Marasiah Fel

Sia woke up on Coruscant after a couple days in a bacta tank, and immediately she wanted to be caught up. She wanted numbers, she wanted to know how things looked, she wanted to know who made it and who didn't. They told her the Sith were gone from the galaxy, that Wredd had always hated the Sith and arranged all of this to exterminate them, which would leave only himself to be killed. Sia didn't entirely buy it. Thousands of years of intermittent fighting had proven that there were always Sith; this was just a break until they popped up again.

She'd take it, anyway.

Otherwise she mainly got to lay there. When you were one of the leaders of the galaxy and had just taken a cauterizing weapon to the chest they didn't seem to be in a rush to let her go from the hospital right away, and there wasn't much she could be done from here. So for now, she'd gotten the bed positioned so that she could sit up and breathe better, and the news was on as a distraction when it reality it only had her thinking more.


[Open!]

Sia wasn't entirely sure it was the best thing for her to be here, and not just because she was worried about taking a night off from her nonstop terrible job for once. It was just that she and Atton had not had a great year, relationshipwise, and then there'd been an added depression-inducing complication with terrible timing when Sia already wasn't sure how to navigate things yet. She didn't like feeling unsure.

But she was deciding that was background. They were friends, and she worried about him, and she was at least a reason to get him out. Off island, even, to a bar they'd been to before, where Sia asked, "Are you going to roll your eyes if I ask you what I'm drinking tonight?"


[For Atton!]

It wasn't as if they hadn't been aware that the Sith threat was still out there, but it'd been quiet for long enough that they'd maybe gotten a little complacent. They'd definitely been distracted. And then today the convoy carrying all three leaders of the Triumvirate had been attacked by a Sith cell.

It was a smaller cell, and Sia had an Antares-led security team of Imperial Knights in addition to the couple of Jedi in Master K’hruk’s speeder, so it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. Her Knights also came out looking pretty amazing on the footage that made the news, so not only Sia was absolutely going to use that to her advantage, but she was also able to finagle this into devoting more time and resources into locating the remaining cells. Also, while this raised questions about how the Sith knew where they would be, there were less of them to worry about now. In the end, it was a rough day that worked in her favor for once.

She wasn’t exactly shaken up by this. This was fairly minor, but the rest of the events and meetings for today were postponed, and people hadn’t really been keen on bugging her anymore today. And with actual time to herself for once, she was spending it sitting on the floor of the vast, empty hallway outside her quarters, throwing a ball for Vitor to fetch without worrying about disturbing anyone.

Maybe she’d find an open training room later? What did normal people do with free time?

[Open!]

It wasn’t that Sia didn’t get emotional ever, it was that she usually couldn’t, not in public. And when she had just seen her father killed after he turned to the dark side, suddenly leaving her with the job she’d always dreaded having to take, she really couldn’t lose it in front of anyone.

Well, maybe Antares, but there were many reasons she didn’t want to.

She handled things, with help from him and Treis. It was easy to blame Darth Maladi for Roan’s death and say that he had sacrificed himself to rid the galaxy of a Sith threat, because from a certain point of view, it was true. Maladi couldn’t defend herself anymore. Krayt's death had caused a shift in the battle, with Sith soldiers losing it without him controlling them, and their splintering forces had ended up going their separate ways in the middle of everything. Sia did get in touch with Cade to confirm that Krayt really was dead; he was, and his body had been flown into a sun, just to make entirely sure. She’d contacted Stazi and K’krukh, letting them know what had happened and announcing that she would be taking things over from her father.

Most Force sensitives fighting would have felt the deaths of Krayt and Roan. Still, Sia had had to deliver the message to the returning forces that both things were true. And then she excused herself to her quarters, where she could lock herself away for a while and not face anyone except those who she would actually want to see.

She’d taken off her armor, leaving just the black garments underneath, and was sitting on the bed with a datapad, making notes of all of the things she still had to do or find out. Maybe it was just busy work. Eventually, she was sure she’d feel something again, but right now she was just numb. But numb was good. Numb would get her through the day.


[Feels a little weird to not have this family trauma in late summer for once. For those hanging out in the GFFA!]

On the way from Korriban, Sia had felt her now ex-boyfriend die. She was pretty sure that that was a trick, though, and she wouldn't believe it until she saw a body, and therefore she could deal with it. She had people she could put on that to find out for sure.

Once they got back to Bastion, Sia had had to be debriefed, and tell her father that the person who had killed his wife a decade ago was alive and a Sith now. That had been hard.

After that, she'd declined a bacta tank in favor of treating her injuries herself. The Sith hadn't had her for long enough to warrant using up that much of a valuable resource during wartime. Instead, she'd spent a very long time using bacta patches on the worst of the cuts she'd sustained during torture earlier that day.

In all honestly, she knew they were getting somewhere finally, but this was getting to be a lot.

Today was better? She looked like herself again, she needed to get caught up on what was happening with the new alliance with the Jedi, she had to find Atton and Jessica and... she hadn't quite figured out what to say yet. And she would get to it as soon as she could catch up on reports of what had happened the last three days without reading the same sentence a dozen times. Better, apparently, but not 100%.

Sia had stayed with the Jedi for a while to try and work out a possible alliance, but while they might trust her, her father was another story. They had agreed to send people to meet with Roan and a few Imperial Knights to finalize some things. The Jedi were allied with the Galactic Alliance, as were the Imperials. If they could work out their own deal so everyone could actually work together, maybe they could finally end this.

She’d invited Atton, because he’d offered, and because in case things did fall apart, he might be of help as a neutral party. Which was one of those things where if she could go back and tell that to her younger self, she’d have called herself a liar.

The meeting would be held in a field, with robes and hats matching the working farmers nearby to blend in more easily, with the Jedi coming from one side and the Imperials from another, to literally meet in the middle.


[NFB, NFI, OOC is fine. Taken from Legacy #46, and preplayed with the amazing suitably_heroic!]

It was an awkward trip back to Bastion. The ship was too small for that many people, and having been dying/dead for a lot of it, Sia hadn't known about all of the fights that had sprung up until she started keeping track of who was avoiding who. And once Antares wasn't webbed anymore, she still couldn't get a minute alone with him, Cade wasn't really talking to anyone, but half his crew was mad at him anyway…

And then they got to Bastion, without the threat of being shot out of the sky, which was Sia's first clue that they'd successfully taken the planet and the palace while she'd been gone. So for her, this was the first time in nine years she was really coming home.

She'd seen her father, briefed him on what had happened the best she could and made it very clear that Cade's crew was to be allowed to leave with the payment that she had promised them when they felt ready, then made sure to arrange it so that they would actually be allowed to leave, since she didn't exactly trust Roan to go with her on this. And then she had to find the new quarters they'd chosen for her. She'd last lived here when she was eleven, and living with her father at twenty was absolutely not an option for her anymore, so while she'd been gone someone had cleared out the rooms that had most likely last belonged to a high-ranking Imperial official who was probably now jailed for treason. That felt slightly creepy, and nothing in here was her style, but it had a bed that Vitor was currently sprawled across, and that was good enough for her.

She cleaned herself up and changed out of the clothes that had been through way too much today, and sat next to her dog to give him the pets he deserved, also taking time to make a call and send a text. She assumed Antares would be by once Roan was finished reading him the riot act (spoiler: he wasn't coming), but at least she had some time to at least process things for a bit.

[Open for replies or for Jessica if she's around!]

Sia had left her phone in her room accidentally when she went to take Vitor for a walk and get him out of the house for a while, and she hadn't immediately checked it when she got back. When she did, though, she listened to the message twice before allowing herself to freak out a little. Calmly, of course, because that was how she did most things.

She tried calling back a couple times, but didn't get an answer, and even began looking up portals before reminding herself that she didn't know the situation, that maybe someone else had gotten a similar message that had more detail...

Objects in the room began shaking, as was pretty common here, and Sia snapped, "Not now."

The shaking stopped. The ghosts could bug her later, they probably figured.

[Open door, open post!]

To anyone who came by, they'd probably think Sia had gone through some little changes in the last day or so, but Sia had always been like this. Her room was cleaner and a lot quieter without the dog in it, her wardrobe was darker in color and just slightly more revealing than usual, but other than that, she might seem almost normal.

It was because ever since she realized just how many Jedi flocked to this place at any given time, she'd found it in her best interest to keep a low profile. It wouldn't do for her to get found out as a Sith princess when her father had sent her here specifically to preserve the line for the day one of his people inevitably turned on him, would it?

Her door was open, and she was trying to get some homework done. Really, that sort of thing just helped in honing rage sometimes.

[Oh I went to the Sith AU place. Door and post open! Sia won't do anything bad but she miiight try to get in your head cuz it's fun and all.]

After a week of this, Sia was pretty much over it. Walking around herself was fine, but she was tired of moving when anyone else got up, she was tired of having to live out of a bag, and she was beginning to wonder if she could bribe the squirrels into not reporting it if she just decided to move back to the dorms.

And if that was all at the forefront of her mind, it was because she was rummaging through her bag only to realize she'd left some things at the dorms, and also because she could tell Vitor was going in circles to find a place to lay down because of the way the castle was moving. Just one more week. Just one more...


[Mostly for one, but open with SP!]