Private To Make the Fractured Whole Again

[Revna Marr]

Primary Tag: Darth Strosius
Other Tag: Varin Mortifer



A Continuation of The Lengths That Were Went​

Weeks had passed since the day Revna had awoken aboard the Harbinger of Absolution, when she opened her eyes to see a familiar and very welcome sight of Darth Strosius there, keeping a watchful vigil over her. So much had happened since that moment, and sometimes Revna would catch herself thinking back over everything. The confessions made, the arguments that had occurred, the tear-filled raw emotions that had been expressed between both of them. If anything, it had brought them closer together, reformed and strengthened the bond. It wasn’t just between a Master and an apprentice anymore…but the bond that was found between a Father and a daughter, even if adopted. To Revna, it didn’t matter if Alisteri Haxim wasn’t her flesh and blood, wasn’t her biological Father. He’d been there for her in ways her real father hadn't, and she held that close to her heart.

Revna was home, finally. Back with her Wonosan Family - what remained of them, anyway. She received visitors in the weeks after she’d left the specialized medical wing and had been placed in her own quarters. Lina Ovmar had come to see her and reconnect, as had Salneva and others. The young Sith woman had worked very hard to strengthen her body after the devastating injuries she had sustained in her fight for freedom with her Master on Dromund Kaas, the fateful day she had finally been released from Prazutis’s control. It had taken a small miracle and a handful of the best healers Wonosa had on hand to repair her shattered spine and recreate the tissues needed to give her back the ability to walk. It was strange to do so without constant, near crippling agony her spinal cage had induced…and she quickly realized she almost preferred the pain over the tingling numbness that now existed in her left leg. It made walking a frustrating challenge, one she was determined to overcome. Eventually, however, she could walk again, even jog…albeit slowly. She would need months to further her healing, and there was some concern that she may have permanent nerve damage in her lower back and left side. But she was alive, and free, and that was what mattered to her. She could work on the rest in her own time, in her own way.

When she was capable of walking on her own without aid, Revna would roam the length of the ship to help strengthen herself further, but it would soon become clear that she was doing it more out of restlessness than anything else. More often than not, her mind returned back to her other home…Korriban, and her desire to return to the famed Tomb World was growing day by day. She’d left so much behind, left behind people she deeply cared for. She wanted to return to them, show them that she was alive. She wanted to find her apprentices and introduce them to their Sith grandmaster - if either of them were still alive, anyway. She wanted to return her Father’s ashes back to Him…and she desperately wanted to embrace Caedes once more so he would know that she was alive and she was free. She’d missed him so much, and as each day or night passed, the ache in her heart only grew deeper.

Korriban was calling her home, and she knew the time was fast approaching when needed to go.

And so, when she felt the time had come, Revna limped through the ship towards her Father’s workstation where she hoped He would be, tinkering on something. Once there, she would make her presence known, seeking entry.

“Father? …Are You there? May I come in?”​

 

[Darth Strosius]

The past few weeks had been nothing short of exhausting. A feat considering His unnatural biology, yet one that had been accomplished nevertheless. Revna's release from the medical ward and into physical therapy had offered little chance for reprieve, He had spent the days leading up to her awakening and then her initial recovery period by her bedside and as such there was a plethora of tasks to attend to. Giving orders via holocall and over datapads could only do so much after all.

While His daughter was being put through the steps and phases crucial to regaining strength and motor function, Darth Strosius had been rather occupied in one meeting room or another. While He still didn't wish to part from the Harbinger itself while Revna was still recovering, there was still work to be done. Thankfully without having to worry about her being in His line of sight at all times He was able to make full use of the vessel's command purpose.

Orchestrating the Order of Wonosa from one ship wasn't ideal and it was a task that He hadn't had to pursue since the cult founded a home on Formos, yet it was accomplished all the same. Albeit with more than enough headache to go with it. Darth Strosius hadn't been able to visit Revna during her physical therapy as much as He'd have liked but each time He did see her meant that her recovery was simply all the more remarkable in His eyes. It was the only thing that eased His mind within the past few days.

Not even His usual tinkering had been quite as cathartic as it usually was. Wrapping His mind around the little ring project for Lady Ovmar had seemed easy enough in concept, in practice however it was increasingly frustrating. Casting Phrik successfully was proving to be quite the challenge. Darth Strosius hissed a curse as He pulled another failed ring from the mold, the item brittle enough to come apart in His fingers even before He threw it aside and out of the way.

He straightened up from His hunched position over the workstation and kiln at the sound of knocking, stepping away from it completely when He heard Revna's voice. Well at least there was one bright spot in the day He supposed. "Yes of course my dear, come on in." The masked man idly smoothed out His more casual and practical robes, sliding off the heavier gloves that He had been using to handle the molds during casting and swiftly replacing them with His usual ones before the door had time to slide open.

Revna Marr / Varin Mortifer