Ask [Tirahnn] A Princess In A Tower

[Siria Zale]

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It had been years since Siria Zale stood in office for Tirahnn system, or stood in any office for that matter. The former senator had been put into a coma when visiting Mon Cala and had yet to awaken. The Zale family tried their best to protect the scion in her state and seek the best medical attention the galaxy had to offer. But nothing worked to bring the woman from her slumber.

Siria’s family had all but lost hope and had reached out to the Jedi Order for healing or any sort of help. The aristocrats were slightly diminished in influence since the days their rising-star had been conscious. The stress of war and concern for family had taken much of her parent’s attention. The Zales had kept the merchant princes of the planet in line and organized. However the world was becoming more independent since the disolving of the Free World Alliance.

There were dangers lurking beneath the bustling surface of Tirahnn, aided by this independence the people were proud of. A dark presence was attempting to solidify itself on the planet and among its people. An eccentric gang of some kind was rumored to begin operating in the dark recesses of Tirahnn’s underworld which was gaining more ground with each cycle.

Siria Zale was safe for the most part thanks to her family’s influence. The family owned a tower in The Heights which is where she now resided. She lay in a top notch medical bed. Tubes providing nutrients were hooked up to the woman who had not moved for years. Occasionally nurse and doctors, both droids and organics would come to check on her and attend to her needs.

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[Ferrin Sipal]

It was the very first time that Ferrin had stepped foot on the mercantile paradise of Tirahn, and it was for good reason that the Pantoran made his first arrival. The tragedy of Siria Zale had reverberated throughout the Galaxy for years, well-wishes and sympathies sent to the family of the prominent Senator. She was a casualty of the atrocities on Mon Cala, written off as a lost cause by the rest of the Galactic community. Until the moment that her family reached out to the Jedi Order for aid.

The Pantoran had long-ago begun the training of a healer. He did not know the Senator or her family, but it was his path in the Force that led him to the lavish Heights penthouse.

His lilac hair styled perfectly into place, Ferrin was adorned in his ceremonial Jedi robes - charcoal gray with gold trim along his lapel and sleeves. The gleam of silvery metal accented his belt and vambraces, matching his saberhilt and catching brilliantly against the afternoon sunlight. It was far more fashionable than his combat attire, and spoke far more to the Pantoran’s own stylist preferences.

As he approached the entrance to the penthouse, Ferrin removed the saberhilt from his belt - a wave of the Force used to open the crystal chamber of the weapon. He plucked the golden crystal from the weapon, holding the shard of Kyber tightly within his left hand. Warm to the touch, even through the gloves that he wore.

“Knight Sipal,” He said whilst coming to a stop, golden eyes fixating onto the security droid that barred his path. Ferrin knew that the appointment had been made - that his credentials would’ve already been cleared with security. Assuming he was allowed to pass, the Pantoran casually handed off the saberhilt to the security detail before proceeding forward. For the next steps, the weapon wouldn’t ever be necessary.

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[Siria Zale]

The Zale family had security for the entire building but a pair of guards were situated at all the entrances and avenues to the twelfth floor where Siria rested. Most of the guards were wearing clean suits and uniforms that hid a likely blast vest. But aside from a shock prod and a DT-12 side arm, they were not heavily armed. However an emergency response team was available on standby.

If need be the local police force were to be contacted since they were the next best thing aside from the planetary defense force or hiring mercenaries. But unless a full scale assault occurred on the Heights that was unlikely to be required. When the Jedi arrived on the eighteenth floor he would have his lightsaber checked for a second time. However this time the guards on either side of the turbolift would hold onto the tool of the healer. "Thank you for coming. Right this way."

The security detail were visibly intrigued by the blue skinned arrival. Not many of them had seen a Jedi in person but it seemed like they were positive towards his arrival. A simple pat down would confirm the man was not trying to hide any contraband or weapons though it was the same protocols they had been following for years. None the less they were not going to be complacent.

The Knight would be brought to Siria Zale where he would see her laying almost completely still on her medical bed. The only movement was the occasional rise and fall of the bed covers over her chest. It was slow but appropriate for someone in her condition. The guard escorting the Knight stood back, an expression on their face said this was a first for them.

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[Ferrin Sipal]

“Try not to lose it,” Ferrin commented towards the guard that took hold of his lightsaber - perhaps the first time that the Pantoran had willingly given the weapon to another person. It would serve him no purpose for the task ahead of him. Only the crystal he clutched within the palm of his hands - and a faith in the Force that worked through him.

“I’ll do whatever I can,” He said simply - giving the guard a small nod. The Pantoran said nothing else as he was guided to the private suite - stepping into the bedroom where Siria had been positioned. His golden gaze immediately fell upon the incapacitated Senator, watching her chest slowly rise and fell beneath the blankets. The sole indicator that the otherwise lifeless woman hadn’t keeled over, her presence within the Force faint and dull.

He would have his work cut out for him.

Ferrin took in a breath - lingering at the doorway for a few moments longer. Slowly, the Pantoran began to cross the distance between himself and the Senator - easing himself into a chair that was positioned at her bedside. His free hand idly rested against her forearm, a faint gesture of comfort she’d never even notice.

“You’ve been lost for too long, Senator,” He whispered, closing his eyes.

For quite a while, the guard would see nothing as Ferrin fell into a state of meditation. His vision closed upon the physical world, as the Pantoran reached out to the Living Force that surrounded him. It was the fibers and strands of energy that radiated out from every living creature, filling the space between them. It connected Ferrin to the guard at the door, to the potted plant on the bedside table, and to Siria herself.

It was vibrant and pure - and it was from that font of energy that Ferrin drew deep. His own vitality and strength amplified the Light, flowing through his body like a current directed into the palm of his hand.

Slowly but surely, the Light began to manifest across the palm of the Pantoran’s hand - hues of red and orange dancing across the surface of his skin, glittering across his fingertips. All the colors of a brilliant sunset gathered within the Jedi’s hands, bringing with it sense of comfort that was palpable even to the guard standing nearby.

“Hear me, and let me guide you back,” He said aloud, bringing two fingers to rest gently against the center of her forehead. The light within his hands poured outward, rippling like water as it flowed across Siria’s body. Even within her comatose state, the Senator would be able to feel the gentle warmth that flowed through her. Shining like a torch within the darkness of her own mind.

He could only hope that his words echoed to where Siria could hear him - shining a torch within the expansive darkness. A beacon of light that Ferrin hoped she would follow, giving him a method to guide her home.

 

[Siria Zale]

The woman's skin was warm to the touch in contrast with the pale color from her ancestry. No visible reaction occurred at the comforting physical contact. The rest of the room was still, at peace while the rest of the world carried on outside. The guards were awestruck but tried to maintain a sense of professionalism as the Jedi performed began the process to preform a miracle.

The woman's dreams were not hard to reach though it the difficult part was not finding her thoughts, it was convincing her mind and spirit to change. Ferrin would feel her thoughts, her feelings like any other sleeping being if he had perused their mind before. A layer of fear had settled like a fine layer on the surface of an ocean floor, beneath everything but always present.

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In her mind, Siria had no way to track time. Her image of herself was the same as it had been when she was almost assassinated. The woman was in her family's home on Tirahnn, the same building which Ferrin and her occupied in the real world. However, Siria was standing in a different room before a large window that made up the entire wall bordering the outside of the room. Blackwell security droids were partially broken and dismantled every few meters. Smoke constantly rising from blaster marks or damaged parts.

Serene turned her head to look over her shoulder as if hearing someone call her name. She saw herself from a third person's perspective, looking around while also simultaneously looking through her own eyes. Beyond the window was not Tirahnn. The waves of Mon Cala crashed against the glass and tried to reach up the sides of the building. This place was her home but outside was the rest of the galaxy, the places where she was not safe.

“let me guide you back,”

“Hear me, and let me guide you back,”​

“guide you back,”

A glow emanated from the hallway behind her. Uncrossing her arms, Siria turned her attention away from the dark storm in front of her. The woman turned and stepped over the bodies of the damaged automatons. She felt warmer, motivated to move and not remain stagnant. "Where are you? Who are you?" She asked aloud in her own mind, while her mouth did not move her voice calmly echoed throughout her mind's palace even as she began to follow the light. But before she heard a response a small dire badger that had come and gone from her imagination in the past, now came into view. It made a playful growl and then took off in the direction of the sunset emanations, its clawed paws scratching against the tilled floor. "Wait!" She reached out a hand as if that would do anything to stop it and immediately picked up the pace, running after the albino dire badger.

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