False Futures … OR is it? @ 07:00 pm
Current Mood: scared
Who: Mara; CLOSED to others
What: Dreaming… Eliza playing with Mara’s pretty little head.
Where: Mara’s quarters.
When: During the week while she’s trying to figure out how she wants to handle Hassla.
Mara slept, tossing and turning; Images piercing her brain, first coming in little bits, but then forming coherent fragments that were understandable. It was a dream; she was standing in the throne room. Behind her sat Lord Nero, and his queen Darth Cynn. The rest of the court sat in there respective places, some of the face unfamiliar to her; Mara recognized her own face, standing glaring at the door, in front of those sitting on the pair of thrones. However the blond woman appeared older, worn, an evil smirk planted on her lips. She wore tight black leather outfit, complete with gloves, and a black robes, a lightsaber hanging at her side. She took notice of its design, different than the one she wielded now; this new one had engravings of tribal designs along its handle, similar to the ones in her tattoos.
A young Sith knight was dragged through the door by two red crimson guards, and thrown at Mara’s feet. She snarled at him, “Get up!” She yelled, angrily. And then she glanced back at Nero that was just watching, a pleasing smile on his face. The knight stumbled up, tears in his eyes, “Please, Lord Nero, I didn’t mean it. I … I wasn’t… it wasn’t what you thought.” The man shook his head, eyeing Mara.
“NO, he isn’t goin’ ta do anything for you.” She began staring at the knight. “You, THINK, you would free them… escape…how dare you!” The Knight stared at the rest of the Court, none moving, “Don’t… they won’t help you.” The man was frightened, fear filled him. Mara felt it, it was overpowering. “Darth Bane… I’m sorry. Just, give me another chance… and… I promise I won’t do it again.” He spoke to Mara. A sly smirk curled her lips, she wasn’t going to give him a chance, but, something else came to her mind. And she snapped her fingers, and the guards brought in three tied and bound Jedi. All looked weak and tired, her eyes scanned them, and Mara gasped in her sleep, for she recognized one.
“Kill them… ALL… and I might spare you.” She laughed wickedly, and then added, “… Maybe.” The knight hesitated, staring at the woman Jedi, and immediately Mara knew why he didn’t move. He loved the girl, and that only made the older woman angry, though it was expected. And she moved forward grabbing the woman by the hair dragging her forward. “No, Darth Bane… Don’t!” The knight yelled.
Mara broke from the images and dream, and she sat up in bed. Crying; was that what was to become of her? Was that real? Would she really have Rihadon killed? She hated dreams, hated them, so very badly. It felt like a could be future, it wouldn’t be the first she dreamt of things to come. But, why show her that? Why would Nero take Jedi prisoners? Was it real, or someone else’s doing? She glanced around her room with paranoia.