Star Wars The Old Republic

Tiya frowns at The sight of Irleen.

"Is she ok? She looks like She saw a Ghost. You should Rest Girl. Grab some sleep"

 

‘Probably, but it might fall into the wrong hands,’ Verne said. He then looked to Irleen as she continued to reel under the mind attack, ‘We might need to jettison the thing if this goes on.’

He went to Irleen’s side, ‘You need to push it out of your mind, Irleen.’ He laid his hands on her shoulders and tried to use his own force powers to shield her from the influence of the Sith Holocron.

 

Irleen push her mind away from Sith power. She gasp.
"Get! Out! Of! My! Head!!!" She scream as red light leave her body and go to Holocrom. She lean totally exhausted in Verne arms.
"That will never ending." She wisper weak.

 

Tiya looks at The Scene with a gasp.

"Ok You defenitely should lock that thing away. I dont want to go Nuts aswell..."

 

‘It’s gone for now,’ Verne said as he held Irleen. He picked her up in his arms, ‘Come on, time for you to get some sleep.’

He looked to Tiya, ‘Well, I think you should be fine, it latches onto people sensitive in the Force more than others.’

Verne carried Irleen to the crew quarters, a medium-sized room with six beds in three bunks and lockers. He laid her down on one of the bottom beds. ‘How are you feeling?’ he asked her.

 

It was realy long time, since Irleen get carried in someone hands, for last days she was this person who helping and save others. When he put her to bed she gasp of relief.
"Weak... But better than before. Thank you." She said, leaning her head on pillow. Again, she feel strange without one lekku.
"So many die because of me... Master Cold. My friend Daria... Members of Wren clan... So many..."

 

‘That’s good,’ Verne nodded and then gulped at what she was saying, ‘I can hardly imagine what you went through and lost after what happened at the Temple, but they didn’t die because of you.’

He quickly went to the adjacent bathroom and got a cup of water for Irleen. ‘Here, you must be exhausted.’

He sighed, ‘Whatever banthashit that Holocron whispered to you. It’s not true, only twisted lies come from the tongues of the Sith.’

 

Tiya keeps her Distance from The Holocron and lies down on The Couch of The Crewarea, relaxing after The Eventfull Day.

 

Kate finishes exploring Vernes Ship after a while.

 

Irleen drink water like men on the desert.
"It was. My master was killed on my eyes by this Inquisitor with who we fighting in the outpost. I managed to rescue my friend Daria from Corussant, only to lost her on mandalore in secend attack of Empire. Clan Wren, where we going to rest for while, was attack and lost at least half of members. " She said with breaking voice.
" No mater how hard I tried, I always failed. "

 

Verne listened to her story and then gulped, ‘I realise what happened to you, your and your friends is devastating, making you think all is lost. But would your Master want you to give in to grief, blame yourself for everything that happened and then feed on bloodlust against the Sith? Seek blind revenge? Would your friend Daria?’

‘Look, if you want to make this right, you need to seek out the remnants of your Order, there are hundreds of Jedi away from the Temple at any time. They are out there, regrouping at places sacred to Jedi, I’m sure,’ Verne said.

 

Irleen look at her feet. She know that Verne iż right, but it was hard to accept that.
"I know, I know. It just... It all happen so fast and unexpected. Few days ago I was just padawan and now I'm running away from Empire. It is too much." She said but when Verne mention about Jedi.
"Do you have any ideas where we should looking for them first?"

 

‘You’ll make it, you are strong, and you still have friends that need you, right? Like Kate?’ Verne smiled.

‘Well, maybe at one of the old temples, on Tython or Dantooine? Some Masters who survived must be looking to reestablish a base somewhere,’ Verne scratched his head.

 

"Maybe... Maybe you are right. We should get on the Dantooine. But..." Irleen slowly close her eyes.
"It is too much Verne. I need to sleep." She said weak.

 

‘Good, you should take some rest,’ Verne put the blanket over her, ‘Sweet dreams.’

The Mirialan left her to rest and closed the door, heading back to the central common area, he looked at the Holocron and put it in a box, stashing it away in one of the smuggling compartments on the ship. He then returned and cleaned up his soiled clothes and the medkit form earlier, before returning to the common room and going to the kitchen cupboards.

He looked to Tiya, ‘You want something to drink or eat? That prison sludge was horrible.’

 

Tiya sits up as Verne returned and sits down by The Table.

"Is she ok? She just had a Mental Breakdown or something I think" she says concerned.

 

‘Tragedy, extreme stress, that Sith holocron whispering in her mind. It’s no wonder with what she went through,’ Verne said, ‘She’s sleeping now, I hope she’ll be better after a good rest.’

 

"I was sleeping for quiet some Time in that Shithole. Whats Your excuse again for being there?"

 

‘Excuse? Well, I followed the trail of a Jedi Holocron to that moon, sadly it turned out to be Sith, and the Empire having got there first,’ Verne said, ‘How did you end up there?’

 

"Ah wrong Judgement....anyway You got Alcohol here too?"