Private Welcome To Hell

[Jas Katis]

TAGS: Gwyneira Vizsla

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The Pureblood sat up with a groan, clutching at his head as his golden eyes fluttered open to gaze at... absolutely nothing. Jas slowly looked around at his environment for a few long moments as he tried to make sense of what happened. He was on Tython... the fight with the Mawite, that was clear as day to him. But after that fight, their withdrawal as hellfire rained from their Star Destroyers in orbit... he couldn't remember.

He looked down at himself, and the confusion only served to set in further. His armour looked like shadows dancing across his body. The red hue of his skin and hardened ridges of his bones stood out, but the constant wisps didn't help his mood at all. It was like a dream, he could feel everything around him, he could feel his skin and features... but he felt hollow. Both real, and not. In a naïve attempt to reach his unit, he brought his comms vambrace up to his mouth. "Overlord, this is Retail. Do you copy, over?"

It was like talking to a brick wall, only there wasn't even a wall. There was simply...

Nothing.

He finally stood up and looked around again, at the horrid landscape. The only source of anything was a light in the far distance. Like a moth, he started to walk in that direction, up a garbage mountain over garbage terrain, but the light didn't seem to have any indication of getting closer. Even after what felt like an absurdly long walk, it still didn't feel like he was getting anywhere. "Anyone there?!" He called out as he glanced around him.

Nothing.

"IS ANYONE THERE!?" He roared at the top of his lungs.

Nothing.

There was simply nothing. He still felt alive. But he didn't feel like he was in the land of the living anymore.

Then it hit him like a speeder. The fluctuations in the Force, the nose bleeds and headaches, the bending of reality as they drove in the back of the truck, only for things to dissipate as the voices of his men sounded further away with each passing second.

He was in the Nether.

"ARE YOU ACTUALLY SERIOUS?!" He shouted, kicking a rock. Only to realize that the visage of his armour only served to be an optical annoyance, nothing between the rock and his bare feet as it collided. He clutched his foot as he kneeled with gnashed teeth, checking to make sure nothing was broken. Thankfully not.

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

Since escaping Chaos thanks to a fellow Mandalorian, still there, Gwyneira was left just... wandering. She walked unreal feeling, spooky roads with ghostly trees and bizarre colors across the landscape. The Netherworld felt like a strange and bizarre dream, like none of it was real. She had been walking for a long while too. She eventually happened upon a hillside with one, ghastly tree upon it. In the clear, void flat surface she had found herself at, this one glistening tree was clear and bright. Glass-like leaf's swayed in the unfelt wind, not a sound to be heard. Her own frame, glowing and unworldly, was just as alien here. Yet, she was a lifeform. Furthermore, she was able to still use the Force.

Through the Force, she was able to sense another soul nearby. Oh, another person! The only one she had sensed so far since escaping the Sinner's Rue. Finally! Contact! She looked down at her glowing, white hands. She was... unrecognizable as a person herself. Would she be mistaken for a Force entity and be forsaken? She frowned, taking a breath despite feeling no need to breathe. Still, tired from a trek she had no sense of time on, she sat down under the tree and leaned against its trunk. It was far smoother than most trees. Her glowing frame felt it like a lukewarm obsidian spire. She closed her eyes, hoping the presence she sensed would come closer, not further away.

She could only hope.

 

[Jas Katis]

Jas continued to wander through the harsh terrain in search of... anything. Anything that could at least be described as life or a way out. He could feel the presence of other beings somewhere in the distance, but they were certainly not alive. The roaming dead trapped in the Nether with no direction or knowledge on how to either become one with the Force, or to escape back to the land of the living.

But in the distance, one particular presence stuck out to the Pureblood. It was strong, complicated, and very much alive. Another soul trapped in the Nether just like him. Though he couldn't place a finger on what he was feeling beyond the confusion and fear. They were not a Dark Sider, but they could have fooled him. He was starting to worry about what kind of disastrous soul he was going to be dealing with.

Still, bad company was better than no company in a place such as the Nether. Far better than chatting up the roaming dead.

He pressed on, over the jagged rocks and harsh hills until he reached the summit of a mountain with a bright tree glowing in front of him. It was a different light than the one in the distance, which struck him as something of a good thing.

Those feelings were dashed when his gaze finally found the presence he was feeling, huddled below the tree. "You have got to be kidding me. Even in the Nether, I can't escape you damn humans." The Pureblood groaned aloud as he cane to a halt in front of the girl. "Just tell me you're alive at least. Or are you also just one of these roaming souls?" He asked as he ran a hand through his pitch black hair.

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

A voice. An actual voice!

And... it was not too friendly.

The hostile tone, the elitist air, the annoyance. Too many childhood memories swirled in her mind and she stood up. Anger fizzled in her prickly, white hair, rising like a cat. Insecure furiousness glowed amber in her formerly colorless eyes. She glared at the figure before her, the dark side trickling from her aura as she scowled.

"Why should I answer you when you're just an elitist scum, you son of a hutt!"

She humphed, turning away and crossing her arms pointedly. She had been alone for so long, and the company she found still shot her down. Perhaps, the Netherworld was not unsimilar to the living galaxy after all...

She lifted her chin high, talking again. "I might be willing to answer you, but you'd have to do this amazing thing called being nice."

Boy, was Gwyneira sarcastic today.

 

[Jas Katis]

A hurricane of emotions brewed from the girl as she stood up and shouted back at him. Oddly enough, it was a relief for him to receive such an answer after his whole trip to this particular tree. He let out a sigh of relief as she turned away and continued to throw snarky attitude his way. "You're alive... thank goodness." He muttered as he closed the distance. "I'm a son of a Pureblood, actually." He answered as he came to a halt a few meters from her with his hands on his hips.

His golden eyes studied her for a long moment as he felt her presence in the Force. "And stop with the Dark Side thing, it's unbecoming of you. Now, if you didn't notice. We're pretty much in hell right now. So excuse me if I'm not in the mood to entertain your childish behaviour, kark you very much." He continued as he looked down at the girl. He dwarfed her for all intents and purposes, but he doubted that his stature would be of much help with this harpy.

He looked around for a moment as a long sigh escaped him. "Seeing as we're both stuck here, I guess bad company is better than none at all... were you on Tython?" He asked her as his gaze returned to her.

Gwyneira Vizsla