Nikka Toren
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OOC: This is a thread that lists all of Nikka's Force experiences that isn't mentioned in the threads. Each and every post is intended solely as flashbacks, and will be added to as time goes on.
I had gone to bed the last of all, after helping Father tend to our crop, and helping Mother tuck my two brothers in bed. Borro and Varen, both too young to realize that our world was about to end.
I woke up to flames. Their heat roared at my feet, the smoke choked at my throat. I heard the screams of my brothers, and of my mother. But when I got up from the bed, prepared to run to help, the floor suddenly vanished.
I fell, and fell, screaming until my throat was raw. Suddenly, I landed into something dense, with some softness. The air reeked with a stench I couldn't identify at the time, but can now; the smell of rotting corpses. But I could See them.
A planet of death. All of my friends, my family. And standing at the center of it all stood a woman, something sword-like glowing in her hands. Even though my Sight was not tinted with color, the feelings she dragged out were like fists in my chest. I didn't know her kind; we were an isolated planet. But now, I know her kind.
The Dark Side. The Sith.
She turned to me, cloaked in Darkness. She was a Void of life. She stepped on and over bodies, and her voice cut through her Veil as she laughed.
"It's all your fault. Run away, little girl, run away so they will live. Or stay, and watch them burn."
I woke up screaming. This was my first nightmare.
The first of many that followed me into adulthood... and into the arms of something greater than myself.
First Event
Alpheridies, Co'brontu Sector
Toren Family Household
I was only ten. My father still lived with us; I was the oldest of a family of three. If I close out all else, I can recall the smells of our farmstead, the sounds of running water. Taste the food my mother made from our humble small farm, one of many that fueled our planet's only outsource. It was after this night my father disappeared. Alpheridies, Co'brontu Sector
Toren Family Household
I had gone to bed the last of all, after helping Father tend to our crop, and helping Mother tuck my two brothers in bed. Borro and Varen, both too young to realize that our world was about to end.
I woke up to flames. Their heat roared at my feet, the smoke choked at my throat. I heard the screams of my brothers, and of my mother. But when I got up from the bed, prepared to run to help, the floor suddenly vanished.
I fell, and fell, screaming until my throat was raw. Suddenly, I landed into something dense, with some softness. The air reeked with a stench I couldn't identify at the time, but can now; the smell of rotting corpses. But I could See them.
A planet of death. All of my friends, my family. And standing at the center of it all stood a woman, something sword-like glowing in her hands. Even though my Sight was not tinted with color, the feelings she dragged out were like fists in my chest. I didn't know her kind; we were an isolated planet. But now, I know her kind.
The Dark Side. The Sith.
She turned to me, cloaked in Darkness. She was a Void of life. She stepped on and over bodies, and her voice cut through her Veil as she laughed.
"It's all your fault. Run away, little girl, run away so they will live. Or stay, and watch them burn."
I woke up screaming. This was my first nightmare.
The first of many that followed me into adulthood... and into the arms of something greater than myself.