OOC: Dream 2
She felt snow, tiny flakes falling on her naked body. It should have been colder, but she felt quite comfortable here. As long as she kept moving, she would be warm. The Force surrounded her.
Enemy, it said, a voice with no sound and no language. She whirled, a lightsaber humming to life in her hand as she struck behind her. The assassin fell in two pieces and fizzled out in the snow.
Enemy. She whirled again, robes flapping around her. There was a clank as the droid fell apart. The door in front of her hissed open, and she strode inside. Gray halls, circular chambers. Darkness lay in this place like a lead weight on a mattress.
Five women stood in the chamber, ringed by chairs and walled with transparisteel. "The Last of the Handmaidens is before us," said the leader.
"You have betrayed us. You have betrayed Atris." Different voice, same face. Her sister. They were all sisters.
"It is a crime to kill blood--but not to kill a betrayer as you."
There was a whirl of quarterstaffs, and the hum of her lightsaber. They fell, one by one, but they did not die. Now the woman in white stood there... Atris. But there were no words this time. She simply raised her hand, and there was pain. Lightning ripped through her body. Something pierced straight through her eye.
She saw the grey robes. "They belonged to my mother," she said aloud. Stained, worn, patched. The robes of a warrior. A Jedi.
A young woman rose, clad in dark brown with a red veil over her eyes. She reached out and touched her face. "Can you see, sister of the Echani?"
"I do not know," she said. "I do not remember the Exile. I do not remember you. I do not remember the Jedi. And I do not remember myself."
"Close your eyes and look."
"What will I see?" She could not mask the fear in her voice. Who was she? Who were the Jedi? Who was the Exile? She did not know. Even if she remained here for months, years, she could not remember it all. Not in the paltry fragments that were returned.
"You will see what is there." The other woman's voice faded. She saw... snow. Snow falling through space. Was this the end? Had her life ended?
"No," said the Exile. "The dead do not dream."
"You are the Exile. But who am I?" A figure seemed to appear on the inside of her eyelids. The stance was correct--armor of blue cloth and silver steel. But the face was indistinct. "I cannot see you. What is your name?"
"My name does not matter. But I would like to know yours."
"I am Brianna."
She opened her eyes.
[For dying, Handmaiden Brianna will lose one (1) eye, left.
Also for visual reference: Atris, Visas Marr--person in the red veil]
