Private The Reunion

[Jax Thio]

Location: Room of Thousand Fountains
Equipment: Tattered Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Spasa , Aveline Cuiléin


Jax found himself back in the Netherworld.

The bright stars filled the purple starry sky while Jax wondered the plane dressed in his long white robes. Looking around Jax quickly found out that once again he was in between the living and the dead. The last time he was here it was after Jax died at Ziost killed by Pom Stych Tivé , yet this time it felt different as though instead being offered a chance to become one with the Force Jax was being summoned. The more further Jax walked the more he heard a voice talking, beckoning Jax to come closer. Feeling the tall strands of grass through his fingers, Jax approached the massive acacia tree in the middle in the middle of the Grasslands. A bright light shimmered in front of him forming into an old man dressed in Jedi Robes.

"Master Oda!" Jax's heart stopped and immediately dropped to his knees. Oda looked at him bemused and shook his head. "How many times do I have to tell you Jax?" He said in his usual raspy voice. "Stand up! You are a Jedi!"

Reluctantly, Jax slowly rose up doing his best to stop the tears from forming in his eyes. So many questions to ask since they last met, even now after his brush with death it was still shocking to see his old master again. "Master Oda," Jax whispered. "Why did you summon me?"

"To see you once again Jax," Oda replied. "To tell you how much I'm proud of you, you are not a Jedi Knight any more."

"I'm not?" Jax frowned. "What? I'm officially dead now?"

Oda chuckled. "I won't spoil it for you," he said. "You're no longer that reckless and suicidal man Jax, you've become strong and wise. Yet there are still hurdles for you to overcome."

Jax remained at attention listening to every word that Master Oda told him. "Pom....," Oda began. "Will do whatever it takes to kill her other self, you have freed Spasa from Pom but now she is still in grave danger. Pom is seeking Spasa, seeking her and all her thoughts bent to Spasa. Pom years to kill Spasa so she can know true darkness but you and I both know that it'll doom her as well."

Jax knew that, he even warned Pom about it but Spasa is here and Jax will have to do what it takes to protect her. Yet that wasn't what Oda summoned Jax for, he can feel that Oda was hiding something. Besides......

"You haven't answered my question Master," Jax said bluntly.

"Quite right," Oda looked down. "There is another matter with your family bloodline."

"My parents?" Jax asked taking a step forward Oda looked at him worry etched on his face. "You will find the truth about your family soon Jax," Oda said. "It'll be more complicated than what you'll anticipate. If you want to learn the truth of where you came from, Spasa is the key."

"What does that mean?!" Jax said. "Master! I must know!"

The Netherworld began to fade around him as Oda smiled.

Were his last words as Jax's vision was obscured by the bright light his body was now doused with pain as the sound of multiple water fountains were heard. Groaning, Jax slowly opened his eyes as he found himself being dragged by Spasa. "What the frack?" Jax mumbled trying to move but was unable to.

 

[Spasa]

Tags: Jax Thio​

How long had it been? She had watched so much life happen from her safe haven within the Empyrean protected by the Ashla…and yet, far more of her consciousness suffered in Darkness than in the Light. She can still hear the whispers. Parts of her Soul are still trapped in very Dark places, tugging on her thoughts to give in. Then there is PomStychTivé a Nightsister, Spasa's exact likeness in every way, except for her freedom and choice of associations. All parts of the same Soul had been one singular life until the Ashla and the Fanged God tore her essence in half. One intent to preserve her, the other jealous to covet her. The Ashla renamed her daughter Spasa. At the request of PomStychTivé, Carnifex snatched up wayward shreds of her soul intent on safekeeping for as her Horcrux. How is it both persons exist in the physical realm, along with the awareness of parts of herself which exist imprisoned in his Darkness? Only by the Will of the goddess of Light perhaps.



She first became consciously aware that she now exists outside the Empyrean, when her physical body could not move without great effort and a profound sensation of pain which does not merely exist in her mind alone. The last thing she remembers is having heard a pack of ravenous beast tear apart one less fortunate, and this very moment. She survived the prowling beasts left by the invading Sith, by her state of unconsciousness, and the Darkness from outside sources which continually assault her thoughts.

A face she remembers, but not an inkling as to why, only accompanied by snippets of dissociated memories now rests unconscious and covered in blood nearby. 'What is his name?' She cannot remember it.

Her actions unfold and yet her short term memory is worthless to serve her, she feels dissociated, merely puppeteering the body her soul possesses, feeling little emotion regarding her involvement with unfolding events.

Touching the gash across his chest… the blinding Light she manifested in attempt to mend him… losing her connection to the Light, when the whispers began all over again drawing her thoughts toward Darkness. His blood soaking into her garments.

Pitch black, these lower levels, 'but where are we?' Spasa continued to struggle to move her body, to feel even remotely awake. A wounded beast darts by, much too near for comfort. It moves on, leaving the two alone, thankfully, just as the others had done before.

"Hey," sitting erect upon the cold steel floor with his head set upon her lap, she tapped his cheek gently. She understands that she cannot simply stay here and wait for him to regain consciousness to lead the way. She isn't even certain he will know the way out of here. Something mysterious leads her to understand that she cannot leave him alone in the Darkness.

Spasa rises from the floor like one whose knees long forgot how to automatically straighten. In the room of a thousand fountains, the roar of the water drowns out all other sound. She has no idea what direction to head. She imagines she will head in the direction towards where the beasts have darted from; perhaps someone is driving them out. She bent down and took hold of Jax's lifeless body, tucking his feet under her ribs, pinning his ankles tightly in her bent elbows. She groaned in exasperation at the weight of him.

'Try to locate someone who might know what is going on.'



Jax stirred and Spasa abruptly turned to face him, but just as quickly as he had enlivened, his lucidity once again vanished. Her head is swimming with impeding images not her own. Her torn soul steeped in sheer Darkness, still connected by a joint conscious awareness. The Nightsister portion purposefully reached out and tormented her with demented illusions, while other thoughts lingered on unceasing emotional torture, confusion, and physical imprisonment.

Out of the darkness of the temple stepped the jedi who had directly faced-off against the Brotherhood of the Maw. Spasa was immediately identified as the enemy among them. Lightsabers drawn at all angles, the Witch released her hold on Jax, and he was immediately tended to by his comrades. Spasa stood still, her head trapped in a daze as her thoughts remained captivated by a Darkness she possesses no focus to escape. Her saving grace no longer present to relieve her as had her goddess so many times before.​

 

[Aveline Cuiléin]

The creature let out a wretched growl as Aveline’s blue lightsaber carved through it. Still it crawled there on the ground. With a grunt she twirled the hilt in her grip, and sunk it back down into the creature until it lay still. “Sithspawn” she whispered in realization. There could be no other explanation.

The growls coming from around the corner and the rubble behind told this was not yet over. There was a sudden pulse in the Force, dark and twisted, and she turned to the towering Kel Dor who stood across the street from her, now faced with three of the macabre beasts assailing him. “Master!” Aveline darted to him, her blade joined with his.

The two stood back to back as they held firm against the onslaught, the trio joined by their remaining comrades who had found the bravery to step forth from the shadows. Though the man was something like twice her size, Aveline held her ground well, both deeply entrenched in the defensive Soresu stance.

One beast went high, the other went low. Somehow Aveline found the time and space to deflect them both. There were more behind, but they had to wait their turn. One of those who had tried to bite off her knee instead turned to the taller Jedi in hopes to find more fortune there. That was the opening! In a sudden switch Aveline lept over them in a flip, drawing upon the acrobatics of Ataru. In the brief moment she found herself upside down she worked her blade, guided by the Force. The other Jedi too broke off his stance and went on the attack.

The whole ordeal lasted another four minutes. One by one the beasts were picked off, and once they lost the advantage of numbers the two Jedi managed to finish them with ease. Breathing heavy, the Kel Dor placed a heavy hand on her shoulder. Aveline thought that behind his silver mask he was smiling. Over time she had learned to read his facial expressions by the contours around his eyes. “You did well, Padawan” “Thank you, Master” It had been a close call, but when was it not?

“That was the last of them. Our move?” The antiox breath mask gave his voice a metallic sound, yet somehow Ammon Rane, Jedi Master of the Silver Order managed to fill it with his warmth, and make it seem more alive somehow. “Look for survivors, I think” Looking around at all the destruction, Aveline could scarcely believe there would be anything left. Nor could she sense anyone, at least not in the vicinity. “Agreed. Help the wounded, bring those in need to the temple.” Such became their plan. By Rane’s rationale, they could not know what hospitals stood operational and which had been destroyed. But the Jedi Temple they could trust to remain intact, and equally that they would open their medical wings to those in their hour of need.

Jax Thio Spasa​

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Room of Thousand Fountains
Equipment: Tattered Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Spasa , Aveline Cuiléin


Jax wanted to say something to Spasa but it even hurt to to move his mouth. The shamans back in Gaia weren't kidding when they told Jax that Oneness consumes all of a person's energy. Jax moved his head trying to look at where Spasa was taking him, he could imagine that the Jedi Temple was in terrible shape, the Brotherhood of the Maw last he saw them was really giving the Jedi hell. Part of Jax hoped that he and Spasa weren't the only survivors yet the sounds of the Lightsabers simultaneously activating filled him with dread. Were there Sith? Did they defeat the Jedi and are now slaughtering the survivors. "Now I know how a Jedi on Operation: Knightfall feels," Jax thought trying to crane his head to see who they were.

Yet the people who surrounded them were.... Jedi! They did it! They held back the Sith! Yet Jax could see that they were hostile towards Spasa. "Wait!" Jax used what little strength he had to roll over and crawl towards the Jedi. "Do not attack Spasa! She's with me!" Jax continued to crawl but his limbs felt like they were submerged underwater tied to bricks. "Please," Jax said his voice strained. "She's innocent!"

 

[Spasa]

Tags: Jax Thio | Aveline Cuiléin
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Her senses remain heightened, ensnaring her mind to contemplate sensations of fury and pain as bombarded her by beasts all around. The whispers echo still from afar, further intensifying her state of delirium. She had been thrust out from under wing of Ashla, and immediately assaulted by Darkness unleashed, steeped into the full weight of chaos. Nothing remained to ease the pressure to succumb unto its demands. It sought to bend and control her, her resistance bound within the shreds of her heart which remain retaining her humanity.

Lightsabers drawn all around her, while from one nameless face demands, "Drop him!" Spasa turns her head before gazing back once again at the one she tugged along the ground at her heels. She notices that he is moving now. She released her grip on him, making not a single motion to defend her position. In her rationality she is entirely oblivious to her predicament.

Her face not known directly to many, but certainly earned mention in a memo or two for PomStychTivé's participation in core world invasions, Spasa could technically be charged with the galactic crimes of her doppelgänger. At times while she was attuned to Pom's deeds, she could share a detailed account of each instance. As Pom caused great anguish unto the heart of Spasa, likewise Spasa's existence remained for Pom as a hint of her lingering sense of compassion.

Spasa turned to only half-consciously witness those who took a knee to tend to the pressing medical needs of Jax. She locked her eyes upon his own. From deep inside her, PomStychTivé gazed as well.
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