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 Shattered ~ A Twi'lek's Grief, SW Vignette
Nata
Posted: Jan 27 2006, 03:44 PM


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~Disclaimer: Jinx and Myke are mine, as are the emotions to the situation, I just set them into George's playground~

Shattered

Gripped by a pain so hard, nothing could comfort her, Jinx burst out in song. It was a song that she had sung many a time before with her dear brother, Myke. A brother she would never again hold in her arms. In her mind numbing daze, her thoughts wandered to the last day her brother had been able to escape the confines of med bay. For a weaker man, his last experience would have been mind shattering. The two of them had gone to an All-Human Free-For-All in the town of Dying Slowly on the planet Jubilar.

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The smell of sweaty bodies hot from intense concentration on the death match at hand fills the air. As the wind blows past a nearby concession stand mixing the aroma of food with the stench of Ji tikkit smoke from someone passing by. She can hear the screams of fans cheering on their favorites as the bodies collide in fits of rage and hopes of survival. As a contestant falls to the ground, the crowds screams turn into an uproar, as fans shout out encouragement to all contestants at once. The air is thick with anticipation as time slowly ticks down to the ending of each life. Fans and friends hold their breaths as the winner is finally determined. Half the observers jump for joy while a noticeable group slumps their shoulders and slowly grabs their things to leave or move to start a fight with other fans. Another winner is decided as the losers limp bodies are dragged from the arena. A fresh batch of humans take the place of the dead, preparing to fight for their life as entertainment.


Jinx is unsure why Myke enjoys these matches so much, but after all the pain the last two standard months have caused him, she is just grateful that she was able to bribe the medic to let her take him out for the morning.

The seats are packed tight like a can of sardines. Moving through the crowd may be likened to that of a salmon swimming upstream; such is the battle through the crowds. Yet, like the Red Sea, this crowd will part, making way for a vendor carrying bottles of Johrian Whiskey and Nikta, while the vendor cries out annoyingly, like a broken holo, trying to sell his wares, his voice garbled by the sounds of the Victory Forum. As the vendor passes, the sea of creatures, yet again, collapses on itself. Another hovering transport comes into view, the sea of creatures hold firm, as if their feet or bodies were suddenly rooted to the ground. They do not clear a way, but instead they stare.


Jinx follows their gazes and stares to a twenty-three-year-old Twilek who has the appearance of a terribly aged Twi'lek. His youthful appearance veiled behind a facade of weariness as effective as an eclipse shielding the sun. Too weak and thin to support himself he sits in a hover chair, with a breathing mask over his face to support his weak lungs. The violent movement of his chest mirrors the sound of his labored breathing. The glaze of the sun reflects off his baldhead as he tries to move through the crowd. His shriveled lekku lie limp on his shoulders. His brown eyes flicker as his head jerks up from falling asleep, so exhausting is this outing to watch the death matches.


The sea still stands there refusing to move, they must be asked, before they will step aside. Then while stepping aside many in the crowd murmur as to what may have caused his current condition and how he must feel about it. He must have been born that way. Someone mumbles as another creature garbles insults in a language unfamiliar to Jinx. He has to be used to the stares by now. Communicates a Twilek to her group of friends. What is he doing out doors? came the ghastly cry of others. They stood in the way of the aged youths access to his seat. Jinx watched in horror as these lazy people caused him the need to be carried by others because the lazy ones chose not to move, forcing him to abandon his transportation at the far end of the seats. His dignity and pride being crushed by their shallow stares.


After much energy was exerted, the old twi'lek of twenty-three finally reached his destination. A few kind people moved to give him an arena-side seat as he watched the battle ensue. Across his fatigued face, Jinx could see the fire and pride in his eyes as he yelled, at a barely audible whisper, cheering on his contestant of choice. This was his favorite. The man he had worked so hard to train. Practice after practice he had helped this man develop his fighting skills. The man he had trained along side of, hoping to one day test the skills of apprentice against master. Myke had been the strong one, the much praised favorite in the rare human v. alien matches. Unbeatable until sickness became his opponent. Leaving him to struggle just to survive the days pain.


Several minutes into the match his friend and apprentice noticed him on the sideline. He waved and smiled a cocky grin at his master and Jinx could see a surge of pride go through Myke as his hard work paid off for the sole survivor of the match. Understanding how much change had occurred in such a short time, Jinx could see the turmoil on the winners face as he struggled with how he should approach his former master. His master was different now. They were still friends but Myke was no longer one of the death match fighters. He had become an outsider. After several failed attempts at conversation, master and apprentice part ways.



Jinx had felt the pain radiating from her brother as they departed the arena in silence. Myke was unable to celebrate a won match and had been outcasted from the only friends he had known. The trip back to med bay had been taken in unbearable silence. No words could comfort the damage done. Conversation back in med bay turned to other things and the arena match was never brought up again.

~*~

That had only been 2 days ago and Jinxs mind raged with how unfair it had been. Her singing rapidly turned to sobs as her body shook with the intensity of her sorrow and her hatred. How could this occur? How could fate be so cruel to her loved one? Jinx collapsed in her grief, wanting nothing but for darkness to come and claim her too.


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Avo 'osto!
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Wicked-Jesstar
Posted: Jan 29 2006, 07:28 PM


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2.gif Very touching Nat! You captured the grief perfectly, great work!


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Nata
Posted: Aug 2 2007, 09:47 AM


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Thanks Jesstar. Grief was easy to capture having expeirenced something similar.


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