Once the authorities on the planet of Atzerri had their ships guide her little transport down to a docking area on its surface, Shayla cooled the engines of the ship, her mind mostly on autopilot as she did so. Once she was satisfied that all systems were completely shut down, Shayla turned, exited the transport, and secured it. She was almost immediately assaulted by the vendors.
"Such a lovely little transport," one stated. "But we can offer you much better, at a good price," said another.
Shayla forced herself to attend to her surroundings and waved them off, leaving the docking area and heading out into the trade planet towards a destination she had already determined.
What better place to mourn the end than where it all began?
After finding one solitary park bench in particular, somewhat away from the bustling trade but not too far, Shayla sat, numbly recalling how it was the place little Zackary had kicked his way into her attentions.
You should have been much more than that, she thought, hanging her head and drawing up into her own thoughts. Why?
Puzzling on this question, Shayla came to the only answer she could. There was no one singular person or thing to blame for his death.
It just... happened.
Shayla could remember her teaching at the Praxeum as a child about rejoicing for those who had transformed into the Force rather than mourning them.
But she should have been able to save him...
...if she were able to use the Force to do so.
The stab of guilt in her soul made her physically tremble.
She had always had the Force, if nothing else. Now even the Sith couldn't save her child with their wonderful powers and magicks...
...but why?
An answer at last presented itself.
In the Grand Spectrum of Things, said a dark voice within, The needs of your child were meaningless. Much more is at stake.
Shayla closed her eyes, a sob wracking her small frame as she gave in to her sorrows....
...as anger slowly worked its way into her heart. After all, if she had stayed on task with Graysith to begin with in order to maintain the Greater Good, instead of following her own wants and wishes...
...things might be different.
And it was this thought which brought her to memories of another day, one which she paused to think on more closely as she wiped her eyes with her hands and finally looked up, her greeny-blues darkening impossibly more.
On a day long since past, after she had given birth entirely too soon, she had demanded that Erik take her back to K'eel Doba to reunite with Graysith. He had done so reluctantly, adamantly expressing doubts concerning Graysith. In the end, she had refused to kill all non-Sith excepting Graysith, feeling betrayed, clinging to her need for Erik as if he was all she had.
Shayla unconsciously chewed her lip.
He had never wanted her to remain with Graysith, that was clear from the first time he came after her on Khar Delba, on an even longer day ago. And he eventually succeeded in seperating her from them...
...and she let him. Time and time again.
Perhaps her son would still be alive had she not.
[ 06-17-2008 10:08 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Shayla Stargazer Petrolu ]
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"Small minds think in small terms!"
~~CMH~~
(I am NOT turning to the Darkside...)