~Ossanlin~
Ossanlin winces and grimaces as Mar speaks. He can sense a...difference...in the way Mar is addressing him.
<I...see.> He pauses and looks around, nodding at Claxter before looking back at Mar again. <I sense a change in you, Mar. Has your...superbeing.. .decided to terminate its experiment in emotion and ethics in your personal incarnation?> He purposely does not speak of 'owing', and does not ask what it is Mar wishes of him...the other would get to that by himself if he really wanted to. But Ossanlin feels he has a responsibility to understand the change he has already felt from the Mar he knew before even touching on that. Mar, the whole being...is emotionless insofar as Ossanlin can tell, and ruthless to boot...if the incarnation he had befriended had reverted, he would be hard-pressed to pay him any favors...or debts as Mar saw it.
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~Rathien~
Rathien sits for a few moments longer, but the silent alarm on his wrist shifts to phase two. It was bad enough to reach stage one radiation poisoning...Stage zero went from no poisoning to minimal mutations in cell reproduction, but after enough time spent within the camouflage field, the radiation built up. Stage one meant that the mutations during mitosis had become more than negligible and could have some rather...undesirabl e...if rare side effects. Stage two was exponentially worse. Stage two meant that the mutations during mitosis were so bad that the cells produced were completely unviable, in essence completely halting cell division and reproduction. But more importantly Stage two meant the user was that much closer to Stage three when the really nasty stuff started happening. Stage three meant active current cellular decay, destroying functional cells altogether. The dermis was the first layer affected of course, but the saturation level happened almost evenly so one could not be sure if his vasomotor system would fail, or his respiratory system, or his nervous system first. All would in time, but the damage in that case was irreparable, at least by removing the built-up radioactivity.
Rathien quickly shuts down his camo field, allowing the water to close in about him. He puts the rebreather back in his mouth and begins to swim toward the surface of the water. He reaches the surface and breaks through, tapping the buttons on his wristpad that would put the camouflage generator into its cleansing mode. Rathien feels the tingle pass around his body, like a thousand tiny pins barely pricking his skin, but everywhere. While cleansing, the camo could not be used, and even after cleansing should only be used in an emergency situation since the body still needed time to recoup the losses suffered from the over-exposure.
Rathien swims slowly to the shore, only removing his rebreather after lugging himself up on the dark beach. Cleansing could have its own side-effects. He would've waited until he was back aboard his ship to start the cycle, but Stage two demanded immediate action. He manages to stand and locates his ship on his wristpad. He pulls out his liberated ARC and scans the quickest but most obscured route. He uploads the results to his wristpad and begins to walk in the directions indicated. With luck, no one would spot him making his way through the trees. He keeps low just in case.
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~Raile~
Raile murmurs, sensing a presence, like a warm blanket before he passes from consciousness. His dreams are filled with whiteness all except for a blue speck, calling out to him. The voice he hears belongs to Nev'An. "Don't give in Raile...I know you are strong...I know you will live...I know you will keep the Order alive...forgive them Raile, pity them. Never forget, but also remember that they are the weakest of all, pity them their pain and anguish, and never lose yourself."
Raile wakes up in a flash, blinking, the dream fading from his memory but leaving its imprint. A sense of purpose and...pity for those who had wronged so many. And a warmth, his old Master's voice, but nothing else. Even now it feels as though a weight has been lifted from his heart. The sort of weight one isn't aware of until it is gone, when its absence feels so much better that it seems amazing that you didn't feel it before.
He sits up slowly and looks around the old battlefield. His eyes suddenly light on Garreth, and they widen. He could sense the other much more strongly than before. He could see and feel things about the other Jedi that the Force alone could not account for. The bond is not as strong as the one he'd shared with his old Master, and perhaps only one-way...he has no way to know if the other can sense him in the same way...but he feels as though Garreth has left his own mark inside. After a moment he realizes Garreth is unconscious and lays a hand on his shoulder. He feels...extreme exhaustion from the other Jedi, but nothing worse that he can feel. "Garreth...Garreth, are you injured?" His voice is soft and peaceful...so different from before, but filled with purpose and confidence.
