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Crix Aran

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Jedi Order
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Jedi Knight

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He had been keeping himself together through sheer force of Will since long before he met Talak and learned what had happened to his mom.

People killed other people all the time in the Galaxy and he knew that better than most. Even just being the kid of a Ranger showed him a bit of that side of the Galaxy but it had been the attack on the Ranger HQ that had brought him into that side of the Galaxy.

He remembered using the turret in a moment of desperation to save a Ranger he didn’t even know the name of… he remembered how it had felt to blast the attacking Sith to pieces. Remembered because he saw it whenever he tried to go to sleep, for weeks after the fact and sometimes even still.

The tremors had started with the Ranger HQ, when he was alone and his mind wandered back to the basement level of the HQ.

New nightmares had risen up alongside it however, from his time in the junkyard on Corellia with the Sith reaching into his mind and churning his thoughts, feelings and memories to suit her liking. Even when he had believed it was ‘only’ an attack, an attempt to cause him pain, it was unlike anything else he had ever experienced. Like having every pleasant memory he had ever had, poured into a blender, ruined and then tipped out into the void so he couldn’t even bring himself to find some comfort in them anymore.

In the aftermath, Crix found that he still had all of his memories but they were tainted now, twisted with the pain. Memories that had never failed to make him smile, like a Life Day when he was really young with his mom… now he remembered the mind-numbing pain of having that memory clawed at by the Sith. He couldn’t smile at the memory anymore because even though the positive emotions connected to it remained, they were joined by the memories of the pain and it soured it all.

The tremors only got worse, coming when he was with friends and even when he trying to work.

Then… Sullust.

Ash and fire and hate so hot and so intense that it shook him to his core until all he could do on the day was move. Move as quickly as he could to get away from the source of it all, to try and rescue his mom from the same level of unyielding, disgusting, emotion. And in the end, he hadn’t moved fast enough.

Crix couldn’t use the Force like Talak could or even how the Sith woman could but he could feel it when he held his mom’s hand.

He could feel what was done to her, how they had emptied her of who and what she was before filling the void with all of their hate and pain, until she was a shell. Until she was barely his mom anymore and there was only the hope that she could be his mom again, that she could be Trys Aran again.

It was that hope that kept him sat beside her beside even when she was just sat there, staring blankly at the wall ahead of her, and it was that hope, that oh so slim hope, that he held onto when the tremors started.

The possibility, and nothing more, that one day his mom would hold him again and whisper to him that everything would be alright…? It was the only thing that could stop the tremors, the only thought that let him get up in the morning and the only goal that gave him a reason to get up.

To continue.


@Sreeya cus Trys is there for some of it
 
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