Lehon - Jedi Temple

[Delta73]

The fatigue stuck to him like an oil slick. Seeping into every pore, into every crack and crevasse, into the back of his eyes and into his brain itself. It was a strange thing, perhaps it was the echoes of his past dredging themselves through the decades to claw at his mind, or more likely, it was the result of nearly five years of constant war. If there was anything to be gained by turning the hard won galaxy over to the Rebel Alliance it would be the possibility of having a full night's sleep on some backwater world. 

 

But Delta did not really expect to get any sleep, even when the galaxy was once more at peace. For in dreams, and even in the waking world he was surrounded by ghosts. One glance over the Dark Lord’s shoulder and he could see them. Figures large and small wavering at the edges of his vision, flickering like holograms as the evening fog rolled in from the sea. ‘T’ shaped visors staring blankly from helmets of white platsoid, while the unhelmeted stared with dark eyes. They were easy to ignore when he was well rested or had his helmet on. The electronically enhanced vision always cut the quick of any ghosts. But here he was without either of his defenses, and the crowd of figures loomed like a menacing forest behind the Dark Lord. 

 

He spared them one more glance, his blue eyes brushing across a figure in gray green jedi robes, whose chest was pockmarked with blaster burns. For it was her, mined up like a sliver of ore from his dusty past. He deliberately looked away. Focusing instead on the yellow red eyes of the Dark Lord. 

 

He was so tired. 

[Zendrin]

An off silence fell on the room as Tyra was caught so off guard. She'd not been accustomed to the generosity other Sith could show, and she was taken aback by the warmth of Lord Blackmorne's words. Kahla stayed her tongue as the Dark Lord pushed to conversation forward.

 

The offer was made, to challenge the seat of power, for a position 'unearned' through combat. But there was no need for such a challenge, Dark Lord Nyrys fit the role very well. No one needed to see her in direct combat to bear witness to the destruction she sewed.

 

"I was there for the opening barrage at Naboo, and took part in the ground invasions. I've seen the power you wield, and you wield it dutifully. I am honoured to serve under you."

 

Darth Tyra bowed her head and patiently listened to her next orders.