Lost and Found
Aurelion's Lightsaber
Station above Kayri III; CIS Space
"Where does one go when they abandon the Dark but the Light won't accept them?"
Aurelion's hands tightened around the strap to the bag containing what meager belongings he was able to bring with him. After his time with the Sith well..... it was a miracle he was able to gather anything at all for his journey. At first he was tempted to return to Tanaab, to his Buir, as the thought that Taozi Fuyuan being worried sick about him made his stomach twist in guilt and remorse. Had made tears sting his eye more times than he could remember..... but..... the thought of her being disgusted by him, by a SITH flooded over that feeling of remorse and only made him want to run further and further from Tanaab. To let her be heartbroken by the loss of what she thought he was, instead of the monster he had been forced into becoming. These two sensation had warred inside Aurelion intensely, profusely, for weeks, breaking his heart over and over again until he had finally brought the two warring sides together in a compromise. He would dwell in the CIS, around the Eternal Empire where he knew she had... business. He didn't ever want her to see what he had become but he couldn't bring himself to not want to watch over her.
This is what had lead him to Kayri III and, now, made hi stomach churn with another worrying twinge. Would even the Confederacy accept someone like him? The former apprentice to Darth Prazutis? It was no secret beings such as Gerwald Lechner were no fan of his former Master and he could only imagine how pathetic he seemed to have supposedly studied at the foot of Prazutis and come out the other end having learned.... next to nothing. What was more likely, in the end? That a being such as Prazutis had been unable to teach him or that he was so inept he had failed to learn? The pneumatic hiss of the doors opening in front of him startled Aurelion out of his reverie, the breathe he had not been aware he was holding shocking him from his stupor, numb and distracted steps carrying him forward. His singular blue eye sweeping around the lobby of passenger shuttles before spying the hangar to the Codia platform.
A small, relieved breathe left Aurelion as he began to step forward, his breathing beginning to level out until a soft, cold chill would arc up his legs and coil in the pit of his stomach. The gentle, murmuring darkness hissing and snapping against his control. Those tendrils of utter blackness roiling beneath the surface as it hissed to him a warning. A tingling at the nape of his neck as the serpentine hissing of the Dark Side slid cool, reassuring scales against his consciousness. Drawing his gaze gentle away from the hangar to Codia and instead around the sprawling lobby of the station. His only thought being that the Sith had sent someone or something to kill him and his throat constricted at the thought. His own inner darkness churning and thrashing in the Force, sending out obvious ripples and pulsations as he did his best to blend into a crowd of civilians to begin looking for.... whatever this was.
Ebony Ambrosia