I dreamed about Virantis again.. It was different this time, though. It started just walking back to the site, hiking down from Aventine. Then, when I got there, everything was rebuilt. The buildings.. the walls.. even Cedric was back in his pit. I wasn't the only one going back, either. All these other people were there. Some of them I knew, some of them I didn't. I ouldn't find Fathuran, or Vearos, or Sayon anywhere, of course... but they were all here to rebuild Virantis again....
Stone buildings stick out of sandy, rocky hills. Partially built walls surround the cluster. The hooded twi'lek goes in through the gate, trailed by her two children, she makes her way past the travel distrect.. and the trade district... and the residential district... until she reaches an all-too-familiar bunker. "Mum.. a'e we hiding again?" The girl asks. "No," the mother replies, "Not this time."
They step inside, and head don the elevator, where a tall man and an older woman are waiting. The little ones run up to the man, who stoops down to give them each a hug. The older woman is fixing something in the kitchen area behind the counter. The hooded twi'lek enters a passkey into the lock beside an old apartment door, stopping at the threshold. It's all still there.. even the herbs and hides...
Later, they're all sitting outside, having tea while sitting on top of one of the hides on the ground. The hooded twi'lek watches the citizens and patrols go by. The city sure has changed.. The feel of it has changed. It's no longer "always safe" in Virantis. The walls are half-built, the sheild is long gone, and the people here know that if they want to survive out here they'll have to fight for it. The people have changed. Even here she was a recluse, and the few she knew well here are gone. It's not the same Virantis she remembers..
Bzzzzt.. a little bug pokes at her shoulder, as a nasaly sullustian voice comes on the other end. "Nyxxxx I'm just outside the city. Where are you?"
Just as she's about to answer, the alarm sounds. It's not as scary of a sound as it would have been once. She's used to it by now. Everyone in the city readies their weapons. Even the two children find a place to hide, and grab a sniper rifle and a sackful of detonators.
INTRUDER ALERT! BZJJJT! BZJJJT! BZJJJT! A voice screams over the city comm. channel. "Everyone to the ridge! Got snowflakes coming in from the north!"
"Nyx! The city's under attack!" The sullustian exclaims over the bug-cam. "You gotta' find someplace to hide! You gotta... Nyx? NYX! YOU BETTER NOT BE COMING TO THE RIDGE!" Of course she's coming to the ridge. She reaches out an arm, and toasts two troopers with lightning. A third trooper comes at her from behind, and she turns to face it with her staff. A well-placed swing of the staff should make him see birdies for a while.. but something's wrong. Her legs buckle underneath her. She's been hit. She rolls down the ridge, through the sand, and under a low rocky overhang. She tries to get up, but can't. She just feels like laying her head down and resting. The frantic sullustian voice is still scolding and screaming over the comm., still having gotten no response. "Nyx... Nyx!! NYX?"
....and then I woke up. I don't know why Plo was there, or what the dream could have meant, or why I even had to record it. I think I'll go back there, when I can, just to see whether it's something that will come true.
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Stone buildings stick out of sandy, rocky hills. Partially built walls surround the cluster. The hooded twi'lek goes in through the gate, trailed by her two children, she makes her way past the travel distrect.. and the trade district... and the residential district... until she reaches an all-too-familiar bunker. "Mum.. a'e we hiding again?" The girl asks. "No," the mother replies, "Not this time."
They step inside, and head don the elevator, where a tall man and an older woman are waiting. The little ones run up to the man, who stoops down to give them each a hug. The older woman is fixing something in the kitchen area behind the counter. The hooded twi'lek enters a passkey into the lock beside an old apartment door, stopping at the threshold. It's all still there.. even the herbs and hides...
Later, they're all sitting outside, having tea while sitting on top of one of the hides on the ground. The hooded twi'lek watches the citizens and patrols go by. The city sure has changed.. The feel of it has changed. It's no longer "always safe" in Virantis. The walls are half-built, the sheild is long gone, and the people here know that if they want to survive out here they'll have to fight for it. The people have changed. Even here she was a recluse, and the few she knew well here are gone. It's not the same Virantis she remembers..
Bzzzzt.. a little bug pokes at her shoulder, as a nasaly sullustian voice comes on the other end. "Nyxxxx I'm just outside the city. Where are you?"
Just as she's about to answer, the alarm sounds. It's not as scary of a sound as it would have been once. She's used to it by now. Everyone in the city readies their weapons. Even the two children find a place to hide, and grab a sniper rifle and a sackful of detonators.
INTRUDER ALERT! BZJJJT! BZJJJT! BZJJJT! A voice screams over the city comm. channel. "Everyone to the ridge! Got snowflakes coming in from the north!"
"Nyx! The city's under attack!" The sullustian exclaims over the bug-cam. "You gotta' find someplace to hide! You gotta... Nyx? NYX! YOU BETTER NOT BE COMING TO THE RIDGE!" Of course she's coming to the ridge. She reaches out an arm, and toasts two troopers with lightning. A third trooper comes at her from behind, and she turns to face it with her staff. A well-placed swing of the staff should make him see birdies for a while.. but something's wrong. Her legs buckle underneath her. She's been hit. She rolls down the ridge, through the sand, and under a low rocky overhang. She tries to get up, but can't. She just feels like laying her head down and resting. The frantic sullustian voice is still scolding and screaming over the comm., still having gotten no response. "Nyx... Nyx!! NYX?"
....and then I woke up. I don't know why Plo was there, or what the dream could have meant, or why I even had to record it. I think I'll go back there, when I can, just to see whether it's something that will come true.
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