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Aurilia
Aug 7, 2013 15:17:51 GMT -5
Post by Gabriel Volker on Aug 7, 2013 15:17:51 GMT -5
"I have waited long enough"……………..
It was the last thing that went through Gabriel’s mind as he sat in meditation in the cargo hold of what was his former master’s ship. The ship now basically served as their home, since going into exile. Concealed in a larger portion of one of the larger caves in The Great Desert, the ship was large enough to serve all of their needs, in the way of a home. All of the amenities of a good sized apartment on Coruscant, it served as a comfortable home and place to recover from his years of self destruction. As he remained sitting atop a cargo container, cross legged with his eyes closed, he reviewed moments of his past in his meditations. The last few years in exile he had slowly began to heal himself both in mind and spirit. He needed to as Adra needed him as a father and in the state he was in when he went into exile; he would not be able to serve that purpose. Over the last few weeks he had taken stock of his life and why he was in the condition that he was in. The ultimate conclusion was that The Dark Side had done this to him, but as he pondered this, he began to think deeper on the force and many of its aspects. Eventually he came to one conclusion, that the force is not dark or light, it was the person utilizing it that made it so. When one chooses to follow the darkside, he is following a path of greed, lust for power, anger, and passion. The force knows not of these, it is the user of the force who chooses to utilize the force for his own needs that decides he will succumb to darkness to achieve these, just as a Jedi follows a path of light out of some sense of duty, or need to help the greater good. It is the decision of the user, not the force that determines good or bad. So what if one decided neither good nor bad, and just decided to follow the force? Could it be possible to just follow the force with fighting for one side or another? He knew the Potentium thought this way, however their thought was the force was inherently good. But what if the force was nothing more than the force? These were just some of the thoughts that plagued Gabriel’s mind as he attempted to heal himself from years of damage caused by the use of the Dark Side of the Force and the powers it manifested. Over the last several months he had made considerable progress. His anger had been all but suppressed through his use of Meditation, sometimes meditating for as many as 8 to 12 hours a day. But what typically was in the forefront of his mind as of late was the current events surround his beloved planet Dathomir. During his exile, The Empire had seized control of the planet. This troubled him, as he remembered what had happened several years ago when the Imperial Remnant came and attempted to seize control.
While this was an issue he hoped to deal with In the future, the thing that plagued him the most was the current state of those he cared about the most in this universe, the Witches of Dathomir. In a gross perversion and complete disregard for the Book of Law and teachings set forth by their creator Allya, The Witches have united under one banner and formed a council made up of all the leaders of the individual clans as well as The Nightsisters. It was a fact and an idea that made him sick to even think of it. How far have the Witches truly fallen, that they would disregard the one thing that Allya always preached to her daughters to follow, “Never concede to evil.” To align with the Nightsisters, was to concede to evil. It would be no different than if the Jedi decided to align themselves with the Sith, and form councils to work together. It was sickening and needed to stopped, but how. Ahriman had found out about it and was both angered and saddened. He would have to find a way to set things right for her, she had sustained him in his time of need. To help restore the witches back to the way they were would be his way of repaying her.
But how, that was the question. There were many possibilities in how to handle the situation. He could make contact directly with the Council, but it seemed that being that Ahriman’s mother would never allow her clan to form an alliance with any Nightsister Clan, they probably were not part of this council and their whereabouts were unknown. The other option was to utilize the Galactic Empire and their occupation to his advantage to cause a rift in the in the councils leadership somehow. It would cause them to split, thus restoring the Witches back to their former status, and the Nightsisters to theirs giving the Empire the opportunity to utilize them for assassins again. The final solution was the Sith, but it seemed as though the Sith were somehow getting themselves involved with this whole thing. Yes, he would have to utilize the Galactic Empire to achieve his goal. He woke from his meditations and climbed off of the Cargo container. Slowly he made his way to the communications bay of his ship and activated his holocomputer. He began his research into the Galactic Empire and all information that could be gained about them. After a few hours, he was able to learn that the Imperials were led by a man named Sacrifice Milla. It was clear that Gabriel would have to begin with this Sacrifice, now he just needed to know where to find him. He knew the Empire had a base in Capital City, Aurilia. While he was sure that Sacrifice himself would not be there, it was as good a place as any to start. He made his way to his and Ahriman's quarters. As he entered he found Ahriman and Adra sleeping, exhausted presumably from their latest trip to Capital City Aurilia. He paused for a moment to reflect on the sight.
"I was filled with a sense of joy and pride to see them so close. More than mother and daughter, their relationship transcended that and they were best of friends. Besides me, they were all they had. And after struggling through taking care of me, their bond as mother and daughter had become durasteel strong. Ahriman told me that Adra had taken to the study of her people like she knew it all along. I wasn't surprised given her lineage."
He slowly and quietly crept to the cabinet to get some clothing. He decided to go with the trappings of a common spacer today. There was no need to let anyone know he was a force user, or at least not yet. So it was black Synth-leather pants, a red shirt made of Tomuon cloth and a black and red blast vest. In the vest pouches he put some hydro-packs, a couple food packs, a rappel line and a standard medpack. He holstered his DC-15s heavy blaster pistol, Shouldered his Accelerated Charged Particle Array Gun, and stowed a couple extra cartridges in a spare pocket on his vest. He than walked over to the table next to the bed and opened the case that sat upon in it. Inside was his lightsaber. It had been several months since the last time he used it. He took it in hand, its curved hilt still fit perfectly in his hand, and once again he felt whole. He locked the activator button and slid the lightsaber into a hidden pocket inside the vest. Than he slowly crept his way out of the room and back to his communications room. There he recorded the following message for Ahriman......
"I have made my way to Aurilia to make contact with the Imperials there. The force has guided me to them to help us remedy this tragedy that has befallen our people. I will have a image caster and a Kultech KP-009 comlink so you can find me if you need me. I will return to you both soon. I am leaving but my love stays with you."
Having finished the message, he makes his way to the cargo hold and makes his exit into the massive cave in the desert. The trek to Aurilia is uneventful. done in the pre dawn hours, the heat does not get a chance to settle in before he is near the edge of the city. Entering the city he watches the normal morning hustle and bustle of off-worlders and spacers as they move from one place to another. Ahead of him is the base housing the Imperial Garrison for Dathomir. He watches as trooper and officers enter and exit the base. After a few minutes, he makes his way to the control point at the entrance of the base and speaks with one of the guard troopers on post there.
(Trooper) "This base is restricted to military personnel and persons having business here only. State your name and the business you have here."
"My name is Gabriel Volker, I come here hoping to meet with Sacrifice Milla."
(Trooper) [chuckles] "Sacrifice? Sure, wait one moment."
Gabriel waits while the trooper makes contact with his superiors or whatever he is doing. In the mean time, he looks around the impressive base that stands before him.
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