Ti'Tani Fay
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- Joined
- Dec 27, 2017
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Theme: Into The Night
It was as she feared; another raid. Yet this one was far more brutal. The savagery and violence exhibited by the assailants marked new heights in their depravity. Witnesses recalled horrific scenes, some too gruesome to even explain; looking at the bodies littered on the street, it was evident no men (or boys) were spared. No mercy given to those who pleaded and begged. Survivor accounts were scarce, with many having fled not long after the onslaught. Only the wounded and dying remained, forsaken by all those who once stood around them. They were simply left to perish along with the rest of the city. This world was cold and harsh, as unforgiving as the it once people housed. By the time Ti'Tani had arrived, the settlement was all but abandoned; once moderate in population, now dwindling in life.
Reports state that, like shadows in the night, the attackers struck like raving beasts. They came in the blackness of night, the dark shrouding their malicious approach. Without warning or even the slightest provocation, these strangers set upon the unsuspecting settlers without a moment's hesitation. Before proper defences could be initiated, the slaughter ceased. Many lay dead, with others heavily wounded. But it didn't stop there; night after night after night, this pattern of terror would continue. Like a terrible storm at sea, the dark siders beat back the city resistance, again and again until finally... the will of the people simply crumbled into ruin.
Broken and defeated, they did not rally again. Not that it made much difference to the enemy. They attacked again, possibly for good measure - perhaps even pleasure. Who knew their twisted motivations?
Ti'Tani was tasked with finding out. But she had to move with caution. In the outer rim, the Hutts held power and they had no love for Jedi. A sad fact which was slowly spreading to other systems. The Sith had their bounties and the Senates made their stance; truly, the Jedi were without purchase in this crazy world. Yet, unlike her fellow brethren, Ti'tani could traverse the galaxy with (moderate) anonymity; her religious affiliation with the Sisterhood assured that. With no lightsaber in sight, the Lorrdian presented herself as nothing more than a nun, one who wandered in the name of Via, the Great Mother and goddess. Even after her years of service as a knight, Ti'Tani still remained loyal to her old faith. It gave her something the Jedi couldn't always bestow: hope.
It was hope that kept despair at bay, especially as the veiled lady wandered in and amongst the ruins of the city. There, she tended tiresomely to the wounded, treating their injuries to the best of her abilities; many were marked by death, she knew that much. Still, ease their final passage was a comfort. They would not fade away, lacking company. They would pass on and become one with the cosmic flow, knowing deep down someone remained by their side, till the long sleep finally came to claim them.
Ti'tani wept for each and every one of them; having always been a sensitive individual, the veiled Jedi took others suffering and made it her own, Perhaps hoping to saddle some of the burden herself. Her mentors discouraged this however, fear it left her too exposed. Too vulnerable. But such was the price of duty. Here she would remain, until the Order required her elsewhere; for now, she gained what little information she could, all whilst trying to stay warm on the forever freezing planet.
And so, like a solitary spectre, Ti'tani ambled through the snow covered walk ways. The groans of the dying sounded nearby. How it pained her. So, she turned to her only comfort; prayer.
The softness of her voice carried throughout the streets; like a lamenting procession, she moved through along purposefully, the wind stealing away at her.
"Carry my soul into the night
May the stars light my way
I glory in the sight
As darkness takes the day..."
As she sang, she entered makeshifts tents, serving water and rations; sometimes she would check a wound, treat it if needed. Her voiced seemed to soothe the war weary survivors. Her melodic words sounding almost angelic. She would continue this sequence without fault, coming to her last course as she entered one the final shelters
"Sing a song, a song of life
Lived without regret
Tell the ones, the ones I loved
I never will forget...Never will forget."