing his eyes he moved through the Force sending waves of calmness at the man, not the dulling kind, but the kind that brought clarity.

As his consciousness touched the man he continued to radiate peace into his mind, he'd practiced it for years now with empaths, one in particular he could nearly do it across the stars with. He didn't press at the man's barriers he felt no need to, instead he simply showed images in man's mind. Small images of a young Zabrak boy, his younger brother a picture of innocent childhood smiling and playing. The image changed to the unknown years Sargon thought him dead as his brother grew up alone with their sick mother hiding and moving from place to place. Finally there was the adult Arthos a man who's life had found peace from the darkness of his past, and last he showed the man as he'd become once again sorrow and pain driving him back into the fullness of the dark side of the Force. "Every story needs an ending, he was not once as he was in the end, and no brother goes unmourned. If you wish a fight you may have it, but I've come in search of the how and why. The choice is yours."

While he sent images to one his mind also touched the girl's untrained mind, well no he supposed not completely untrained there was something there already it seemed. His waves of calmness hit her as well as his awareness moved over the girl's mind like a soft wind barely brushing the surface. There was no reason for her to fear, or even really to have to handle the ordeal, she was still but a child. He could feel a thirst in her though, and so he took a small moment to show her what he saw everyday. He sent a glimpse of the galaxy as a single thriving organism, its unending song flowing from planet to planet, a unified play of light and colors. It was just a glimpse, but one he hoped might make her curious enough to find it herself if she could.

@Jericho @Asha Hex

 

[Lief]

All at once her Father was simply there; like a raging rancor he marched through the ship, boots clacking against the metal floor, until he was upon them both. Asha he urged behind himself, the man he tried to bellow from the ship. Only the former seemed to work in his favour, as Asha obediently took a step back and allowed her Father to take control of the situation. He spoke to her, in their native tongue, urging her caution and expressing a need to prepare incase things turned ugly.

Well, Asha did not carry weapons on her person. She had little to no experience with a lightsaber, despite owning one of her Father's old training hilts, and the likes of blasters were too crude in her mind.

As a result she began to center herself in the Force, breathing in through her nose and slowing her pulse which had quickened in her haste to find out who was on the ship. Curious eyes fell upon the Zabrak, peering past her Father's arm. The man radiated peace, even if it wasn't really directed at her, which made her slightly confused and in awe. He had come here seeking his brother's killer, yet there was no desire for vengeance. None she could sense, at any rate.

Something must have been happening between both of the men, because for a time there was nothing but silence. Finally the stranger spoke, further shining light on the situation. Her eyes fell upon her Father, curious to see how he would respond. Would he give the man the benefit of the doubt, listen to what he had to say and recount his own events with whomever the brother had been? Or would he further seek to force him from their home. After all, this ship was their home... And he had entered uninvited in the dead of night.

All at once she felt a jarring sensation as a presence brushed against her mind. It was as if she was being watched, hairs on her neck standing upright, yet from all directions. She did not like it, yet at the same time she did and said nothing about it. Instead she curiously prodded and poked internally, feeling waves of peace wash over her. It was as if she were meditating, only without her needing to instigate it.

Her mind exploded into a wave of colour the likes of which she could not fully comprehend. It was how she imagined the Force must look, her Aing-Tii influences taking over despite the mesmerizing sights which had been awakened within her. It may have lasted just a moment, but it left Asha's mind aching and craving for more. Even during her attempts at walking the void she had never experienced anything quite so beautiful, so complex, and the song of the Galaxy continued to ring in her ears long after the vision itself had come to and end.

Asha's eyes knowingly met the Zabraks; awe, and even a slight amount of fear toward what the man was capable of, laced her expression. But above all else was an unmatched curiosity and desire to find out more. She was ever hungry for knowledge.

[member="Sargon Vynea"] [member="Jericho"]

 

[Jericho]

Jericho walked down slowly from the ship and then drove a part of his orange blade in the ground. The crust of the ground sizzled and burned by its touch. He placed his left around another hilt of saber about to show him that he was intruding in on the wrong ship and the wrong family. Once he was in his stance the warrior watched the one called Sargon, more attentively. It looked as if Sargon took his challenge and stood firm with shield and saber in hand. "Hmph...Looks like he is capable." The warrior thought calmly to himself as he glanced over to look to Asha. Her eyes filled with a longing curiousity one that may get her hurt.

Jericho decided it was time to be serious. A scowl was made under his mask as he felt the presence of calm being sent at him. He lifted his saber out of the ground and with slight movement his second saber ignited. His eyes fell upon the seemingly calm man. "Comes to my ship unwelcome, speaks of his dead brother and assume it was I. Then tries to calm me with his presence? Could it be some sort of ploy to lower my guard?" His heart and blood was pumping.There was one time he let down his guard and it left him with two saber marks through his stomach. He didn't wish any harm upon his daughter to that degree, not when he was around.

"I know not of whom you speak, Zabrak." The warrior said with his low stern voice. "I give you chance now to lower your weapon and leave. Or I will end you where you stand if need be."

@Sargon Vyena [member="Asha Hex"]

 

[Sargon Vynea]

His eyes moved with the warrior before him before finally closing them allowing the Force to completely envelope him. This time he didn't send a picture into the man's mind but rather the signature of his brother. You were there when he died, I felt you in the Force there with him as he died. The girl was not forgotten but he broke away from her mind as he considered that her father might not relent. He'd been prepared for a fight, but it wasn't what he wanted. What he hadn't been prepared for though was a father fearful for his daughter. It complicated the situation, but then again the situation was already complicated.

With a small rise of his lips he nodded once to the Jedi, he'd not added the girl into his equations. Would his own father have acted any less aggressive if someone invaded his ship? Would he have if he had been a father? "You do, though. I could feel you just as I feel you now, and then he died. I could feel his presence go dark in the Force as his awareness faded beyond my ability to see. I will agree though, it is not wise to start such meetings like this."

Returning both his sword and shield to their homes he then turned his back on the man as he picked up his robes from the floor. He was not a complete fool though as his mind stretched out all about him the Force granting him vision of even that which was behind him. It had been difficult at first accepting such a thing, but he'd learned. Reaching inside the robes he found a single bottle, a bottle he quite happily note wasn't destroyed by the force bellow. Without another word he moved into the next room placing the bottle on a table as he searched a nearby cabinet for cups. As the man chased him into the room no doubt ready to do combat he'd find himself faced with a Zabrak pouring cups of strawberry wine, quite the threat really.

[member="Jericho"]
[member="Asha Hex"]

 

[Lief]

"Father" Asha finally warned, her voice quiet yet carrying to the man all the same. She didn't say anything else, she simply peered between both men. Outside of the initial area of impact, stood there on the edge of the ramp, Asha had a birds eye view of the situation, so to speak, a little more objective. She was not swirling with rage, she was not looking for answers. She was merely observing.

The man proved to be no threat, though she understood where her Father was coming from. Their home had been invaded in the dead of night. He had every right to be defensive. At the same time though she was beginning to piece together what had happened in her own mind. The strange girl who was currently down for the count in their medical bay immediately came to mind, which had her frown. Did she have something to do with this? She had appeared almost out of nowhere, and now just a few days later another stranger was in their home?

Their guest, patient, whatever she was, had been the embodiment of fire the last time Asha had dared to peek into the bay. It scared her, to see someone's skin alight like that. And Asha knew it was not her own Father's doing, she could read him. Like this; he hadn't done it, his body language gave away that much, but he wasn't entirely innocent either. He knew exactly what the man was talking about. Which hinted at just one other option.

Turning on her heel before either men had reason to stop her, not that she was at the forefront of either of their minds, Asha strode through the halls and down to the medical suite. Tentatively she keyed in the code to the door, and as it whooshed open the Lorrdian took one painstaking step forward. Even now the room was aglow, a steady heat presence that did not match the usual chill of the ship. The girl stared, veins of fire ran under the woman's skin, peeking through like cracks in the land above a pool of lava. There was no other way to explain it.

But looking at her now, there was no way she could've killed anyone in such a state. Maybe Asha was wrong.

[member='Jericho'] [member='Sargon Vynea']

 

[Jericho]

The warrior felt the presence of the one, formally known as Arthos, Jericho remembered the man from a more recent...Conflict of interest. Though they did do battle, it was not he who ended the man's life, when Jericho watched the man lower his weapons, the warrior did not do the same rather he kept an eye on his foe. "Father." The little voice of his daughter called out to him; her voice echoing out through the halls of the ship. When he saw the other man walk into the other room, Jericho looked to his daughter and sighed deactivating his blades following the action patted her on her head, a loving and calming gesture as he was a man who rarely showed affection he knew she would understand this action made. After a breath he walked to the room where the enter and blinked with slight confusion when he saw the man pour the two a glass of wine from the smell it was richly made with strawberries. Odd. The invader of their home was make himself comfortable in their home going through their things, thought, he at least had the decency of bringing his own wine. The warrior rubbed his eyes and sighed then signaled his daughter over to prep up a late dinner or breakfast as the warrior walked in and took a seat still rather baffled with what was going on. He looked to Sargon. "Know it is thanks to my daughter that you are not thrown out in to a chasm." The warrior started off still not introducing himself or his daughter. "Choose your next words carefully and I may allow you to stay and try my daughter's cooking as well." The warrior stated calmly watching at Sargon's movements closely.

[member="Sargon Vynea"] [member="Asha Hex"]

 

[Sargon Vynea]

He noted the girl's departure as she moved away from them towards another presence aboard the ship, he paid it scant attention though as her father joined him. With a small grin Sargon accepted his words without comment, he imagined he would be just about as pleased with a visitor acting this way on his ship. Pushing one glass towards the man with his hand he raised his own towards the warrior. "On Iridonia when you eat and drink with another it is the greatest sign of honor. There can be no violence between host and guests, and while they are together they share responsibility for one another. Once I have drank this I can no more harm you then I could my own mother, and while we sit her we are like kin under this roof. These are not your customs, but know they are mine. No harm will befall either of you from my hands and I would defend you while I remain."

As his last words left his lips he lifted his glass in silent salute and drained in quietly sealing his fate to them, for the time they were of his clan. As he finished he poured a second glass for himself, and one for the girl which he set to the side. Looking back up to the man he laughed at the scene in his head, he'd been away from Iridonia long enough to know this rite mattered little elsewhere, but it still mattered to him. Giving the man a minute to mull over it he spoke softly this time as he repeated his reason for being here. "I am sorry to bother you at this late hour, but could you let it wait longer if it was your blood? I know my brother fell to evil long ago, but he was still my brother. Perhaps I should have stopped him in his evil when I found out he still lived, but one can still hold out hope for redemption. He was redeemed the first time I met him. He spoke of his past as a Sith, how he'd walked away from it all, chosen something different. I could feel the change in him though and one day I confronted him, he'd fallen to true evil something baser then what he once was. I feared what he might do, but I hoped in time he could find redemption again. I fear he may not have, but i have to hope. How did he die? Why did he die?"

@Jericho @Asha Hex

 

[Lief]

Asha stood mesmerized at the flames. How could one be so still yet so active? It was as if the woman was in torpor, rigid and unmoving. Truth be told it frightened her to look upon it. Whatever had happened to the poor soul, who seemed to be just a few years her senior, was like nothing Asha wanted to ever experience. She wished to heal her, she wished to right whatever wrongs she'd faced, but she was inept. She would have done more harm than good.

Suddenly heard her Father's words through the wall, offering for the stranger to sample some of her cooking. It was true that Jericho was not exactly a domesticated individual. Not in any way, really. Out of necessity, she had forced herself to learn a few culinary tricks. It was that or eat McYoda's every night. Force knew that stuff was bad for you.

Reluctantly the child turned from the body of their young guest, patient, whatever she was, and ventured from the medical bay with heavy heart. She didn't want to keep them waiting. Instead she walked into the main living space, where the pair appeared to be sharing drinks, and set about preparing dinner. She rummaged through their supplies, searching for something nice. A rare treat. For the most part they just had rations.

Recently they had gone hunting on a backwater planet, full of lush greenery and oddly enough Nerf. They hadn't seemed to be anyone's property, so Asha had felled one of the smaller bucks and dragged it back to their ship. Some of the meat remained, some she had given away. She and Jericho did not sit down to eat often enough to eat a full carcass. But Asha was hesitant to cook it up. It was definitely a delicacy, but for all she knew the Zabrak was a vegetarian. He did seem like a Jedi, and Asha was certain most of them didn't eat meat. Right?

Hedging her bets, Asha opted instead to make a hearty dish of Fenti beans, with a side of jandarra and nerf ribs - separate of course - incase it was desired. Every so often she would cast her gaze over her shoulder, keeping a steady watch on her Father. Sure, this man may have intruded in the dead of night... But he seemed to have a very good reason for it.

[member='Jericho'] [member='Sargon Vynea']

 

[Jericho]

They were far from the intruders home planet, they were on the home planet of the sith, a treacherous place for any force user whether they were of Ashla or Bogan. Despite this, Jericho gave Sargon a nod of his head stating that he would honor this accord, though he was still suspicious of the man; Jericho wasn't the type to disregard other customs. But if Jericho saw a single movement made to seemed like Sargon was lying or aimed to hurt his daughter, the Zabrak's face would come to intimately know the ground of the ships floor. Jericho let out a sigh when the Zabrak apologized for intruding at the late hour of the night and shook his head wondering why he didn't say that initially and mention the supposed murder of his brother. The warrior let out a sigh as Jericho tapped morse code on the wall unique only to the Hex family asking her to make him tea, as he wasn't the type of made to alter his mood with drink unless completely necessary with said push the drink pour from him back to the Zabrak. After doing so let out yet another sigh. "With your can I assume you were aware of his past activities?" The warrior questioned and leaned foreword on his chair. "If I were to say I took his life or if another took his life....What would you do, Sargon?"

[member="Sargon Vynea"]
[member="Asha Hex"]

 

[Sargon Vynea]

The words hit him like the hammer on the gong, but he already knew that his brother was dead, his signature had vanished into the Force itself. Instead of answering he held silence for a moment as he thought over his troubled brother, could he have gone the same way if the cards had been dealt different? Smelling the food cooking he chucked softly as he let himself slip into a happy memory from so long ago. The truth was it didn't matter what he would have done, it only matter what he had done, and he hadn't stopped him one way or another when he same him last.

Finally looking over to the man he nodded, "Did he find it in the end, or did he die in the darkness he lived? He had it in him, but he rejected it in pain, it was always my hope he'd find it again. You misunderstand my purpose here, I am not here to blame or fight, he choose a dark path instead of dealing with his own pain. That it killed him doesn't surprise me, all I wish to know is did he find peace when he died?" The question of another killing him did surprise him though, it was with a slow crawl he expanded his awareness around the ship towards the person who hadn't joined the gathering. As he approached her he could feel something around her, something dark, and cruel. He could almost call it malicious darkness, something malleable in her very skin and soul. Something he knew was imprinted there too, just a bit of it, but he could recognize it. What had he done?

[member="Jericho"]
[member="Asha Hex"]

 

[Lief]

As the meal was almost finished in preparation, she began to hear the tapping on the wall and immediately began to decode the meaning. Her Father wanted tea? Settling the plates to one side, not yet filled with the various foods, Asha stepped over to one side and grabbed a couple of mugs. It didn't take too long for the tea itself to brew, giving her a chance to plate up the various dishes and bring them across to the table where the men were sat. She set an empty plate before each of them, and the platters in the center.

Without so much as a word, Asha returned back to the tea and poured everyone a mug.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the girl got to sit down too. The room was rather warm, due to all the boiling water, so she shrugged her cloak off to reveal her standard garments beneath. There was no black of the Sith, no brown of the Jedi, instead shades of white and grey which had her vibrant orange hair stand out even more so. She looped a finger through one of her braids as she tried to zone out on their conversation. She knew her Father had killed people before, but she also knew that he hadn't done it this time. Asha wasn't stupid, she could add two and two together.

She took a sip of tea, only to scorch the inside of her mouth. With a sharp intake of air she settled the cup back down onto the table and looked between her Father and the stranger.

"I hope it's alright" she said, trying to alleviate the tension.

[member="Sargon Vynea"] [member="Jericho"]

 

[Jericho]

Jericho remained quiet and listened intently to the Zabraks words. As Jericho was going to speak with the man his daughter entered the room and pour the two cups of her home made tea, The warrior took a moment and leaned foreword and took a deep inhale of the tea, its fine and sweet smell course through his nose and a smile slightly creaked from under his mask. It was these small things that remind that he is not alone any longer. On the chain of thought, she was going to turn fifteen soon; Jericho couldn't help but to sigh slightly to cover a chuckle and looked over to Sargon and turning his mind back to the task at hand.

The warrior kept up his hood the shadow from the over head light hid the majority of his face as he slightly lowered his mask and took in and large gulp of the tea. "Good as always, Sweets." He stated calmly to her, with that said he leaned backed and lightly tapped on the table their code, telling her to stay on guard and she knows what to do if anything happens. "Sargon...Was it? I will not sugarcoat this for you; as you are keenly wanting to know what happen to him." The warrior stated taking another sip of his tea, he release another sigh of relief feeling refresh from the tea. "He was filled with rage and hate, his aura was nothing but darkness. He enslaved someone and did a great many things and traumaized her. Even so, there was something a brim of light." The warrior stopped once more and took another sip of tea. "Whether or not he has found peace I could not tell you. His eyes from what I saw sang only of lonliness."

[member="Asha Hex"]
[member="Sargon Vynea"]

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Leaning back in his chair the Zabrak considered his words as he took a sip of the tea in silence. It wasn't complete disclosure, but it was enough, Arthos had died without making peace with his past. Sighing he finally nodded and released the issue in his heart, it was too late now anyway, the Force had already taken him. Taking a second sip he smiled at the cup before moving his eyes to the girl bowing his head slightly in thanks, and recognition of her.

Now he felt the awkwardness of the situation he'd created, but it was too late in the decision for it to eat at him so he just laughed for a moment as he moved his attention back to the ship's owner. "I apologize for bothering you this night, had I known what time of man you were, and of your family I'd have waited till morning. In the morning though you could have been gone, and the chase continued, as a fellow hunter I'm sure you understand how that risk goes. I've been a poor guest, more so for an uninvited one. I can leave now if it would be best for your family?"

Glancing down though towards the rather deliciously looking plates he had to admit to he'd have rather stayed and eaten, but morals dictated he should offer to leave them in peace first as he was uninvited. He did however give another glance over to the man's daughter a rather appreciative look on his face. "Its looks lovely, thank you, you've been most gracious."

@Jericho @Asha Hex

 

[Lief]

Asha's lips thinned ever so slightly as she heard the exchange between the men. She half-rose, wanting to alleviate any of the tension before it could possibly arise.

"You don't have to leave" she said, before her Father could say the contrary. Truly, the thought of a guest leaving just after food had been set out didn't sit right with her. He may have intruded in the dead of night, but he was inside their home now. And Jericho had inadvertently already invited him to dinner by requesting that she cook for them.

Her mind drifted back to the other guest, the one who was unconscious. Asha could not help but worry for her wellbeing. And if this man, this Zabrak, sought retribution for his brother's demise, she feared it could well be aimed at a girl who had seemingly suffered enough already.


"Please, Sit... I made you supper, and where I come from that's a sign of goodwill."

Okay, so she came from space. But the point still stood!

[member="Sargon Vynea"] [member="Jericho"]