Post by samons on Sept 29, 2012 20:08:36 GMT -5
Name: Synthe Kysier
Race: Human
Age: 19
Height: 5'8”
Weight: 120 lbs.
Appearance: Synthe takes much care in her own looks and appearance, not quite to a level of unhealthy obsession but enough to make her stand out within a crowd. She has long and beautiful flowing black hair that she often will tie back or braid in various ways, mostly to keep it out of her calming and inviting face. Her eyes seem to draw the most attention however, as they sparkle like radiant emeralds underneath the focused light of a thousand stars.
Her skin is fair and silky smooth and her physique is well fit and quite curvy, drawing at very least glances from various parties in passing. Another defining characteristic of her body is a large and noticeable scar along her right collarbone, as if caused by a sharp blade. Regardless, she holds a very healthy and precise stance in and outside of stressful situations.
Because of the scar, Synthe tends to cover her shoulders at very least with her own hair. She usually wears dark form-fitting clothes accompanied by a long dress skirt that covers her legs. She absolutely despises most shoes with heels longer than her thumb and generally wears closed toed boots. Much of Synthe is left to the imagination, and she would hardly be considered a physical exhibitionist by any stretch of the word's meaning.
Personality: Synthe is the type of woman that always questions herself, her surroundings, and most of all, others. When she is doubtful of something, she will try her hardest to understand it or prove why she is correct over others, and blame herself if she cannot. She will jeopardize her relations with friends just to go out of her way to prove a point if possible.
She approaches people with the mind of a scientist and is very keen on observing changes in behavior, body language, and facial expressions. Sometimes she can act a bit too detached, interpreting other people as merely books to be read and stored back on the self for further use. Synthe is not completely uncaring however, she thinks and feels just as any other person would and develops biases as easily as the next person. At her best, brought out by deep conversation or emotional empathy, she is an introspective friend willing to talk and give and advise. At her worst, brought out by the ignorance or lack of thinking for oneself in others, she can be very persuasive and manipulative, using others as tools provided they put themselves in the wrong situation.
If nothing else, Synthe is honest, painfully so. She has a difficult time telling even the littlest white lie, even if just to keep those around her at ease. She would much rather see her best friends know terrible truth than a blissful ignorance. Likewise, the reverse is also true, one of Synthe's greatest pet peeves is nothing but being outright lied to. Gaining her respect largely depends on how credible of a person you are, and how much you know.
There is nothing more that Synthe enjoys more than being in control of a situation. She absolutely loves to have people she considers beneath her own intelligence listen and respect her. However, looking on the contrary, nothing gives Synthe greater comfort than being commanded by someone who she trusts and knows to be more knowledgeable than herself.
At a glance, Synthe would seem rather distant and shy, but this is only true of people that casually know her. She is actually quite eloquent when she speaks and only realizes that there is a time for speaking, and a time for listening and observing. This is because Synthe takes great pleasure in trying to understand the thoughts and feelings of other without verbal communication. She's the kind of woman that would convey several ideas with just the expression of her face and the look in her eyes.
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Sith Order
Rank: Initiate
Lightsaber: None.
Color: N/A
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: N/A
Makashi: N/A
Soresu: N/A
Ataru: N/A
Shien / Djem So: N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded: N/A
Niman: N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: N/A
Juyo: N/A
Double Bladed Combat: N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 0
Telepathic: 2
Body: 0
Sense: 2
Protection: 1
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 3
Bio:
--Tragedy--
The story of Synthe is deeply rooted in her own heritage and in turn, her own parents. Her mother, Aresia Kysier, was a native to Corellia and diplomat of the Republic. She participated in many talks and negotiations between the Mandalorians and Republic in maintaining the Treaty of Mandoa. Her father, Don Kysier, was a pilot in the Republic navy who quickly gained much renown in a skirmish between the Republic and a small sect of dissenting Mandalorians above the planet of Shogun in the Outer-Rim. In total he destroyed twenty-eight Mandalorian starfighters and was highly decorated in a medal ceremony nearly a week after. The pilots in his squadron came to know him as 'Sight' because he could often times accurately anticipate what enemy pilots would do before they even began executing any maneuver at all.
About a year after the events above Shogun, Don had been granted leave from the navy on the planet of Onderon. At the same time, diplomacy with the Mandalorians was being conducted in the capital city of Iziz and Aresia had been part of the dialogue between the two. The two, Don and Aresia met in a cantina of Iziz and fell in love based on their common interests and love of the Republic. The romance between the two progressed very slowly, as they were often called apart to various star systems as part of their own careers.
Four years after they met on Onderon, the two finally began living together on Coruscant for months at a time and eventually talks of settling down, getting married, and having children began to emerge. Several close-calls and near death experiences made Don consider the value of life and how much he meant to his fiance. From then on he would make the most out of the time he spent with her and cherish it full heartily. However, it was not to be, and would not last forever.
Don and his squadron was selected to be a part of a highly secret mission tasked to the Republic navy. The fateful voyage of the Republic vessel, Sternstieg, would lead to one of the greatest mysteries in the current history of the Republic and the Outer Rim. The starship traveled through uncharted territories for an unknown destination in the Outer Rim and experienced a complete communications blackout, never regaining communications. Weeks turned into months, and all with absolutely no signs of where the Sternstieg had even gone. In total, 254 Republic personnel were lost, never to be seen or heard from again.
Aresia's unease began a week after communications were lost, and only increased with every passing week. Finally, her distress peaked and she began to feel unbearably sick, even visiting a local medical center on Coruscant after several incidents of feeling faint. She soon discovered that it wasn't an illness or stress that was the ultimate cause, but rather she was now over a month pregnant. A feeling of sudden dread fell over her, and she quickly fell into depression that only deepened after weeks of waiting for her love.
All seemed dim, she thought her daughter would grow up without a fatherly example, but soon a friend and fellow diplomat arrived at her Coruscant apartment. Grent Syhme had been concerned after hearing rumors of Aresia's situation, so he came to listen to her worries and concerns. The two had been very good friends and known each other for most of their lives, even stretching back into childhood. Every single day he would come to her apartment just to listen and care for her. The two shared a friendship, but it was intensified in the months to come, so much so that the two would eventually get married and have two more children, raising all three as their own.
--Early Life--
Synthe, the daughter of Don, the Republic fighter ace, was born on Coruscant in 3621 BBY. Things were starting looking up for the new family, even looking beyond the loss of Synthe's true father. Eventually Aresia and Grent agreed that they would both take her name, and their daughter didn't need to know that Grent wasn't actually her father, doing such might alienate her from future siblings and other children. It didn't matter to Grent, to him it was only a minor thought in the back of his head because Synthe was his family now, and he simply didn't want to create conflict.
Synthe had enjoyed a very peaceful childhood living with her parents and two siblings, Cassander, her younger brother, and Lilly, her youngest sister. Together they all lived in a luxurious house on Coruscant that Grent and Aresia managed to buy with their combined salaries. Because both her mother and father worked in government, all their children were educated quite well and both parents thought Synthe would soon be on the fast track to following her mother's own footsteps in becoming a civil servant of the Republic.
On her tenth birthday, Synthe received her first datapad and immediately her passion for reading was ignited. Very quickly Synthe began to develop an interest in some of the history surrounding the Republic. She became fascinated once she heard about her mother's involvement with the Mandalorians. She constantly asked questions and began pursuing answers on her own as she grew older.
Although Synthe didn't take much of an interest in becoming a pilot, she did share quite a bit with her actual father. It seemed like Synthe was always a step ahead of everyone else, she could often guess what someone was thinking just by observing their body language and their eyes. Whenever a seemingly unwise or dangerous situation came about, even when playing with other children, Synthe would never be around. Perhaps it was just luck, but it seemed that the same spark that Don was renowned for also was with Synthe.
She was eighteen now, her insight would've made for a great diplomat, but politics bored Synthe to tears and she knew that she did not want to follow in either her mother or father's footsteps. One of the first places she was hired was a historical archive on Coruscant. Her job was to sort and file various articles, along with retrieving various files for those that came to search the archives. It wasn't a terrible job, but her future was a bit uncertain at this point. Everything was normal until a set of events put into motion would take Synthe's mundane life and turn it on its head.
She had been at the archive building and retrieving files upon request of an independent investigator, a typical request. She found the location of the declassified files, which just so happened to be on the infamous incident aboard the Sternstieg, nearly twenty years before. Initially Synthe began confirming the validity of the files but then, perhaps just out of her own curiosity, perhaps out of something greater, she kept a copy of the files for herself and began reading them more in-depth.
She sat down at her desk in the archive building and began going over various details in the ambiguous and surprisingly non-descriptive report, including the list of crew members that was aboard the ship, and eventually a name caught her eye, 'Don Kysier, Pilot'. Her curiosity was peaked; could she have a relative that was aboard the Sternstieg when it vanished? She tried to not think about it, but for the rest of the day the thought kept coming to the surface of her mind, maybe her mother would know?
--Confrontation--
Later that evening, when Synthe returned home, she mentioned the name to her mother and immediately knew something was wrong just by the way her mother looked at her. Her mother gave a faint smile to her, “Your father is still away on business, when Grent returns we'll talk about it, alright?”
Synthe gave a quick nod, but the response only raised other questions in her mind. Her father was away on a diplomatic mission on the Outer Rim and wouldn't return until tomorrow morning, so she would just have to wait until then.
The next morning, Synthe was woken up early by Grent, both her brother and sister were away, but Synthe did not put any thought into it at the time. She was brought into the family dining room, where her mother awaited her at the table, fingers interlocked in thought. She gave a smile, gesturing for Synthe to take a seat, “Come and sit, dear.”
She sat down, her father also taking the seat next to her. Immediately she began to feel awkward, like she did something wrong. Both her parents were staring directly at her and eventually she broke the silence, “So, why did you both need to be here to tell me about this?”
Grent cleared his throat, “Synthe, this is a bit of a delicate topics and neither of us thought that it would be that important, so... we never discussed it with you. We never thought you would ask.”
At this point, Synthe started to become visibly unsettled in her seat, she couldn't even begin to guess what would come next. “Dear, we just want to let you know that we did this out of love, not to spite or keep you ignorant.” her mother explained.
Synthe blurted out the question, “What? What didn't you tell me? Who is Don Kysier?”
Both Grent and Aresia looked to each other, then Grent looked back to his daughter, “Synthe, Don Kysier was a famous pilot who-...”
“Don't give me a history lesson. I work in an archive. Who is Don Kysier? Not in relation to the Republic or the universe. To us, to our family.” She interrupted, shaking her head frustratedly.
Grent sighed, and put his hand over Synthe's shoulder to comfort her from the coming blow, “Dear, I'm not your biological father... Don, your real father was lost twenty years ago on the Sternstieg.”
Synthe was speechless and she looked down to the table in thought. Did this really change anything? For her entire life Grent was her father, he took care of her even though she wasn't his own. “Synthe, I can understand you're angry with us. I would be too, but we did it out of your best interest.” her mother tried comforting her.
“My best interest? I think I deserved to know the truth... for all this time, and you were going to continue to keep this secret?” she looked up in response.
Grent frowned, “Synthe, you know that's not true. It was only a matter of time.”
Synthe looked over her shoulder, “Was it? You never even had a plan to tell me. You said so yourself. I feel betrayed. You just wanted to protect me, I understand that... but how? I need some time to myself.”
Synthe removed her father's hand from her shoulder and stood up to walk towards her bedroom, both parents frowning at her departure.
--Hide & Seek--
The relationship between Synthe and her parents, especially Grent, was never the same after that morning. But more importantly, Synthe, having a very stubborn character, considered and researched further into the disappearance of her father, not his death. She lost much sleep desperately trying to find any sort of lead or contacts within Republic Intelligence who would give her a better lead on where to look for her long lost father.
Eventually she found a lead with an ex-member of Republic intelligence, who told her much about the Sternstieg Incident, but even he did not know the ship's ultimate fate. He did however, know that the ship went missing above the planet of Borosk in the Outer Rim. Now Synthe had a destination and objective, but no ship to get there. So, she decided to pay a visit to a cantina near the starport.
After a few days of searching she was directed to an adventurous group of smugglers, who said they could take Synthe to the planet and even investigate it with her. Originally they requested a rather large sum of credits, but Synthe managed to convince them to do it for free, at the expense that they would be credited with 100% of the discovery in the event they found the wreckage of the Sternstieg. In general, Synthe was very fortunate that this crew she would adventure with was as generous as they were. Then again, fortunate isn't an appropriate description.
The ship left the next day, Synthe left her parents with only a short and vague letter describing what she was about to do and just that she would be back soon. She did not however, tell them where she was going or how to find her, only that she would be back. Together with the group of mercenaries, Synthe was determined to find her father, or at very least what happened to him and the Sternstieg.
It was also the end of the year 3603 BBY, soon the Sith Empire and Mandalorians would begin their assaults against worlds of the Outer Rim. The rising political tensions weren't on Synthe's mind, all she cared about was finding out what happened to her true father and returning home to Coruscant. The mercenaries that made up her crew numbered five, including herself. There was Thomas, the owner and captain of the ship, Rosk, a former Mandalorian gone gun-for hire, Lan, the Rodian maintenance chief and electronics expert of the ship, and Les, the captain's sister.
They experienced little trouble or resistance in arriving above Borosk, however as they would soon see, it was all calm before the storm. They spent hours surveying the planet for large concentrations of metal and eventually picked up on a uncharacteristic deposit of minerals. They found the only place they could land was a grassy plateau that stood tall above the dense vegetation of the planet's surface. It was then that the true search had begun.
Synthe stepped down the loading ramp of the the starship, taking a glance around at the grassy plateau that she now stood upon. The sight was breathtaking, beautiful, and most of all, simply massive. She felt a heavy shove on her back by Rosk pushing her down and off the ramp, “Stop admiring the scenery and make way off the ramp, kid.”
She nearly lost her balance, but moved out of the way so the rest of her crew could disembark on the ramp. Thomas came down the ramp last, standing in the middle so he was elevated above the rest of his crew, “Alright, listen up! We have one goal today: To find the wreckage of the Republic warship, the Sternstieg. Comlinks will be near useless in the dense forest as the planet itself seems to be giving off some kind of static interference, another hint that the ship is actually here, so stay together. Our sensors detect that the source of that interference is approximately five miles west of our current location. It's going to be a rough hike, but we're going to make it and we're going to become rich because of it. Got it?”
Everyone nodded simultaneously, and the captain stepped down the ramp to stand in front of Synthe. He took a small leather pouch from his bag, handing it to her, “Look, I hope you won't need it, but this is your blaster. Don't lose it or shoot yourself in the foot. Nobody wants to carry you out of here.”
Synthe nodded, clipping it to her belt, and before she could ask any questions about her newly acquired sidearm, Thomas had left. He shouted at the group, “One more thing! Lan, you're staying with the ship. I don't want anything chewing on the power cables while we're away, got it?”
Synthe didn't know much Rodian, so she could only assume that the Rodian was fine with the arrangement and the four of them began the walk west, off the grassy plateau.
Synthe felt she was causing delay for the other four, but all she could do was keep up as they began making their way through the dense forest brush and undergrowth. The group's knowledge of what awaited them was little and far between, but one thing was for certain: the sky was becoming dark and gloomy, only accenting the shadow cast upon the forest floor by billions of unkempt native trees. Rosk made quick work of any obstructing vegetation with the use of his Vibrosword, leading the group deeper and deeper into the jungle.
Thomas sighed while fiddling with a Datapad in hand, “I cannot get an accurate measure of how far we need to walk. The unit in this pad cut out after we got within three miles of the thing, and by the looks of sky we do not have much daylight left.”
Rosk shouted back, “My apologies, your highness, but it wasn't my idea to go on a wild goose chase on the whim of a timid little girl looking for her father. We're making progress and that is good enough.”
Les also raised her voice in reply, “You're being paid to cut branches and kill animals, not criticize the captain.”
He would have simply shook his head and returned to the duty set before him, but then there was a loud, yet shrill noise that echoed through the forest. It made the entire group pause to listen, and ready their weapons. A pattern of soft footsteps was audible by the group and the noise's volume escalated exponentially. Soon, a large cat like creature was visible, charging at the group bearing its fangs and claws viciously.
Thomas quickly shot the beast between the eyes with his blaster rifle, dropping it instantly. That would've been the end of it, but there were more of the footsteps coming from all different directions. A massive firefight began on the forest floor, and suddenly Synthe wasn't so sure that she would make it back to her family in one piece anymore.
The group panted and coughed, catching their breath after nearly being chased down by the vicious cats. Thomas didn't make it, and he was now fodder for whatever the beasts that attacked them were. Death; Synthe's mind was still wrapping around the idea that she would more than likely not make it off this planet alive.
Rosk stabbed his vibrosword into the carcass of one of the cats, shouting at the top of his lungs in rage. He turned his attention to Les, “Your Bantha Fodder of a brother got himself killed and now we're stuck in this cursed forest without any sort of guidance device! What's your plan now?!”
Les had a miserable look upon her face, the closest and dearest person in the world to her was now dead, nothing more than an evening snack for the hungry wildlife. She just stood there, staring at the ground.
Rosk spat on the ground in her direction, took his sword, and began walking back down the path he cut, “We're returning to the ship. This mission is a failure. If you ladies want to die out here be my guest, but I am living through this.”
Synthe didn't want to die, she began following Rosk back to the ship and soon Les did the same.
--Return--
“Incoming!” shouted Rosk, getting in a position to defend himself from the oncoming hordes of mindless beasts.
Synthe drew her pistol and began indiscriminately blasting the cats, not because she took joy in it, but out of her own survival. She began to see patterns in the movement of the cats, and actually began to predict them as they tried to knock her over. However, when multiple cats came from the forest Synthe quickly became overwhelmed and began to see that her life was about to end. The heavy cat pounced on top of her, forcing her to the ground and taking her only means of defense into its mouth. The massive jaws of the tiger made quick work of her blaster, and soon... her neck. At least it would have, if Rosk didn't shove his Vibrosword into the cat's guts. He extended a hand to Synthe, pulling her up to her feet.
Les wasn't as lucky during the fight, and she was later found with four massive puncture marks in her neck, likely resulting in several broken joints in her neck. Rosk quickly pulled Synthe away from the sight. They had to get back to the ship quickly.
It was a miracle, the two had made it back to the ship, but strangely the ramp was open, and there was no sight of Lan around. The two climbed up the loading ramp and quickly closed it behind themselves, looking around the inside of the ship for Lan. He was nowhere to be seen, so quickly Rosk went to prepares the ship for take off.
Rosk growled loudly, smashing his hands on the console, “The blasted thing won't start! What did that that Rodian do to the ship while we were gone?!”
Synthe back away, she had never been more terrified in her life then what she felt now. “Blast it, girl! You're useless!” he shouted, standing up from the chair and storming off towards the engine compartment of the ship.
Synthe stood there motionless, her mother, her father, her sister, and her brother. She would never see them ever again, and for what? A chance to figure out who her biological father was? How stupid was she?
Just then she heard a loud a slam against the steel grating of the ship's floor and the loud scream of Rosk echoing throughout the ship. She ran as quickly as she could into the engine room, and there she saw a scene that absolutely terrified her even further.
She figured out where Lan went for one, his entrails were scattered and stretched all over the inside of the engine compartment and his bones had been mostly licked clean; presumably by the same cat that's jaws now clamped down upon Rosk's neck. She heard entered the engine room hearing the absolutely terrible snapping sound of bone and vertebrae.
She panicked, reaching for any implement she could use as a weapon, eventually settling on a plasma torch laying on a nearby bench. She rushed forward, plunging the tool into the beast's neck, letting the plasma quickly eat away at the cat's flesh. She stabbed the cat dozens of times with the plasma torch, releasing the uncontrollable amount of fear within her into a rage that suited her current situation much better. Eventually, it died, but it was too little, too late.
Rosk blinked at Synthe, his teeth chattering from the unbelievable pain associated with having one's spinal cord severed by the teeth of a giant beast. His lips flapped up and down, and his breathing was labored but he managed to speak, “S-so.... cold. I can't feel... my body and... this is it... this is how I end. Killed by a giant Cath Hound on a planet... nobody ever heard of.”
Synthe had tears streaming down her face at this point, dripping onto Rosk's own. He managed to smile, “Please... put me out of my misery. Take my... sword. Kill me and... end... it.”
Her eyes widened looking towards the Vibrosword that was laying on the ground next to her. She swallowed, and wiped the tears from her eyes. She stood up, grabbing his sword, raising it far above her own head. “Today... I die... a warrior.” he whispered, and closed his eyes, awaiting the impact.
Synthe whimpered, hesitating more than twice, then finally summoned all of her strength into a downward cleave that split Rosk's skull down the center. He was dead, and now Synthe was all alone. Immediately she dropped the blade to the ground and fell to her knees, she began weeping on the steel floor underneath, her tears slowly mixing with the blood that coated the floor of the engine room.
--Fear--
Synthe tried to start the ship without any success. Something was wrong with the engine, and the creature aboard the ship may have damaged other modules as well. Needless to say, it was well beyond Synthe's level of technical expertise to repair the ship, and everything seemed hopeless for her.
A day later she finally decided on a plan that she would activate the ship's distress beacon and wait a week, or whatever she perceived to be a week, and if nobody answered she would venture into the forest at night with the intention of getting herself killed with the slightest hope that she could reach the source of the disruption. Eventually a week passed and the night came, so she set out into the forest with only Rosk's Vibrosword and a Glowlamp as major items to accompany her. If she feared death she didn't show it, everything seemed entirely hopeless and she had no reason to believe that she would be alive to see the morning.
Strangely enough though, nothing attacked her and wherever she walked the forest felt silent. For hours she walked, and eventually came the dawn, illuminating the rest of her trail and raising her spirits, if only slightly. She began to follow a river, and recognized it as following west to east. She realized that she could use this to navigate back to her ship if ever she had the chance to return. She reached a massive flowing waterfall at the source of the river, and immediately she knew that she was close.
She spotted a cavern entrance near the waterfall, and immediately she felt it pulling her closer into its unlit and inky depths. She turned on her lamp and began walking towards the cave, keeping the Vibrosword at her side. Her heart skipped a beat following the sound of soft purring and the emergence of a four-legged creature from the cave. Before her stood another giant cat, it growled softly and began circling Synthe in a predatory stance.
Synthe would've panicked and try to attack the beast with her sword, or even entirely frozen up, but she realized that she was simply living on borrowed time at this point and any hostile action would simply bring more predators to her location. So instead, she began to circle in the opposite direction, staring deeply into the massive eyes of the even larger forest feline. This continued for several minutes, soon the two found themselves within only a few feet of each other, locked in a deadly staring contest. Who would blink first?
Although the beast was far more powerful than Synthe and could have overwhelmed her easily even with her sword, it didn't. It backed away, never taking it's eyes over Synthe's until it disappeared into the forest growth. Synthe never felt more confused and relieved of the circumstances that surrounded her, she had little to no choice in her next action. She would enter the cave, which hopefully would pose a solution to the young woman.
--The Mists--
It eventually became obvious that the Glowlamp was mostly unnecessary because the cave was decorated with various glowing crystals ranging the entire spectrum of colors. Synthe began to feel quite odd and light headed as she progressed through the cave. When she entered the main lode of the the cavern, her head began to ache, her vision began to blur, and she felt as if the very earth below was shaking, trying to knock her off her feet.
It was an unbearable feeling, the energy of the cave engulfed her mind and she dropped both sword and lamp, fainting on the cold cavern floor. Was this death?
She stood in a sea of surreal white mist that blocked her vision considerably, she only saw a figure standing in the distance. The dark figure gestured his hand for Synthe to follow, and immediately she knew who stood before her, “Father!”
As she shouted a sense of premature joy came to her. The figure turned its back to her, walking away from Synthe and quickly removing any sense of accomplishment she had. “Father! Don't go! Don't leave me! Please!” she replied, beginning pursuit of the black silhouette.
Even though the figure was only walking, she fought hard trying to keep up while sprinting towards the figure, and eventually other figures started to emerge from the mists.
Her mother openly wept as she read Synthe's departure letter, her husband desperately trying to calm and comfort her. “Why, dear? Why did you leave us?” they both asked as she ran by.
A rather slender figure emerged from the white mists, his bony white hands creaked as they waved at Synthe. She recognized the coat he wore, it was Thomas minus all of his flesh and organs, “I told you not to lose that blaster, kid. Now there's nobody who can help you.”
She shook her head and kept in pursuit of what she believed to be her father, however he third figure to emerge was Les. She bore a very large laceration in the side of her neck that cut through much tissue and the bone of her neck. Her head flapped lazily to once side, staring at Synthe with an icy, uncaring glare. Synthe didn't particularly give it her much thought either and like before, kept running through the mists as fast as she could.
Rosk groaned in pain in front of her, a fountain of blood gushing from his own neck. He shouted with a powerful voice, not at all matching the extent of his injuries, “Kill me! Give me the death worthy of a Mandalorian! If you don't, you only prove your own weakness!”
Synthe paused and glanced to her right hand that was now holding a Vibrosword. She didn't have much time to think so she raised the sword above her head as she had before and cut deeply into Rosk's skull. Unlike before, his head violently exploded, coating Synthe in a mist of fine red. She could now continue to run towards her goal, as unclean as she now felt.
Further in the mist, she saw Lan's head look up to her while one of the forest cats licked his bones clean. He did not seem to be in much pain, but rather peaceful.
She finally caught up the silhouette, who turned around to face her with empty white slits for eyes. Was this it? Was she finally about to meet the man who she was searching for? Soon her mind became filled with the sound of a disembodied voice, “Survive... live to witness your destiny. Only then will you meet him.”
Synthe opened her mouth to speak, but before she could the presence of the voice in her mind was gone as well as the figure standing in front of her. She fell to her knees in failure, and wished the mists would just engulf her and all of her dreams. For a while it seemed like that might happen, but then Synthe opened her eyes, staring at a clear quartz crystal formation that sat just a foot away from where she fainted.
Synthe's mind no longer ached with the energy of the cave so she crawled to her knees in order to examine the formation closer. She grabbed at a loose part of the crystal formation and tried tugging it from the growth with her hands. Eventually she picked up Rosk's Vibrosword and with a might swing dislodged a sizable portion of the crystal. She felt a small vibration with the crystal went she held it in her had and kept it on her person. Eventually she attached it to a necklace that she would always carry with her.
She thought about the vision of the mists she experienced when entering the cave, in particular the words from the silhouette right before she woke: Survive... live to witness your destiny. Only then will you meet him. The message was obvious, but what exactly was it that she experienced? Regardless, the message was enough for her. From then on she live amongst all parts of the forest, at least until someone answered the distress signal being emitted by the ship.
--Harmony--
Synthe lived in the forest on Borosk for over a year, spending most of her time at the crystal cave she found at the river source. She began to hear voices from the crystals, and even to this day she contributes her survival largely to the wisdom she gained by listening to the crystals, it was how she occupied herself and stop herself from going insane if she wasn't already.
Her innate senses of emotions, feelings, and thoughts were heightened to a new level eventually she learned to peacefully interact with the creatures of Borosk. She also paid respect to lives lost and retrieved the remains of her entire crew, giving them all burials by the landing site of their ship on the grassy plateau.
Borosk was a planet that was out of the way of most trade routes at the time. Only smugglers would find reason to travel anywhere near the planet, and many of those could care less for a distress signal on an uninhabited planet. After all, to smugglers especially, time was money. Sith interests in the Outer Rim would solve Synthe's need for rescue. At the rise of the new Empire suddenly there became a need to travel lesser known routes, and an Imperial warship had many more resources to investigate than any smuggler did. Needless to say, the sensors of an Imperial Starship did manage to detect the distress beacon, and did send a shuttle down to investigate.
Synthe was glad to be rescued by anyone after over a year of complete communications silence, and was brought aboard the ship as a prisoner willingly. Certain members of the Sith Order who were also aboard the ship could sense that Synthe was strong in the force, and instead of suggesting execution or sending her back to the Republic actually suggested that she should be sent to Korriban for training. If she could be broken, she would make a powerful Sith one day.
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Synthe held her hands up high in the air after dropping her vibrosword to the ground. Her garments were tattered, shredded, and ripped after many months of use in the deep forest of Borosk. The three soldiers pointed their blaster rifles directly at Synthe's chest, ready to fire once given the order. The order to halt was given by their commanding officer, who emerged from the shuttle behind them.
Synthe looked at the officer directly, first looking at his uniform for any identifying marks, then directly into his eyes. Beyond she saw pride, uncertainty, and perhaps a little spite in the man's thoughts. Keeping her hands in front of her, two of the soldiers walked over to place Plasteel cuffs around Synthe's wrists and behind her back. She did not resist, this was the first other people that she had seen in over a year.
She could tell that these men cared nothing for her and if it were up to them, they would've already shot her. Something else must have been behind these men and ordered them to bring her back alive was her only assumption. A sharp shove quickly reminded Synthe that she was now a captive and now was not the time for her own mental musings of these men or their motivations.
Quickly she was escorted aboard the shuttle and within five minutes they were off the ground and beginning their assent out of the atmosphere. Soon, the sky outside of the window Synthe looked through turned from the bright blue sky with streaks of white clouds into the black inky background of space. In the distance she spotted a large ship unlike any ship she had ever seen, bearing unfamiliar emblems.
They docking process took little time and soon the shuttle was greeted by the loud clanging of the steel and hydraulic legs settling on floor of the docking platform. Synthe was pulled to her feet by a soldier and was lead out of the shuttle, a soldier on each side of her. It was difficult to predict any intentions of these men beyond the thick encasement their helmets.
A dark figure stood in the docking bay, watching as the troopers unloading their prisoner. They walked Synthe directly towards the figure, shoving Synthe into a kneeling position. She looked up to see the underneath the black hood of the figure, a wave of coldness sweeping over her senses.
