On the edge

[Serie Fond]

Serie stood on the edge of the temple rooftop. It was fairly obvious she was upset, everything having come to a head quite quickly. One failure after another after another. She felt like one. She felt pathetic and worthless. Like no one wanted her, like no one needed her, all she wanted to do was disappear.

And it's be easy. It's just take one step. It wouldn't be hard at all. Just one step and let gravity do the work for you. Then it's just falling. Free fall then nothing. She had thought about death alot recently. What it really meant. That moment where your consciousness stops and what makes you, you, ceases to be and there's just nothing. It was haunting and calming at the same time. As it should be. She could do it if she wanted to.

Just let go. Just let it all end. Just stop the pain she felt. She wanted to so badly. She just wanted it to end. She wanted to be wanted. She wanted to he needed. She wanted someone that would actually genuinely care about her for her.

But she might never find that to be honest. So why keep fighting. Instead she could let it all end right here. And she would just disappear.

 

[Vincent Cross]

Vincent was not a huge fan of Korriban, not big on the Sith lately either if he was honest with himself. He had never been big into politics and though he was an inquisitor he did not really feel thst he fit in with the rest of the dark siders, or the empire at all.

Really the only Sith he truly felt he could connect with and be himself around was his oldest living friend, actually the only friend he had who was still alive. A powerful force weilder and generally better person than she would have you believe.

She was the reason he was on this desolate planet, and right now he had a feeling she needed him. He had been searching for her for a while now and finally the force -or his intuition- led him to the roof of the temple, and there he saw her.

Serie stood on the edge and looked like she was contemplating stepping off, so for the first time since he had arrived on Korriban he took down his hood and opened his helmet. By now if she hadn't felt him in the force she would hear the steady rhythmic sst....sst of his breathing apparatus.

"Hey there li'l Nexu.sst"

He spoke softly -as softly as he could with the damned machine attatched to his face at least- so as not to startle her, though he was prepared to catch her with the force if she fell.

"Think ya might wanna take a step back there.sst Wouldn't wanna slip off there.sst"

 

[Nayeli Aeron]

The roof was a nice get away from the rest of the temple, and at first Nayeli had figured Serie was coming up here to just be alone. She followed her up intending to speak to the woman after their... incident. There wasn't anger or hatred so much as confusion in Nayeli's mind. The Togruta Sith Master did not think she would try to kill Serie just yet or anything, but she wanted to speak to her after all that had gone down. It was easy to sense the tension still and to avoid further infighting she wanted to help resolve it one way or another. When Nayeli arrived at the roof area, she saw Vincent and Serie near the edge with the latter seeming to want to jump.

"Do it." Nayeli whispered to herself when she first saw the scene, wanting to be rid of this woman before tensions met battle again.

A few moments passed and she heard Vincent tell her to take a step back. Nayeli decided to come out of the shadows but said nothing to the pair. She leaned against the wall furthest from the edge and simply watched with her arms crossed. The Sith Master was unsure of what to think, but she would at least be here to watch what happened.

 

[Poot]

Poot was one of the Sith that flew way under the radar, only to surface after everyone forgot he existed. But that didn't mean he never listened to, and felt, people through the force. An unusually chaotic swirl of powerful emotions and self-doubt caught his attention. The person they belonged to took him by surprise. Of course he had heard what happened with Serie in the former Warmaster's quarters. Everyone had. Serie was a famous Sith master, and now she needed a friend.

Poot would provide.

Of course, Poot was a terrible friend material. He couldn't hold a lengthy social conversation to save his life. He pulled a box out from under his bed, where he stored items taken from a home on Ossus that had been ruined in the fighting. The family had died, but he collected some items out of an unknown, incomprehensible act of empathy. He gingerly lifted one item in particular and waddled his way up the stairs to the roof. He could see Serie at the edge. Across the way, having come up from a door at the other end of the roof, he could see Vincent emerge.

Poot quietly approached Serie from behind, clutching the item in his sweaty, filthy grasp, and came to a halt less than a foot behind her. He craned his chubby neck up to stare at her without speaking, and then softly reached up to tug at her waist. When Serie would turn around, Poot would show her what he'd brought her in an effort to make her feel better.

A porcelain doll, clad in tattered pink and black chiffon, was cradled in his arms. Soot stained part of its face, and a long crack marred the originally-white surface. He lifted the doll and tilted it to face Serie. Its eyelids opened up to reveal two empty voids where a younger brother had torn them out with pliers. Despite sibling sabotage and the destruction that had claimed it's owner's life, another part worked as well. A small speaker inside the doll activated when the eyelids opened up.

"MAMA!" it cried.

Serie just needed something to care about, was Poot's logic.

 

[Kathry Van Alasdaire]

Her eyes roared to life as she emerged from the lift. She had heard what had transpired between the woman who had awakened her, and one among the many she was now bound to for retribution. Her exodus and discoveries surrounding the circumstances of her father's death - blood that was rightfully hers to spill, as it flowed through her veins - had led her to this singular moment, it seemed.

She knew now who had been involved in the Incident surrounding his murder, executed and cut down like a wild dog. That was no honor, that was cowardice and slander, and she was bound to put his soul to rest. But that was not her primary purpose here. She sensed great fear and pain emanating from Serie Fond, who had taken to a rooftop as though to pitch herself off. Desperation. Unwise. So, Kathry had taken to the rooftop as well. She did not recognize the man or strange child that joined the woman, but her eyes flared every so slightly as a Togruta emerged from the shadows. Bold, to be in her presence, thought the girl had no idea she knew the dark deeds preformed against her family. She would snarl, viciously, animalistically, as she considered grabbing the nape of the woman's neck and throwing her to break on the ground below. A genuine smile crossed her features as she imagined the sickening meaty pop of the air deflating from impaled and blood soaked lungs. The smile became broader as she exhaled and allowed the visions to rest and boil in her mind. There would be time enough for that.

"...after you."

The words purred from her mouth, in reply to the utterance that was believed her ears could not pick up. Pushing past the girl in her path, in a courteous but gruff manner, she walked the length of the rooftop and stopped short of where the woman's lover stood. Her eyes cast downwards for a second, channeling her mother in this moment probably wasn't the best idea. She knew what her mother would have done if that had been her on the ledge. She'd have been thrown off as a lesson. But that was reserved for only some, and Serie was not among them, instead she decided to channel her father's wisdom and kindness. The words sounded contorted and out of place coming from her lips, but for a moment only she sounded exactly like Venatus once had.

"No life can escape being blown about by the winds of change and chance.
And though you never know all the steps, you must learn to join the dance.

It's in all of our best interests to avoid a scene, there is still much work to be done."