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"Do you remember?" You asked.

A little smile on my lips, I shook my head 'no'. You paused. After all, why would that make me happy?

I turned and embraced you. You resisted, not used to the affection, not comfortable, maybe too hurt or trying too hard not to be hurt, so it was tense. Yet…

"I...those moments...they've blurred. But, that pretty mess of lights? It's the thing I live for. The things I don't remember...I don't need to. I know they happened when I am near you."

You shifted, and eventually, I stepped away.

-=*=-

"Do you remember?" I said.

You paused mid-step, turned back a bit. Two paces, and you're next to me, or away from me.

"I don't need to.”

No reasons given, so I smiled without.

-=*=-

"I'm sorry for you loss." Someone mumbled, maybe genuine.

A hand on my shoulder, a quiet whisper of an old friend. "Do you remember?"

For the first time, I smiled again, barely. "No."

"And that doesn't upset you?"

"No. It's fine."

"How?"

My lips curled upward a little more.

"I don't need to remember to know those things happened."

"But you won’t see them again."

"I don't need to. I still love them. That's there. That's all there ever was and all there will ever be. I'll always have that."

The hand on my shoulder fell away.

"I'm glad."

I smiled fully to graves.

-=*=-

Years turn and I find myself smiling at memories until I join yo

I have had a few titles in my time.

Only two ever mattered.

Wife and Mother.

With the aid of my sister I began to truely understand genetics, now that I look back it opened two important doors in my life. With this knowledge I was able to alter and breed Tuk'ata. These creatures are so much more than Arcona's hounds in many aspects but that is another story...

Later I was able to follow in my mother's footsteps and create life; our children... They all look like him, they have grown and now fight their own wars, the venues however rarely change. Each time I look upon them I see him; the memories are bittersweet.

...I miss him...

Eventually I slipped into an advisory role, it provides hours of entertainment, but as I said many years ago; I will die in battle. Almost nothing can attract my attention more than a good fight; particularly if the spoils are of Krath heritage.

If nothing else it relieves the monotony of my current existence.

Some days I feel that I live in memories, but that is all they are, recollections. They do not warm you, only provide you with hope that tomorrow may be a better day than the one that has passed.

K'tana
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Hers was an empty room that stank of rot and stagnation. Old scrolls and books cluttered the floor, by the hundreds. For only being a whelp when she started, the once violet twi’lek laying in the bed had aged far beyond the slight forty years that had passed. Her once luminescent skin was dry and a faded shade of lavender-gray. When she spoke one could readily notice many missing teeth from the years of being beaten bloody . Her hands were gnarled. Her lightsaber, had it been in once piece still, could barely be held by her shaking hands.

Time had not crept up on her, as it did so many. She was young and beautiful one day and withered and decrepit the next. She had tried so very hard to achieve all the power necessary to rule into a golden age of the Brotherhood, but as so many knew she would...she failed.

She had been “blessed” to not be slaughtered that day. Instead she was locked in a room, her rebellion over thrown, and she was left to wither away into dust. New students came by to give her books, mostly trash, and most unfortunate ones still were sent in to make her eat and bathe. She resisted some days and other days went as silently as the dead.

She was a warning to all who demanded control; do not bite off more then you can swallow, for even the pieces can bite back.

Forty year’s forty long year’s spent in conflict agenst the One Sith and the Galactic republic. Forty year’s serving the Dark Brotherhood in there fights and now after fighting for so long Skar’s true dream can come true. During his time in the Brotherhood Skar observed the both the Republic and the One Sith there government there military and both the Jedi and Sith and in doing so laying the foundation for his dream to bring life and prosperity back to his home planet Kalee.

But in time after he left the brotherhood and returned to his home his dream came true the planet united the civil war’s that had plagued the planet ceased and the numerous clans that were on the planet at the time came together to form the Kaleesh Republic separate from both the One Sith and the Republic and for a time peace came fell upon the planet.

That’s was until the One Sith invaded the system burning any planets that had joined the Kaleesh republic and it was on his home in the Great temple of Shrupak that Skar and the men that had served under him them faced there greatest fight and soon fell to the overwhelming onslaught of Sith warriors and there troops

With a final strike, the last of the Luka Sene perished beneath my blade, cringing in pain. That had been my goal. To eradicate the last of the false teachers and prophets - those that spread lies of truth and light. They had poisoned my brother, forced us against one another and branded me evil in his eyes. His death became my only passion, and I vowed to never end my crusade until they felt the true force of my rage.

I had become strong, wise, powerful. My sight saw light even in the darkest of places, of past, present of future. I was no longer just a Miraluka nor a Dark Jedi, I was a demiurge. A being whose visions of desire became real. And this was a daydream of revenge.

My bones felt their age suddenly, and as I released the tense breath I had been holding since my youth, I watched a legacy burn in the flames of retribution. And I smiled.

After 40 years, Adam has changed somewhat and leads a much quieter life. At times when his career with the Brotherhood relaxed, he would spend a great deal of his time exploring the galaxy and training himself into a master lightsaber duelist. As the years went on, Adam finally parted regular company with his comrades, but was not averse to occasional friendly visits or even a helping hand when they were in need. His commitment to maintaining his body and spirit allowed him to retain much of his youth, and remain formidable even at the age of sixty-four.
At some point in the interim, Adam and Sarna did indeed reunite, reconcile, and eventually marry after the passage of several years, finally settling among the Wookiees on Kashyyyk. Their progeny included two children, a Force-sensitive brother and sister. The daughter proved Adam's pride and joy, as he trained her into a powerful duelist in her own right, while the son was more like his mother, a benevolent soul who preferred contemplation to combat. Both children were still very able fighters, regardless of their preference.
Adam welcomes surviving old friends into his life, but kindly requests that his children be left out of the equation. He had simply seen too much of how the Dark Side can twist someone, willing or not.