OOC Preface: While I’d much prefer to enact her actions in game, I don’t think I’d be able to given circumstances surrounding the events that have brought the story to this point.
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After a period of time, it would be another moment aboard the Mercury Phoenix. Kathea wasn’t likely alone, even if she felt it to be so. Her aura had decayed with her mental state set in a way that was easily known as mourning. In her arm was the packaged remains of what could be recovered, so little and so small now enough, what was once a person.
Having begged, yearned, and pleaded, there was an answer to her despondent call out into the void. She had a promise to keep after all.
There were no ways to be tracked, the jump blind. Only ever having done this once before, yet oblivion didn’t seem so bad.
The lines of stars and systems trailing by would last for an enduring time, her grasp of the package remained firm and close. Her thoughts trailing to the revelry that no doubt would be happening. A stark irony, her fall rejoiced, yet here she’d stand inconsolable. Keeping a cowl up, a mask in place, it had that unsettling dehumanizing visage to it and maintained the stoic presence of someone who was anything but.
Hours and days had already crept by, being more tranquilized than awake, it was the only way to stop from breaking down. With motions and aches slowed in her drugged delirium she knew there was this piece of unfinished business to handle.
Her mind wandered through the past as one often does after a loss. Harrowing moments of pain and uncertainty that would shake any sane mind. But at the progression of it she understood the need boring like a determined worm into her gut. What once was a necessary thing in a point of crisis seemed easier, learning to run after one finds their footing, the wind and adrenaline of it exhilarating.
Yet even in this, a sharp cutoff. Losing her once before, having that unforgiving darkness creep in around the edges of her heart and mind to remind her once again how helpless and small she was. This wasn’t even the first time she would mourn this particular death, so it burned all the more.
A small adjustment as her hand checked to ensure the seals were still well in place, the Phoenix lurched just shy of the asteroid field, but her hands directed the ship with a familiar ease and grace now. The unsettling sound of kinetic impacts, chunks of rock were never a desirable thing to hear striking a hull, even if they were only likely the size of pebbles and grains of sand. But what came after was something her quaking heart needed. An immaculate hidden world, yet looking upon the verdant paradise now another shard of bitterness broke loose within and more moisture trailed to the bottom of her mask. There was no point in stopping the tears now, let them flow.
Guided, there was a place among the wilds made for just such a landing, intention still spared for one so otherwise small and previously unknown it was a humility she’d clung to in spite of all the teachings and trials. Her footfalls proceeded down the ramp and onto a wild world.
With a small pat, she muttered the words as if remains could ever hear.
“I promised you Master, this is Elysia.” Words finding their way more easily even if the emotions swept in like a tide consuming her throat and vocal chords after.
Taking a few steps the beautiful flowers and creatures all created and toyed with by a being far beyond herself would all seem to bow and move aside as to not impede her steps. Drawn by a connection still established she’d emerge to the top of a hill where the ground was broken up into the sky, showing a small cliff and waterfall. There was no hurry in this, no demands to be made of her now, but the beauty of this place was a little too far for her glossy eyes to keep. A sense of shame came over her and her progress stopped.
Yet it mattered little as the ground beneath would shift, an impossible gnarling of elements to allow for a small sprig of crystal in a whole assortment of colors to peer up and out. The feminine form familiar and a deep comfort in contest to the morose moment.
“Please…” She started by begging aloud, choking softly. The figure’s head turning in immaculate radiance, curious but listening with clear endearment. “I know you brought her back because of me. I wasn’t ready yet, this was your way of letting me spend just a little more time with her.”
Tones and words fell apart, she’d gone cold some time ago in her hope, this was a parting act, a finality. The figure closing the distance as she was by no means bound to a mere piece of earth, she was the world now. A small rub of her back, silent and reassuring, she’d let Kathea move at the pace she needed.
Breaking, the woman just let it all spill forth, an unpleasant thing to behold for some, an irony likely to others who loathed the fallen so absolutely.
“Blue flowers.” She managed eventually, fitfully clawing the remains closer to her chest.
With a mere thought and gesture, she directed Kathea’s attention over to an opening in the trees, their forms yawning and shifting to wind them their own personal path. Walking beside her the grounds beneath were watered in a deep release of more suffering.
Emerging upon a field flat and rolling with scarce boulders dotting the land, there were spiral twists as if the area had been some game once before to the ancient. A plain emerald and ivory grassland, it was beautiful and pure on its own. Yet with a spindling of her fingers the landscape shifted course once more. Buds striking out in newly commanded direction as their pods burst forth. All at once the prairie was filled in a sea of all manner of blue hues, and a small fissure opened softly by their feet with a delicate vibration.
It was here Kathea could lean down in her darkened armors and leave her, letting her fingers unwind as she entrusted this place to be her final rest. Holding on was impossible, going back impossible. Her hands moved to the sides, scooping the dirt herself as she would tenderly intern the remains in this small unknown place.
Once it was done, the small mound remained that indicated the filled place where she was to be left in peace. She’d bring about small stones, one for each of those who would feel the void left behind in her wake. No inscriptions, nothing more to mark it, she couldn’t carry the thought of it being disturbed later even if there was nothing to be recovered.
In a final act, a new set of tropical flowers would emerge just behind the placed stones. But she couldn’t leave for now, her cowl fell away, her mask discarded she’d lean forth letting the pain quake and release in an awful wail.
Her heart in her chest, the agony in the Force, it would take hours and perhaps even days more for her to ever finally calm, she would have to leave eventually but for now, she didn’t want to leave her.
This moment she would never be the same again.
In the nearby atmosphere a storm began rolling in.
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Should it be the end.
