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Tarrian Skywalker
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There was something tangible within the Traitor’s Hope that was not there before.

 

He had sensed boundless sorrow and the depths of grief that could find no floor within an ocean of being undone. Had he been so cruel to ask the mother of his child for her location? He did not know of any other way to phrase it that could have softened the blow. No, this was a world-ending question that Andon knew would break Jaina’s heart no matter eloquently he could have asked her. Our Traveler of many worlds and times had found that his heart had grown cold in his walk among the stars. It struck him bitterly that he could be so inhumane, noting the irony that he was indeed inhuman, in more ways than one. But still, in watching her grief and witnessing the compassion that Emily laid out from the depths of her heart toward her aunt, it awakened something that had been absent within the corridors of this ship for too long.

 

Tenderness.

 

It was there, not just as an echo or the memory of what it was like to care, but daring to venture forth in all its strength and beauty. Jaina, who had placed her heart behind a gate of steel and stone insurmountable to even herself, allowed that which she felt to boil over and break into the light of day. Emily, who had known such cruelty and abandon, having no reason to rely on anything that could subject her to rejection and pain, allowed her heart to comfort and feel. Even the Celestial, that could only remember what it was like to walk as a man like one remembers daydreams from long ago, found his humanity blooming in the light of all he witnessed.

 

Tears adorning her auburn-green eyes, Jaina crossed the distance between husband and wife, burrowing her face into the safety of his chest. The absolute zero of infinite starscape melted, allowing him to be Andon once more as he held Jaina close in his embrace. He felt her now, differently than before, as if she was willing to be vulnerable before him. Emotions that she had previously held ransom from the touch of his mind, began to shine through the splinters of the wall that her heart now called home. It was her turn to end the world with a question: Can you find her?

 

Such a word as “can” was a foreign language to Andon, as such a word implied possibility without the assurance the task would be seen to fruition. “Can” was beguiled by “could”, implying the potential that it would not be completed in absolution. It had never dawned on him that such a thing as failing Tirzah could exist in a creation that bore him as the Celestial Hero of Infinity. Not anymore, not again. Jaina removed her face from the depths of his robes and gazed upon him with pleading eyes. Her face was strewn with the streaks of haunted tears and searched him for the promise of a hope she had long resigned herself to deny. Within the ambiance of the ship, his shaggy grown hair cast a dim shade across his features, but the light of his hazel-gray eyes could not be contained by mere parlor tricks of shadow and lighting. Jaina’s mind touched him in the core of his being, searching for a reason to believe. Belief that what was once broken can be renewed.

 

Husband and wife, till death and into eternity, and back again. Jaina still looked to him for the assurance to continue on, even after all she had done in a world without him. A mighty Jedi Master in her own right, and she could still remember what it meant to be the wife of Andon Colos. He was humbled. The touch of his heart reached for hers. Everything lost will be made new again. This I vow to you wife, it will all be renewed.

 

The backs of his fingers delicately brushed his wife’s tears away, knowing more would well to the surface with his response.

 

“I already have,” his voice was soft, but contained an inner wellspring of focus and resolution. “I can hear Tirzah’s whispers into the ether. She is singing to herself.”

 

A melody without origin began to resonate within the walls of the ship. A little girl’s humming could be distantly heard, as if it were not born of this world. The sweet notes it carried embraced the Traitor’s Hope. For all his power and ability, Andon felt his own heart as it shuddered with a whimper of longing to free Tirzah from whatever bastion of darkness she now called home.

 

“We need to be near her body, though. She is still tethered to it. Though she is hidden, I will follow the line to her and bring her home.”

 

Andon took Jaina’s face into his hands, “This is my promise, wife, it will be done.”

 

The Traveler that bore a scarred face and eyes that had seen too much, waved his hand and the navigation computer glowed to life. Controls gave way to phantom hands that worked the ship as only a Maestro could in this great symphony of anticipation. Into the atmosphere the YT-1930 soared, engines struggling, but bending to a will that would not let them fail. The roar of the hyperdrive began its tumultuous winding, warping the fabric of realspace and piercing forth into the currents of hyperspace.

 

Gone from the universe as it was known, the Traitor’s Hope departed, and into adventure they went.

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  • 3 years later...

Reaching the planet of Yavan, the jungle world was simply a beautiful emerald sphere that remind Jedi Vox of his homeworld Trandosha. Albeit, there was a pull of sorts, the closer Alcmènes ship drew toward the planet the closer Vox felt to the Force itself. There was a richness in life when he reached out to the Force of the world, unmolested by large traffic or cities, in only it's natural state at the utmost complete form of life. Something tugged at him though or rather his essence, almost beckoning him to join the natural life. 

 

Vox's sudden trance was interrupted when Romulus walked up and was staring at the Yavan as well, "Didn't think there were other place like home, huh Vox?" 

 

"No... I didn't think there would be either." Vox's response seemed distant as if he was focused on something else. It at least caused the smaller Nudono to frown and start gathering equipment that be would need for a wilderness trip. To Romulus it was a run of the mill adventure, but to his larger friend it was more than a trip. 

 

"Fates, old gods, I have begun my destiny." Vox immediately thought, the words almost coming out of nowhere and echoed through the chasms of his mind like a single voice. He didn't believe in fate nor destiny, nor their people's gods Maccond, Lina, Una, Sare, Acheron, Dedanna, nor the first father Sultefeign. His belief in the Force was witnessed, however the same voice he heard in his head whispered to take that leap. No, no prophecies, their people would suffer enough from religion. 

 

Once on the planet Vox had his Puncture raised as did Romulus with his custom weapon, a spike pistol of sorts, and once they felt the area was secured Vox relaxed. Relax was something that wasn't resonating well with the Trandoshan, the planet was overwhelming with life, with the Force and he tried to fight it internally. The area they landed in perfectly hid the ship, near a massive stream and near a waterfall surrounded by a canopy of trees. The sun pierced through the leaves and created plenty enough light to allow the group to see just fine. 

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As they set down on the planet surface, she pulled herself up and out of the cockpit, stretching her arms and shoulders as she followed Vox and his compatriot out of the shuttle and onto the densely thicketed ground. She let the force flow through her for a moment, centering herself, before she pointed to one of the jumbled ruins that jutted out of the Jungle foliage. 

 

“Those are the ancient Sith Temples that was are looking for. There are supposed to hordes of lightsaber crystals in the depths of their vaults.” 

 

She smiled widely and pointed to the outline of the Gas Giant Yavin that shone a blue orange in the dusk sky. 

 

“Or we can go there, into the crushing depths, where the planet itself forges crystals in its atmospheres. Which will you choose?”

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The power, the flow, and tinge of life that teemed on the planet was all the more to take in to the Trandoshan. He gazed around until Alcmène said something, then realized he allowed himself to get out of hand. Vaux focused and closed the Force and reception his mind and spirit were receiving and bottlenecked them until he could finely focus on the task at hand. He looked to the direction of the Sith temple, and though it was a sage bet to try there, something told him that was not the place of choice. Instead, Alcmène also pointed out the soul-crushing depths of the planet that naturally made the crystals. That was where it would take his instincts and thoughts. 

 

"Against better judgement, I would like to retrieve my own saber crystal and not one already founded. What I found trouble with the one I used during the spar was... My inability to connect through it, almost like it already had an owner. No, it would seem almost pointless to pull one from the ruins, it would be the same as asking the Naboo Queen for one, and I wouldn't want to steal one and claim it my own." Vaux spoke truly and freely, it was his honest opinion- damned be the dangers and trials ahead. He was no thief, it was laziness to grab someone else's work and to say it was his. 

 

Romulus rubbed the back of his head and said, "I dunno... I mean... It doesn't belong to anyone if they're dead, ya know? I don't it'd be safe-" 

 

Vaux was quick to interrupt his smaller companion, "It is my choice, Roamaulus, the Force-" Vox looked into the direction of the outline of the Gas Giant Yavin; that shone a blue-orange in the dusk sky, "It guides me there. I don't know if we have the equipment, but if we need to go it slow then so be it. I wouldn't do this if it didn't feel necessary." 

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The thick atmosphere buffeted the light shuttle as they made the short hop from the jungle moon of Yavin IV to the gas giant of Yavin itself. It had long been a place where dreams and visions had coalesced. Only a few decades ago, the duel worlds had been a part of the illusive League of Augrey. Whose jedi knights had planned their great strike at the Last Death Star. Though those knights had brought an end to Deton’s empire, none of them had ever returned. Their bodies remaining in the ruins of Helix Station, and a swath of prophecy left unfulfilled. Alcmene let her eyes drift closed as they began the dive towards the pale red surface of the gas giant.

 

What doom did this system hold? Stretching back the centuries, the first rebel alliance had made the system their base of operations for both the strike on Sacrif and the First Death Star. With The first Jedi Academies returning a few years later. And before that? Massassi and their master Exar Kun. 

 

Now here they were. Prospecting for corusca gems in the depths of the gas giant itself. They were outside history. Walking as tiny ants in its great shadow. 

 

The ship shuddered as they passed from one layer to the next, buffeting through the swirling winds. She reached out and thumbed the autoglide feature and flicked open the cargo bay doors. Then she walked back to where her apprentice was waiting. She gave him a grin. 

 

“So do you want to learn how to fly?”

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On 3/17/2022 at 6:30 PM, Alcmène said:

The thick atmosphere buffeted the light shuttle as they made the short hop from the jungle moon of Yavin IV to the gas giant of Yavin itself. It had long been a place where dreams and visions had coalesced. Only a few decades ago, the duel worlds had been a part of the illusive League of Augrey. Whose jedi knights had planned their great strike at the Last Death Star. Though those knights had brought an end to Deton’s empire, none of them had ever returned. Their bodies remaining in the ruins of Helix Station, and a swath of prophecy left unfulfilled. Alcmene let her eyes drift closed as they began the dive towards the pale red surface of the gas giant.

 

What doom did this system hold? Stretching back the centuries, the first rebel alliance had made the system their base of operations for both the strike on Sacrif and the First Death Star. With The first Jedi Academies returning a few years later. And before that? Massassi and their master Exar Kun. 

 

Now here they were. Prospecting for corusca gems in the depths of the gas giant itself. They were outside history. Walking as tiny ants in its great shadow. 

 

The ship shuddered as they passed from one layer to the next, buffeting through the swirling winds. She reached out and thumbed the autoglide feature and flicked open the cargo bay doors. Then she walked back to where her apprentice was waiting. She gave him a grin. 

 

“So do you want to learn how to fly?”

 

The ship seemed to groan and shudder as they exited and entered from atmosphere to atmosphere. From one planet with life to another that had none and the difference in life force between the large orbs was felt by the Trandoshan. Nonetheless, Vox kept his eyes gazing about in wander and amazement as he scanned the great differences in sizes and colors. Upon entry of the gas giant Vox unintentionally shuddered as a new energy could be felt. Was this what he was meant to experience? 

 

The cargo door opened and Vox turned his head to the outside, then back to Alcmène as she asked him a curios question. Did he really want to fly? He could handle a gun and blade no issue, but an actual craft? He turned his full body to her and said, "Well... Better sooner than later, show me how this craft works."

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Alcmène felt a grin creep over her face. . She reached down to her utility belt and did a quick check for her rebreather, and finding it, she looked back up at the Trandoshan. It was time for him to dive into the force face first. Learning a lesson the same way she had when she had been a youngling on a crashing starship. 

 

“Not fly like that Vox.” She took one step forward. “Like this.” 

 

Her booted foot lashed out and slammed into his chest and she kicked him bodily out of the transport into the swirling gasses below. Then without another hesitation she lept after him. The Transport banking and veering slowly after them.

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On 5/20/2022 at 3:30 PM, Alcmène said:

Alcmène felt a grin creep over her face. . She reached down to her utility belt and did a quick check for her rebreather, and finding it, she looked back up at the Trandoshan. It was time for him to dive into the force face first. Learning a lesson the same way she had when she had been a youngling on a crashing starship. 

 

“Not fly like that Vox.” She took one step forward. “Like this.” 

 

Her booted foot lashed out and slammed into his chest and she kicked him bodily out of the transport into the swirling gasses below. Then without another hesitation she lept after him. The Transport banking and veering slowly after them.

 

The Force felt strong, pure but different due to this planets life force. It felt lighter but stronger at the same time, a testament to the goliath of the gas giant of course, however things would take a swift turn. Vox thought for a moment, thinking why he would fly a ship from the cargo bay until a solid kick to the armored chest of the large heavy Trandoshan surprisingly launched him over the platform. Vox's mind was filled with a flurry of thought wondering why Alcmène kicked him over the edge, had he outlived his use? Was there no potential to his power,m

 

Those questions would rapidly shut down as he witnessed Alcmène join the armored lizard, now a slew of more questions entering his mind. Everything seemed to spin as gravity was pulling him down, there was chaos only as the equilibrium was of no use. That was until there was one voice that struck through the mess of thoughts, one Vox felt familiar with although he knew not who it was. Focus, the voice spoke softly, Calm your nerves, ease your mind, and focus on what you want to do instead of what you can't do. 

 

Vox eventually gained his control in the air with his belly facing down toward the surface of the planet, he gritted his teeth as he pushed every thought he had out of his head and tried to focus. Concentrate on the wind, let the Force bend the air around you. Vox eased his body, instead of fighting the currents of the wind he let it take him, instead of trying to control he simply allowed all to happen. He reached out to the Force and it reach back, empowering and filling his body with energy. The first thing 

 

The first thing the Trandoshan did was slow his free fall, not immediately but to a crawl as to not destroy his muscles nor innards. Everything felt like it came to a slow halt, with the Force slowly shimmering around his body he allowed it to keep him afloat almost like water. His breathing was ragged but I the end the Apprentice had achieved what was needed to be done, albeit unexpectedly. 

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She kept perfectly still as the fierce winds buffeted her small form, tearing at the edges of her crimson tunic and whipping her hair free from its containing golden circlet. She kept her eyes closed, relying on the force itself to guide her through the storm. She could feel her apprentice, the way his mind was working to conquer fear, and how he reached out to the force. He was doing well, better than she had thought. But she had always underestimated him.

 

She projected her voice through the storm, guiding it to his ears as she did so. 

 

“You are doing well apprentice. Now find the flow of the winds, feel how they pull you, follow their current.”

 

Everything in nature had a connection to the force, and he would find that they would guide him to where he wanted to go, to what he wanted to find, if he trusted in them and in the force.

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On 6/2/2022 at 6:13 PM, Alcmène said:

She kept perfectly still as the fierce winds buffeted her small form, tearing at the edges of her crimson tunic and whipping her hair free from its containing golden circlet. She kept her eyes closed, relying on the force itself to guide her through the storm. She could feel her apprentice, the way his mind was working to conquer fear, and how he reached out to the force. He was doing well, better than she had thought. But she had always underestimated him.

 

She projected her voice through the storm, guiding it to his ears as she did so. 

 

“You are doing well apprentice. Now find the flow of the winds, feel how they pull you, follow their current.”

 

Everything in nature had a connection to the force, and he would find that they would guide him to where he wanted to go, to what he wanted to find, if he trusted in them and in the force.

 

That was much easier said than done. Vox learned quickly indeed, but his focus was starting to grow more and more chaotic. It wasn't thought process or comprehension instead it was the energy all around him and how the charged energy flowed all around and through him. It was growing tinge too much. Vox tried to focus again this time with a little more succession as his body slowly rose in the air, not particularly flying by any means but elevation was something at least. 

 

Letting loose a rough sigh, Vox focused his efforts this time doing exactly as he done before when he was free falling. And slowly with success, he started to inch forward until inches grew into feet... And once he got it the Trandoshan unexpectedly zipped off like cannon fire. It wasn't so much he couldn't handle, the Force flower through him a bit too much and now he was darting up with an overcharge of power. His mind couldn't adjust in time, so he replied on the Force as should, and tried to slow his speed, his body had grow too used to his efforts and now that cracked door was wide open. He needed control. 

 

Forcing that door close and starting to close himself off Vox could feel the Force start to dwindle until it was, again, coming through a cracked door. He could feel it in the air and through the planet itself, but it was too much. Now his speeding had stopped to a crawl, he panted not from the loss of every but from the overwhelming feeling he had of it. And after a moment of recollecting himself Vox moved forward again, oy this time at a fast walking pace. 

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“Well done!” 

 

Her voice came through the horrible wind as she followed her apprentice at a distance. The Shuttle looming up above them as its AI tracked them through her comm link. It was amazing to watch the Trandoshan work, and such a connection to the force was something to treasure. 

 

“Now reach into the force and find what you are searching for.” 

 

The illusive Corusca gems were here in the clouds of yavin, buffeted up from the crushing depths of core, and if the force would lead her apprentice, he would find just the one he needed for his lightsaber. 

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Vox's control of the Force was certainly a wonder to behold, but a chaotic wonder, as he couldn't quite get the hang of flying. It was still working though as he seemed to go at a slower pace than what he should have, hesitance crawling in instead of just letting his power to the rest. It was only natural that someone who was still new to the Jedi abilities struggle to keep them steady, although Vox had done well with everything until now. Careful to keep his focus on trying not to fall, Vox also paddled slightly and turned to face his mentor who would bolster his courage. 

 

"Very well..." Vox replies carefully, pushing himself upward and into a soft cloud of... Something, that spanned beyond the horizon yet the sun shone through it's thickness at the same time. He honed his focus and allowed the Force to carry and guide the lizard to his destination. Almost immediately did he find what he was looking for and like a blood hound he shot off again, just not quite as fast as he did. 

 

The cloud was without a doubt different in pressure, as the longer Vox stayed in it to more he felt his scales grow cold with condensation, his head filled with pressure whilst oxygen seemed to thin out. But this was an experience and path the Force chose for him, even though it seemed suffocating, his whole life had been hardships but that was how he preferred it. Not as some sniveling politician but as a warrior, as all of Trandosha should be. Vox felt like something was nearing him or he was nearing something, as he came upon a green hue of light in the cloud he slowed his pace to a crawl. 

 

Approaching slowly even as his body begged for more air, Vox's gaze states right into a green crystal. The piece seemed bigger than he anticipated, but it's glow was unlike the average grass glow he's seen from other lightsabers. The crystal itself was of deep forest green, white and black speckles scattered from within the small gemstone that also cast their own colors, not proudly but allowing them to stand out. But it wasn't like some diamond or sapphire, nothing like an ordinary crystal, a calm energy washed over the Trandoshan that seemingly emanate from the stone itself. In the moment before Vox slowly pulled the crystal into his hand, it was as if the Force opened a floodgate of emotion, pooling everything from his inner being and connecting his energy with the crystal, almost binding himself to it. But he pushed these emotions down and finally grabbed the stone, hushing all emotions that would have escaped. 

 

What felt like ages was only seconds, but holding in his hand and gazing at it were the Corusca gem in the palm of Vox, a soft glow of the lively item still shown around the lizards hand. He looked to Alcmène with achievement in his mind, a small victory he was rightfully proud of even if a child could accomplish it. Vox then said as he moved out of the thick cloud and into open space, retrieving the vital thing called air, "It seems I have completed my task," Ever so calmly did the Trandoshan speak, inwardly he fought back loud cheers and howls of victory, why he felt like this he didn't know but it was only natural... Although, it wasn't his style to do such things, "Will this be all? Or are there more tasks?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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