Cordelia was disoriented when she first woke up. It only took moments for her to remember where she was and what had transpired that had gotten her there. She smiled as she sat up, covering her body using the blanket Trychon had brought along in his supplies. She could not see or hear him though, and he did not answer when she quietly called out for him.
She was more than a little embarrassed about her outburst the previous night, as she seldom lost control of herself like that. However, she could not be upset with the way events had turned after that. After arriving at Trychon's old camp and setting up a shelter, they had talked a bit more and he had not seemed upset with the way she'd acted at all. It had been quite the opposite, in fact.
She stood up, wrapping the blanket the rest of the way around herself so she could search for her returned lover. Still reflecting on the wonderful night they'd shared, she affirmed for herself that everything would work out wonderfully. After they shared everything they used to and much more, they had discussed things quietly until they were too tired to continue.
She had decided to leave with him when he was ready and he reassured her that as crazy as his new life was, there was a place for her in it. It had been a decision she had made without any chance for prior thought, but it was not a rash decision. She was very excited. Not only would she gain a life with much more meaning than this backwater planet could offer, but she could be with the one person she had ever truly loved.
She knew it was going to be complicated, and that it would not be a fairy tale, but it did not matter. As far as she was concerned, it would be great.
It was fairly simple to find Trychon as she left their tent. He was the one thing floating in the middle of the nearby clearing.
With his back turned to her, he set his feet down. "You look beautiful this morning. You may want to get dressed though."
She smiled at him as he turned to look at her. "Mmmm. And if I don't want to?"
"I have a feeling things are going to get interesting soon."
Cordelia nodded and headed back to change, understanding that his 'feelings' were often something more. She emerged moments later fully dressed and tying her hair back. "Any luck so far?"
"Not yet, no." He closed his eyes as he concentrated. "You sure you want to be around for this? It would probably be safer to go to the town and wait until I finish whatever it is I have to do here. Sith temples and the like can often be uninviting... and more than double so for those who aren't Sith themselves."
She shook her head and continued walking towards the clearing, knowing he'd follow her. "No. You'll keep me safe. I'm not letting you get away from me again. Besides, I also have a feeling... that I am going to need to get used to you and your holocron-contraptions soon enough."
Trychon laughed at her characterization of the 'holocron-contraptions' and led her to a spot to sit near the edge of the clearing. He explained to her in more detail how the Sith Master had instructed him to return here and that his fate was tied to this planet, which is likely why the Force had led him there. He told her how difficult the Holocron could be, and he wasn't sure what he had to do or where he had to go to get further instructions. He confessed that he may end up having to have her leave for a bit for it to work as her proximity could be interfering. He just wasn't sure.
"You are by far the least self sufficient Sith I've ever heard of."
Trychon turned to look at the sudden apparition of the long dead Sith Lord. For her part, Cordelia managed to restrict the startled scream to only a small squeak.
"And you..." Trychon walked towards the translucent image while hoping Cordelia would stay put. "Are the most complainiest dead non-real Sith I've ever heard of."
"I'm more real than you understand." The image showed off some translucent lightning in his hand. "But you are correct. If I were more 'real' I probably would have killed an insolent whelp like you much sooner."
Trychon laughed. "Alright, Master... will you finally explain why I am here and what I have to do? Also, why you wouldn't respond to me earlier?"
"As annoying as you are, you are correct... I am not in complete control of even my own decisions, and I am compelled to help you towards your destiny. The Force brought you to this planet because you have a skill and a future with Sith Sorcery. There is much here you can learn, and you will. However, be forewarned." The holocron allowed for a small dramatic pause. "Sorcery is the most demanding and difficult of the Sith disciplines. There will be trials, suffering, and you will be changed. It is a necessary part to properly tapping the very darkest energies of the Force."
"Blah blah blah." Trychon put his hands on his hips. "You didn't explain why you have been so cryptic and why you're finally talking to me again."
Trychon wouldn't admit it, but the smile the Old Sith responded with gave him a slight chill.
"Because, young one... you finally brought the necessary tools."
When the translucent lightning traced to Cordelia and engulfed her body, she was not successful in holding back her scream.
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