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OOC: Since this is happening above Jakku, @Malon and I decided that it would be better to make it somewhere that isn't mixed with the planetary battle and will be between only Malon and Corvo.
Corvo had long suffered dreams and nightmares he wished he could set aside. Sleep had come to evade him at many times after he'd left the Sith and given up the old life. Shae's presence had always been a soothing balm, her form in the bed next to him an anchor against the terrors of his own mind and his past. With her abandonment, he was alone once more and they had returned in new versions. Where he was once haunted by his past sins - murder and genocide that had made his name famous - in recent days there was something far more foreboding: the darkness that had consumed his wife, the loss of what he valued most, and an impending doom. It had been on the horizon for some time and no matter what he did, he couldn't shake the sense of finality that had been haunting his mind just as it had before Shae was taken.
The galaxy was on the brink of destruction, civil war having torn apart everything on both fronts and a final showdown was destined to occur. It was now that Corvo realized the time for half-measures was over. He'd faced Darth Malon before and held back the pieces of him that he knew he needed to embrace if he were going to end this blight on the galaxy. He feared what it would mean for himself and his family, but now, as time went on and he watched the horrors that Malon had already unleashed on his family, he asked himself what it would cost if he didn't lay it all on the table. Shae had already been taken from him and one day Ciri would be targeted as well. He couldn't let that happen, no matter the cost.
Star-streaks turned to pinpoints as the Fury dropped out of hyperspace, Chaz left behind with Ciri and one of Chaz's highly advanced droids piloting the ship without another soul aboard; he couldn't ask anyone else to come with him on this trip. A tightness pulled at his chest as he thought of Ciri and he hoped to the Force she wouldn't be alone, and that perhaps one day, she might understand why he chose this path.
He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he reached out to touch the Force. Everything came flooding in at once, dots of minds across the entire system as they prepared their rituals before battle. There was fear, anticipation, excitement, and everything in between. Everyone knew this was the time. He cycled through the minds of war, and even from here he could feel familiar souls amongst them. Men who had shown him mercy, men who had taken everything from him... and one mind who was everything to him. Even now, the emotion of feeling his wife's presence from a world away was enough to nearly break his will. But that was precisely why he was here: what had happened to her could never happen to his daughter, and perhaps there was still a hope to be had. There was still love, and as long as there was love there, there was hope.
A familiar voice filled his helmet, and his eyes snapped open, pulled from his near-trance. A sad smile pulled at his lips at the sound of Vosrik Tanari's voice. Surely, Corvo wouldn't be standing here now were it not for the mercies of the former Jedi Lord. Stay alive, old friend. The galaxy will need good men to put it back together.
Reports of the Emperor's presence came in as well, something almost unmistakable even amidst the sucking darkness of the Sith presence here. He nodded, though it struck him that no one but himself would see it. I know. His trail ends here.
His hazel eye closed once more and he opened his mind to the Force around him, calling on years of training in tracking and killing to guide himself toward that presence, the darkness inside himself feeding on the hatred of his enemy. He could feel all the swirling emotions of the enemy. Yellow eyes snapped open.
The galaxy was on the brink of destruction, civil war having torn apart everything on both fronts and a final showdown was destined to occur. It was now that Corvo realized the time for half-measures was over. He'd faced Darth Malon before and held back the pieces of him that he knew he needed to embrace if he were going to end this blight on the galaxy. He feared what it would mean for himself and his family, but now, as time went on and he watched the horrors that Malon had already unleashed on his family, he asked himself what it would cost if he didn't lay it all on the table. Shae had already been taken from him and one day Ciri would be targeted as well. He couldn't let that happen, no matter the cost.
Star-streaks turned to pinpoints as the Fury dropped out of hyperspace, Chaz left behind with Ciri and one of Chaz's highly advanced droids piloting the ship without another soul aboard; he couldn't ask anyone else to come with him on this trip. A tightness pulled at his chest as he thought of Ciri and he hoped to the Force she wouldn't be alone, and that perhaps one day, she might understand why he chose this path.
He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he reached out to touch the Force. Everything came flooding in at once, dots of minds across the entire system as they prepared their rituals before battle. There was fear, anticipation, excitement, and everything in between. Everyone knew this was the time. He cycled through the minds of war, and even from here he could feel familiar souls amongst them. Men who had shown him mercy, men who had taken everything from him... and one mind who was everything to him. Even now, the emotion of feeling his wife's presence from a world away was enough to nearly break his will. But that was precisely why he was here: what had happened to her could never happen to his daughter, and perhaps there was still a hope to be had. There was still love, and as long as there was love there, there was hope.
A familiar voice filled his helmet, and his eyes snapped open, pulled from his near-trance. A sad smile pulled at his lips at the sound of Vosrik Tanari's voice. Surely, Corvo wouldn't be standing here now were it not for the mercies of the former Jedi Lord. Stay alive, old friend. The galaxy will need good men to put it back together.
Reports of the Emperor's presence came in as well, something almost unmistakable even amidst the sucking darkness of the Sith presence here. He nodded, though it struck him that no one but himself would see it. I know. His trail ends here.
His hazel eye closed once more and he opened his mind to the Force around him, calling on years of training in tracking and killing to guide himself toward that presence, the darkness inside himself feeding on the hatred of his enemy. He could feel all the swirling emotions of the enemy. Yellow eyes snapped open.