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Discussion in 'The Calamity' started by Jaesa Willsaam, Sep 8, 2018.

  1. Jaesa Willsaam

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    CALAMITY PHASE 1
    @Anakin Skywalker




    After so many weeks in a stone cell, the plasteel floor of her ship felt almost unfamiliar to Jaesa as she sat in the captain's seat in the bridge, reaching out through the Force towards the first person she could think of to talk to. Because she needed to speak to someone. She'd been alone for so long, kept in isolation for months with the only occasional company being Mairon and tormented captives, captives she'd finally given in and made to scream. She had had no real company for so long, and who else could she turn to? Wolfgang had left her. Perrin had turned his back on her. In all the months since she'd left Pandora Town, she had seen only one person aside from her former master.

    And it was that person she reached for, finding him finally after a difficult, awkward search. She wasn't accustomed to contacting people through the Force. But she managed to find him, seeming to appear in the room with him, thin and exhausted, pale and drawn. When she opened her mouth, it took a few moments for her to speak. It had been a month since she'd spoken to anyone who wasn't Mairon.

    "...Anakin?"


     
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    Something was happening to the world, and it was never in his blood to sit and wait for events to inflict their will upon him. When all communications to the below were cut off, the clocks flickering in an uneasy static between 23:59 and 0:00, Anakin had every intention to fly down with nothing but the Force to find and see what was to be done for it.

    All his ship's means of collecting data and mapping systems had shorted out with the rest. Not the most ideal circumstances for a flight, but he supposed he'd seen worse. Elysium would be fine without him.

    As he set about preparing what he could for departure, the hairs on the back of his neck lifted- as if there wasn't already enough to make his senses tingle and twitch with protest. He turned sharply, and paused to stare.

    Bad timing, he bit back, steeling the evident surprise away from his features into his usual neutral: neither warm nor cool, but attentive enough. "Where are you, Jaesa?

    She looked worse than the last time he'd seen her.

     
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    She couldn't summon the energy to care much about what seemed to be happening in the world. In a camp as devoid of technology as Mairon's, she'd not realised anything was wrong with the time until she'd reached her ship. Something was going on. She didn't know what, and she couldn't bring herself to care. Not at that moment. The only thing she cared about right then was just... not being alone any more.

    "Silverwood," she said slowly. There was a feeling of reluctance to give her location, something left over from her time with Mairon. A feeling of dread that if he found out she'd said anything about her location - even vaguely - then the people she cared about would be in danger. It took her mind a moment to catch up and remember that he was gone. She was free. "I found my ship. I'm on it now." It had taken some searching. After so long in isolation, some facets of her memory had suffered, and it had taken a long time of stumbling through the forest before she'd managed to reach her ship, still looming above the treeline where she'd left it in June.


     
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    It went without saying that she couldn't have contacted him now, of all times, for smalltalk. His unspoken questions lingered in his eyes for a curious moment, before he released them with a breath. Whatever tied her to that cell was gone now; it needn't be more complicated than that. "What's happening around you?" He turned away, only so that he could begin to activate the systems necessary for launch. "I have no information of the status on land. I can only... feel..." His brows creased. He stopped himself before saying something as tepid and overworn as a disturbance in the Force. It was more than that. Something was wrong.

    "I can come to you."

     
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    At his question, Jaesa shifted her eyes and her awareness away from him and his surroundings back to her own, gaze flickering out of the wide viewport at the front of the bridge that stretched from wall to wall. The hologram of the galaxy in the centre of the room in front of her chair glowed with its bright blue-white light, but beyond it and through the viewport she could see a storm brewing. And then her eyes flicked down to the control panels ahead of her, many of buttons and screens of which were dark.

    "A storm's coming," she said, returning her focus to Anakin and his surroundings. "And there was a quake earlier, when I... when I left." Left seemed like such a simple word, but it was a nicer word than 'escaped'. Not that there'd been anything to keep her in that camp. The moment Mairon had disappeared, dragged away by vines, his forces had gone into disarray, orcs in a panic that was only worsened by the quake that struck moments later. There'd been little resistance to Jaesa leaving the area, and what resistance there had been had been left broken and bloodied on the ground behind her.

    "A few of the systems on my ship have been cut," she added. "All mapping systems are down and the clocks have been acting up." Flickering between 23:59 and 00:00 before just simply shorting out completely.

    There was an odd sense of relief that seemed to rush through her with his last words. "I can meet you if that's easier." She wasn't in a good state, but she could fly. She could always fly, so she thought. She'd managed to pilot the ship while badly wounded once. She just... She needed company after what she'd endured. Even one as lacking in any kind of personal warmth as Anakin. Solitude was simply the last thing she needed.


     
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    "Is your offline navigation functional?" It'd be a rough estimation, incomplete, and sloppy compared to the usual systems, but it was still better than a complete absence of directional aid. The Force could only help with so much before it became the equivalent of flying on purely blind faith, when they were tens of thousands of miles away. By the looks of her alone, he had little faith in her ability to meet him on the station this way.

    He scanned what remained of his operational systems for a flat plane, the data distorted and fragmented with artifacts, but functional enough. His eyes settled on somewhere on the edges of the Elysium fields (coincidental name), near the last cluster of farms before the grasses faded off into endless desert sands.

    Mulling over his choices, Anakin braced forward with his hands splayed against the console. A place like that was, theoretically, safer from the hazards of groundquakes and storms than the heart of a town. He could land there, reevaluate his options, and possibly regroup with... Jaesa. An odd turn of events, after all this time-- he could pick up where they last left off, wherever that may have been. Perhaps her abrupt reappearance could have been considered suspect. He trusted no one by default, so it was all the same to him, and there was an instinct within him that would rather have a Force user on hand than any random aid who could blast fireballs out of their mouths. "We'll meet here," he started, reciting off the coordinates he'd centered on his holoscreen, repeating them for good measure. Given a starship's capabilities, it should not have been far from her. She had a head start and plenty of time to take it slow. "I'll find you there in two, maybe three hours."

    When his gaze traveled back to her image, something that could've been mistaken for clumsy, thoughtful hints of concern twitched his lips into a frown. "Eat something before you fly."

     
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    A frown touched her features and she slipped from the captain's chair to one of the two pilots' seats closer to the viewport, fingers moving across the control panel. Information flickered to life, nothing quite so accurate as what she needed, but it would do simply to avoid flying blind. "Just," she answered, feeling almost grateful for the distraction. It was easier not to think about what she'd been through when she was focusing on her ship.

    Not trusting her own memory to commit the coordinates right then, Jaesa inputted them as soon as he mentioned them, waiting the few moments for the clumsy offline systems to work them out and centre on a clear, flat area of the plains near the edge of the desert. If there were to be more quakes then it was as good a location as any. Just a flat expanse of grass, with no buildings and no trees.

    She simply nodded in answer to confirm that she had heard and understood, too exhausted to waste words where they weren't needed. As she was about to close off their connection through the Force, however, she was surprised by his last words, or more accurately, the expression behind them. Something that from anyone else she would have called concern, which was surprising paired with his suggestion that she eat. She blinked, expression briefly pained, unsure quite what to make of even this vague show of concern.

    There was a moment of silence, and then she closed off their connection, her view of him and his surroundings fading and leaving her alone once again in her ship, surrounded by nothing but lights and the soft whirring of the vessel's mechanisms and systems. For the first time, Jaesa desperately wished Seetoo were there, but she had not found the droid in her search of the ship. She was forced to the conclusion that he had left the ship, possibly to undertake maintenance on the exterior, or possibly even in an attempt to search for her, and most likely been stolen. He would have been easy to steal. Steward droids had nothing at all in the way of defence capabilities. Either way, he seemed to have gone, and even his absence had been a hard blow. It just felt like one more thing walking out of her life.

    Before long, the ship was in the air, cruising south-east towards the coordinates Anakin had given her. Despite his suggestion, she had not eaten. She had tried, but her appetite had not returned with her master's disappearance. She'd eaten little over the past three months, her figure now thin rather than its previous lean. She hadn't slept much either, the effects visible in how shadowed and dull her eyes were. It made piloting the ship difficult, but the relatively short distance proved a boon.

    Landing the ship was the most difficult part, and she arrived there well ahead of Anakin, the flat expanse of the plains empty of any other ship. Her Corvette landed with a clumsy heaviness that would have shamed her if she'd been in any better state, but made her wince even now. She left the ship, seating herself on the entry ramp with her knees pulled tightly to her chest and arms wrapped around them, her eyes flickering restlessly this way and that as she waited anxiously, as though afraid this would all have been an elaborate trick and her master would appear to drag her away and punish her for even thinking she could ever get away from him.


     
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    The sky was darker than it had any right to be, a canvas of grim violet splashed with orange reminiscent of a dying flame. He kept his unease at bay even as his viewports broke away from the stars and into the foreboding box world. This was more than anything he had learned to expect from Pandora, though he felt he should have known better. The walls and ceilings themselves had more cracks running along its fathomless expanse than he remembered, as he maneuvered his starship by. The Force sending echoes of warning in the form of tingles along the back of his spine, it was like the whole blasted place was about to give.

    Good, the bitter and jaded old man within him couldn't help but feel. But until it was for certain, which nothing was, he didn't have it in him to sit idly.

    He touched his Courier onto the grass with the usual practiced ease, stepping down from the ramp with Bee Tee rolling all but jubilantly behind him with the engines still humming idly in the ship. "Stay," he commanded the droid. BT-1 was built for assassinations and to be a freak of nature unto those he was targeted against, but the astromech components were still all there. He'd been... reprogrammed... not to be as murderous, though there was nothing to be done about the hardwired sadism... The point was that he was functionally an astromech and Anakin felt comfortable enough to leave him behind, take control of the piloting if need be.

    So he turned his eyes to Jaesa huddled there on her own ramp, feeling a stirring of what might have been pity. Maybe. He was still stuck in the excruciatingly slow process of remembering how to welcome these kinder emotions back into his heart, without immediately quashing them by impulse.

    "Did you eat?" he asked, his footfalls stopping besides her as his gaze shifted again to the turbulent skies. Something about the air seemed to roil, and even then it would worsen from there.

     
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    There was a palpable sense of relief that rippled through her when the other ship finally landed near her own, and Anakin disembarked. She didn't even realise until she let out a soft breath that she had been genuinely fearing a trick or another game and that there would be no ship, no Anakin. Just her master. Former (again) master.

    Seated near the top of her ship's ramp as she was, she was positioned above Anakin as he approached, her hooded and flat gaze flicking down to him as he came to stop next to the ramp, noticing some flicker of an emotion within him that she didn't recall ever sensing from him before. Something that from him was so strange and small, a feeble little guttering of a candle, that she couldn't even pinpoint exactly what it was. Something a little warmer than she was accustomed to, she could tell that much.

    "No," she answered simply. There was no point oversharing, explaining that she'd prepared food and managed only a single bite because even despite her barely eating, she had no appetite. No... desire... to do something even so base and simple and necessary as eat.

    She followed his gaze up to the sky, which didn't look like the right colour for midnight at all, if that was even what time it was. The systems on her ship had flickered between 23:59 and 00:00 but they could have been doing that for weeks. Months. She had no idea what time it was, and not even any inkling of just how long it had been since she'd made the stupid decision - one of many - that had led to her going into Mairon's camp. It felt like a long time. Perhaps it felt like longer than it had been. In that cell, she'd lost all concept of time except for glancing at the sky on the occasions that her master would take her out to the other prisoners so that she could gather whether it was day or night.

    Right then, looking up at the sky above, she was having trouble gathering if it was dawn or dusk. And there was something... unusual in the air, something that prickled at her through the Force. A disturbance, her old masters in the Order would have called it, but she was past such cliche remarks. Something was very amiss though, far beyond what might have been suggested by the earlier earthquake.

    "How... how long have things been like this?" she asked, with a vague gesture at the sky and around them in an attempt at gesticulating at the Force and the feeling of wrongness that he no doubt felt too. The words felt awkward on her tongue. A simple remark that nonetheless told him that the situation he had seen her in weeks ago had not abated until earlier that day.


     
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    Even up close, he detected no signs of any struggle in her escape from that place. She had escaped, hadn't she? At face value it seemed at odds with everything he heard about her 'Master'. If this were a game of his, then Anakin saw no meaning to it even in his understanding of cruelty. Either he had abandoned her or vanished after all, which not even self-proclaimed gods were spared from. And the world was changing into something else, he could feel it, cloying and thick.

    His gaze traveled back down to the top of her head, when he heard her answer. There it was again: the pricklings of an irrational and unwarranted frustration that were audible in his exhalation. Another dim rumbling from the direction of the desert managed to stall his focus from that, snapping his attention there with candid, blue eyes narrowing in thought.

    "All communications were severed twenty-three, maybe twenty-four hours ago." Did that answer her question? Before then, he assumed everything was operating normally. After this, whatever this was, he supposed to could see if Rey or Ben were faring any better. Instinct told him it would've made little difference, and his best option was to monitor the situation from a safer vantage point above the thunderclouds, and waiting until more information could be ascertained.

    Just what he hated doing.

    "Eat," he said, already helping himself to the interior of her Corvette to see what sad attempt preparing food she might've made. It'd been a while since he stepped foot inside, but he knew his way well enough to find the quickest path to the kitchen area. "Something larger than what either of us have faced is stirring. You'll need all the energy you can get to push through it."

     
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