Private Within a padded room

[Samara]

A recent arrival to Azrael asylum had been placed within a padded cell, where she had sat for some time now... Corrupted amber eyes blankly stare at the padding that adorned the walls, not that she took any level of fascination in the swaths of white all over the place. There wasn't much else to do, her food and water sat there, the basic soup growing cold as the young Sith ignored it. A table outside of the cell had an array of IV bags containing a saline mix meant for hydration, a nurse would be walking away with a nasty burn on their arm.

Samara lay there, sprawled out on the floor, a bored expression adorning her ghostly pale face. She took some time to sit there and think about what the Jedi Master Yenna had done for her, they didn't need to heal her eye... Yet they did. Did she want help? Sections of her inner soul wanted to scream out for help, but sometimes asking for help wasn't so simple. Her mind remained perplexed and torn, did she want to go home? Yes and no.. She missed Malsheem because it was all she knew as home, yet Samara also feared the wrath of her dark Lord. Did she truly have a home anymore? Was this cell her new home? It was a rather boring home that's for sure, at least in the last cell she had been in the Jedi Master had given her some whisky to drink. One could still hope this was just a very vivid nightmare right?

In a fit of boredom she lazily rolls over to face the tray of food she had been given, it was tempting to eat... It has been two days since she last ate, each time food was given she just didn't eat. Though that side of her that still clung to life would try and push her to eat, why was it so hard?

She merely frowns, letting out a sigh before rolling back over to just ignore the food again.


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Jasper Kai'el​

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Azrael Asylum
Tags: Samara​

Jasper had found himself visiting yet another prisoner. It was certainly unusual. He hadn't made a habit out of doing this before hand, but when word came in that Iris and Master Yenna had found themselves a darksider they had deemed to be savable, he knew he had to see this Samara. There were plenty of cases were Sith were raised in darkness, never given the choice to dictate their own path. This seemed to be one of those cases. Jasper wouldn't let someone like that be left to darkness. He had to see for himself if he could get through to her. So, the padawan did what he did best. He ordered a pizza and arranged to meet the Sith.

Before long, he was walking through the corridors of the asylum, ignoring the jeering of the other inmates as he made his way to the cell that Samara was being held in. Jasper made his way up to the window, box of pizza in hand. Shockingly, the asylum had allowed him to bring it in. As he came up to the window of the cell, he found the Sith sprawled across the floor. The cell itself was padded and white, so bland that Jasper would surely go mad if ever placed in such a cell. The padawan rapped his mechanical knuckle against the frame of the cell to get the attention of the inmate within, a warm smile spread across his face.

"Hello there," he greeted. "You're Samara, right?"

 

[Samara]

Her eyes snap to him as he called out her name, she eyes Jasper and his arm with a dull expression.

"What, did the nurses task you with putting the jacket around me? Last one that tried to stick me with an IV got burned, I told them not to touch me.."

Samara grumbles to herself, rolling her eyes as she sits up.

"What do you want Jedi, I have no more information to give."

She inspects his arm further before gazing down at her mostly missing arm.

"I could use one of those, lost my dominant arm down in the depths of 1313, would have lost one of my eyes as well thanks to metal shrapnel... But one of your Masters healed it, still confuses me to this day."

She stretches her arm out, yawning afterwards. It would be then that her nostrils picked up a whole new scent... It smelt great, her stomach growls loudly. Her lack of food and water was obvious thanks to her body, what was once a built body had started to regress in muscle and fat.

"What am I smelling? Is it in that box you have?"

Samara raises a brow, now inquisitively inspecting the box.

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Jasper Kai'el​

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Azrael Asylum
Tags: Samara ​

"Don't worry," Jasper insisted, "I'm not here to put anything on you, and I didn't come for any information. I just came to see how you were doing. It isn't every day that someone of your... unique circumstances winds up in a place like this."

Jasper was quick to take note of her lack of an arm, and seemingly she noticed his as well.

"I could use one of those, lost my dominant arm down in the depths of 1313, would have lost one of my eyes as well thanks to metal shrapnel... But one of your Masters healed it, still confuses me to this day."

"That doesn't seem too confusing to me," he shrugged. "It seems rather in character for Master Yenna." Jasper grabbed at his mechanical wrist, twisting at the joint. "If you want one of these, I'm sad to say this isn't market standard. It's of my own design. If you do want a prosthetic, I could make you one."

His tone was simple and cheery, despite Samara's lack of enthusiasm about his visit, even showing some animosity. Strangely, however, all of this seemed to fade away as she took note of the box he held in his hand.

"What am I smelling? Is it in that box you have?"

"Oh, this?" Jasper began. "It's a pizza. I figured you'd be tired of prison food, so I convinced the asylum to let me bring you something better."

 

[Samara]

She chuckles a bit.
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"If you want one of these, I'm sad to say this isn't market standard. It's of my own design. If you do want a prosthetic, I could make you one."​

"I don't think I am allowed to own such a thing in here, even if I could I doubt I could really use it much. They want to get me in a jacket, even though I have stated before that I hate being touched, if you just don't touch me then no shocking has to happen... But no, they want to hydrate me. If I cared enough to hydrate myself I would drink the water, but alas my existence continues."

Again her nose picks up the smell of the food, causing her to adorn a sour expression upon the realization she needed to eat. That part of her that clung to life so desperately kept screaming in her mind to eat... PUT THE SPITE AND ANGER ASIDE AND EAT!

"I-Mm.. I suppose I will try it, at least that will make some of the people around here shut up."

She sighs and gestures for him to enter the room.

"Come on in then I suppose, not like I bite or anything. What is your name, Jedi?"

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Jasper Kai'el​

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Azrael Asylum
Tags: Samara ​

"Well, you won't be in here forever," Jasper told her. "I mean, unless you want to look at padded walls for the rest of your life. I could have you an arm made for whenever you get out."

Samara stated that they were hydrating her though IV bags. Apparently, she wanted them to stop. Jasper wasn't exactly surprised by this. He had seen the extremism of the Sith before.

"I-Mm.. I suppose I will try it, at least that will make some of the people around here shut up."

She sighs and gestures for him to enter the room.

"Come on in then I suppose, not like I bite or anything. What is your name, Jedi?"

Jasper paused for a moment. Something was there, a moment of hesitation. It was different, maybe even a good sign. Regardless, the fact that she was willing to eat something was good. The duelist stepped through, presenting Samara the box. Nothing about his body language suggested that he feared her in any capacity whatsoever. If anything, he was confident, but clearly with a friendly disposition.

"Jasper's the name," He greeted. "Nice to meet ya."

 

[Samara]

A flicker of curiosity is clear within the young Sith's eyes, what did he mean? Why would she not be in here forever? The only thing she could think of was her fellow agents retrieving her at some point... Samara could always feel the wrathful watch of her dark Lord right behind her eyes. A creeping shadow that loomed in the depths of her mind, inspiring insanity.

"I have my doubts about a lot of things, I don't know if I will ever escape this padded hell."

Her hand reaches out, almost taking the saber off his belt using the force, yet she stops and cackles.

"I jest I jest! Not like I can do anything with it anyway, I was most comfortable with my dominant arm... Before I lost it, putting my little sad story aside.."

This time her hand tries to open the box, getting it open after a moment. This food was something she had no experience with before, the smells seemed familiar in a way, yet still foreign. Still with a keen interest she takes a slice, taking a bite out of it. Such a far step above the simple meals she had been eating for so long, to Samara she had never thought of food as anything special. Just something to eat, down it and go, back to your task. Though this was so different, the taste, the warmth. With closed eyes she savours the taste, chewing with a gleeful smile.

"That was.. Very new to me, I never thought of food as anything special. I just ate bland food quickly to resume my training or task as soon as I could, but this, I think I will keep this food in mind... Thank you."

She clears her throat, not knowing her shell continued to crack open. The fact that her cold and hard shell could even crack like this... It was a sign that Samara wasn't the pure darkside being she thought of herself as, no doubt these minor cracks were being watched closely, not just by the Jedi..

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Jasper Kai'el​

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Azrael Asylum
Tags: Samara ​

"I have my doubts about a lot of things, I don't know if I will ever escape this padded hell."

"Escape?" Jasper frowned. "That's an odd way to phrase it. You weren't put in here to be held permanently. What good would that do you?"

As Samara went to take the box of pizza, she briefly made a move for his lightsaber. Jasper didn't flinch. He knew he wasn't in any danger, as strange as it certainly would have sounded to anyone rational. The padawan couldn't explain why either, but he didn't dwell on it. Before long, Samara was eating the pizza he had brought her, and seemed to be having an experience you'd expect from someone's first gourmet meal.

"That was.. Very new to me, I never thought of food as anything special. I just ate bland food quickly to resume my training or task as soon as I could, but this, I think I will keep this food in mind... Thank you."

"There's more to life than training and assignments," Jasper told her. "I used to think I needed to dedicate every fiber of my being to ensuring I did everything perfectly... A friend of mine talked some sense into me. She's... definitely interesting. Blunt, and scarily good at telling exactly how you're feeling at any given time. It's a little freaky if I'm being honest... but she's a good person. Long story short, I've found there can be a lot of value in things that may seem pointless. I mean, you can't be dedicated to one thing your whole life. Without little moments to fill the gaps, you'll just be left empty."

 

[Samara]

"I suppose it is odd, yet it means a lot more than it appears at first glance. No matter what happens, I will always be within my own personal hell. Even if I did embrace the light, I still am stuck in hellfire. My Lord, he will be burning with rage if he watches me dare to convert. He can see you right now, I feel him behind my eyes, if he so wished all he would have to do is order me to try and kill you... And I would have to obey. My hell comes in many forms no matter what, if I stay within the dark and somehow manage to return home.. I fear the punishment I will receive for failing, I fear his wrath. Yet even if I managed to live past it I will still always have the burning memory of this, my existence her further cements my failure. I don't know if I will ever have peace in my mind, but perhaps the fact that I even ponder about peace further digs my grave. I am no true Sith, merely a failure, hence why I refuse to drink or eat... I-He-mm I fear the day my Lord comes for me."

The young agent felt thoroughly defeated, saying such things. Admitting her weakness, clinging to a life that would have been extinguished under normal circumstances. Anger starts to bellow out of her, uncontrolled and riddled with layers of fear that made it worse. Jasper could feel it, like waves of heat as her fear and anger burned like a hot sun.

"Talking with me puts you at risk, you should-"

The intercom within the room turns on, cutting her off.

"Calm yourself! Don't do anything else out anger today, and please try to drink the cup of water."

Her fist balls up, slamming into the floor before she almost sends her foul red lightning at the machine, yet... She stops, leaving the tendrils of electricity to dance around her fingers for a while. Samara was frustrated and had no idea what to do, her darkness told her to break the annoying machine, while the progressive cracks within said darkness told Samara to try and calm down. These fractures in the shell partly win yet again, yet the young Sith still punches the ground several times, turning away from Jasper after, keeping her back to him.

"You should leave me."

Her tone of voice was shaky, and Samara's body shivered with stress.​

Jasper Kai'el​

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Azrael Asylum
Tags: Samara ​

"I don't think it's fair," Jasper stated bluntly. "You clearly didn't want this, the circumstances that brought you here. Someone's fate shouldn't be crushed by the hand of another. You shouldn't have to live in fear of this Lord."

The staff told Samara to calm down over the intercom, and she seemed to grow more frustrated, though kept her composure.

"You should leave me."

Her voice was shaky, and she was practically trembling. This wasn't her nature. Clearly, something else was afflicting her. Samara had said that her 'Lord" could see through her eyes and take control of her. Exactly how much damage had he done?

"If you want me to, I will," Jasper assured her. "But, I plan on getting that 'Lord' of yours out of your head. I... don't know how I'm gonna do that yet, but I don't make promises I don't intend on keeping."

Jasper turned, making his way to the door of the cell.

"I'll be back," he insisted. "And if that creep who bosses you around decides to come for you, he'll have to have a chat with me first."

 

[Samara]

"The dark Lord, Carnifex... I feel him in my head, my fear digs into my mind like the claws of an animal... I was built to be loyal, your insults thrown at him afflict me with rage, but I can't resist the anger no matter how hard I try. I need... I need to think... Calm, calmmmm... Shh SHH!"

The grip on her mind already started to take its toll, Samara tries to ignore Jasper to try and zone out in a sense. Akin to how Jedi meditate, though it was clear that she never once had done this before, even her inner cells fighting against the process. Two options fell upon Jasper, either leave Samara to try and let her focus, or somehow help her through the storm.

For now she sat there, coiled up in a ball repeating words to herself over and over, both past and present sending a scar across her mind as it became more and more fragile and cracked.



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Jasper Kai'el​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The silence stretched on as the Jedi began to leave, the great weight of isolation threatening to fall upon her again.

But then, a feeling, a pressure.

"Why do you cry out, my child?"

The words cut through the miasma of Salara's mind, all other sounds becoming lesser in the wake of His voice's utterance. But it rushed through not only her mind, but the very air around her as well. Sporadic discharges of electricity filled the air, zapping to life only to fizzle out a few seconds later. There seemed to be little rhyme or reason for the lightning bolt's existence, only that it served to herald the coming of the Dark Power; the Great Enemy.

He strode upon existence like an endless void, the space where light once occupied utterly consumed never to be rekindled. The shape of a man was His visage, His countenance terrible to behold. Upon His brow was circlet of iron, a cloak of scintillating starlight wreathed His body like a burial shroud. His eyes blazed like gemstones, smoldering with the fire of unquenchable hate, set against a sea of inescapable darkness.

Darth Carnifex, known throughout the galaxy as the Butcher King, who the Mandalorians called Skanah Aru'e; the Most Hated Enemy, had come over the great gulf of infinity. Buoyed by the power of darkness, the Lord Tyrant strode amidst the padded cell like a great monolith given power and form.

"Your cries are so loud, my child, and they bring much distress to my heart. I have seen through your eyes the plight upon which you are forced to endure, the sins heaped upon your shoulders. You have suffered much at the unclean's hands."

Samara | Jasper Kai'el ​

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Azrael Asylum
Tags: Samara, Darth Carnifex ​

Jasper froze in his tracks when he heard who Samara's master was. The Sith he had faced back on Tython, the one who had attacked the refugees displaced by the battle.

"Carnifex," he muttered, a chill going down his spine.

Soon, an apparition of darkness manifested itself in the room. Jasper knew the voice all too well. It was the same he had heard on that day. It seemed that leaving now would leave Samara to a terrible fate. He couldn't leave.

"I guess I need to stay then," Jasper concluded, his back remaining turned to Samara and the Sith's phantom.

He didn't turn immediately. As he spoke, Jasper began to shine with a bright aura, mustering all of his strength to fill the cell with his light. He would push it to it's absolute limits. Jasper was going to drive Carnifex from Samara's mind here and now. It was the only way that this could proceed now. The padawan turned, showing no hint of fear in his expression.

"Leave," he told the phantom. "You aren't wanted here."

 

[Samara]

Interestingly she had actually made some progress in the meditation, it was crude and rough, but her mind became numb for just a moment. Samara felt like she was deep within a dream, she could feel the cracks that had formed within her shell now. This meditation expanded them further, yet her focus had been cut off as the very thing she feared had came to her. Eyes flash open in sheer panic, two little ambers darting around in a haze until they locked onto the looming shadow.

"I failed... I am so lost, I-I.. I fear the punishment, I fear death. I tremble at the very thought of what you will do to me, half of me accepts this punishment yet the other clings to life. I feel- No, I saw cracks. I don't think I am as strong as you wanted me to be... I have failed on so many aspects, your voice soothes yet also scrapes my mind, why do these cracks form? Why did the Jedi master heal my eye? I just want- I want to live, father I crave peace... I have failed you."

Barely she manages to get it all out, losing her voice near the end as it turned into a meek whisper, pleading for some level of comfort among all the nightmares. She felt disgusted with herself after spilling out her heart to her Lord. Speaking aloud even where Jasper can hear, Samara's mind was too unfocused and sporadic, as if it had been caught in a wildfire.​

Jasper Kai'el Darth Carnifex​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

When the Dark Lord turned to regard the young Jasper, it was as if a titan had deigned to look down upon an insect. The withering weight of His glower crashed down upon the young Jedi, the same terrible presence that he had suffered on Tython so long ago. His cloak seemed to shimmer brighter as the Jedi unveiled his own luminosity, but the Butcher King appeared undisturbed by the youth's labors. It was elsewhere in the asylum, one of the patients interned within the structure began to scream and cry out in terror as his skin bubbled and softened like wax put up to a hot flame.

"Thou beget the suffering of another, little Jedi. Your powers will offer you no succor."

The phantom was a tangible entity, capable of interacting with the world around it and being interacted upon by the world. But it was conjured from the life energy of another, their existence unwittingly used as the anchor for which the phantom tethered its existence to. Any harm inflicted upon the phantom would be mirrored upon the chosen victim, as what was happening now as the brilliance of the Jedi injured not the Dark Lord, but another of the asylum's occupants.

"Heed me well," rumbled the Dark Lord as He looked back to product of His will, "To be thrust out into the unclean universe is a tribulation that all your kind must endure. You have only known that which is pure, that which is divine. Many have walked your path, my child, and there are those who have triumphed and those who have been ruined."

He loomed tall above her, a giant among men.

"Do you strive for perfection? Or do you submit to that which is unclean?"

Samara | Jasper Kai'el ​

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Azrael Asylum
Tags: Samara, Darth Carnifex ​

"Thou beget the suffering of another, little Jedi. Your powers will offer you no succor."

Jasper could hear the screams of another inmate. It seemed that Carnifex's Phantom wasn't latched to Samara. He stopped immediately, unflinching. The Sith Lord began looming over Samara, and he listened closely to his words. They were manipulative, preying upon the woman's fears. It disgusted him to his core, but the last statement the phantom made is what upset him the most.

"Do you strive for perfection? Or do you submit to that which is unclean?"

"Perfection?" Jasper echoed, his tone rising. "You call manipulating the fear of a girl perfection? You're a coward. You cling desperately to the waking world in fear of death. Don't pretend like you have any concern over her fate. If you did, you'd be here in the flesh. When you see no use for her, you'll discard her. If that's what perfection is, then I couldn't care less."

Jasper stepped closer to the phantom, keeping his eyes fixed on it's face.

"I guess I'm too stubborn for such a thing."

 

[Samara]

Tears rolled down her eyes, still unsure what to think.

"What even is perfection anymore.. Whatever it is, I don't see myself as perfect anymore. My arrogance won over me, my anger resulted in my strikes being flawed.. My arm cut off in one swift cut. My fear mixes with my horrid anger, wouldn't perfection be overcoming these fears and never being pushed around by them? I am so surrounded by fear, I just.. Want peace, even though I am just another in the cog I still wish to live."

Her genetics kept telling her that his voice was angelic in a way, a harmony to her ears. Yet again those same cracks made it feel less and less so as time went on, if Samara was ever collected it was hard to tell if she was worth the effort to manipulate her mind fully back to hate and anger.

Samara laid back on the floor again, crossing her arms on her chest while gazing up at the apparition of the man she considered so many things, a god, her dark Lord, father... Deep down she cared for him deeply, frustrated at the cards she had been given in this life. She ceased the tears, the last drops rolling down each cheek. With a blank expression adorning her face and eyes a beautiful shade of amber, she continues to gaze up at him.

"Is it so wrong for this scarred mind to seek peace? To find healing? Strife is what makes us stronger, but what I always missed was that in order to find true strength... We need peace of mind, I lost myself in rage and paid the price."

Through focus of mind she calms herself, not backing away from what she feared now. Samara stands, wrapping her arms around the phantom, closing her eyes as she held onto her father tightly.

"Is it so wrong for your child to find peace, father?"

She whispers to the giant looming shadow, still keeping fear down, replacing it with a love that she held onto. Carnifex was still her father after all, her tears almost came back as she held onto him.. Well to the shadow, yet this was the best she could get right now. And as the young agent held him close, the shell cracked open just enough to swath everything in a wave of grey. Her energy felt closer to that of a grey Jedi, light meshed with darkness. And for once she kept this numbed state of mind, resisting the urge to feel frightened, drowning it in focus.

"I love you, father..."

Jasper Kai'el Darth Carnifex​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"I just... Want peace."

Wind buffeted the cell, practically throwing Samara and the Jedi down to the floor. The gale continued for several seconds before subsiding into a disquieting roar. "Peace is a lie, there is only passion," explained the Dark Lord of the Sith, "That is the first reality of the Dark Side, the first reality of the Sith. It is something that the Jedi cannot comprehend, they are incapable. The Light suffocates all that it touches, bringing forth atrophy and decay. The Dark envelops you, let it fill your lungs, let it invigorate your heart. The Light blinds, the Dark allows you to truly see."

Then He knelt down, bringing Himself closer to Samara's level. He reached out with a hand, wiping the tears from her eyes. "They, and this boy, cannot understand. They only know of the unclean world, they have not experienced the purity that you have. Allow me to tell you a parable, a parable of a woman just like you. She was born from the amber, as you were, strong and confident. Of her creche, there were none other more rooted in conviction. She spoke the words that you have spoken, sworn the oaths, and bloodied her palm with glinting blade."

"I sent her out into the galaxy, and she saw many things in her travels. Wonders and horrors in equal measure. Her mind darkened with impure thoughts, those of the unclean world, for she had so been impressed upon by the inhabitants of this sinful galaxy. She thought the same things you do, the same confusion warred within her soul. So she came to me, falling to her knees with tears in her eyes, and she begged me to make sense of the thoughts that festered in her mind." He gently cupped Samara's chin and held her gaze to His. "I told her that the unclean world was our enemy, our greatest foe, and that we were seeking to bring purity to a galaxy devoid of it. But to defeat this villainy, she had to experience it firsthand. She thought on my words for a few moments, her tears dried, and she told me what she wanted to do."

He let His hand slowly slip from her chin, no longer holding it up.

"What do you want, Samara? Heed the Dark Side, it will guide you."

Samara | Jasper Kai'el ​

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Azrael Asylum
Tags: Samara, Darth Carnifex ​

Jasper couldn't help but be moved by what had transpired, even getting a bit foggy in the eyes. He had never had a father, not truly. Such an expression of love, even to a terrible man, was touching... but the moment didn't last. Carnifex spoke in a twisted manner, a slanted view of reality.

"If I may," he began calmly, "I think that story is a bit misleading,"

Jasper kept his composure, though he was beginning to feel the pressure of the current situation. Still, he held his ground.

"You ask your child to heed the dark side, yet you speak of the one like her being 'darkened with impure thoughts.' A slip of the tongue, perhaps... But I believe you're missing something. To be born in complete darkness isn't possible. Not really. Was the woman born from amber tainted by the galaxy, or was she born that way; Born with the capacity to feel love and compassion?" Jasper turned to Samara, a warm smile spread across his face. "You love your father. That isn't any kind of impurity, and it wasn't given to you by anyone out here. It's your own, just like every other emotion you feel. You may be told otherwise, but love has brought even the darkest of Sith back to the light."

The padawan sighed, tucking his hands into his pockets.

"I'm not gonna ask you to heed anything," Jasper told her. "That would be misleading. Ignore it all, even me. What do you want, truly?"

 

[Samara]

She remained focused, feeling an odd sense of comfort as he cupped her chin. Samara gives him a weak smile, lacking the energy to muster much else, her head slinking back down as he let go.

"Through Passion, I gain Strength. Through Strength, I gain Power. Through Power, I gain Victory. Through Victory my chains are Broken. I remember the code, father. But what if I wanted to use my passion to gain victory another way? Through this victory my chains are broken, while I do not fully trust in the idea of peace in regards to galaxy-wide conflicts, I trust in peace of mind. My rage had failed me father, I lost my focus and then lost my arm. Through strife we become stronger, yet we can only grow stronger if we learn from our mistakes. I-I wish to learn from my mistakes, boiling in rage and hate gave me raw strength for sure, yet I lacked strength of mind. It might be best if I took my own path, I.. I already know that just from this conversation alone I would be punished, perhaps I am not the Sith you aspire for me to be."

Both the Sith lord and the Jedi padawan could feel the crude mixture of energies around Samara, light and dark fight with one another.

"My mind ponders, and I wonder if I can find internal peace. A focused mind and sharp hand, I am truly sorry father... But I cannot shake the feeling that some greater force beyond what I can see pulls me, it is hard to keep anger in my mind..."

It took a lot of energy to continue to drown out her fear, Samara stumbles and falls against the wall.

"Sleep.. Rest sounds good...Mm.."

She falls to the side and clunks to the ground, days of dehydration, lack of food, and the stress of her failure. All cause the young woman to pass out thanks to the sheer exhaustion, if anyone wanted they could wake her with enough effort. Now that she was down and out, the nurses here could finally get the IVs in her along with getting some sort of food in.




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Jasper Kai'el Darth Carnifex​