Ask Visiting an Empty World

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Deucalia was the home planet of the people he was working to unify. It had been moved from its previous orbit and was now in the void sector. Just on the edges of the outer rim. It's history was interesting compared to other planets, a lost planet that was found just to be lost again. It was a harsh world, like most that held Deucalian clans, that could claim the life of any that venture to it.

Trael had noticed the world on an older starmap he was using to check hyperlane deviations. Though he was confident the planet had been abandoned again, if that was true it means the fauna would've thrived heavily. His plan of unifying the Deucalians required a planet and the best planet would be their homeworld. He would need to find any cities from the past and mark it's location on a holomap.

Trael careened the ship into the planets atmosphere coming out of the cloud cover to a beautifal vista. His ship flew along the mountain range looking for any sign of previous inhabitation. He eventually came to a flat land next to a massive cave entrance, it was large enough that a smaller ship would likely be able to go inside. He put on his cold weather gear and grabbed a vibrosword and plasma bow.

As he got ready he called out to the acolyte he brought along."Might want to bring some weapons I'm not exactly sure what we might encounter." She was Azar's apprentice but with him gone and how quickly she was said to be progressing she was the best to bring along. He just hoped she didn't crash his ship like Vossari, he still owed him for the bill to fix it.

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

Freyja had always felt rather connected to her home, her tribe, her roots...until a Sith had tried to eradicate that all. Her old master hadn't really manage go teach her well, but this he had managed - she cared little about her past and under her new Master, she was making huge progresses, so it was all for the better anyway.

Azar was gone for the moment though, residing on Korriban, and during his absence, it seemed like her training would continue. However, it also seemed like today, she was about to get confronted with the past again as Champion Osso needed help, too, it seemed.

She was in casual, tactical attire on the ship - it was warmer than it looked, yet nothing compared to what the Champion next to her wore. As he came back into side, his thick snow suit drew a chuckle from her. "Are we planning a detour to Hoth?", she playfully asked, a brow raised and her tone light.

She went over to where her longer, fur coat laid and draped it across her, knowing the white fur would offer some cover, but it was still nothing compared to Trael. Freyja was used to freezing climate and the cold didn't bother her, so she went for something lighter.

She nodded at his instruction soon after and gathered her hand axes, her lightsaber, just in case, and her energy bow. She had no objections- Azar had already taught her how the Force was always your most valuable, too, but Freyja knew her weapons and it was never bad to be prepared.

"When will we land? And do you expect me to follow you around for now? Stay rather passive? Or be overly vigilant?", she needed to know what exactly he expected her to do in this, but it seemed like they were getting close. She paid the landscape no attention for now, but readied her gear instead.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael just glanced at the acolyte as she made her remark. Did he have to deal with another snippy acolyte? He sighed internally, it seemed that the newer acolytes all were treated much better than his generation. He would’ve never talked to a higher up like this. “That is too far out of our way. Also this is more than just for weather protection.” His tone was serious with a playful undertone. He tapped on the chest piece and it gave a sound like duraplast would.

He took note of the weaponry she had chosen to use. It was good that he wasn’t the only fighter especially if the stories he heard were true. She even had a lightsaber. Good I shouldn’t have to fully rely on my force powers. His lack of a lightsaber had caused him to have to be much more force oriented than normal.

He was surprised she began asking him questions on what her role was in this. “It should be soon the scanners picked up a large cave mouth that may hold a former settlement. As for what you’re supposed to do, just don’t be a burden.” He was intentionally being vague. If she was ever to be a champion being able to act without instruction was imperative. Also it was beneficial to learn how someone thinks and acts when given free reign.

A beeping noise began to ring out from the cockpit. Trael began walking back in saying to her as he did, “Buckle up we’re going to be landing soon.” As he got back into the cockpit the coordinates he could see the mouth of the cave. His ship could easily fight into the cave more than twice over.

The ship came down before the opening. Trael would walk out and towards the ramp lowering it. They looked like ants walking into a doorway. “Let’s get this show on the road.” He remarked as he walked out and towards the cave.

At first it looked like a normal cave. But as they made their way deeper it began to open up. They eventually reached the remains of a gate and wall. Beyond that was a large subterranean city that could pass for a planetary capital. “It seems my hunch was right.” He said in awe as he looked at the city before them.

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

It pissed Freyja off that Trael remained vague, but she nodded nonetheless. Why a cave? And as if she'd ever be a burde-. Okay, admittedly, she could be a nuisance if she wanted to get under anyone's skin, but she respected the Champion and she had more than one task here..."Understood".

While Trael went back into the cockpit to start their landing maneuver, Freyja sent Azar the coordinates before she followed him, so that he knew where she was in case anything happened. Other intel, she'd relay in person, once they'd meet again, but for now she was curious about what she'd gather and about why she was supposed to tag along.

As long as the ship was still flying, she scrolled through Galaxygram, buckled up in her seat as instructed and silently chewing a gum before they touched the ground. She stored away her phone right away and stretched her back before she hopped out of her seat, an enthusiastic, yet subtle smirk on her lips. "Smooth landing...I'm ready!".

They walked for a bit and the cold didn't bother her at all. She still kept her hands in her pocket for now and her senses on full awareness while she walked alongside him, her yellowish gaze soon meeting the city below. "Oh that's cool...and let me guess, you want anything from them?", she asked, pointing her thumb down there.

It surprised her that there were no scouts or guards around, but she stayed attentive nonetheless. "So do you have your own acolyte, too?", she curiously wondered after a moment, however knowing that Academy rumors were he was aco-less. If he'd answer with a "no", she'd softly add a curious "why not?", her gaze meeting his as she slightly tilted her head to the side.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

As they reached the gates he kneeled down and was examining what was left of them. It seemed they were destroyed by an explosion by the charring on the blocks. So the rumors of a civil war driving the people to abandon it a second time were true.

He was thrown through a loop with the acolytes question. Was she asking as in from the buildings or the former residents. As far as he knew the planet was abandoned long ago. This made him re-examine the city closely searching for signs of life which he found none of. “I guess you could say that.”

He would lead the way to the city pulsing outwards with the force like a sonar. It would be an odd sensation to the acolyte. Trying to get a heads up on any creatures that may have wandered in. At first he seemed to ignore her question as they were walking. “I obviously have an acolyte. I just love using my rivals acolytes to gauge their power.” He had to be a smart ass as it was well known in the academy he didn’t have one. “No I don’t. Because I haven’t found one with the right skills to train.”

She reminded him of Vossari except Voss actually got under his skin. She seemed to be trying to gauge him more than annoy him. Though she was successful in making him regret not just bringing Vossari along.

As they entered the city skeletons with similar designed weapons to Freyja were scattered about. It was obvious that a battle took place here long ago between warring tribes. “We should make for the town center. We might learn more of why this happened there.” He wanted her as in the dark of his true plans as possible. To her he was trying to simply make it look like exploring a new world. While he was trying to find out if there was a calamity that caused the exodus beyond the war.

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

He still kept his cards close to his chest and somehow, he also let it shine through that he wasn't so comfortable with the questions, so she decided to stop digging for now. He needed her for whatever, she'd find out soon enough, she figured, so she followed rather silently for a moment.

While she didn't glance over, she did raise a brow at his answer. The first part was an answer she would have given - hearing that kind of sarcasm from the grown man was somewhat amusing, but the second part even more so. What if the Academy or the Dark Lord hadn't assigned him one? She doubted it was about the acolyte in this. The cool ones were already 'taken' anyway.

Well, she was no Vossari, so she kept the thoughts to herself despite the subtle smirk that crossed her lips. She stayed attentive, not just with her eyes and ears, but ethereal senses as well, but they still seemed rather fine for now. "Do you enjoy working with acolytes or would you rather not have someone blabbing all the way?", she asked after a moment, her tone light and inquiring instead of provocative, as she was trying to assess whether he literally preferred silence for now.

As they passed the battlefield, her eyes widened involuntarily. Fresh death didn't linger in the air, but it was still destruction and desolation...it was only faint, but as her yellow eyes scanned the surroundings, a shiver went down her spine as for a moment, old memories surfaced.

The cold soon turned into hot boiling rage and while clenching her fists, she averted her gaze and forced herself to breathe. She nodded curtly, but was fighting for control still. There it was again...that part of her that usually stayed safely buried until it simply didn't. That sudden desire to killl...not just her master, but something...but there was not a single life form around. Her fingernails dug into her palms as she picked up her pace a little.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael noticed her change in tone as she asked about if he wanted quietness. “I don’t mind blabbing depending on what it’s about.” Silence was just as bad as someone being annoying sometimes. Also if he made her shut up he couldn’t learn anything about a potential future threat.

As they walked through the battlefield and the remains he took care to avoid stepping on any of the bodies. Despite her hiding it externally her intent slowly began radiating out. “There was a civil war between the cities that were built after the planets recolonization. We are here to see if that is the sole purpose your people left or if there was more to it.”

From now on Trael was going to request a dossier on every acolyte he worked with. This would be the second time that one had some kind of negative reaction to an environment he had brought them to. He was not going to become known as some form of trauma awakening person unintentionally.

As they continued making their way to the town center the bodies and sights of battle slowly dissipated. It began to look like a normal city for a few blocks. Trael reached out with his force sight to try and see what was ahead. The sight he saw made him stop in his tracks. The square was turned into an execution grounds from what he could tell. “I don’t think you should see what is ahead of us.” His voice was solemn and low. “If you don’t think you can keep control I will go and clean it up before calling you over.”

Whether she came or stayed he made his way into the square and would began moving all the skeletons from the various methods of torture and execution that was brought about to them. The more he ‘cleaned’ the area the more he realized that anything that survived pointed that these were civilians and not combatants in the war. Maybe it was the atrocities committed against each other that lead to the group fracturing once again. After he gathered all the corpses he ignited them with pyrokenisis.

Once he was done he would call her to himself. “Inside isn’t as bad just a few scattered corpses. Upstairs seems to be where the chiefs office was.” He wanted to see more of the planet itself, but he knew they had to hurry up in the city before she pulled a Param. Also he would bring in another to explore the other cities as he felt they all had become battlefields.

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

Your people. We're they her people though? That was still a question she asked herself often. They were her origin...her past. She had unraveled this with Azar, and the conclusion was that while she knew there wasnno way she'd ever regain what she had lost, this was all a part of her...and still, her new life offered so much more purpose.

"There might have been more to it", she almost absent-mindedly muttered undernher breath, knowing that her folk was none to just leave. Maybe this mission was much more than she had first expected. She kept following him, her thoughts racing still while a wild mixture of emotions washed over her.

Her gaze kept lingering on a skull, and with gritted teeth she reached out with the Force before she shattered the bones...It didn't help. She was searching for an outlet, yet it wasn't that, she soon learned. With clenched fists she actively started marching, picking up her pace and kept her gaze directed ahead.

"I can keep it control", she replied, her voice just as serious, yet a pang of annoyance in it. It was a reflection of that burning rage inside...her Master...her old master was all she could think of for a moment. He hadn't triggered this Civil War, yet it was easy to imagine he did. Finding someone to blame and directing all these mixed emotions at him. The last part of her past that was still in need of shattering.

She was stubborn, so she pressed on, trailing along behind him, trying her best not to focus on the death and decay all around and her anger suppressed...yet he was right. As they closed in on the execution ground, she just froze up, her gaze finally drifting down again. While Trael began cleaning up, she tried ordering her thoughts.

She remembered her new Master's words...and tried to draw strength from this all instead of simply letting the chaos inside her consume her. She could be passionate about in her hate...but she couldn't let it take control...and then the corpses Trael gathered bursted into flames...and boiling hot rage surfaced again.

She hated this place already, and as her facade slowly began cracking and tears streaked down her cheek, she may have drawn a little too much of the chaos. Her hands began to tremble as she watched the burning remains of her people and violently, she lashed out with the force if he didn't interrupt her.

Freyja knew how to manipulate the cold, and so she did. Through Kryokinesis, she intended to kill the flames and the bones would be laced by a layer of frost instead, while the acolyte was shaking. She didn't want those bones burnt, images of burning people flashed through her mind instead. Why had they slaughtered each other and who had overseen those executions and torture procedures? She wanted him or her dead too.

"THERE IS NOTHING TO SEE HERE BUT DEATH!", she yelled, her gaze settling on the Champion. Now this was meltdown she hadn't experienced in a while. Why had he taken her here?! She obviously wasn't beyond saving, but the Champion would have to act quickly to break her downward spiral before she truly lost control..."Make it stop, please". Crying and trembling, she almost pleaded for him to help her.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Far across the galaxy on the desert planet of Korriban, Azar Kressh was making plans for battle. He was in his alchemy lab, constructing a bomb intended to devastate Murzana’s walls. It was then that he felt a pulse through the Force, specifically from the bond he began to share with his apprentice. It channeled nothing but pain and agony. He knew this kind of pain - the pain that came from something deep and personal. It was the path of her past, something he intended to lead her down himself.

Rage swirled within him and he sent a telepathic message back to her. His voice would echo in her mind, full of malice and the promise of swift retribution to whoever dared to encroach on his methods.

Who?

@LadyRen

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael had just begun burning the corpses. He stared into the fire as it began to pick up when he felt the force get directed towards him. He dashed back with the force preparing to draw his vibrosword as the acolyte screamed. It wasn't a conscious decision but something he did out of instinct.

This made him upset his face showed it very acutely. He almost screamed back as he turned to see the mess she was. His face quickly softened as she pleaded to him and his hand coming off of his blade. He walked over to her taking off his gloves before he wiped her tears away. "Fine we'll lea.."

His face suddenly showed shock as he felt in the perimeter he had of force sensing have something quickly running towards them. He grabbed her saber and yelled at her, "Run!" As he used the force to propel her away from him as he brought the saber up igniting it. As he did he angled it as a large wolf dived headfirst into the blade getting sliced in half. It's blood spewing across his armor.

He quickly took off in the direction he launched Freyja if she wasn't up and ready to run he would get her on her feet and usher her ahead of him. They could hear the growling and howling of more wolves behind them. As he heard them get close he would stop and turn around launching a weak but wide arching force push to make the 6 wolves stop. He drew his sword into his other hand and got into a Jar'kai stance. "Get to the ship and start it. I'll be right behind you."

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

Her mind immediately circled go Azar...he wouldn't have let this happen, or he would at least helped her through. She knew how it felt to be vulnerable in front of him and it was no problem for her, but breaking down in front of the Champion he barely know frightened her as she lost control.

Breathing quickly, her desperate gaze flicked onto the Champion across from her, away from the decaying remains. While she was still shaking, she felt as though her emotions were about to overthrow her just as Azar's enraged voice echoed through her mind. Who? His voice demanded to know who had done this to her and only now did she realize that he must have felt what she had felt and he was furious about it.

She was about to answer him even if she didn't fully know how as Trael suddenly approached her. Would he strike her down because she was weak? Because she couldn't handle it, even if she had promised she could? He stopped in front of her and turned his lightsaber off before he removed the glove and wiped her tears away shorthandedly. She was confused and blinked slowly, before she sensed another presence behind them.

This one was threatening and angry and as she was suddenly laughed away, she did at least regain a clearer state of mind. What? Gasping, her gaze fell onto the wolf before she started running. Her steps were unsteady and she only managed to fully sped up as he basically ushered her ahead of him. A new wave of panic washed over her before frantically tried to remember the way they had come.

Start the ship?! Fuck...well, she couldn't fly, but she could push buttons, right? She thus hurried in, obeying his instructions even if she soon found herself in front of the control panel, totally clueless about what to do exactly. Turning the engines on meant hitting a button...or two and pulling a level? Did that apply to all ships?

She did what she could before she realized there was a much better solution. The canons. This was at least easier. She immediately started speeding into the direction of them and once she was at them, she wildly pushed buttons there. A moment later, they roared into life and her voice bellowed, "run!". Only once he'd jump out of the way she'd start firing right into their midst, intending to strike down whatever he had left on them to allow him to get himself into safety.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael followed behind her as they passed the former gates of the city. It was once they got just before the mouth of the cave that he had decided to be the distraction. While Freyja was running to the ship and doing her thing Trael was slowly being circled by the wolves. He dashed towards two of them impaling one with the vibroblade having to leave it in, the other he slashed open its side spilling its organs on the floor.

One of the others jumped at him from behind but due to his attacks only got a grazing slice tearing his armor. He yanked its feet from under it causing it to tumble as he came down with his blade ending its life. As he turned to run one pounced on him ripping his chest piece and cutting him. He launched it upwards with a force push before making his escape.

He came running out of the cave with his armor tore up and gashes visible. As he saw the cannon swivel towards him he didn't even need to hear her scream as he jumped upwards with force as the wolves behind him made their appearance. The blaster fire from the turret passed by below him as the remaining four wolves were fired upon and killed.

He landed not far from the ship and made his way in. He called out to the acolyte, "Smart thinking with the turret." He examined his armor and its damage. I just got this armor. He let out a sigh. First Azar threw down the set he had on Nal Hutta now this set was ruined here. He might as well just do his missions nude.

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

Freyja absolutely wasn't proficient with turrents, hence what she did there was wild firing. She was more than glad that Champion Osso was gone by then and that through a miracle, she had made those laser fire cannon things work. Red plasma bolts soared through the air until there was nothing left but lumps of fur and she sensed Trael reentering his ship.

She gasped in relief as she let go of those hellish, complicated weapons before she immediately jumped up and raced back into the passenger compartment. She slammed her hand against the button that retracted the ramp, not wanting to have any more wolves show up and make their way in, but Freyja was literally still reeling from all the impressions she had gathered within the last few minutes.

"I-", yeah, she was literally surprised she had thought about the turrets...but while she had maybe saved his life with that, he had saved hers first for sure. "You're hurt", she pointed out, however immediately realizing she stated the obvious as the blood already started dripping. It did, however, give her at least something else to focus on.

"Let me get this off". Earlier, she had spotted at least one med kit and she hoped some bacta pads would do for now. Sighting, she started unclasping the pieces of his armor that were visibly damaged and unless he'd stop her, soon examine his gashing wounds. "Looks...deeper than I hoped", she admitted with the hint of a nervous chuckle before she turned her head.

Her gaze soon found the object of desire and with a quick gesture, she maneuvered the med kit over. She recklessly searched through it before she found some sanitizer and sprayed it on his injured patches of skin before she'd reach for the bacta pads. "Is this why you don't have an acolyte?", she couldn't help but tease, not out of ill will, but simply because humor finally helped her mind to settle. She knew she'd have to text Azar once his wounds were throughly treated, but the wound that had been gashing inside her as at least closed again.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael was still checking his wounds when Freyja came back in. "It isn't that bad." It was but not the worse he's had to deal with. A gash like this would heal on its own with time and basic first aid. He was used to being injured, his favorite pass time was fighting in arenas or saber training.

As Freyja mentioned taking off the chest piece it caught him off guard. He let her take it off though as he also wanted to see the wound more clearly. Once it was off she would see the multitude of scars along his chest some were small cuts from swords or spears. Others were larger more akin to lightsaber wounds. He also had two particularly unique scars one was like a group of lightning bolts running down his side and the other was an obvious burn wound but it looked like a hand print.

As she begun going through the med kit Trael kept a close eye on her. He made sure that she didn't grab any of the syringes or needles. He grunted at the antiseptic spray as she sprayed it on him. After she put on the bacta pad she asked him an interesting question. "What because I'm reckless or make bad decisions habitually." He chuckled at his own poor luck and decision making leading to a lot of issues. "Thank you for healing me and next time I ask for you on a mission I'll make sure its not so dreary."

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

While her thoughts were still racing, it wasn't just the gashing fresh found that suddenly caught her attention. For a moment, Freyja stopped as her gaze did not only find the details about the wound she needed to treat but his marked torso, the countless scars, lightning mark and old cuts that drew her focus.

She wondered what stories were behind them all but discarded the thought for now. Instead, she cleared her throat before she continued, dutifully applying her first aid knowledge and thus slowly but steadily finishing him up. "Amongst other things...", she muttered, obviously continuing the teasing a little further but only because he took it humorously as well.

"You're welcome...", once the bacta pads were applied, the bleeding did at least fully stop and she sat down, exhaling slowly and her gaze shifting from his eyes back to his torso. "Dreary? If you call this mess dreary I don't want to know what might happen next time...". She chuckled softly, her gaze flicking back up.

Her heartbeat finally decelerated and while still seated on the ground, she rolled her shoulders, thus forcing out some tension. "Those lightning marks...clearly, you've experienced terrible things. You saw me fail spectacularly...why didn't you punish me?". Her tone was implying that she absolutely wasn't asking for it, but it was rather genuinely curious and perhaps still a little thrown off guard. She wanted to understand...it also reminded her of Azar and now that her emotions were finally settling, her mind cleared and seeked answers about how this extreme situation had turned so tender.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

He quirked an eyebrow at her muttering. Giving her a curious look, "And what are those other things?" He asked her playfully. He knew he had garnered a slight reputation because of his various escapades. Was that what she meant or something else? He for some reason doubted it but still thought on it.

As she finished up and sat down he did the same taking a seat himself. "Well seeing the after effects of war is never pleasant. Maybe I'll have you help me take down a crimeboss on a resort world." His hand scratching his chin as if genuinely was thinking of a plan. Although he had no idea of what it would be if he did have her tag along again it would be something simply and less depressing as exploring a war zone.

His gaze met hers as she questioned him. What did she mean by failing? "I don't see how you failed and even if so you didn't do anything to punish." Her mention of his lightning marks had him thinking for a moment. "Just because my master was harsh with her punishments doesn't mean I will be."

She made him relive the memory of getting his lightning scar. It was the first time he was sent alone to do something and he had failed to kill his target. It wasn't due to his own failure but extenuating circumstances he couldn't have dealt with. His master laid into him with her force lightning till his side was smoking, leaving the permanent reminder on his body. "You don't have to follow in others footsteps to forge your path. After all it is your path not theirs."

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

She looked up at him, her cheeks slightly blushing as he overheard her so clearly that it seemed like she owed him an elaboration. "It's...nothing. You're quite alright, I'm just teasing. I just thought you probably neither intended pushing me to a meltdown nor having a pack of wolves at our heels". She didn't blame him...but she was gladnit was over now.

Somehow, she did notice he seemed much more cautious now...almost hesitant and so as if he was expecting anything to happen...she didn't know why, but he was a different man than the one she had in that club with the other Sith. Was he fearing her? Or rather her master?

Azar...while she didn't want to call Trael out, was loyal to her Master and so she could neither lie nor keep this from him, so she reluctantly typed "Trael...that wasn't supposed to happen tho, I just stumbled upon something terrible...will call you later" after she had pulled out her phone. She'd explain what exactly she had encountered and what had happened inside her then, but for now she was hoping he wasn't too worried.

"I'm down...that sounds doable and straightforward...and I wouldn't mind some time off on a resort world", she admitted before a slight sigh escaped her. As he relaxed a little, their gazes met and he briefly explained why he hadn't even interpreted her breakdown as failing. She felt as though she had at least failed herself...that part of her was supposed to be dead, not leading to such an emotional outburst after all.

A little silence followed and he seemed contemplative before he added something that made her look up again. Her own expressions softened as she didn't even question he had shitty experiences with his old master as well and so she realized they definitely had that in common. "True...yet don't you think such experiences do still influence us somewhat?". Actively distancing yourself from them was often a process that required time and will power, but she was currently working on that as well. "Is your old Master still alive?".

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

He sighed after her explanation. "I did warn you to stay behind." She's the one who chose to follow him and have her little tantrum. He still was confused on why she seemed to direct it out to him though. Perhaps he was just a stand in for something else in her mind.

While he remained attentive it wasn't just her but the surroundings. He was already caught off guard once this mission he didn't want to be again. He watched as she pulled out her phone and messed with it. Though he was familiar with technology and it's uses he personally wasn't big on the phone side of it.

He chuckled out lough at her going all in on the resort world thing. "That was more a suggestion than actual plan. I'm not big in making underworld gains as legitimate businesses are easier to expand." Though he did agree a peaceful beach vacation with alcohol and no worries or mission did sound nice. Though it would probably be a solo endeavor he needed a break from everything soon.

He sat in contemplation as she asked her question. "Every experience influences your growth or decay. The way to determine which is by using them to better yourself instead of devolve into what dragged you down." He had been shaped by many different experiences. Some good other bad but he always tried to come out with a better understanding of himself. He looked at her as she asked her next question his face a mix of sadness and anger. "No, I killed her." It still was a tender wound even if it was necessary to his survival. "Yours?"

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

She rolled her eyes as he reminded her of how he had warned her and didn't even bother hiding it. That was not what she needed to hear again after she had pointed that out right before. "Burning the corpses wasn't necessary...they can be left to decay by themselves...", she mubled quietly, not letting her mind wander back to that image though.

"Legitimate businesses? Are you telling me you have some of them going?", she curiously tilted her head to the side, a smirk, crossing her lips again before she crossed her legs. A Sith with legitimate businesses? Curious. "Why not something a little more twisted? Also, visiting a resort world still sounds intriguing af...not gonna lie". Even if she was no friend of warmth or the sun, she figured she wouldn't mind a beach with some cocktails for a few days...

"So it's about reflection?", she concluded after he offered some more insights on how he handled past experiences, which, however, provoked more thinking. "What about passion though?". She wondered how in his concept, passion played a role as it did for many Sith.

"Dead", she answered calmly as he gave back the question about their old Masters. Azar had helped her overcome those past experiences and destroying her last, remaining ties and she'd ever be grateful as after, she had felt truly free. "But let's not dwell on the past", she slowly pushed herself up to her feet again, walking over to him and offering a hand.

"So we had to retreat...the wolves should be gone in a few hours I'd guess. Are we going back out there? You were still looking for clues, weren't you? Now that we're here, we shouldn't just leave", Freyja felt as though she was in control again and she was ready to continue. "How are you feeling now?".

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael quirked his brow as she rolled her eyes. As she muttered his features softened, "My research on Deucalians yielded that they burned people for honorable burials. And anyone who dies defending their home is honorable in my eyes. So I was trying to give them a proper burial based on their culture." It was as simple as that if he wished to be the leader of these people he needed to learn as much as he could on them.

He looked at her with a confused face. "Why do you sound surprised? Are you saying I can't be a legitimate businessman?" He inquired to her. Her smirk made him even more curious of her inquiries. Was it really so odd he preferred normal streams of revenue. "Sith don't have to only be involved in shady business. You really seem like you want to go to a resort world. If so why not go?"

He nodded to her question as to show his agreement to her deduction. "Meditation can also help if done correctly." He had practiced meditation for his entire tenure as a Champion. "It depends on how one interprets passion. Going based on how the code reads it’s the pure desire to gain more power and knowledge in the dark side. I think it’s just striving to live life to its fullest. So I believe it’s necessary.”

He remained quiet as she mentioned her own masters fate. He was drew back into the scene of his masters death. The look of betrayal in her eyes after she had just tried to sell him for her own safety. He snapped back into reality, "Yeah, that's a good idea." He grabbed her hand and stood up.

He listened to her breakdown of the situation running it through his mind. As she offered going back out he tried to get a read on her emotions. "I think it's best we avoid the city for now. I'm not going to indirectly torture you for my own goals. A few hours, that sounds less than ideal. I've been fine it was just a scratch." He had to think of somewhere else to visit on the planet. It would be a waste to leave now.

@LadyRen