Private Transmissions Through Time

[Lysander von Ascania]

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To: Sibylla Abrantes <s.i.abrantes@theednet.holo>
From : Lysander von Ascania <L.von.Ascania@UkatisMail.holo>
Subject : Hello from Kor’Ethyr Academy!

Hey Sibylla!

Okay okay, I know— this email is wayyy overdue, and I’m probably the galaxy’s worst pen pal, but hear me out: settling down on Korriban has been its own crazy journey!

So, I’ve got a roommate now. He’s actually not completely terrible, which is, like, surprising. The only time he's not brooding is when he's asleep. But at least he doesn't snore. It's the little wins, you know?

Then there’s this one Zabrak kid. Let’s just say we’re not exactly on friendly terms. It all started with him staring at me, and I might have let a little comment slip. Next thing you know, words were exchanged, and it escalated into a full blown confrontation that kinda sorta pulled in other students and even the faculty. But yeah, I’m pretty sure we’re totally locked in a rivalry now. Honestly, part of me thinks he’s just jealous that my hair game is stronger than his. Who knows?

Oh, and the sand! It’s everywhere. I swear it defies physics by getting into my eyes somehow even when I’m indoors! Sometimes.. I wonder if Korriban has it out for me personally.

I’ve also started exploring a bit whenever I get some free time. The landscapes here are harsh and much different than Naboo, but still kind of beautiful in their own way.

I keep wondering how you're doing and what's new in Theed? Any interesting speeches or debates in the Senate lately? And I definitely need some of your snark to survive this place. Quips, jokes, maybe some life advice.. I’ll take anything! I guess you could say I kind of miss it.

Can’t wait to hear back from you.

Best,
Lysander

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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To : Lysander von Ascania <L.von.Ascania@UkatisMail.holo>
From: Sibylla Abrantes <s.i.abrantes@theednet.holo>
Subject: Re: Hello from Kor'Ethyr Academy!

Hello Lysander,

You know, for a self proclaimed terrible pen pal, I think you're doing a much better job than some others I could name (Cassian... but we won't talk about him). Korriban's been an interesting choice for you for self-exploration, though I find it hard to imagine a place where the sand gets in your eyes, even indoors. I've never been to a desert world, much less one whose composition spurs conspiracy theories regarding its attempts to attack me...

May I perhaps recommend a set of goggles and a hat?

As for your roommate, I'm glad to hear he's not completely unbearable, although I must admit, your little 'rivalry' with your other companion sounds... extremely familiar. A Zabrak in particular? How very on brand. However, I do think you should hold on to the one-up you've got with your hair game. Let him stew in his own jealousy as he clearly doesn't understand the delicate artistry that goes into the perfect coif.

As for your question about Theed... well, it is complicated, although I am pleased to relay that I am working as an intern with Senator Sarn of Enarch. As a brief overview, Enarc was the first world to join the Royal Republic and still has ties to the Trade Federation and Droid Manufacturing. My father is the Ambassador of Naboo for Enarc, and he has been working closely with the Senator in the transition to coming over under the sovereignty of Naboo.

Yes, I realize that this makes it seem as if my appointment was based on nepotism, but I assure you I have worked hard for my placement. So far, I've been familiarizing myself with the new systems that have entered the Royal Republic's sovereignty. It's..an interesting shift from domestic affairs in the Junior Representatives. I'll be assisting Senator Sarn in the upcoming session regarding humanitarian work with the Confederacy and the Foundation. I've my concerns with both, especially in the wake of the State of Emergency set by the Assembly. A discussion for later, I suppose, or else this will get too lengthy to read.

And life advice? From me? Goodness, perhaps this self-discovery excursion has had an effect on you. However, take this sage bit of advice...remember, sand is good for exfoliating, not for self-reflection. Try not to lose yourself in the dunes. Or worse, get sand in places where it's hard to get out.

Also, you still owe me a sandwich and dessert; or will I have to wait until after your next midlife crisis sabbatical is complete?

Take care of yourself out there. Just don't get into too many more rivalries. The galaxy's already a complicated place without adding more.

Regards,

Sibylla

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

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To: Sibylla Abrantes <s.i.abrantes@theednet.holo>
From : Lysander von Ascania <L.von.Ascania@UkatisMail.holo>
Subject : Re: Hello from Kor’Ethyr Academy!

Sibylla,

Surely this must be a different Cassian— because the one I'm most familiar with is in a league of his own.

Your suggestion for the hat and goggles have been noted— they could without a doubt add a bit of character to my new all black wardrobe. Speaking of, please tell me you’ve said goodbye to the orange phase. Maybe a color that's less.. blinding? Don't make me plan an intervention!

I suppose you've seen right through me. It's my specialty. At least it keeps things interesting. And don’t worry! The golden mane is sacred. So, I've got the hair game on lock; he's just going to have to deal with it.

Congrats on landing the internship with Senator Sarn! Who knows where this could take you. Let them talk about family influence and privilege all they want; your results will speak for themselves. Their opinions are irrelevant; it changes nothing. Personally, I would guess that your achievements are well deserved.

Enarc's complexities do sound like quite the challenge, but I'm confident you'll help begin piecing it all together. On a side note, the state of emergency sounds a bit concerning to me. I believe there might have been alternative solutions that weren't as.. drastic?

Suure, I'll just keep the sand for skincare! With wisdom like yours, I may just survive these ‘dunes’ after all.

Making that sandwich and getting your dessert is my top priority when I return to Naboo. Think I can snag a spot on your calendar?

I do hope amidst the chaos of politics and bureaucracy, it brings more insight rather than frustration. As for rivalries, I’ll try harder to not spark further incidents. I can't make any guarantees, though. Where's the fun in that?

But honestly, Korriban has tested me in ways I hadn't anticipated, both internally and externally. But maybe that's exactly what I need right now— a challenge to push my limits, offer more growth, and reveal new things I might not have discovered otherwise.

Lastly, the weeds of politics don’t scare me. If you ever need someone to bounce ideas off or vent about it, I’m all ears (or eyes, I guess).

Best,
Lysander

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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To : Sibylla Abrantes <s.i.abrantes@theednet.holo>
From Lysander von Ascania <L.von.Ascania@UkatisMail.holo>
Subject: Re: Re: Hello from Kor’Ethyr Academy!

Lysander,

Oh, which Cassian are you referring to? Let's compare notes. I'm sure mine is more prone to disapproving chidings than yours.

I'll take your notes on my color palette under advisement. The orange stays, though. Someone in this exchange has to maintain some vibrancy, and Shiraya knows it isn't going to be the brooding monk on Korriban.

I do appreciate the offer to lend an ear for my political grievances, and most assuredly, I'll hold you to that... I've been musing on it and while the State of Emergency is not ideal, it has at least provided a temporary buffer against what could have been utter chaos. Do I believe alternative solutions were possible? Absolutely. But I also understand that in times of instability, sometimes the lesser evil is a bit of enforced order over complete uncertainty. With any luck, it won't last long. We still have democratic principles to uphold, after all.

How would Ukatis handle a similar situation?

And while we're on the subject of political entanglements, yes, the internship with Senator Sarn has been exciting; we had a particularly charged assembly with the Royal Republic, the Confederacy, and the Foundation, which, admittedly, isn't a government entity or alliance of worlds, but a humanitarian movement. We were there to discuss the situation with the refugee crisis, but it turned into a potential alliance discourse.

I'll provide updates as matters conclude, but what are your thoughts on that? I am concerned about stepping into an alliance so soon during the transition of entry of several worlds and systems into the Royal Republic that do not have the same culture or loyalty to the Royal Republic as those from Naboo. I fear that there may be more than a few clashes of perspectives, and an alliance so soon might be fuel to a fire.

Either way, the whispers about privilege and nepotism are predictable, but frankly, I have neither the time nor the patience to entertain people whose greatest accomplishment is throwing stones from the sidelines. Results will speak for themselves, and they will be my response.

Now, on to more pressing matters: my calendar is exceptionally full, but I suppose I can pencil you in for that sandwich and dessert. However, if you return from your sabbatical speaking exclusively in cryptic philosophical musings about self-discovery, I will cancel our lunch and refer you to Cassian for a reality check. Consider that your one and only warning.

I expect an update on whatever existential trials Korriban throws at you next. May they be suitably challenging but not too character building. You don't need that much growth.

Try not to get possessed,

Sibylla

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

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To: Sibylla Abrantes <s.i.abrantes@theednet.holo>
From : Lysander von Ascania <L.von.Ascania@UkatisMail.holo>
Subject : Re: Re: Hello from Kor’Ethyr Academy!

Sibylla,

Well, the Cassian I know is the type who naturally commands respect, the kind you'd trust to lead an army into battle if you will? Think of a supporting character from a HoloDrama that has a way of stealing the spotlight and a large fanbase. He's tall, with super strong arms, and has this signature smirk everyone seems to like.

And on second thought, I think we should move on from this topic now. If this does somehow oddly turn out to be the same guy, I’ll be very honest— I truly hope he never writes to you again.

I really don’t need that kind of competition in my life, just to make sure my emails actually get a response!

Do savor that last comment; you won’t hear it twice.

A splash of orange is ok, I suppose. But if you're truly set on this whole ‘Jawa aesthetic’, then it's something I’ll just learn to accept. After all, it's your brain that has made me decide to stick around a little longer than I normally would.

I see your reasoning, and it’s certainly a valid perspective. My only concern is how often these temporary measures have a way of becoming long term. As I continue learning more about the other side of the Force, I’ve started to recently see how the Light and Dark aren’t as different as they may seem. The Light’s constant pursuit of "peace", while noble, often turns into the very reason for more conflict. Kind of ironic, isn’t it?

At least the Sith don't pretend to be something they're not. Without apology, even. That, I can at least respect.

Yes, I’m wearing all black as I write this. No, it hasn’t influenced my words tonight.

Ukatis would probably remain rooted in tradition, hierarchy, and loyalty to the crown. Sprinkle in a few practical measures, and you’d see a fine balance between unity and.. well, self-interest. Honestly, the idea of leaving too much control in the hands of the nobility would be alarming, even for me. Should a situation like that ever occur, it might even test the monarchy’s ability to hold everything together without falling apart.

That sounds like an incredible experience. It must have been fascinating to be part of such important discussions with many diverse groups involved. I hope it continues to be a rewarding and positive journey for you, and I also hope this internship continues to give you opportunities to grow your skills. And sure, I guess I’m excited for you— but you better not think that means I’ll hold back when it’s time for a real debate.

Successfully integrating these worlds into the Royal Republic should be the top priority. These new worlds will need time to adapt to our system/structure. I can’t help but feel that these external entities have potential to spark more internal conflict, as you seem to believe.

Humanitarian efforts are admirable, but again, it falls back on the Republic's stability. It sounds to me like they’re creating new dependencies that only take up both focus and resources. These new worlds also need guidance into shared culture, and vision, which will also require patience.

Dare I say it, we could actually be close to agreeing on something?

I have no idea how to process that.

You're right. The strongest criticism often comes from those who are the least invested. That's how I'd feel about anyone who dares to criticize me for what I've endured on Korriban. If they haven't stepped into the arena themselves, I don't want to hear about it.

I'm highly tempted by this proposed lunch, but the threatening overtone is a little troubling. I'll have you know my presence is a gift! Oh, forgive me for daring to contemplate the big questions. I take it you’d rather stick to things such as weather, or pod-racing stats? I knew there was nothing more to you than the endless politics of the Senate.

But no rush, pencil me in soon.

And please explain to me what you mean by not needing much growth. Are you saying I'm already flawless, like.. forged in the fires of the galaxy? Because honestly, that's what it sounds like. Feels good to be recognized.

Well, now that all of that has been addressed, I can give you a quick update!

I recently visited a planet called Valrar, where I had to track and log various Sithspawn. They were definitely more terrifying than fascinating! Even the smaller cute ones were lethal. I might have taken some pictures, but I was a bit concerned about getting too close, especially since we were only allowed to carry a field knife for protection. Obviously, I made it back in one piece!

There are three Houses at the academy, each with different paths. I joined House Derriphan, which is dedicated to scholarly arts. The other Houses focus on warriors or generalists. With that, I've swapped lightsaber drills to pursue sorcery, which happens to be offered by Derrphan's Professor-- a Neti. Yep, a big, grouchy ass sentient tree thing. I can't tell if she's disappointed in all the acolytes or just hates the entire galaxy most days. I've been seeing her around this one Sith Lord who never takes off his mask. She actually seems happy then.

Lately, my studies have been pushing me deeper into philosophy, where I’ve grappled with questions about power and sentient behavior, and then into history, exploring different lessons from ancient empires. Religion, too, has been intriguing.

Well, I guess that’s it for now!

Bogan’s Blessing,
Lysander

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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To : Lysander von Ascania <s.i.abrantes@theednet.holo>
From: Sibylla Abrantes <L.von.Ascania@UkatisMail.holo>
Subject:You, Me, and the Jawa Aesthetic

Lysander,

Your self-proclaimed comm charisma remains unmatched. I nearly considered not responding, just to preserve your sense of tragic romantic competition with Cassian...but alas, I’m far too charitable. Consider this mercy in literary form.

As for Cassian: yes, tall. Yes, strong. Yes, smirks like he's the hero in someone else's holo-drama. But you have the all-black wardrobe and existential angst combo working for you, so don’t fret. There's an audience for both.

You’ll be so pleased to hear I haven’t been imprisoned for slipping away during the Battle for Dee’ja Peak. No tribunal, no stern family lecture (yet), and no public scandal. The generators fell, and thankfully the reinforcements from House Abrantes and the Royal Naboo Security Forces arrived.

Naturally, Cassian now insists I have a permanent guard detail. Charming, isn’t it? I told him if I wanted to be babysat, I’d adopt a Nexu. But here we are. If we do manage to meet again, perhaps you can make use of whatever Jedi sleight-of-hand or Force misdirection you claim to be learning. Unless, of course, you're into being trailed by grim-faced security officers in ceremonial armor.

As for what I’ve been up to, aside from surviving that nearly drowning conflict, Mother has been organizing an art auction to benefit displaced communities. Mostly Nabooan pieces, some quite historic, and several were recovered after the siege of Theed. It’s the kind of affair where people smile politely while bidding a small fortune, and then try to out-charm one another in the name of philanthropy. Still, it’s a cause worth supporting. If you’re around, you should come. Consider it a break from philosophical wrestling with your sentient tree professor.

Speaking of which, Valrar? Sithspawn? A field knife?! Honestly, if I vanish for five minutes, Cassian sends a full team to recover me, and here you are making friends with murder beasts under the supervision of a barkskinned misanthrope. I’m not sure whether I’m impressed or worried. Possibly both.

So, has your desert sabbatical ended, or are you still baking yourself on Korriban like a particularly angsty pastry? I assume you’re not working on your wardrobe while there, black cloaks being the dominant theme and all. May I remind you that we still have much to discuss and clarify about the matter, but that would be best suited in person. Nonethe less, do keep me updated, will you? With luck, the next time I see you, it won’t involve another near-death experience.


Warmly (in spite of your wardrobe),

Sibylla

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

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To: Sibylla Abrantes <s.i.abrantes@theednet.holo>
From : Lysander von Ascania <l.von.ascania@ukatismail.holo>
Subject : Sand, barbells, and an invitation

Dear Sibylla,

Your emails are as refreshing as the sunrise on Naboo. Just kidding. Sort of. Guess who recently binge watched the last two seasons of Upton Manor again? So, nothing drastic has happened since returning to the Outer Rim. I've just been consumed by training and studying. The sessions have been getting more intense though. Even so, most mornings now begin with me out on a run. There’s a certain solitude about it that I really enjoy. Sure, Sith may be known for their rivalries, but this feels more like a competition with myself than others.

Without a doubt, I’m more focused here on Korriban, and see myself committed to the Kor’ethyr Academy for the foreseeable future. Still, I’d be lying if I said I don’t miss the lakes and gardens back on Naboo. Trying to bridge the gap is my biggest philosophical question lately.

Oh, the relief! I'm beyond grateful we can put the matter of Cassian to rest. However, I do appreciate the acknowledgement for my individuality, and even more so that I don’t need to overthink every detail of comparison. Trailing in his shadow sounds awful. Back to the topic of wardrobes, it might sound simple, but it’s so much more than wearing all black! There’s an art to it! Don't worry, I can teach you when the time is appropriate. Plus, I’ve been told my hair makes the darker shades really pop out. But then again, the same students have said my hair looks big…like clouds, and full of secrets? Whatever that means?

I’ll certainly give it my best for the charity event. Luckily, the academy’s undead guards do not mirror Cassian’s strictness one bit! Just a raised eyebrow here and there.

As far as the social realm goes, I guess you could say I've forged an alliance with an acolyte named Naamino through iron; we train at the gym several nights a week. We're not exactly close, but it keeps me grounded in ambition and growth one rep at a time rather than hedonistic pursuits.

Speaking of, the same guy dropped some news earlier. There’s a metal concert coming up here on Korriban next week. Any chance I could convince you to join? I know it's short notice, but it might offer a break from your own duties and provide a solid excuse to go shopping for something to join our all black aesthetic. Plus, he and a few others have grown quite curious about you; yes, I was caught reading one of your emails mid-lecture recently.

Pondering the Force,
Lysander

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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To : Lysander von Ascania <L.von.Ascania@UkatisMail.holo>
From: Sibylla Abrantes <s.i.abrantes@theednet.holo>
Subject: Notes from a Galaxy Slightly More on Fire

Dear Lysander,

I apologize for my delay in response. Things have been hectic in response to the Steller Convergence, but I will discuss more later. I suppose I should be flattered that you've been reading my letters during lectures. Either your professors are very forgiving, or they've resigned themselves to the fact that some students will never not be dramatic. I do hope I'm making a favorable impression on your cohort, even if from afar.

In any case, the quiet of your morning runs sounds enviable. Mine have been replaced by early meetings with ambassadors who consider subtle barbs a diplomatic art form and whose loyalty to the Royal Republic stretches about as far as a senator's memory during budget season.

Karlinus has been particularly... prickly. I suspect half the delegation thinks we're trying to culturally annex their cuisine. Kalinda's ambassador keeps quoting poetry, which would be charming if it weren't also veiled threats about 'winds of sovereignty' and 'waves of resistance.' And the Ropagi II senator appears to enjoy speaking only in metaphor. Yesterday he likened the Steller Convergence to 'a serpent coiled around the spires of fate.' I nodded like that meant anything.

Truthfully, though, the transition has been harder than I expected. The Convergence reshaped more than star charts; it dislodged assumptions, identities, allegiances. These systems aren't just being asked to join a new government; they're trying to make sense of what galaxy they now belong to.

I've spent more time lately listening and trying to assist Senator Sarn to the best of my abilities, but I'm beginning to see that not everyone has the luxury of adapting quickly. For all our debates and ceremonies, some people are simply trying to survive the new gravity of it all.

Which leads me to a rare moment of sincerity: what do you make of it? The Convergence, I mean. Any theories from your side of the stars? Rumors from the ruins? Any strange disturbances during those eerily silent runs of yours?

While I would be curious to attend a metal concert, I am concerned that my recently acquired guard shadow will follow me there; to which will be a direct feed to Cassian. Do you have any tips on being able to properly distract him? However, if I do come, I won't be shopping for your aesthetic. But I might consider letting you choose my earrings.

Fondly (and with precisely one raised eyebrow),

Sibylla

P.S. Your hair does look like it's full of secrets. But then, so do you. I try not to hold it against either of you. That said, and for all appearances, I am concerned, and while I’ve no doubt you’ve given it your usual brand of solemn consideration, I’d like to understand what exactly is going on. Unless, of course, you’ve taken some silent vow of monastic discretion, in which case I shall resign myself to speculation. Begrudgingly.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

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To: Sibylla Abrantes <s.i.abrantes@theednet.holo>
From : Lysander von Ascania <l.von.ascania@ukatismail.holo>
Subject : Space Blues

[ Inspo ]

Sibylla,

I keep wondering

If you stayed

Would the music have steadied you

Like a hand

Kept you near

Would it have lifted the burden of responsibility

The weight from your shoulders

Even if for just a song

Would it have allowed you to finally breathe

Without expectation

Without duty

Maybe

I could have seen you laugh

Without armor

The way I've always imagined

Not out of obligation

Not to just keep the peace

Nor for the sake of diplomacy

No demands

But instead

For once

You had nothing to carry

Would you have let the mask slip away

Even if only for a heartbeat

Or would you have looked past me

Sibylla

You always run

But

You never really leave

In my thoughts

In my messages

The spaces in-between

It always makes me wonder

And worse

It still makes me hope

Hope that someday

You won’t just come looking for me

You’ll actually stay

--Lysander

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

​

Lysander von Ascania

Sibylla stood on the balcony, overlooking the reconstruction of the capital of Dee'ja Peak. The faint golden rays of the warm Naboo approaching sunset cast her willowy form in its dancing golden light.

She wore a light chiffon summer gown in a rainbow of colors, akin to a watercolor painting of Naboo's landscape: bright, cheerful, and youthful.

Murmurs in the past few months had become a reality, and in the wake of what was to come, Sibylla felt an increase of pressure that settled upon her shoulders and within her breast. However, the impending political path she was elected to pursue did not evoke the same nervous energy that rereading Lysander's comm message did.

Pearly white teeth would nibble on the fullness of her lower lip as Siyblla gave a sigh, raising her head from the tablet screen up towards the descending golden sphere of Naboo's sun.

Lysander could wax lyrical when he wanted to, and lately, that tendency had been becoming more and more evident in the drafts of ballads he had shared.

Normally, Sibylla would have retorted quickly with a humorous but satirlycal friendly quip that the blonde teenager was stepping into his Nobleman Bard era.

However, when one reads between the lines, things weren’t as wittily quippy anymore.

Although they hadn't seen each other recently, the months of correspondence, shared thoughts, concerns, and playful banter had made Sibylla increasingly aware of the Ukatian teenager. He had mentioned that he had explored Korriban, a planet notorious for its connection to the Sith, in an effort to better himself. The more he shared, the more Sibylla realized that he was following a path that was counterproductive to the Jedi ascetic lifestyle she had playfully teased him about when they first met.

And while Sibylla was not personally privy to interactions with the Sith, House Abrantes had lived through Sith and Confederacy occupation in generations past. It had been a topic Sibylla had avoided to discuss over missive and wanted to have face to face, but reality and how hard it had been to actually met up was starting to frustrate her.

She wanted to hear it from his own terms, face to face, what was his goal was. What were his aspirations? What that meant for him. For his family. For his Master at the Shiraya Order. What it meant... for them.

Pragmatism told Sibylla that Lysander, while prone to charming antics and high ambitions, wasn't a fool. His mind was sharp and in conversations, gave Sibylla an inkling that he wasn't brash in the important decisions of his life.

That's why Sibylla wanted to hear him out.

Yet, on top of all that came the growing realization that it wasn't just as a friend that Sibylla wanted to know. And while she had been doing her best to place a line of demarcation behind quips and ongoing banter, Lysander's pointed commentary on her deliberate attempts at a distance and avoiding getting closer was weighing on her -- because he wasn't wrong.

While Sibylla had been trained at a young age for court life and one saturated in politics, carefully curated words, and strategic alliances… but dealing with such matters as how Lysander had become more than just a friendly pen pal correspondence and a breath of much needed amusement and relief within the tensions of her ambitions and duties was something she wasn’t used to.

She had found herself missing him more than she cared to admit.

Another heavy sigh escaped Sibylla's lips as she cast a contemplative glance back down at the glowing tablet in front of her. The intricate display flickered softly, illuminating her features as she wrestled with the dichotomy of her thoughts. How should she respond?

So here she was, and while the art of discourse was her forte, in this moment she felt a flutter of nervousness. Apprehension. Not because she was uncomfortable with Lysander; but because she was still struggling to figure out her own emotions amidst all this as well.

The irony was that she didn't know whom to turn to in order to discuss what was on her mind. To figure it out. Going to Lysander, the very subject of her thoughts, was out of the question. She certainly couldn't approach her brothers. It felt strange to confide in her mother, and honestly, in the current political landscape with the Royal Houses, she didn't view her counterparts among the Junior Representatives as close enough to discuss her feelings and their implications.

One thing was certain: she couldn't keep Lysander waiting for a reply. Especially after he had sent her a previous lyrical piece that kept her awake at night, restlessly rereading every line and attaching exaggerated meanings and wild interpretations like a lovesick teen hunting for hidden messages in a romcom.

It was disrespectful, and he deserved better. Perhaps - - as a slight ache shot through her chest no differently than the typical confused teenager would -- much better than me.

All that to say that perhaps in her hyperbolic overthinking of it all, her falacy was to continue to respond in banter and wit to his piece that summarized her as an Ewok.

You must stop that. I can't be expected to read things like this with a straight face and still pretend I'm doing anything useful today.

-- And no, before you ask, I'm not counting the trees in the forest I apparently own.

Perhaps later in hindsight, she should have been more open to discourse. To the thoughts that had tumbled and churned in her mind. To what she’d been feeling. But what does a seventeen year old girl with no previous experience in matters of the heart know of the right way to act and how honesty, especially timing, is so very, very important.

That is something that, unfortunately, is experienced in real life.

Achingly so.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Sibylla Abrantes

The Kaggath is the reward. This camp is the war.

Korriban’s sun cast long shadows across the worn training mats of the training grounds. Lysander leaned against one of the stone walls, chest heaving, breath ragged. Each inhale demanded great effort. The acolyte’s muscles were burning as sweat streamed down his forehead and back, tracing the bridge of his nose, and threatening to hinder his vision.

Being the lone representative from the Kor’Ethyr Academy in the upcoming Galactic Kaggath, the weight carried felt heavier than ever.

Now, being in fight camp, his fight camp, the routine programmed by the instructor demanded two-a-days, which allowed little time to recover. Mornings consisted of grappling drills; nights turned into striking sessions, where both fists and elbows became unforgiving

Between that, he was ordered to carve time for strength and conditioning. Soreness clouded his body constantly. Fatigue was now his closest companion. But beneath the physical aches, there was something honing inside the acolyte. He found purpose in the chaos, an edge that cut through everything else like a vibrodagger, forging him into something more resilient, and stronger.

Tonight’s focus was a domain where the teen thrived, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have a few tricks up his sleeve. His new master had armed him with skills taken from Darth Ophidia's teachings, and a professor had gifted him with deadly tools to add to the arsenal.

The clang of leather gloves and grunts alike faded as another round of sparring ended. Lysander could taste the metallic iron in his mouth, along with the sting of fresh bruises blooming across his abdomen and ribs. Everything outside the training ground walls vanished. His social life had become nonexistent--laughter and conversation were sacrificed. All distractions were severed with the precision of a surgeon.

A small price to pay for the pursuit of victory.

But he wasn’t doing this alone. Not really. His team, being those who bled beside him, had become his tribe, bonded through suffering.

The buzzer pierced the air, a sound that now haunted his dreams. He paced back to the edge of the ring, rolling his shoulders, tightening the wraps around his wrists, his mind bracing for the violence that awaited.

Eventually, he'd lost track of the rounds. While the mats were being reset by one of the trainers, he made his way toward the gym bag in the corner. Since the zipper was already half open, he reached into and grabbed the water bottle. But that wasn't what stopped him, it was the familiar glow of a notification on his datapad. Something about it made his chest suddenly tighten, for he'd been waiting for it, hoping for it, much longer than he wanted to admit. With a shaky hand the water spilled across his face as he drank heavily. Even so, the blonde's focus was locked on the device, and seconds later, he gave in, reaching inside and sliding it out.

He stared at the message for a long moment, reading it more than once, feeling a different kind of sting now. This one was slower, heavier, and sinking. Unfortunately, there was no banter or bravado to wear as armor. Not here. The poem wasn’t the first time he’d peeled back the carefree facade most people knew him by, willingly handing over his heart, hoping that she might possibly meet him there. But she didn’t.

Instead, all he received was more distance.

Unlike the other wounds his body wore, this one didn’t bleed.

And somehow, it hurt more than all of them.

Another round was called to reset. This time, he didn't budge. A reply had already started forming, but he paused, then deleted every letter.

After days of silence, of waiting, here he was, jumping like a fool to respond. Lysander might have lacked actual experience, especially since he’d been fixated on the junior representative for so long, but he wasn’t naive. The Sith understood the art of push and pull, something he’d acquired just from watching and listening. He knew when to lean in, when to give space, when to be seen, and when to disappear.

The urge to respond too quickly would only lower his worth. Make him appear desperate. Make him seem less worth chasing.

He knew the game well, how showing interest was fine, but showing need was something entirely different. People didn’t value what was easily given. Maybe that was something his loser of a former master on Naboo failed to understand along with so many others from the Core Worlds and Mid Rim. They tried hiding behind a false illusion of strength, but Lysander had seen through that long ago.

That alone made walking away, and choosing the Outer Rim, so much easier.

Fatigue soon settled into his bones, the kind that training couldn’t cause. Lysander’s throat burned, but not from gasping between rounds. The boy’s jaw tightened.

In the background, he could hear his training partners calling out to him to resume camp. But the silence stretched—not in the room, but inside him.

Something inside shifted. Maybe it was the pain.

Or maybe, just maybe, he was finally ready to let go.

Because he knew this would be the last message sent.

Not out of anger, nor out of pride, but because he had fully embraced the dark path ahead. There were other recent confirmations, too--his sister's first and only letter, which had arrived too late to even matter. Whatever it meant, Cora now belonged to a life he was leaving behind. And the death of his rival only brought satisfaction.

This time, he typed with clarity.

>> HOLO.ENCRYPT//113M-ejj--; data=ghosted; data-uplink=secure; masking-status=active; function=security; permissions=limited;]

I don't regret saying what I did. I meant every word. I still do.

It's ok though, you don't have to run anymore.

The worst part is, I'll still miss you, even knowing how this ends.

I hope you find peace where I couldn't.

The wars to come will measure both of us. I still wish that you'll endure, even if we stand on opposite ends.

Goodbye, Sibylla.