Artemis Vahl'Nyx
I'll Be Your Lionheart
LOCATION: Ossus; Outside Jedi Academy
RECOMMENDED MUSIC: Nyx's Funeral Songs
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How does one cope with loss? With the death of someone they knew? What can, if anything, be done to erase the pain? To at least lessen it?... In the wake of demise, each affected individual finds his, her, or their own way to find closure. Their methods vary both in style and amount of success. One such way was to simply pretend that the person in question was not deceased. No, they were alive, not dead at all. That train of thought was usually checked at the door for the funeral. Perhaps people were experiencing that now. Hmm? Oh, you didn't know that it was today?... My sincerest apologies. Did not mean to burst your bubble... but the proceedings are about to start. This is your last chance to say goodbye to what's left of her. However little that is...
"We... are gathered here today to mourn the loss- no, sorry. We are here to celebrate the life of our dear friend, Private, or as some of you knew her, Padawan D.S. Nyx..."
THIRTY MINUTES EARLIER:
There weren't to many who felt the impact of her fall. A few dozen, perhaps, were able to notice her absence. Maybe that doesn't seem like many... but it's far more people than she ever thought would care. It's rather sad, though, that she never realized that. The Zorren had died thinking that only two would miss her. One was missing in action, the other to busy to place flowers on her grave, right? No. If the first was still around... Hmm? What's that now?... Oh! You think we're talking about Lydia Stone and Corvus Raaf? How right you are! Out of everyone who knew the ex-Imperial, those two know her the best. But they weren't alone. They did not suffer a loss alone. Oh, no, no one ever really did. Any time someone dies they leave a gap behind that can rarely be filled. Far more could feel the hole in their chests, the weight on their shoulders, then she could have ever anticipated.
Faal'en Alhdrich.
A man of rather average height stood quietly to the side. In front of him Jedi and Protectorate soldiers alike were milling about, setting the last few things up. No one had questioned the decision to hold the funeral on Ossus. That had been... her... home for the last six months of her life. It had been there that she had learned a great deal about herself, about others, about the universe. And so Omega and the Republic had worked to provide mourners with a joint event. Now, together, they gathered by an elegant cliff-side, hearts heavy, to remember a friend. Less than half of those currently present had actually spoken to her. Most had simply... witnessed her in action. A few were only there to comfort those who had known the woman.
Not Faal'en though. He was far to busy choking back tears, trying to fight the guilt gnawing at his chest, threatening to tear him apart from the inside. IT'S MY FAULT, he thought, WHY DID I HIDE? There weren't many people who walked away from Cularin alive. This particular soldier had- though perhaps 'limped' was a better term. Nyx's attempts to distract the Sith's soldiers had bought him enough time to find a place to hide. For six hours he had hid beneath dirt and rubble, sobbing the whole time, occasionally daring to try to contact the others. When he finally peeked out there were only fire and corpses to be seen. It took him another three days to slowly find his way off world.
Coming back to Ossus had filled him with horror.
Honestly the Firrere0 had been convinced that his friend, his comrade, was still alive. How could anyone manage to kill her? That woman had been made of phrik. Ending her existence... was a crime against humanity, against sentience as a whole! Gods, he thought, how could this be?... There was a new feeling arising in the pit of his stomach. Rage. Horrid, untamed, untapped fury. At [member="Vrag"]. At the Sith. At darksiders in general! But one must remember that anger is a secondary emotion. First comes something else. That then grows, develops, and transforms into the emotion most know all to well. For him, Faal'en the Republic Engineer, the source of his feelings was clear: Despair. Sadness. The same went for others there...
Merikudan "Miku" Walhart
Being raptured hadn't been fun. Crawling out of hell had not been fun. But watching your best friend try not to cry because he was stupid enough to think he had caused somebody's death? Oh, that was the opposite of enjoyable. What the frak was Faa's problem anyway? What bantha-chite had gotten into his head to make him think that he could have done anything to save the girl? There had been thousands of real Imperials coming down on them. Not to mention the karking Sith Lords who showed up! Had the idiot tried to help... Ugh, he would have gotten himself killed. Though knowing him, he'll probably find a way without her. Miku was considered a pessimist. That much was probably true.
What to many people didn't know was that he actually did have a heart. Instead of simply pumping blood, as that part of the circulatory system is meant for, his also worked hard on worrying about those he cared about. Such as Faal'en. Part of him had also cared about Nyx. Not because they were friends (she did almost steal his job from him, after all) but because she was Faal'en's friend. Such was the way things worked for the Cathar man. Now he stood among strangers, awkwardly sipping a glass of 'light' beer (he had poured his own concoction into a bottle of what had been provided) while trying to figure out how to comfort his friend.
All the while he felt a nagging feeling in his stomach. One he was trying so desperately to ignore. This isn't the time, he thought. Thinking, however, does not go hand-in-hand with doing. No attempts were made to push the sensation away. Miku let the discomfort sit. Let it fester and spread. What was it that plagued him? Anxiety. Worry. Extreme concern over the state of his friend. The friend who hadn't been able to save someone he liked (Faal'en insisted on calling it love). How could he not fret over this? Knowing the Firrerreo... trouble would be coming. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. Soon, though, soon the fighting duo would once more rush into combat in an effort to avenge someone neither of them knew very well. Such was the way things worked for Miku.
Vivienne Nevera-Zambrano
"Master Doiyei... I was wondering where my friend was? Nyx was going to teach me how to braid the other younglings' hair so you and her didn't have to do it anymore. Have you seen her?" The child, who was merely eight years old, had no idea why her companion visibly stiffened at her words. Nor did she understand why she had been asked to help out the old lady for a few hours. With the way everyone was acting, it was almost like they were keeping her away from something! That was a silly notion, of course. What could they want to hide from her?... Oh! Vivienne was certain she understood. Nyx was going to come home today! Yes, that had to be it, and they simply wanted it to be a pleasant surprise.
Suddenly her assignment didn't seem so bad after all. Even if Doiyei didn't answer her question.
Doctor Lydia Stone
She wasn't dead. Nyx was dead. But she wasn't. Why would she be dead?... Oh, yes, the Rapturing. That made sense. Many died in the Rapturing. Not her. No, no, never her. Sticks are fragile. Stones are not so easily broken. Yes! I'm still alive! Thought the Jedi Master as she curled up on her makeshift bed, eyes fluttering shut, starting to dream of the woman she had loved. Drapeam is dead. She knew. Though the Rapturing had left her lost on a world she didn't know... the force had told her of her friend's fate. It would have been cruel not to. I am alive. She repeated the thought three more times. But the one I love is dead. Once more. That is sad. Yes, Stone, yes it is. Hmm... There is no emotion, there is only peace... And for the seventieth time that evening she repeated the code that had been drilled into her head since she was young.
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There were others. Others who started wandering into the area, mingling quietly, waiting for the ceremony to start. Waiting to watch what little remained of a good woman to be put to rest. Did... did any of them notice the flickering blue form off to the side? The one with long, ginger hair? She with the thin limbs? No, it didn't seem like many were paying any attention to the ghost. They didn't know then. They didn't know that it was a vision of a younger Boomshot queen. A vision of a better Nyx. Before the wars. Before the death of Dromand Kaas. Prior to the events of peacetime. And long before she even knew she held the force in her hands. A better her for sure.
The ghost smiled sadly at the guests, never moving to speak to any, only watching.
Funerals are not for the dead. Funerals are for the living.
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ATTENDEES: [member="Corvus Raaf"], [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Uri Aureleos"], [member="Enigma"]
NOTES: I highly recommend listening to the playlist above. It's fairly long (26 songs), but I think it really fits the mood of the thread. Oh, and be warned, if you post a song in this thread, chances are I'll be adding it to the playlist.
RECOMMENDED MUSIC: Nyx's Funeral Songs
=================================================
How does one cope with loss? With the death of someone they knew? What can, if anything, be done to erase the pain? To at least lessen it?... In the wake of demise, each affected individual finds his, her, or their own way to find closure. Their methods vary both in style and amount of success. One such way was to simply pretend that the person in question was not deceased. No, they were alive, not dead at all. That train of thought was usually checked at the door for the funeral. Perhaps people were experiencing that now. Hmm? Oh, you didn't know that it was today?... My sincerest apologies. Did not mean to burst your bubble... but the proceedings are about to start. This is your last chance to say goodbye to what's left of her. However little that is...
"We... are gathered here today to mourn the loss- no, sorry. We are here to celebrate the life of our dear friend, Private, or as some of you knew her, Padawan D.S. Nyx..."
THIRTY MINUTES EARLIER:
There weren't to many who felt the impact of her fall. A few dozen, perhaps, were able to notice her absence. Maybe that doesn't seem like many... but it's far more people than she ever thought would care. It's rather sad, though, that she never realized that. The Zorren had died thinking that only two would miss her. One was missing in action, the other to busy to place flowers on her grave, right? No. If the first was still around... Hmm? What's that now?... Oh! You think we're talking about Lydia Stone and Corvus Raaf? How right you are! Out of everyone who knew the ex-Imperial, those two know her the best. But they weren't alone. They did not suffer a loss alone. Oh, no, no one ever really did. Any time someone dies they leave a gap behind that can rarely be filled. Far more could feel the hole in their chests, the weight on their shoulders, then she could have ever anticipated.
Faal'en Alhdrich.
A man of rather average height stood quietly to the side. In front of him Jedi and Protectorate soldiers alike were milling about, setting the last few things up. No one had questioned the decision to hold the funeral on Ossus. That had been... her... home for the last six months of her life. It had been there that she had learned a great deal about herself, about others, about the universe. And so Omega and the Republic had worked to provide mourners with a joint event. Now, together, they gathered by an elegant cliff-side, hearts heavy, to remember a friend. Less than half of those currently present had actually spoken to her. Most had simply... witnessed her in action. A few were only there to comfort those who had known the woman.
Not Faal'en though. He was far to busy choking back tears, trying to fight the guilt gnawing at his chest, threatening to tear him apart from the inside. IT'S MY FAULT, he thought, WHY DID I HIDE? There weren't many people who walked away from Cularin alive. This particular soldier had- though perhaps 'limped' was a better term. Nyx's attempts to distract the Sith's soldiers had bought him enough time to find a place to hide. For six hours he had hid beneath dirt and rubble, sobbing the whole time, occasionally daring to try to contact the others. When he finally peeked out there were only fire and corpses to be seen. It took him another three days to slowly find his way off world.
Coming back to Ossus had filled him with horror.
Honestly the Firrere0 had been convinced that his friend, his comrade, was still alive. How could anyone manage to kill her? That woman had been made of phrik. Ending her existence... was a crime against humanity, against sentience as a whole! Gods, he thought, how could this be?... There was a new feeling arising in the pit of his stomach. Rage. Horrid, untamed, untapped fury. At [member="Vrag"]. At the Sith. At darksiders in general! But one must remember that anger is a secondary emotion. First comes something else. That then grows, develops, and transforms into the emotion most know all to well. For him, Faal'en the Republic Engineer, the source of his feelings was clear: Despair. Sadness. The same went for others there...
Merikudan "Miku" Walhart
Being raptured hadn't been fun. Crawling out of hell had not been fun. But watching your best friend try not to cry because he was stupid enough to think he had caused somebody's death? Oh, that was the opposite of enjoyable. What the frak was Faa's problem anyway? What bantha-chite had gotten into his head to make him think that he could have done anything to save the girl? There had been thousands of real Imperials coming down on them. Not to mention the karking Sith Lords who showed up! Had the idiot tried to help... Ugh, he would have gotten himself killed. Though knowing him, he'll probably find a way without her. Miku was considered a pessimist. That much was probably true.
What to many people didn't know was that he actually did have a heart. Instead of simply pumping blood, as that part of the circulatory system is meant for, his also worked hard on worrying about those he cared about. Such as Faal'en. Part of him had also cared about Nyx. Not because they were friends (she did almost steal his job from him, after all) but because she was Faal'en's friend. Such was the way things worked for the Cathar man. Now he stood among strangers, awkwardly sipping a glass of 'light' beer (he had poured his own concoction into a bottle of what had been provided) while trying to figure out how to comfort his friend.
All the while he felt a nagging feeling in his stomach. One he was trying so desperately to ignore. This isn't the time, he thought. Thinking, however, does not go hand-in-hand with doing. No attempts were made to push the sensation away. Miku let the discomfort sit. Let it fester and spread. What was it that plagued him? Anxiety. Worry. Extreme concern over the state of his friend. The friend who hadn't been able to save someone he liked (Faal'en insisted on calling it love). How could he not fret over this? Knowing the Firrerreo... trouble would be coming. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. Soon, though, soon the fighting duo would once more rush into combat in an effort to avenge someone neither of them knew very well. Such was the way things worked for Miku.
Vivienne Nevera-Zambrano
"Master Doiyei... I was wondering where my friend was? Nyx was going to teach me how to braid the other younglings' hair so you and her didn't have to do it anymore. Have you seen her?" The child, who was merely eight years old, had no idea why her companion visibly stiffened at her words. Nor did she understand why she had been asked to help out the old lady for a few hours. With the way everyone was acting, it was almost like they were keeping her away from something! That was a silly notion, of course. What could they want to hide from her?... Oh! Vivienne was certain she understood. Nyx was going to come home today! Yes, that had to be it, and they simply wanted it to be a pleasant surprise.
Suddenly her assignment didn't seem so bad after all. Even if Doiyei didn't answer her question.
Doctor Lydia Stone
She wasn't dead. Nyx was dead. But she wasn't. Why would she be dead?... Oh, yes, the Rapturing. That made sense. Many died in the Rapturing. Not her. No, no, never her. Sticks are fragile. Stones are not so easily broken. Yes! I'm still alive! Thought the Jedi Master as she curled up on her makeshift bed, eyes fluttering shut, starting to dream of the woman she had loved. Drapeam is dead. She knew. Though the Rapturing had left her lost on a world she didn't know... the force had told her of her friend's fate. It would have been cruel not to. I am alive. She repeated the thought three more times. But the one I love is dead. Once more. That is sad. Yes, Stone, yes it is. Hmm... There is no emotion, there is only peace... And for the seventieth time that evening she repeated the code that had been drilled into her head since she was young.
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There were others. Others who started wandering into the area, mingling quietly, waiting for the ceremony to start. Waiting to watch what little remained of a good woman to be put to rest. Did... did any of them notice the flickering blue form off to the side? The one with long, ginger hair? She with the thin limbs? No, it didn't seem like many were paying any attention to the ghost. They didn't know then. They didn't know that it was a vision of a younger Boomshot queen. A vision of a better Nyx. Before the wars. Before the death of Dromand Kaas. Prior to the events of peacetime. And long before she even knew she held the force in her hands. A better her for sure.
The ghost smiled sadly at the guests, never moving to speak to any, only watching.
Funerals are not for the dead. Funerals are for the living.
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ATTENDEES: [member="Corvus Raaf"], [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Uri Aureleos"], [member="Enigma"]
NOTES: I highly recommend listening to the playlist above. It's fairly long (26 songs), but I think it really fits the mood of the thread. Oh, and be warned, if you post a song in this thread, chances are I'll be adding it to the playlist.