Siviala L'kor

*"It wasn't good! I can't even lift oil and dust without nearly collapsing!" - Siviala to Kirat*é Norrobe after using the force.

## Siviala L'kor

### Relatives

Meina L'kor: Mother (Deceased)Nuran Toron: Father (Unknown)

Lasmia Toron: Sister

### Affiliation

The Jedi OrderThe RepublicThe Triumph Conclave

## Early Life/Young Age

Siviala was born in Coruscant in the undercity, she lived with her Mother in her workshop, she repaired weapons and armour to local gangs for protection, unlike others she wasn't scammed or threatened by the gangs, her mother was called Meina. Her father however she never met, according to her mother, he worked in the Republic Forces and used to send deliveries through systems. She didn't have many friends that were her age and didn't really come into contact with many people, her best friend was an R3 model droid that she called Clunky.

## Clunky

Clunky was the best R3 model droid in the world, Siviala didn't see him as a mindless servant or a rust bucket, she saw him as a person, attending to his needs when possible. Siviala would feed him leftover and wasted oil from her mother's workshop and made sure that he was always squeaky clean. However Clunky couldn't co-operate as well as a normal droid, he could not speak or make his bippity bop noises; so instead Clunky would make clangs or clunking noises with his support wheel, he sometimes would bang his head against a wall or bump into objects such as tables to make his noises. Siviala quickly adjusted to these noises and it was like morse code, as long as she could understand him, Clunky didn't have a care in the world.

## The Accident

When Siviala was about 14 years old and understood a little bit more about the world and consequences, her mother took her out into the city in a Taxi, Siviala was amazed by the city and only remembered glimpses of it...However around a quarter of the journey in the Taxi a blaster bolt hit the driver, the Taxi steered out of the traffic and into a nearby building. Siviala survived with some minor injuries to her arm, however her Mother smacked her head against the front and never woke up...She was dead.

Siviala cried and panicked for a few minutes when a Jedi lifted the taxi gently down to a nearby platform, he took Siviala in, leaving Clunky in a locked workshop alone. They never really talked about what happened, Siviala stayed away from others up to the present day where she joined the Triumph's Conclave.

## Jedi Training

Siviala didn't get much training in terms of being a Jedi, she learned how to do basic force pushes and how to wield a lightsaber, many other Jedi or Padawans sensed she was weak in the force and could only do basic things, many didn't talk or interact with her, so Siviala did what she knew best. She stuck with the Droids.

During Jedi Training, Siviala was always stressed, she couldn't keep up with the other younglings and always used to shout, "I didn't ask for all of this!" Siviala always thought of having the force as a curse, but she had no where else to go, with her mother gone and her father no where to be found, Siviala continued to train, no matter how weak she was.

## Jedi Trials

Siviala did terribly in her trials, upon learning forms in Jedi Training, Siviala had only concentrated on Form IV- Ataru, Siviala was most used to the acrobatic maneuvers of this form despite her clumsiness. Siviala relied on lightsaber combat, it was the only thing that could keep her alive in a fight. Siviala ended up doing two trials that would put her to her limits.

The Trial of Spirit and The Trial of Courage.

## Trial of Courage.

Siviala was placed in a large chamber with no light, the door was shut behind her and she stood in a pitch black room with only a dim-lighted training saber. Siviala was tasked to escape this room before many droids (with commands and data that set them to hunt down any living force in the room within a given proximity) found her and either badly wounded her, this made Siviala nervous, she knew there was droids in here and Siviala was very sensitive about droid rights and personalities...Even if they were just metal with electronics. Siviala begun her walk around the chamber, she'd walk in one direction trying to find a wall but to no avail, as Siviala walked she felt like the room was never ending, this was when she looked to the left, about 6 glowing small eyes were gleaming towards her, Siviala would be worried for a second but her first signal to run was presented to her when the eyes turned from a soft amber glow to a crimson red, heading towards her faster each second she waited, Siviala ran, she didn't no where to run.

Siviala had been running for who knows how long, when she spun around herself to check the darkness that enveloped every fiber of her being and there was no lights, no eyes; that's when Siviala stopped, it had been so long since she had taken a breather and Siviala stood there, hands on knees panting like she had just been drowning to the brink of death and finally found air. She'd look all around here, waiting for minutes and then start to walk again, the chamber never ending. When she realised that she didn't need to keep running, she'd stop and think for a second, 'How come this trial hasn't ended?' But Siviala already knew the answer, this was a trial of courage, all Siviala had been doing was running and not from the droids, as she'd look around her in the darkness, Siviala would notice one crucial thing, her worst fear:

She was **alone.**

Siviala had been sick of being alone, having no one to count on anymore, that was her fear, she didn't have to be scared of the droids, she just had to face her fear of loneliness.

Siviala sat down, closing her eyes and tried to reach out to the force, calling out every memory of when she had been alone, she'd start to meditate but lost concentration when she felt herself falling in thin air, when Siviala opened her eyes, she was heading straight downwards towards a street highway. The highway her mother died on.

(Continues in section: Trial Of Spirit.)

## Trial Of Spirit

Siviala watched the highway zoom past as she fell, how did she end up here? Were these her last moments? Siviala screamed as the highway got closer and closer and she met with full contact into a Taxi, surprisingly Siviala just bounced off the Taxi like it was inflatable, falling backwards flat onto her bum on a concrete floor, scenes of her past all around her, joyous moments with her mother, the time when she first used the force and then the moments of tragedy and the slow descent to isolation. Siviala would look away from the images, she couldn't face them, this was all to real yet she felt like she was dreaming at the same time. Was she being punished?! Siviala just curled up into a ball and didn't look to anything, closing off her connection to the force for a moment, this is when a hand touched her shoulder, when she turned around Siviala was back in the Temple, in the hallway sat at the door of the chamber she was sent into.

Siviala looked up at the Jedi Master who had touched her shoulder, he sighed heavily and shaked his head at Siviala, she only knew this as one thing.

She **failed**.

## Trial After-Math

After the trials, Siviala was devastated, she was still a padawan and watched alone with watery eyes as all her fellow padawans rose to the rank of Jedi Knight, however despite all this, Siviala got back on her feet like always, heading to her room to study, she couldn't let this drag her down, she just had to try harder next time...If there was ever a next time.

## Nar Shaddaa

Shatyriana Walker and Captain Curnov ventured to Nar Shaddaa with Siviala, hoping to all find what they were looking for during their time there. However they all got a bit side tracked and for a while spent time in a Casino, trying to find slot machines. Shatyriana found this entertaining and joyous, a break from all their work. Siviala didn't quite enjoy it as much, it was fun to be with them both but it was noisy, full of people and very distracting as well.

## Tatooine

Siviala travelled to Tatooine with Shatyriana Walker for various missions, while Siviala was looking for information on a plagued Jedi, Shatyriana and her interrogated Jawas, searched various Cantinas for information and moaned at the heat, they sat in a Cantina for a while, catching up and discussing mission plans on each individuals assignments.

## Personality

### Before The Conclave

Siviala used to be a very shy and insecure person, she was clumsy and tended to avoid contact with others, keeping quiet and not really talking to anyone. This was due to her past and being locked in a workshop alone with just a droid and then when she was finally free, Siviala was trapped again by the insults and judgement of others. Often isolated she'd be awkward and stutter when people spoke to her or asked questions. Upon joining the Conclave she stayed like this until she became friends with most people in the Conclave, considering them as family and people she could trust.

### Present

Siviala has come a long way in terms of maturity and her personality upon joining the Conclave. While she started off shy, she began to warm up to people and realise that speaking and interacting with others shouldn't be as hard as she thought it was. Siviala is a more caring person; she will stop at nothing to protect the ones she loves and to also put them before herself. However, although Siviala has become more caring she can be quite ruthless to some who either hurt her friends or any member of the Conclave. Siviala can still be clumsy at times but doesnt get as embarrassed about it.

Now that Siviala has witnessed death and pain, she often hides her own pains, trying to block it out so she can concentrate more on keeping others safe. She tries her best to be strong and so far it seems to work out for her, she takes it one step at a time, physically and mentally; however there are times where she wishes just to let it all out, in actions of sadness or anger or complete exhaustion. This can be dangerous as she starts to bottle up everything, if she can't carry anything else, she could snap at any moment in terms of emotion.

### Jedi Knight

Siviala was amazed when she was promoted to Jedi Knight, a rank that she thought inside that she could never attain. Becoming a Jedi Knight was a huge honour, when Isakale asked her to step forward, Siviala thought she had done something horribly wrong by accident, but when Isakale stated that she was to be promoted and risen to the rank of Jedi Knight, Siviala felt honoured and not at all nervous inside, that moment was pure bliss for Siviala, as Master Sharok ignited his lightsaber, she felt a tinge of worry, Siviala had still not made her lightsaber, the tool of a Jedi. Sharok knighted her and smiled down at her, Siviala felt like she should've applauded Sharok, he was so nervous and Siviala knew that must've been a hard thing for him to do. She could relate on a lower scale.

As the meeting ended Siviala knew she had to get things done and prove that she was worthy of the rank of Jedi Knight, Siviala swore to herself that she couldn't get as frozen up and clumsy anymore...

She had to be strong within, she had achieved this rank even after her miserable trials. She couldn't lose this chance, not again.

## The Lightsaber

Siviala was knelt over a fountain, the parts glowing above the water as she constructed her lightsaber. Siviala had a surge of force within her after Master Geralt's guidance. As Siviala sat and constructed her weapon, she thought of everyone she felt close to within the Triumph's conclave. She thought of her mother, the times they spent cooped up in a workshop, Siviala should have realised sooner, all she needed to do was connect to the past, accept the fact her mother was gone and move on with her life like she would've wanted her to.

Siviala connected piece by piece, making the hilt, small and light yet sturdy, black as oil from her small droid creations. Siviala connected them all, until they made the perfect hilt for her, all that was left was the kyber crystal, a crystal as blue as water with sunlight reflecting off. Siviala was sweating by now, she was getting tired, but she kept enduring and pushing onward, Siviala was so close. As Siviala slotted in her crystal, she sealed it with a small black square.

She had done it, she had made:

A Lightsaber.

## The Force

The one thing Siviala regrets having. The reason her mother died. The reason she feels isolated with force users. The reason she was taken from her home. The reason Clunky was left behind.

However she has come to terms with all this thanks to a Jedi Master named Zendarr when he took her to a group of Voss Mystics who helped her come to terms with these events.

The Voss Mystics also weakened a problem that Siviala has been dealing with, ever since she had the force. The pain, the stress on her body, the vomiting and the coughing of blood whenever she used the force too much. Most of it was gone. Siviala can now use basic and some advanced force techniques without much difficulty, the stress was less and there was only a slight nip in her stomach.

However she can still become severely weak or wounded when over-exerting herself with the force. The problem isn't gone.

It's weakened.

## Blood-Drippings

Siviala fell silent as the dark dressed man who was apparently 'not' a Sith fell to the ground. Blood had spewed along the side of the crates and then along to the floor. She couldn't get the image of the blood dripping downwards off the edge of the crate into the tiny puddle that had formed.

Siviala felt confused and utterly distressed, Isakale and Geralt walked off without a care in the world...Like it was natural. Whilst Siviala remained quiet and shocked, staring at the body with horror in her eyes, she was not alone. Amidst the terror of what had just happened she heard Rosh-Anne calling her name. It sounded far and distant even though she was standing right next to Siviala. When she finally realised what was going on, Siviala snapped out of it. She glanced towards Rosh-Anne and then back towards the body, "Was this my fault?" Siviala muttered, she turned towards Rosh-Anne again and her eyes began to fill with water, she had held back the tears knowing that she wouldn't be able to stop if she started. Siviala was comforted by Rosh-Anne and she tried her best to comfort her back, when Siviala decided it was time to head back and rest, someone who had been involved made their way back to them.

Sharok'Vivi. Siviala watched as he stared at the body and then slumped sideways against a pillar, she walked up to him and watched his awkward sitting position, she explained as best as she could that it wasn't Sharok's fault, that he didn't need to be upset about it. He replied along the lines of, "But I didn't try to stop it." This left Siviala silent and she decided to leave, stating one last time that it wasn't Sharok's fault.

As Siviala walked up, a large lump formed in her throat as she held back the urge to break down.

The blood still echoing it's droplets in her ears.

## The Nightmare

Siviala fell asleep, still thinking about the murder. She was sick to death about it and just decided to try and forget about it. She'd then fall unconscious, the previous days catching up to her.

That's when the fast images hit her.

Siviala saw a repeated scene of a lightsaber cutting into the flesh of a man, the sparks flying as blood poured out. It then hastily changed to a skeletel hand with torn skin, after this there was a single wisp of dirty white hair falling on to a concrete floor.

Siviala would wake up with a start, Coruscant Prime was just rising above the skyline of Coruscant's towers and city buildings. She'd be breathing quickly and heavily, her heart racing. She'd take a moment to calm down, her eyes would be sunken and her body felt heavy.

She had no idea what happened but she knew this wasn't just an ordinary nightmare.

## The Rotting

Siviala stared in horror as the man in front of her pulled out his force-infused weapon from the janitor's corpse, so young and innocent...As she turned and saw her favourite mechanic rotting away against a wall the man turned towards her and spoke words and riddles that she couldn't understand, he had taken his helmet off and his dirty white hair...The colour...She had seen that colour before. Scenes of the wisp falling to the ground flashed in her mind as the man spoke, Siviala felt misplaced, she wasn't in the right world and she felt out of her body, she heard herself firing questions at him, terrified of how he had done this. But all she could think about was the vision, then the man spoke of her lightsaber, she felt the grip of it and had returned to her body...She couldn't think of the vision at the moment, she couldn't think straight and her head was banging. As the man asked, "For what purpose do you draw your lightsaber?" Siviala could only reply bluntly.

"Fear."

She spoke without meaning nor cause, her tiredness getting to her, she couldn't think straight...That's when reinforcements arrived.

Master Zendarr and Shatyriana Walker.

Siviala looked back to the corpses and then to Shatyriana, she felt protective, she knew that this man was capable of so much more than just killing two people, the way Zoeita's flesh was torn and wilting.

Siviala resumed a defensive position in front of Shatyriana, she knew that she couldn't let anything happen to her friend...Although it was wrong, she did not care for this man named Zendarr, all she wanted to do was make sure the person she cared most about in the medical bay that was alive would stay that way.

## Bone Fragments #1

She felt the bone hit her, the pain unbearable as it flung her across the sand like a rag-doll, her stomach churned and her thigh blared out with pain, something lodged into it. Siviala would lay on the ground, unable to breathe, she'd look around at the situation unfolding, Sharok was in a clash with the mysterious lightning force user, whilst Shatyriana was unconscious nearby, Khomin and Fiffren recovering from Sharok's force push that saved them. Siviala would over-stress her body, she hadn't slept in two days and as she attempted to get Shatyriana to a safer position she felt an extreme pain in her head, it throbbed so much and then her mind and body gave way as she hit the sand, falling unconscious.

## Debris

Siviala looked around, debris and fire was falling from the ceiling. She couldn't see too much of what was going on, she was on the floor and all around her fire blared and sparks lit up the dark areas as they fizzled to life. She was in the powerbase, on a carpet that had no shield. As Siviala looked towards the end of the hallway, she could see a man, his dirty white hair flowing down his shoulders and back. She knew who he was, and before she had time to react, her eyes would be filled with pure light, she gasped as she saw Khomin's face whilst he shook her vigorously, "Khomin?"

## Bone Fragments #2

Siviala was helped up by Khomin, she looked around and saw that everyone seemed to be okay, as she got up she'd look down to where she felt pain. On the glistening sand below her, the grains were stained crimson, she looked across the floor until she saw a long shattered piece of white protruding from her upper thigh. Siviala took grip of the fragment and ripped it out, she held her left hand to where the wound was in hopes of stopping any further bleeding or blood loss.

Siviala looked down, she could see Shatyriana also recovering, stating, "Where's Sharok?" With a sluggish voice. Siviala looked around, along a skeletal spine of an unknown dragon-type creature, she spotted a figure that was lain along the sand, also unconscious. She assumed it was Sharok. Khomin and Fiffren went to see if he was okay while Siviala stood with Shatyriana.

When Khomin and Fiffren returned, Sharok was flung over Khomin's shoulder. Siviala was concerned but knew that the only thing they could do right now was get off Tatooine, so the group did exactly that. Khomin carried the unconscious Sharok while Shatyriana and Fiffren walked along the sands.

Siviala limping behind.

## The Wrecked Home

Siviala had left Kirate in a Kolto Tank back at the powerbase. She had left an unconscious Sharok alone at the medical bay as far as she knew. As Siviala headed through the elevator to her home entrance, she stopped. Siviala looked around and then out the window, she could feel the bags under her eyes, they were sunken and dark. When she walked, Siviala could feel the wound in her thigh, now sealed and bandaged yet still aching...

She'd limp her way to her room and sit on her bed, placing her face in her hands and moaning. Where had that clumsy girl gone? Where had the innocent and non-worrying girl gone? Siviala sat on her bed looking at her knees, realising how much she had changed over the time of her joining the Conclave. She was confused and worried, death seemed to be surrounding her wherever she went...Maybe that man was right? The only thing that exists and is true is destruction. Siviala didn't know any more. As she sat on her bed thinking about the deaths, she put two and two together; she had a force vision of this man and deaths he caused, the weapon...The hair....The rotting flesh, Siviala had a warning and she didn't take it, maybe if she had realised it sooner she could've spoke up about the mission. Yet again, she felt that it was her fault.

Siviala stood up, she unclipped her lightsaber and took a deep breath, water welling up in her eyes. She ignited her saber and took a horizontal slash to the right, slicing her datacron in half. Siviala would then head over to a couch, flailing widely at it whilst crying and screaming, she then let go of her lightsaber as she slashed upwards, it would glide along the wall cutting it and then fall to the floor, de-igniting. Siviala fell to her feet, letting everything out, crying and mumbling to herself, she curled up on the floor and breathed heavily.

She then slowly but surely fell asleep in her now wrecked room on the cold metallic floor.

## The Collapse

The scene repeated in Siviala's mind, the rotting of walls and ageing of support pillars, somehow crumbling away. Debris was everywhere and Siviala's vision had come true as the man named Avaketh tore her newfound home apart. Sometimes when Siviala tried to sleep she could feel her head throbbing or the weakness of her limbs, that point where she felt on the edge of death, however she knew it wasn't real, she was still alive. As she lay in her ship as she travelled through hyperdrive to Tatooine she could almost hear the distant screams of Shatyriana as her leg was rotted away, the horrifying ringing in her ears from when she slammed against several weak walls, she felt weightless like she did when she was on Geralt's back.

Siviala was losing her sanity. All of the above repeating over and over again in her head, her mind was messing with her. The only thing that made her realise that it was all just a mind trick, her mind playing games on her, was the slight stiffness in her left thigh as a small piece of bone fragment was still lodged inside of her. The thought of her friends kept her going as well, and the thought of visions. She was getting the hang of them and realised that she couldn't give up now, not when she managing to help others with it, the only thing she was helpful with in fact was the visions; her force was weak and she could barely hurt a fly in combat.

So Siviala lay, on the bridge between insanity and sanity, hoping to cross to one side and not be stuck in between in befuddlement forever.

## Hope On The Horizon

Siviala watched the twin Suns, they were in perfect harmony as the Tatooine breeze cooled her down from the unbearable heat. The sand below glimmered in the rising Suns. It was a scene of hope, a new start. Siviala stood looking over their new base of operations, the new home and she smiled, because despite everything that had happened there was still one sign.

"Hope." Siviala muttered softly

## Leaving the Order

"Then I quit." Siviala said bluntly to the Jedi Master named Zendarr, she had spun on her heels and headed towards the door to the to-be council room. Even though it was a short walk, it felt like forever...So many things were rushing through her head at once, "Why are you doing this?", "This is the right thing to do.", "People aren't just tools for war.", "Is this a mistake?". Siviala kept walking, every step beholding a new statement or question in her mind; when she found herself now in the room, not realising she had travelled through the open doors that were now shutting behind her, Siviala would slump against the nearest wall, laughing maniacally even though she wanted to cry. This was it, she was finally going insane. Siviala took a moment to breathe deeply while she heard Elledan's muffled voice in the background, she wasn't concentrating on what was around her, she was too confused to comprehend what was going on and what she had done.

But Siviala did know one thing for certain.

She was no longer a Jedi.

## Avaketh's Will

"Stand, I command you." Avaketh spoke with authority, Siviala stood, not in control of her own body, she felt out of place as she stood, like she was trapped inside a cage, not able to do anything, watching through somebody else's eyes

"Perhaps you chose the worst of two fates." Avaketh stated as he turned and walked away from her. Siviala wasn't thinking of her fever, in fact she didn't even know if it was there anymore...What had she done? He gave her two options, to either submit or perish and she played right into his hands, she did as he wanted even before he placed his hand over her and made a connection, making her a puppet to his will. What had he called it...A shadow crown, something that he was using to now control her. Siviala stood alone as she watched him disappear into the distance.

She knew she had made a grave mistake and Siviala had no idea how to fix it, she chose to perish first, but chose to submit in the end. Siviala didnt want to die, she wasn't ready, the thought of not being able to see her friends again almost drove her to tears, she didn't want to die with her last sight being Avaketh. Siviala wanted to die with the people she cared about, being able to look into their eyes and say goodbye without a second thought. But life was unfair; Siviala stood alone, thinking about this long after Avaketh had left...

Siviala was left with the same two options as before.

Siviala could submit and serve Avaketh's Will. Or she could perish defying him.

## A Reminder

Siviala sat with Alastar, listening to his words whilst holding the green crystal, she felt the force flowing through both her and the object in her hand, feeling the warmth, the kindness, the safety... Siviala felt as if she was in her mother's workshop safe and sound from the outside world, however there was a slight chill at the back of all this, all this safety with a cold sensation. A pit in her stomach.

Siviala let go of the crystal after answering some questions. Alastar then revealed the truth about the crystal. It was nothing. Just a simple crystal... The feelings, the sensations that Siviala felt were in fact herself. Her true self.

Alastar then decided to get some rest, Siviala was able to keep the crystal so whenever she was in doubt, she could remind herself of who she truly is and what she is truly like.

When Alastar got up and left, Siviala stood alone on the balcony, the temperature quite relaxing and warm with a slightly cool breeze. Siviala decided to lay down and curl up on the bench behind her. She fell into a state of sleep, gripping tightly onto the small crystal.

## Out of Time

Siviala was stood alone. All around her was black, she could hear the sound of a tick, like a clock...

When she turned she saw a white humanoid in the distance amidst the oblivion she was standing in, the shape would speak with a articulated tone however it sounded distant, the clock still ticking.

"Water." Upon the first word, Siviala would look to her feet, water would slowly be rising, very cold. The water would rise quickly and Siviala would be completely under the rising water, she could feel it filling her lungs until...

"Air." Siviala would still be under the water, unable to move or swim upwards however she'd be able to breathe. She could feel herself being swept along by a sudden current, away from the white figure, the clock still ticking and the voice still speaking.

"Earth." With this Siviala would suddenly slam into a wall, it was vertical but then the black space she was in would turn horizontally, the water she was in would drain into the ground, the soil.

"Fire." Siviala would watch as a flash, in what she presumed was the sky in the dark area she was, appear. The flash would then form into a bright sphere of flames, licking and attacking the darkness around it.

Siviala would look towards the soil below her, she could feel air coming from the it. Just when she thought it was over; water would start to rise from the earth in bubbles, heading to the sky with the help of a gentle breeze. She watched in amazement as bubbles floated upwards towards the empty black sky above...It was beautiful but it felt unsafe...Siviala could still hear the sound of ticking. It was getting louder and louder, it seemed to be behind her.

Siviala would begin to turn but about halfway her eyes would open hastily, she'd look across the balcony, feeling the soft cloth of the bench below her. She would groan and rise up to a sitting position, rubbing her eyes. She felt exhausted, like the dream drained her physically and mentally. That's when Siviala realised that it wasn't a dream.

It was a vision.

## Imperials

Siviala stormed off, away from Darwel, away from Vessik and away from Grehiko... It seemed to start becoming quite common for Siviala to be talking with the Imperials at the base. First Grehiko, then Vessik and now this piece of scum named Darwel. She didn't understand them and she hated it, no matter how hard she tried they always seemed to keep beating themselves up. Always moping.

Siviala was annoyed, annoyed at the fact they thought killing was the way to go, because unfortunately, killing was the only thing that kept this miserable galaxy running apparently and she wanted to change that as much as she could, even if it was just a few people. However the imperials she had tried to convince over and over again, try to understand...Well it just didn't work out, she didn't feel like she was helping. I mean Siviala was happy that Grehiko was starting to change his ways, he seemed conflicted though, between the light and the dark.

But who was she to judge? She didn't know what these people had been through or what they thought about her. All she could do was wait and see how it played out, offering her advice and sympathies to each and every one of them while they stayed in the powerbase.

## Council Meeting

Siviala listened as they decided the plan, Grehiko would have changed his vote to the most desperate and insane plan she had ever heard of to break the tie...Crashing ships into two people to make sure they were dead. This was ridiculous, even Sharok was agreeing to this plan, listening to the madness of the Sith named Darwel. He was desperate and this was his last card he was going to play, that was at least the most obvious thing about Darwel.

Siviala was ashamed in Geralt and ashamed in Sharok as well for choosing this, surely they still were sane as well? Or was she the only sane person left in the powerbase?!

She understood why Grehiko changed his vote, deciding that a duel shouldn't take place, deciding that fighting amongst ourselves was a waste of time. However Siviala had a slight regret, she kind of hoped she could go back in time to where Darwel proposed the duel, so she could stand up against him and try and beat him into sense. But alas Siviala knew she wouldn't have been able to win, so she walked out of the council room in an even more agitated mood.

## The Miraluka

It was nice, having someone to talk to...Gel'dun wasn't complaining and with everything that had been going on, Siviala needed to talk to someone, let it all out, someone who wasn't being troubled by the business of the powerbase.

When they talked he had admitted that she had gotten drunk the night before, apparently they kissed but she couldn't remember anything of the event...Kissing...Huh? Siviala hadn't really thought about anything like that in a long time. Relationships were just a distraction and she needed to make sure her friends were okay and doing well, being there whenever she was needed. Yet his words spoke truth, she had been concentrating more on everyone else and hadn't even had time to think about what she was doing with herself.

Gel'dun gave her a choice, considering some of the conversations they had about each others past, he seemed like a nice enough person. His choice was basically a simple, "Will you be in a relationship with me?" And given the circumstances, Siviala needed something normal, no force business or Imperials, no Tartorian and no work. So she said yes and that was that. She cuddled him for a while, continuing to talk and before she knew it, she was asleep.

The next morning Siviala had woken up on Gel'dun's lap quite contempt, he was stroking through her hair and watching over her while she slept. For once in a couple of weeks Siviala felt something she hadn't felt in a while.

A sense of safety. A sense of security.

## Renuald and Jane

He had bloodshot eyes, duller than usual eyes and a sunken face, Renuald had been having nightmares that drove him to a point where he decided to get drunk to the point where he looked like he had just crawled out of a bottomless pit and seen light for the first time.

"Am I a good person Siv?" Renuald had asked this and Siviala's answer had been obvious, "Of course you are. From what I've seen anyway." After this he had enlightened her with his past, pointing out every single negative thing he had done, the choices he made, haunting his very soul.

Then she was told about Jane, the medic in his squadron, a woman who seemed like the very pure aspect of innocence. Even as drunk as he was, Renuald had a light yet sorrow tone in his voice, letting out everything that he had been hiding. This woman seemed to be the very light and happiness to Renuald's life. He ended his story...The way she caught the grenade and launched herself to save Renuald, sacrificing herself...

Renuald thought himself a terrible person, bad. Yet if Jane saw so much good in him, to the point where she would sacrifice her life for him, then Siviala needed Renuald to see that, so he didn't live in pain any longer and just moved on with his life... Because Jane would want that, she wouldn't want him to live in regret and sorrow for the rest of his days.

## A Shooting

"Did you do this?!" Siviala had worry and rage in her voice.

"No, I advise you step out of the way or this boy will die." The Guard replied.

Siviala boarded the medical shuttle, heading to the station alongside an injured Zaajo at the edge of death and a Guard that she was already starting to dislike. Once in the station, Zaajo was taken to the medical-bay where he was treated until his condition was stable... Siviala stood outside, the light had gone green and the Guard had gone in to question Zaajo; questioning a patient after they have just recovered seemed like a perfect idea...Not.

Siviala sat down, waiting with Shatyriana and Gel'dun, yet Shatyriana had to leave, heading out of the station and leaving a worried Siviala with an angry and comforting Gel'dun. Though it must have been for the best, she didn't want Shatyriana getting caught up in what she was about to do.

Siviala stormed into the medical-bay where the questioning was taking place, she was ready to give her opinion on how inefficient the law was.

"Are you seriously trying to question a seventeen year old who has just recovered from being shot in the chest twice? Because you aren't going to get answers out of a frightened kid."

The guard replied with an argument about this being the law, Siviala and the Guard were in a heated debate about both Zaajo and the law...In the end Siviala threatened the Guard, ready to carry Zaajo out of this godforsaken police station and let the woman in front of her rot in a corner for all she cared. The Guard called for reinforcements. When Siviala and Gel'dun were just about to carry Zaajo and take him out by force, Captain Holt arrived with another fellow Guard she could not recognise.

Siviala decided to take a more calm yet cunning way to get out of this situation. She framed the Guard by stating,

"This woman here is refusing to let me take my friend home after she shot him in the chest! All because she wanted to catch a criminal. I saw it with my very own eyes, the criminal grabbed Zaajo, taking him hostage and using him as a human meat-shield, your fellow Guard here cared more about catching him then caring for a citizen, so she shot...Guess what? She missed and he got away, leaving an innocent bystander bleeding on the floor."

Captain Holt fell for this, "Such circumstances make our job hard...Take him and leave, I'm not wasting medical equipment on Zaajo anyway, you sort him out." She'd point to the other Guard near the medical-bed, "I'll have words with you later. Now both you force-users get out, because of the situation I will let you off, however next time I hear that you've threatened one of the Guard, it won't go down like this."

Siviala nodded, "I understand, thank you." Gel'dun picked up Zaajo while Siviala did her best to heal him using the force, keeping his condition stable at least. He was placed in the medical-bay back on Tatooine in the powerbase and from there treated by the doctor named Norrian.

## A Tour of Coruscant

Siviala glared as Isakale stormed off, what the hell was her problem with Imperials, she hadn't been around for ages anyway so why was she getting to judge what we were doing back at the powerbase...She didn't even know a quarter of the situation.

Siviala walked off with Vessik into Justicar territory, obviously she was agitated but she tried not to aim any of that towards Vessik as she spoke, most of the time just asking him questions about what the Empire was like and how he found the Republic. She hoped that he saw the difference in a positive light, hoped he wasn't tricking her to try and get information on the state of Coruscant for the Empire...However all of this were just worries and hopeful possibilities, beside, Siviala hadn't yet a reason not to trust Vessik, he was lost, that's all.

They headed back to the Coruscant Spaceport, the whole time Siviala was wondering what was going on inside Vessik's head, what he saw and if he saw anything better in the Republic, something that would sway his mind away from the Empire, from what she had heard in their conversations, he was devoted to it, loyal to the end, yet he seemed emotionless. Siviala wanted him to be able to make his own life, have his own aspirations and dreams...Not some conditioning and lies the Empire had spilled into him.

Finally when they had gotten back to Tatooine, there tour had ended, yet she wished that he had been able to see more than just the Senate Tower, the Dealer's Den and the Justicar Gang Territory.

## Skills and Abilities. (Feats)

**Stealth:** Siviala is very quiet and can slip by unnoticed very easily, this is because she is so nervous and is used to avoiding human contact so it's become a natural thing for her. Also because she is weak in the force, many Jedi or Sith or other force-sensitive users won't sense her as easily.

**Droid Making:** Siviala is very creative and handy when it comes to droids, she knows how they work and how they feel even as a machine, Siviala makes little prototypes in her spare time, some are smaller than mouse droids and can still function quite easily. She creates AI modules; this shows her advanced skill in circuitry and programming, however she tends not to share this.

**Isolation:** Siviala was very isolated when she was younger, she can find people unpredictable and doesn't know how others work emotionally/mentally, this could affect her ability to determine whether someone could suddenly get violent, leaving defences down before a fight.

**Fluent Droid:** Siviala can speak fluent droid, using beeping noises to send morse code to other droids, she is able to find out the latest information in the area from nearby droids.

**Protective Sacrifice:** Siviala often wants to help out and protect her friends; in combat when a friend of hers is about to be attacked, Siviala will jump out and try to defend them, either successfully blocking the attack or being hit by the attack instead of the target.

**Distraction:** Siviala can often distract a person within a group or delaying a fight very well. An example of this is when Siviala distracted a man named Mustaphos while her friends took out their lightsabers.

**Naturally Acrobatic:** When Siviala was younger and in the workshop, she usually didn't have much to do. So most of the time she'd be doing cart wheels and flips as a challenge and activity.

**Force Visions:** Siviala often gets force visions however she is still learning how they work and what she can do to either alter or prevent them.

## Relationships

Shatyriana Walker - Siviala feels the most comfortable around Shatyriana Walker, she means a lot to her as she was the first person she met upon joining the Conclave. Siviala would do anything to protect Shatyriana. Siviala knows that if she needed to talk to someone, she would go to her, a trustworthy friend... Siviala looks up to Shatyriana, a strong and hard-working woman. Everything that Siviala aspires to be, she's kind of like an older sister in a sense. A role-model.

Renuald Vik'Tror - Renuald is the father figure Siviala never had in her life, always kind to her and always worrying. She trusts Renuald as much as she trusts Shatyriana Walker. After hearing his tragic past, most of his mistakes, Siviala has small doubt in Renuald...

He called himself a horrible person, yet that gave her even more reason to try and change his mind. She knows that he is wonderful and a person of good nature, she just has to make Renuald see that in himself. She wants to make sure that he doesn't live a life of regret and uses the present to at least move on or come to terms with his past... At the moment, Siviala is reminded of herself at Renuald, the way he is always dwelling on the past, she knows how that feels and she wants to do everything in her power to prevent him feeling that any longer.

Geralt-Sky Halles - Geralt has grown on Siviala, he helped her do and guided her through the process of making a lightsaber and she is forever grateful to him, Geralt is a kind and enthusiastic man she hopes to hear more of his stories and adventures.

Siviala finds Geralt very kind, when she was severely drunk, Geralt helped her get home safely which she appreciates, she is often concerned with him now due to some of his strange behaviour and his sudden change of hair colour. He stated that Avaketh did something to him, giving Siviala another reason to hate the mysterious Sorcerer.

Sharok'Vivi - Siviala cares about Sharok as much as anyone else in the Conclave. She finds him fun to be around with, a shyer person of her past self, when she looks at him in this term, Siviala sees just how far she has come as a person and how much she has changed. Siviala sees Sharok as a great leader, even when he doesn't see it...Yet lately she has been questioning him in her mind, the way he made jokes about Avaketh? Or the way he agreed to the plan of ramming ships into people?

Siviala doesn't know if he's changing or that she's starting to see more about him. Yet some of his decisions are starting to worry her.

Elledan - Elledan is another young jedi that she finds kind and very mature, however she feels a bit left out when around him, his Jedi experiences on Tython sound amazing. Elledan introduced Siviala to his home, full of archives and learning equipment for him and his padawan, Siviala found this amazing but felt bitter, would she ever be able to take on a padawan, she barely knew how the force worked herself.

Kiraté Norrobe - Kiraté Norrobe is the most terrifying janitor Siviala has ever met, she made a really bad impression when her small droid prototype spilled oil all over his lovely blue carpet, she felt bad and helped clean up using the force. She ended up yelling at him, she felt guilty and horrible and has been avoiding him ever since, afraid to confront the kind young Janitor.

She helped cremate him when she found his dead body in an abandoned medbay.

**Isakale** - Isakale is a calm, lovely but easily irritated and protective in her eyes, Isakale is kind to Siviala and she appreciates that. She usually sees Isakale at the dealer's den and they have a one or two drinks before something happens that needs attending to.

However she's starting to dislike Isakale in the sense that she prejudges people without knowing them. The way she prejudged Vessik in the Justicar territory... She found this extremely horrible as Siviala's beliefs are to give everyone a chance, no matter who they are, at first impression/meeting.

Darth Grehiko - Siviala sees Darth Grehiko as a friend not an enemy. Even though he is grumpy towards her and is often displeased with her company, she tries her best to try cheer him up or talk to him. She knows that someday she will have to engage in a conflict with him and his powerbase, knowing full well that if she came into combat with him, she would not be able to fight Darth Grehiko. That she wouldn't be able to fight a friend.

Avaketh - Siviala hates Avaketh for what he's done and what he might do, she understands that he is a very powerful enemy and could be impossible to defeat, she often questions why he hasn't killed most of the Conclave yet which makes him more sinister, is he toying with them? Who knows? Siviala only knows that she will do whatever she can against him in order to protect her friends.

Vessik Klassa - Vessik was a man of honour, an Imperial Grand Moff. Yet he had fallen and come back. Siviala sees him as a kind man hiding behind a veil of failure and self-doubt, she wants to try and give him a reason to live again, help him find a reason...Rather than just sitting on his ass blabbering on about revenge against Tartorian and Elidyr. She hopes she manages to do that.

Upon finding a way to perhaps fix Vessik's situation regarding the whole dread magic predicament... Siviala has become nervous when talking about or being around Vessik. Knowing that every talk they have, every decision she makes to help him could all be for nothing. She hopes there is a chance he won't go along with it, that he wouldn't want to get his life back, yet she knows that would be impossible and selfish of her. I guess it's just the fact that Siviala can't bear to lose another person, another friend.

Darwel - Siviala sees Darwel as the pure essence of stupidity, he's brash and foolish, desperate and mad. She sees him as a piece of scum and would rather see him thrown into deep space rather than speak to him ever again.

Zaajo - Siviala sees Zaajo as a child who just needs a little help getting back on his feet, he's smart and stealthy yet she feels like he is a burden, always having to solve his problems and get him out of danger and trouble.

## Facts and Trivia

- Siviala is more comfortable around droids.

- Siviala makes small little droids in her spare time that usually short-circuit and explode.

- Siviala is a bit sensitive about the line in the Jedi Code, "There is no emotion, only peace." and feels like it should be changed.

- Siviala is starting to become less shy due to being around people more often.

### Theme Song

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=si81bIoZRJQ