Dearly Departed

[Algarus]

A light shower descended down on those that gathered at the a of site three small grave stones this day. A lone figure stood at the head of this group, wrapped in dark thick robes, only a small fraction of his face would be shown as the hood had been pulled down tightly over his face. His face would be covered with a mixture of rain and his own tears, as he gazed down at the three small stones before him. He hadn’t ever seen the bodies, he didn’t have to, as the young boy had felt when each and every one of them slipped away. He hadn’t been at the temple that day, wither it was a blessing or a curse he didn’t care to think about, but that fact didn’t matter. The death of his sister was the hardest felt though, as even now her absence in the force assailed him. It made his stomach twist in all sorts of knots, and like Kath Hound howling up at the moon on Dantooine, her absence would echo on in silence through the force. He gripped a bundle of cloth tightly in his hands, so tightly in fact his knuckles had turned white. His suffering was one of both the body and soul, never before had he lost so much, never before had he felt so alone. His father, his mother, Emma, Tamara, and so many others were gone now.
The Jedi Order was no more, at least in his eyes, and now he was free to his own devices. He felt anger, sorrow, self-loathing, and anyone with a connection to the force nearby would sense it as well. Slowly, and careful, with his hands shaking, he unfolded the bundle of cloth and knelt down before the grave stones. One by one, he pulled out a lightsaber; the very tools they had used in life, would now be a memento of their death. Carefully, he set the weapons near their wielders headstones. He did this for his father, his mother, but paused as his eyes set upon the grave of his sister. Once again, his eye shut tightly as he recoiled in pain. He held the metal casing of her blade tightly in his palm. He recalled the day they had built their own sabers, even went out with their parents to retrieve the very crystals. She had to be so picky about what color she ended up with, he finally just handed her his crystal; finding settling with a yellow lightsaber more appealing than listening to her complaining for a month. The old memory caused the boy to smile slightly, even as the tears flowed down his face freely. Here, on this little patch of land of Corellia, they would lay. Eternally at peace with the force. All except for him. Still, the hooded boy had no idea of what to do. He was alone now. No money. No friends or family. Nothing. He was all alone now. And the realization of that made the pain that much more real. He gazed up, and held his sister’s discarded weapon close to his chest, as the sky unleashed a heavier downpour upon the gathering below. The hood of the boy’s robe to fall away, as it revealed the boy’s face to the world around him. His eye’s were red from crying, and his face and clothing were damp from a combination of rain and tears. He wore a shattered look, and his thoughts were only those of despair. His black hair had been cut rather short, and appeared disheveled.


“My fault…. it’s all my fault….” He muttered to himself. “I should have been there….”

His name was Cain Umari, and this was the worst day of his life.
@Cameron Foster @Rae Anne Jarrus

 

[Giana Iredean]

Today seemed to be a very dark day. Giana wasn't a Jedi, but she knew Cain and his family well. Giana was a great friend to the family and loved them dearly, but as someone who preferred the light side of the force, she attended this memorial as it was proper to pay respects and she was a best friend to his sister, Tamara. She had a bad attitude, but today, the attitude, had been replaced by a remorseful one as she herself ha lost another friend.

The rain came down in a heavy sheet as Giana was behind a few people. She could sense the sorrow, the anger and the fear growing through Cain. After he laid the lightsabers down, Giana excused herself through the crowd as a few audible words could be heard over the roar of the rain. She was dressed in black for the occasion and her curls were pulled back into their usual ponytail with a braid along the top of her head. Two white bladed lightsabers hung upon her belt, briefly able to be seen under her jacket as she stood before Cain.

"Cain?"

She asked in a soft voice. Kneeling down to where he was, she put a soft hand on his shoulder. Giana knew what it was like to lose someone and left to be along with no one to help her out. That happened to her many years ago and she didn't want to have the same happen to someone else. Her parents were killed and yes, she did run away, but no one had actually been there for her. While kneeling next to Cain, she gave a look that showed she understood his position.

"I know there's nothing I can actually do, but it's not your fault. There was nothing you could have done to prevent this.. their fate had already been decided. I was unable to do anything either.."

she said in response. Whatever he needed at that moment, she would be there for him.

 

[Algarus]

The soft touch upon his shoulder just barely caught Cain’s attention, as the former Padawan was hardly in touch with reality. He recognized the woman beside him, and with a trembling hand he pulled the hood down to conceal his face. Still, Giana would be able to see his face. A flash of lightning, followed soon after by a boom of thunder, caused a few of those gathered to gasp out of surprise. Slowly, little by little the group of people would break off, some of them awkwardly moved past the pair to lay something at the graves before moving on. Despite Giana’s comforting words, Cain’s sorrow still remained.

“No….it is…if I was only at the temple….if I had just went with Tamara to that stupid class…”

Cain‘s head dropped to stare at the ground. The fact that she was being so kind to Cain only told him how much of her pity he must have earned. He was pitiful, sitting here crying like the pathetic person he was. He could have gone with his family, he should have, but as usual his father had irritated him once again and his sister was being her annoying self, so he stayed home. Maybe he could have died with them. Perhaps that was what he was truly upset about, that he had been allowed to live. But the tragic part of it all, was that none of that mattered. His family was dead and he was still alive. There would be silence for a while, as rain poured down heavily upon the brave few who dared to remain. Still, a question lingered in Cain’s mind.
What now?
He hadn’t even the foggiest idea of what he should do now. Eventually, he would hug Giana, as he’d drop his soaking wet hooded head into her shoulder. There was a desire to just hold onto something that was real, anything that reminded him that he wasn’t the only person left in this universe. Yes, it was awkward, and perhaps bizarre behavior coming from Cain, but he didn’t care.

 

[Cheshire]

Rokuro was late, late to possibly the last thing he needed to be late to. The memorial of a family he had lost, while not biologically, he was considered to be an important part of their lives and they had been taken from him, he had grieved, he had sobbed and had cried his heart out, feeling it bleed at the loss of the people closest to him. However he couldn't help but feel bad for Cain, the last one left in their family. He had suffered more than him. He had lost a father, his mother and his twin sister Tamara. Rokuro couldn't imagine the trauma that Cain had went through, the suffering he had to endure at night. Rokuro had felt the same way when he had learnt of their deaths, he hadn't had a good night's sleep since. However while still being halfway across the galaxy, he still kept in contact with Cain and had promised him that he would be there for the memorial.

So Rokuro had made his way all the way from the Dantooine temple to Corellia where the ceremony was held, dressed in simple black smart attirefor the memorial which actually suited him. He just hoped he hadn't overdressed for it. As he approached, black umbrella in hand, he noticed that there were only a few figures left standing, one was clearly Cain and the other, a girl that he didn't know. He approached carefully, standing next to Cain but moving the umbrella over him and the girl.

"Sorry im late."

 

[Giana Iredean]

Giana saw as he pulled the hood over his face. She knew he was crying, plus she was still able to see his face. Giana was the same way when she lost her parents. She was alone for many, many years until she met this family. Just as that thought went through her mind, a flash of lightning struck not far away, silhouetting Cain and Giana and it lit up their faces slightly. A few seconds later, a loud crack from it could be heard, but she never flinched. There was a gasp that went throughout the small crowd as people then started splitting off, paying their respects and moving on.

"You may think that, but you possibly could have been killed along with them. Things happen for a reason. You were meant to live on and tell their legacy. Your family may be dead, but they live on through you."

she responded calmly. She definitely cared for Cain as his family had done so much for her already. The two had never gotten along so well, but today, he deserved the good side of her. Her and Tamara had gotten along great. Her and Tammy were so close that you'd almost think they were sisters. A long silence occurred between the two until it seemed like Cain had finally given up and she felt as he wrapped his arms around her, with his head on her shoulder. In turn, she embraced him as well, holding him close. She knew how it felt, so she would be there for as long as he needed her.

She then looked up the very slightest, to see a boy who was about Cain's age, apologizing for being late. Giana gave a sorrowful small smile as she stayed with Cain until he would move away from her.

Spoiler: P.S to Cameron

I edited my first post after Al made a better suggestion that made my post more accurate.

 

[Algarus]

"Sorry I'm late."
Even with the nearly deafening sound of the storm, Cain registered Rokuro's voice. Looking up from under his hood at the other boy, Cain withdrew from the hug with Giana to address him.
"Rokuro...sorry...I should have waited...I just...it started raining and...."
Cain stopped and looked back down at the ground. Slowly, he would extend his hand to Rukuro, with Tamara's lightsaber still in it.
"Here....she...loved you....you know that right?"
Cain mutters. He would keeo the weapon extended out until Rukuro took it.
"That's why I...used to get so mad at you....your...your a good guy Rukuro...much better than me...."
Cain mumbles out, though Rukuro would be able to hear him. Cain looks back at Giana and sighs.
"Giana.....thank you....both of you...thank you..."
He says, as his gaze drops back to the ground. This all felt undeserved, even now Cain felt unworthy of this attention. He didn't deserve this, despite what Giana had said, he would have rather died then lose his sister. The biggest thing that upset Cain, was that when his sister needed him the most, he wasnt there to protect her.

 

[Cheshire]

"Rokuro...sorry...I should have waited...I just...it started raining and...."

"It's fine Cain, trust me, I was late, its the only thing that matters." Rokuro said calmly, trying to be calm and only letting out the tiniest amounts of emotion escape his lips as he stared down at Tamara's grave, desperately trying not to cry in front of Cain. However when Cain passed her blade over to him, he took it, smiling as he felt the familiar feel of it. However a tear would leak from Rokuro's eye, as he held it, mentally vowing to keep it safe. His tears started to flow slightly more, as he faced Cain and the other girl which he didn't know.

"Here....she...loved you....you know that right?"

"Thank..you so much." Rokuro choked slightly as he felt the wave of emotion come over him as he held the blade.

"That's why I...used to get so mad at you....your...your a good guy Rukuro...much better than me...."

That's when Rokuro's mental barriers crashed and burned after hearing what Cain said. Dropping his umbrella, Rokuro quickly hugged Cain as he felt the wave of tears spill. "I'm so sorry..."

 

[Giana Iredean]

Giana couldn't help it any more. A tear streaked down her face as she fought to hold the tears in. Then Cain let go of her and they both stood up. The young Kiffar looked between Cain and the boy as he then exchanged Tamara's lightsaber to the boy known to be Rokuro. Aparantly, Tamra had a boyfriend.. Giana had never known about him obviously, since they seemed to act like they didn't know each other. She just wondered why Tammy had never told her about him before.

When Cain looked to her, a slight smile appeared across her lips and she crossed her arms, shrugging her shoulders the very slightest. A few more tears rolled down her face as the two talked with each other. When Cain thanked her, she kept the little smile.

"You're welcome Cain.. I'd do anything for you and your family."

She responded. When the two hugged, Giana looked away as she tried to hide more tears at the sight of the two. She was still confused of why she had never heard of Rokuro before..

 

[Algarus]

Cain's head dropped, not returning Rokuro's hug in the process. He had to leave, wanted to leave. His chest was tightening, he was having trouble breathing. He felt overwhelmed, crushed even under what this realization was.
"I....I have to...."
He struggled to find the words. Cain put his hand on Rokuro's shoulder. At first in a motion to comfort the other boy, then to seperate himself. He would wait a moment before doing so, even with his discomfort he knew that Rokuro was suffering as well. Once the two were seperated, Cain would move away from the other two, as the rain continued to fall. The others deserved their chance to pay their respects, Cain's thougts now were moved to his future. Where was he going to go now? After all this....he had no where to go. His robes felt heavy now, as the rain water now weighed down his clothing. He shivered as a cold gust blew over the gravesite. What would happen now.

 

[Cheshire]

"I....I have to...."

Quietly Rokuro withdrew, realizing that he had probably overstepped his boundaries and made Cain feel even more horribly. He gave a meek "sorry" before turning away from Cain and looking at the grave again, his hands shaking as he stared downwards, tears streaming down his face as his umbrella left discarded next to him. He quietly picked up his umbrella with a shaking hand as he attempted to calm himself, moving over to a nearby tree, leaving Giana to herself as he attempted to calm himself.

 

[Giana Iredean]

Looking between the two, Giana realized how much a death or more than one death could take such effect on a single being. That included people like herself; alone, somewhat depressed and a weapon of her own destruction. That's what she was.. she knew it as well. Giana never knew how to fix feeling other than moving on with her life and ignoring the past that haunted her every single night.

Giana saw Rokuro hugging Cain and she tried desperately to hold the tears in. It had truly been a while since she cried. With all of the insults and accusations, she only gained irritation instead of tears.. but she let it out through the force instead of crying. This death though, totally rubbed her the wrong way.. As soon as Cain left and then Rokuro went somewhere, which she didn't look to see, she stood there for a second before she completely lost it. She fell to her knees in tears with her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands.

"Why? Why does this always happen? I get attached and it gets the people I love, hurt and it gets rubbed in my face."

she said in a low sobbing voice.