The Sands of Time | Amylia

[Malok]

Location: Midsummer Oasis, Tatooine​

Tag: [member="Amylia Themba"]​

Two chapters had been penned amidst the endless sands.

At a glance, the desert world was one of miniscule value. T'was nothing more than a den of scum and a cesspool of villainy. No matter how many nations attempting to bring true order to the dunes, Tatooine refused to be tamed. To attempt so was to waste resource after resource - for cockroaches knew very well how to scurry away from the light. And yet, despite how sordid of a world it was...Tatooine held a place of special significance to the Sith Lord. Two pivotal moments of his life had transpired here - one of greatest triumph, and one of near total loss. When Darth Metus was but a young man, no greater in age than one of his teenaged daughters, he walked the sands in search of a test. The Dark Side yet roiled fresh within him, and thus he needed a challenge to satiate his ambition.

And he found it here, amidst the endless sands. A Greater Krayt Dragon rose to smite the young warrior for his arrogance. But by his might and the Force alone did Darth Metus live to see victory over this beast. The second occurrence was a battle. His nation - the Confederacy of Independent Systems - descended upon Tatooine in an attempt to wrest control of the planet away from the Galactic Empire. Though a cesspool, tactically the world had significant value. It could act as a staging point for later operations against their neighboring foe; and thus, the Sith had to lay claim to the endless sands. But in pursuing this ambition, he nearly lost a treasure to the tides of war. His favored apprentice, Srina Talon, was ran through with the blade in her duel against Adron Malvern. And though the Confederacy would ultimately seize control over the planet, the near loss was enough to temper the Sith's ambitions for the moment.

For no tactical advantage was worth such loss.

Tatooine was responsible for valuable lessons and instances of great growth for Darth Metus. So much so that, after the latest wars had begun to wane, he wandered the sands attempting to see the path forward. So much rested upon his shoulders. So many adversaries yet tarried across the stars. So many choices yet to be made...his path had to be absolute - for any faltering could see billions of lives extinguished. As such, the Sith chose where he had achieved his victory over the Greater Krayt Dragon as a place of refuge. Yet, over time, his visits to the world had seen the skeleton of the beast elevated to a true contradiction to the sweltering heat. He had seen fit to pump credits into the locale, elevating the space into one of the few sources of moisture amidst the sweeping sands. The Midsummer Oasis was a fitting place to reflect.

And, it would save those who were lost from dying of thirst amidst the unrelenting heat. This day, the Sith seated himself before the water's edge, refreshing himself with a swig from his canteen. His thoughts were not upon Tatooine, but rather Kuat. And Arkam. How much had he gained by going there that day...how much had he lost?

 

[Amylia Themba]

Location: --Midsummer Oasis, Tatooine--
Local Time: --N/A--
Tags: [member="Darth Metus"]

The heat... the endless, burning and hellish blaze of the two sun-

Ah-

Amylia flinched, instinctively leaning back and shaking her sweaty hand to ease the slight pain. A tiny drop of blood started to form on the tip of one of her tattoo covered fingers and the girl rubbed it against her equally sweaty thigh. She wasn't a bad seamstress, not by a long shot, but it simply wasn't what she was meant to be. The girl's dark brown and orb like eyes ran along her hand, the ink inside her skin and the wild shapes it formed when going up to her shoulders. They all had a story to tell. A tale of the girl's shattered past, of who she was. A tale that got buried under the burning sands of two equally hellish and chaos filled planets, the pieces of it never to be found, at least not by the girl herself.

...Not today for sure, that is...

By no chance was this the first time Amylia managed to wound herself when going too deep in thoughts. The tips of her fingers were riddled with small, scar like marks, most caused by the sharp tip of the needle now lying on the floor. Amylia bit her lip, leaning forward she picked up the small, sharp needle from the ground before getting up and taking a second look at the tiny cut it had caused. Sure enough, a small droplet of blood managed to escape the almost invisible wound, falling to the colorful piece of clothing lying on the wooden desktop and creating a small red mark on it. Blood. It was her blood. It was something that had been inside the girl from day one, from the absolute beginning.


...If only she knew who exactly she shared that blood with...

 

[Malok]

Tag: [member="Amylia Themba"]​

Typically speaking, the Midsummer Oasis was an isolated retreat.

Though the Sith had spared no expense in seeing to its creation, for a time he believed that it was solely he who would reap the benefits of its existence. Thus, as he lost himself in thought beside the waters, he did not immediately notice the presence of another. It was poor on his part to have lowered his guard to such a degree - for if the sable-skinned girl had malicious intent, she could have dealt a grievous blow against the southern systems this day. However. It appeared as though she was far more concerned with the works of her hands than with the man who had joined her under the heat of Tatooine. Nonetheless, as the moments rolled past, the Sith eventually noticed the movement of fingers upon fabrics out of his peripheral vision.

His eyebrow raised immediately as he took in the sight of the young woman. Surprise claimed his face initially, but in the following moment he offered a warm smile. Sulfuric eyes, once as deep and brown as hers, first found the myriad of tattoos upon her skin before they found her eyes. The patterns pricked at the vaults of his memory, for they were...vaguely familiar but he couldn't quite put a finger on it. No matter. For now, he raised his dominant hand and gave a slight wave. "Afternoon." he remarked. "What brings you all the way out here?" And as the question left his lips, he remembered! He, ha, "knew" a woman who had such tattoos long ago. Something about lineage or what have you. It was actually what had sparked the first conversation.

She noticed the sigil of his clan emblazoned upon the shoulder pad of his armor in those days. And their chat about the importance of representing who they were stretched into the night. There was some fun to be had between them both once the stars were overhead; he spared a thought to wonder where the woman was these days. "You from Jakku, by any chance?"