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OOC: Sequel to The Riots of Skagrit and conclusion of the Legends of Sacul.
...an open field resting between a river and forest...
...Sith strangers standing in the field...
Arn approached the aliens...
...stun bolt struck Arn in the face...
The children ran, stuck down, one by one...
...Della Frey ran and ran, Eber chasing her...
...and Geist raised his gun and fired...
Della fell down, the lush grass the last she would see of her planet for a long, long time...
Geist Weiss stood in the grass of a field nestled between a river and a forest. The place it all began. And the place where it would all end. Geist's ship had jumped out of hyperspace in the wrong part of the galaxy on a trip to Chiss Space. Instead, he found himself sectors away in a damaged ship. Urgently requiring repairs, the ship crash-landed into the field streaking fire behind it, a metal meteor. Only by the blessings of the Force and the skills of the pilot had the ship managed to survive in decent shape. The planet was a mystery, an enigma to the galaxy. Gears turned in Geist's mind as ideas and plans propagated. The planet was untouched by the galaxy. An immaculate world. He could feel the life of the planet. Bountiful. Lush. It was a virgin planet.
A saying goes that curiosity kills the cat. For the people of the hare, luck allows them an alternative. A warren of children were attracted to the morning star falling to earth. One boy, whom the Sith would later learn bore the name Arn, approached the group, to see who they were. Geist never was quite sure how the children actually saw the Sith. Angels of salvations? Fallen angels? Demons? The beasts that roam under one's bed? A faceless man who wanders the forests and kidnaps children? Geist drew his stun gun as Arn approached and shot the boy in the head. The children scattered before Arn's limp body fell on the ground. One by one, the children fell. Last of them was a naive and scared little girl. A girl who would change everything.
Already grass was claiming the unburied dirt the ship had propagated. His boots left imprints in the dirt, damp from the morning's dew. A day had passed since the riots had savaged the capital city Skagrit. Reichtum's forces had been decimated, the false-king slain by the hands of the righteous. Only one Sith remained on the planet. Geist Weiss. Again, just as he had been since Truth's savagery, he was alone. Alone on the world. Alone in the galaxy. No one who understood him.
Geist had wanted to see this spot just one last time before the end. Here he had doomed the fate of a planet in hopes of saving a galaxy. Oh how he had failed. The roads to damnation was paved with good intentions. And now that path took him here. Much had changed since his last time here. Della Frey had changed, and perhaps he too had changed.
His eyes, masked by his typical illusion, his signature, wandered to a stone curiously placed on the edge of the forest that met the Caerban Plains. A perfectly shaped stone absent from his memory. It was a memorial, in place of the missing children. No doubt the work of Elle Frey and the other parents who lost their children from Geist's schemes to study the children and unlock the secrets of the planet. He wasn't even sure of how many families he had hurt, collateral damage.
The Sith Lord felt as if the memorial deserved a flower. Though Della and Arn had both been reunited with their families, many others did not share that happiness. Many children had died under the training of Eber and the experiments of Reichtum. His own hands were red. However, he had no flowers to impart. The plains lavished in beauty, yet void of flowers. The Illusionist knelt down and cupped stones nearby into his hand. He bled the Force into them and altered their form, the blessing of alchemy. Heat and force forged his machination. Where once stood stones ravished from weather a flower erected, taken from his memories of Korriban. A flower created by a gifted girl who befriended Andraste and obtained the approval of Darth Vereor. Andelka's flower. Andelka was dead, yet it seemed amazing how memories of those gone could still find their ways into one's mind.
Geist placed the glass flower on the pedestal of the memorial.
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