Private Virtuous Tragedy

[Iandre Athlea]

Iandre had been looking over her ancient flight records and mission logs. She was searching for something, but couldn't place what it was exactly. Then it dawned on her. She didn't know where her master had died, where her life had been changed so drastically that she had meditated for over 900 years. Not that she even really knew it was happening. It wasn't until Gem and Zinayn found her that she realized what had happened.

After checking her records multiple times and their current location, she paled at the realization. She was almost sitting on top of Generis. The last planet in her logs, the last mission she had been on, and it could only be where Aisha had perished.

It had been a neutral world within the fold of the Confederacy. As a Jedi of that time, it had been their duty to settle disputes and provide mediation. That was what they had been doing. Some farmers were arguing over who owned the land they were planting on. Since Generis hadn't picked a side, Iandre and her master were dispatched to help quell and resolve the dispute.

They had accomplished their mission and were heading back to their ship. That was when it all happened...Coming to a firm decision, she wanted to face this part of her past, so she contacted her love. Diarch Rellik. A man who meant more than anything to the former Jedi and the person she wanted at her side. This wasn't something she wanted to do alone.

She wasn't going to wear her armor and keep her face hidden. All he needed to do was show up, and they could then travel to this world she was afraid to revisit on her own. Still being a soldier with the Lilaste Order, she waited in the hangar of the Aurora Station for him to dock, and she could tell him about what she needed him for.

Diarch Rellik

 

[Diarch Rellik]

The docking clamps hissed and on que the boarding ramp of the Diarch's personal shuttle lowered slowly, hydraulic arms releasing in measured intervals. Rellik was the only one aboard standing at its threshold. It seemed he might have rushed out of whatever else he was doing as instead of being in full battle gear, spear, cloak and under weave suit. He was in a simple tan tunic/pants with his brown belt and boots. Only his saber on the hilt and nothing else.

When he spotted her across the hangar you could see the excitement and love in his eyes. Like a fire being stoked they burst with a flare as he locked unto her. With a large smile he descended and with a bit of quickness in his step he moved towards her. - At first, he wanted to pick her up into the air and give her a hug and kiss. Yet, he thought he felt a little bit of that same sadness she showed on Mygeeto.

He approached without a word at first, expression easing into a shy smile. Once he was close enough, his hand came up instinctively, settling against her upper arm with a quiet firmness. Grounding. Reassuring. "I have missed you my love." Gently he moved his hand from her arm up to the back of her neck and pulled her in for a quick kiss. Not the over the top movement he originally felt; as to keep her feelings from seeming pushed aside, but a show of love non the less.

Noticing she was not in her armor either he asked plainly with that same warmth in his expression and eyes.

"What is our plan for the day?"

Iandre Athlea