The Devout

[Dornek Thursk]

Following Dathomir, Nemeseia had immediately resolved her basic needs of sustenance and sleep. Dornek hadn’t assumed she would commit herself to so much rest after spending so long in a stasis, but he would never think to deny her wishes, nor question what she saw as necessary. His devotion was what had earned him his place as first of the devout to the Old Ones. It wasn’t the power or the fame that had kept him so unbending though, but it was all he knew. She was his Queen.

Circa Station became an ideal layover, with a need to replenish provisions. The jaunt into the volcano has demanded far more fuel than the journey intended, and while they could make it to Krayiss II, Dornek wasn’t confident they would make it back off without resupplying. A smaller, but no less important scale, Nemeseia did not have adequate clothing to be traipsing the galaxy without drawing unneeded attention. Dornek was confident she could handle herself, but he also was aware she may need time to return to the height of her power.

A cloak was taken from Sianna to hide the frame of Nemeseia, and whatever the woman otherwise chose to scavenge from the clothing of himself, Sianna, or Alastair was at her disposal. Dornek waited for her at the end of the loading ramp, finishing off the tail end of the conversation with the human dockworker. He strode away, plugging the order into his datapad. Turning back towards the loading ramp Dornek waited for his lady, to act as her escort while the rest of the crew tended to whatever personal needs they sought to fulfill in the layover.

[Nemeseia]

Nemeseia, sister.. We're coming.

Nemeseia's eyes opened slowly and the meditative field she had surrounded herself with dispersed. There was a resounding clatter as objects, that had been levitating around the room, struck the floor. She sat up, her palms pressing into the comfortable mattress in the quarters she had been assigned, her hellish stare raking her surroundings as more recent memories flooded in to replace the old. Her feet slid to the floor and she rose, gathering the miscellaneous clothing articles that had been amassed between the transport's crew for her use. She dressed methodically but quickly, lastly draping a cloak around her shoulders and pulling its attached hood up over her rich mane of auburn hair.

The door to the captain's chamber flung open with a flick of her fingers and she alighted outside the threshold, tapping into the Force and latching onto Dornek's presence within it to guide her. The bustling sounds of the dock beyond filtered into the ship through the elongated loading ramp, her brows knitting as a headache crept around behind her eyes. Solid steps guided her down the ramp's length and she made her way to the Devout leader's side.

She stopped only briefly, tilting her head back to observe his face from beneath the shadows of her cowl. Handsome and efficient, loyal, genuine. The Force had surely sent her a General worthy of her awakening.

"My sister... she calls to me. Are we expecting that she and Fenris will be rendezvousing with us on Krayiss II?" She asked, turning and continuing toward the exit of the bay they had docked in.

[Dornek Thursk]

Her soft but commanding stride across the durasteel deck of the ship was the first thing to warn him of her impending approach. He waited placidly as she moved down the ramp, his head bowing discretely. “My Queen.” He whispered. To him, she was deserving of so much more reverence, but he didn’t wish to risk an unnecessary draw of attention by treating her like the nobility she was. Instead he kept his reverence to hushed tones and restrained motions, as difficult as it might be.

“We are.” He had made brief contact with the other team to inform them of their status, specifically the need to resupply so they would know to expect their delayed arrival. It still astounded him the level of power she held, that even across such a vast distance she was able to commune with her sister, no matter that she had been forced into a state of stasis for so long. She transcended the boundaries of what was presumed possible. “If I might be so bold, your containment was presumably far more challenging to overcome. The reason for our delay, but it will give you the chance to see the state of the galaxy, walk among those who will be your subjects one day.” So confident was he that she would return to former glories, a goddess among men.

She began the walk out of the bay, and he fell into a flanking stride. Dark eyes cut in all directions at all times, searching for any potential threats. “I’m glad you were able to find adequate clothing. We will find you something more befitting your stature while we are here though.” For him, it was a more militaristic look, though that was kept hidden behind a black and white patterned poncho. Beneath it was a form fitting black T, with a blaster strapped at his lower back just above dark grey tactical pants tucked into calf high black boots.

“Supplies needed for our ship will be assembled and delivered within an hour and won’t require us to seek them out individually. Our focus will be garments for you, weapons if we see fit, and any other personal experiences you would wish to indulge in.” He cast a brief glance towards Nemeseia, appraising her approval or disapproval with the detour.