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Post by Soleia Reiss on Sept 13, 2008 10:15:44 GMT -8
Use this thread when posting in a random ship that isn't important enough to have its own thread.
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Post by Soleia Reiss on May 2, 2009 11:29:44 GMT -8
Wattsyn woke with a start and immidiately activated the glow lamp beside her bed. She breathed easier when she realized she was in her quaters onboard her ship, The Foul Fate. She set up, remembering the dream that had engulfed her mind second before- people screaming as their home was burned, with them inside. For some reason she had felt a need to get to them, to help them, they were important to her; but she couldn't. She'd been trapped, blackness all around, closed in as if she were in a coffin, burried alive. She'd screamed and kicked, but the hard walls around her wouldn't give. It was then that she would wake up. She'd first had this dream a couple years after arriving in the pirate fleet. She'd been just a child then, with no memory of where she came from or who she was. Back then the dream was rare, recently it was coming more and more frequently.
Giving up, she sighed and pulled her boots on. She was awake now, she might as well get up.
walking the length of her ship, Wattyson did a lot of thinking. This life, the pirates, it had never been her choosing, it was chosen for her, it was all she knew. But it was not where she belonged. She couldn't shake the dream. She had to find out what it meant, she had to leave.
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Post by Soleia Reiss on May 2, 2009 21:36:31 GMT -8
Leaving her first mate in command, Wattysn boarded her starfighter and, after gaining permission, docked on largest and most heavily armored ship in the fleet, Captain Tarus's Flag Ship. She would speak directly with the Captain Himself. Although she was a captain herself, it didn't hold half the weight as his rank, she was in command of one medium starcruiser, Captain Tarus was in command of the entire fleet. She knew him only by reputation, there had never been a need for her to speak with him face to face -until now, and she got the sense that the Captain preferred his isolation, speaking directly only to his second in command, who in tern relayed his orders down the chain.
She disembarked and spoke to the officer who greeted her. "Captain Wattyson, requesting permission to speak with Captain Tarus."
The officer gave her a strange look, but spoke into the comlink on his wrist then nodded once. "This way."
She followed the officer to an elevator into which she entered then ascended alone to the top. Stepping off she noted two gaurds flanking either side of the elevator; they, however, ignored her and she moved on toward the man dressed in black, who stood near a viewport that covered nearly the entire wall. His stance was not completely erect, his back was not rigid and cold and turned against her, but nor did he face her with an impatient or intimidating gaze; he was standing with his right side to the viewport, his head slightly bowed, as if terriby bothered by something. As Wattsyn drew nearer she felt a strange draw toward him, not the sort of silly romantic attraction a woman felt toward a man, but an immidate sense of familiarity, as if she was encountering something from a dream, yet she'd never seen him before, not even in a dream. She approached, keeping a few yards' space between them.
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Post by Soleia Reiss on May 2, 2009 22:05:48 GMT -8
The captain lifted his gaze to her and smiled. He had a pleasant smile and a tall face, his black hair was silver at the temples. His features bore a rough edge brought on by years of pirating.
"Captain Wattsyn. To what do I owe the visit?"
Wattsyn was shocked by how gentle his voice was, it seemed out of place. "I would like your permission to separate myself from our fleet, sir, and leave my ship in the command of my fist mate Jenks."
He nodded slowly. "We're pirates, Wattsyn. You don't need permission to leave."
"I felt I should let you know that I remain loyal to this fleet; I leave as a friend, not an enemy."
"Thank you. What do you plan to do?"
"The Republic has issued a pardon to all pirates who will join their force, I thought perhaps I'd play it clean for a while. And...I want to find out what I can about my past. I came here as a child, I don't know who my true parents were."
The captain nodded then turned to face the viewport and Wattsyn assumed she'd been dismissed, so she was surprised when he spoke again. "I can tell you what I know..." He turned to meet her suprised gaze, "about where you came from."
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Post by Soleia Reiss on May 2, 2009 22:29:09 GMT -8
"You were born on the planet Naboo- a small world in the mid rim. When you were a child, my master, Eysun Stanger, kidnapped you and intended to use you as a weapon."
"Why me?"
"You have always been insightful, quick, intuitive. Others call it luck. But it's actually much more. You have a strong connection with the living force. I have it too. And back when you were a child I was learning to master it, as you would in time, but I was not...comfortable with Eysun's plan to tear a child from her family and twist her to his own purpose. Eysun corrupted your mind with the dark side of the force, but I believed the choice should be yours. I had long doubted the teachings and methods of my master, but until that point I had done nothing to stop it...I had stood by and watched innocent beings suffer. I left my master and found you, I used the force to weed the darkness out of you, but I knew that my master would find you again and that you wouldn't be safe until he was destroyed." He paused to give her a chance to process all that he'd told her. "But I wasn't strong enough to defeat him; so I destroyed you instead. You became sick, and supposedly died. You were burried and for eight years I kept you alive, though unconscious in the grave, until I sensed Eysun's death. When I returned for you, the village where you lived had been destroyed by Eysun, I didn't even know your name...so I brought you here."
Wattsyn could say nothing for a moment, and the loudest thing in the room was the flow of her own blood ringing in her ears. At last she choked out, "My family, then...they're dead."
"I'm sorry."
She looked into his eyes, wondering that she believed everything he'd told her. She'd never met him before, how did she trust him? She realized that she did, completely. After all, though it wasn't what he meant to convey through his story, he'd made her realize that she owed him her life, in a sense. She wanted to ask him so many questions, but one was most promimant. "What is the name of the village- my home?"
"Ephratah."
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Post by Soleia Reiss on May 2, 2009 22:35:26 GMT -8
"Thank you for telling me. But why did you wait until now?"
His expression looked pained again, as it had when she'd first entered, "I knew that you would come to me when the time was right. And now the rest of the answers you must find on your own. Go to the Jedi on Coruscant, when you're ready, they will guide you."
"Thank you." He acknowledged her thanks with a nod and though there was still so much she could ask, her mouth would not form the words, the atmosphere of the room had changed almost tangibly, the conversation was over. It was like Tarus said, she would have to find the rest of her answers elsewhere. So she left.
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