Kyyrk
Vylmira's Wrath
Present Day
0100 hours
Naboo
The only question now: was he still worthy of that title? Kyyrk took another sip of the drink held loosely in his hand. In it shattered state, Kyyrk's mind had begun to reach out, calling upon the Force to supplement his memories by any means necessary. Srina Talon had commanded the man to do all in his power to rebuild that shattered mind, and to remember who he had been. Such a thing had been easy enough, once he knew where to look. In his own way, Kyyrk had documented his travels well. Though to anyone else, it would be anyone's guess as to what the man was documenting. Until one night, he was granted a vision. A vision he spoke to Srina about in vivid detail. He sought her guidance. In return, he was sent to the first place to appear within his vision. The ruins of the White-Gold tower on Vylmira. The item he had found within was simple, mundane even. Or so it would seem.
In private, Kyyrk told Srina of the significance of this item. It was a crystal he'd held dear. One he dared not touch with his bare skin for fear of the memories it carried. The wintered woman, acting on a hunch, dispatched a team in secret to the second of Kyyrk's visions. A small outpost on Belsavis. What they brought back was immediately identified by Kyyrk as a pauldron. One from a suit of armor he'd sought to create. But he was never given the chance. The Force was showing him something. He was being guided on a pilgrimage.
Now, nearly two months after the discovery of the crystal, the last of the items had been brought to him. He had been summoned to the Exarch's office, and presented with the package. The final piece of the puzzle laid before him. His business was concluded, and he was dismissed for the day. He'd hardly moved from the couch as he considered the ramifications of what was about to happen. He'd seen visions of his past already. Visions that filled the man with fear of the monster he'd become. He swore to never wield another lightsaber. And yet he was reminded of a creed he had taken as a child. To be a defender. A single scene, taken out of context, could paint an array of pictures. But as Kyyrk stared at the crystal lying on the coffee table before him, he was filled with doubt. What would these memories show him to be? A monster? A demon?
Kyyrk sighed quietly, and drained the rest of his beverage. There was only one way to do this. No sense in being coy about it. The coffee table was pushed towards the fireplace, allowing him ample room to kneel on the floor between the couch and the table. His gaze fixed upon the crystal that rested upon the table, flanked by the other items that had been gathered to feed the void within his mind. His brow furrowed as he studied the object. It was most certainly a Sith crystal, he could still feel the lingering traces of darkness upon it. Yet it was not created nor tortured like a normal Sith crystal. This one had been grown. A natural specimen. Kyyrk squinted as he studied the crystal closer. The molecular structure was nearly identical to those found on Ilum. But it was not an exact match. This crystal had been transplanted somewhere else. Kyyrk sighed quietly. Where, he could not tell. Not this way. Before he took the next step, however, he picked up his communicator. Something in the back of his mind told him that it was about to be a long night. A long, stressful night. A long, lonely night.
//Dinner tomorrow? Will be up late working on something. No idea when I'll have a chance to rest. Dinner is the soonest I'd be able to commit to something.//
The message was short and simple, meant for the eyes of Alessandra Creed , one of the few beings that had taken the time to understand Kyyrk. To help him. Even if she didn't realize it in the moment. Kyyrk set the communicator down on the table beside the crystal. The time was upon him. With a heavy breath, he reached out, hand held over the small lightsaber crystal, and his eyes slowly closed. His hand lowered, and his fingers wrapped around the item. As he touched it, it began to glow a soft blue, and emitted a gentle warmth into his hand. Like it was welcoming an old friend. Kyyrk smiled to himself, and then his mind was no longer his. A memory came rushing back, the scene playing across his mind as if he were really there. The long night had begun. It was time to learn what kind of a being he had been...