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3637 BBY || 17 ATC
The Dromund Kaas apartment was quiet, the only sound being the rain as it pelted the windows outside. The only light emanated from a small lamp on the bedside table, the illumination barely cutting through the hazy darkness of the overcast sky outside.
Perched on the edge of the bed, Calaieth stared at the small holotransmitter sitting on the side table next to the lamp. After a long moment spent debating with herself, she finally hit the record button.
“I’ve sat here trying to decide whether or not to send this, but I figure you should know; I received word from Darth Marr this morning. He believes he has located Vitiate. I was asked to join him on the Terminus, so I will be departing within the hour to meet up with him. Maybe we can finally put an end to this, before Vitiate can repeat what he did on Ziost.” Pausing, Calaieth took a deep breath before continuing the message.
“I…” She stopped, chewing on her bottom lip as she worked to find the right words. “Whatever happens, I’m glad I got to know you. Goodbye, Theron Shan.” Terminating the recording, she stared at the blue holo image of herself before sending off the message.
Grabbing her pack off the floor, she slung the bag over her shoulder and made her way out the door of her apartment. A feeling came over her as she stood in the doorway, and in that moment, she was sure she would likely never step foot in there again.
Locking everything up, she turned and left.
-_-_-_-_-
The fighting had been over before it really even began. The large fleet tore through the small amount of Imperial and Republic ships like they were nothing. Not even Marr’s flagship stood a chance against the onslaught.
“There are rudimentary backup controls for the engines and shields here, but the enemy ships have us surrounded. We have few options left.”
Marr’s modulated voice barely registered above the sounds of turbolasers blasting into the hull of the Terminus. They had already lost this fight. There were no options left.
“If we are to die here, then I say we take out as many of them as we can.” She turned to Marr, staring at the impassive mask. Stepping to the console, she began to input the necessary commands, but held off on executing them.
Understanding what the Wrath planned to do, Marr exhaled, giving her a single nod. “So be it.”
Holding her head high, the Wrath sent the command. The sublight engines kicked on to full speed, and the Terminus began its final course. It wasn’t long until the impact rippled through the flagship as it collided with the enemy, and a series of loud explosions ripped through the ship. Closing her eyes, she tuned out the sounds of destruction around her, and she waited to be torn apart.
Her crew was gone. They would be safe. At least she had that small comfort in her final moments.
“So be it.” She echoed.
-_-_-_-_-
Coruscant
3637 BBY || 17 ATC
The reports were all over the holonet. Reports about the small joint force of Republic and Imperial ships, destroyed by an unknown force deep in wild space. Few survivors had been picked up in escape pods after the fact. All the rest were presumed either M.I.A., or K.I.A. if a body was recovered.
Standing at the kitchen counter in his apartment, Theron scanned through the lists of dead and missing, seeking out a familiar name. And there it was, right at the top of the missing, just below Darth Marr-
Darth Eviscera – M.I.A.
Running a hand over his face, he quickly turned off the holonet, not wanting to look at the names (just one name) any further. She had hated that title, and that’s how she was going to be remembered in death.
Darth Eviscera – M.I.A.
Calaieth.
Calie.
Missing in action. That was just a nice way of saying there was nothing left to find.
Tapping his fingers on the countertop, Theron looked at the small holocomm sitting there, just within reach. His fingers stilled as he stared at it for a moment longer. With the slightest hesitation, he pressed a few buttons, rewinding back the message he had in queue.
“I…” He watched the woman on the holo as she looked down for a moment before looking back up. Though he couldn’t see it over the recording, he imagined her amber eyes. “Whatever happens, I’m glad I got to know you. Goodbye, Theron Shan.”
Several long moments passed in silence as he processed. Missing in action. Without thinking, he grabbed the holocomm off the counter and threw it hard against the wall. The sound of shattering barely registered in his ears as he leaned against the wall, sinking down to the floor.
Whatever happens, I’m glad I got to know you.