Some chains are more pleasant than others
When Tara awoke, her neck had an iron ring on it that was chained to the wall. Just when her hopes were up, she was towed off to an even more unpleasant situation. Her chamber was a small, dark, but dry, chamber. There was some food and drink, and a niche that was a toilet. The only light that came in was from a small window that served as an outlet for fresh air.
"At least I'm clothed in my decent clothes of pants and shirt under a nice over robe and all of that other fancy stuff." She said, chuckling quietly while thinking of that made her cheerful. "I've learned something. I seem insane, even to myself right now. Well, who would know? He was a brother to me. Anakin, who could ever find a better friend? I miss them, but on the other hand, they're coming for me. I feel so bad, not being able to do anything. I hope Padme is alright with the news, because I'm sure that she's been informed. My most immediate fear is being made a slave to that Lord Callos. He scares me. A mine slave would be fine or a servant, but anything other than that, no I don't think I could bear such a fate as that."
Tara hesitated. Something that wasn't her had moved. She then heard a dry amused voice, that of an elderly and humored woman. "Oh, it IS wonderful having someone to talk to. All these days and years gone by, and yes, mind I did say years, without a companion. I do hope you are alright."
"Quite, thank you. May I have the honor of taking your name, miss?" Tara said, not at all shaken after hearing what was said.
"Oh, Yakamani's the name, Yakamani Garellyé, but then again, you can call me Yama. What is yours, may I ask. I mean, if we are to be imprisoned together, we may as well get comfortable. Oh do let me come in the light so that you may see me." Yama said, unruffled at the question.
"I'm Tara Ross, Senator of the Planet Naboo. It's a pleasure to meet you Yama. Do you know how long I've been out?" she said, curious. She studied Yakamani, who was about 5 feet seven inches. Her hair was jet black and a light cinnamon brown at the same time, and Tara was curious as to how natural the hair combination was. Yama had a small delicate nose, a mouth for smiles, and eyes that were the brown of a cinnamon stick, matching her curls and her delicately arched brows accentuated high and broad cheekbones. In her youth, Yama must have been a true beauty, just as Tara was now. Age had only heightened her beauty.
"You were brought at mid-afternoon and the midnight watch called a few minutes before you woke. Do you know anything of the Force? You seem to, by the way you act and speak, but your manner is altered, or I may be out of place. Please, if it makes you in anyway uncomfortable, I am of the Jedi order. I was taken when I was going for a mission on another planet." The lady said, kindly, not wanting to hurt her feelings.
"How did you know? I trained to be one of the Legendary Female Jedi. Apparently, I was doing well enough. As no one would take me in as a padawan, I had it harder than most, until I was taken in by Master Yoda himself. Under his eye, I excelled in a way I didn't think possible. But, by the time he had taken me, I was nearly his equal in all of the things we were trained in and more. Some things, he taught me, but others were perfected. I was made a Master. I had been asked to sit on the council, yet I declined. I sought friendship, and I had but one. Obi-wan Kenobi, a man and like a brother to me, was the closest friend I had until I met a young girl, Padme Amidala, current Queen of Naboo.
"She befriended me, young adult as I was, and treated me like a real human being. I, in a way, became her mentor. In a sense, I seemed to have broken away from the Jedi Order, yet the truth of the matter is that I still hold the power, rank, and skill of a legendary Master. Now, I'm just a Senator, one to sit and go through all of the endless meetings or droning voices. Had I wished, I could be a Master, but no, I enjoy the freedom of being a Senator. I am not of the Dark Side yet, but I still go on as I have. The Jedi Council listen to me as one of their own, but I'm not sure to what extent they acknowledge me. I know what all Masters must know, and perhaps, I know more. That is a brief history of my knowledge with the Force." Tara said, letting it out, relieved to release her burden of the past.
"I see that you cannot help but live in the past. You know, I planned to take you on as my one and only padawan when I returned from that mission. No, don't speak yet. Let me finish. I knew that no one would willingly take you, but I'm glad you made it. Are you content with your life? Reflect back on it, because now you have learned many lessons and many of life's hardships. Nothing is easy anymore. Nor is anything safe and confidential. You broke off because of pressure and the feeling of desolation. Nothing you did or could do would better your position or alter your view. Some say that a life without love is fine. Some say that love is the answer. In different ways, both are half correct. Freedom is what you have been seeking these years, yet you are torn because either way you go, you lose something. Think on it. It will help, believe me. Later I will tell you of myself." Yama said, carefully so as not to disturb her equal.
After many long moments of silence, Tara spoke softly, but with much wisdom and meaning. "I have learned that life is nothing but a chain. Duty, honor, pride, pain, and love are all parts of the links. You never know of them until you reach too far and are yanked back. The chain is only broken when you have gone, but even then, the links still remain. They are re created and used again and again. Memories are all that you could and will ever have. Freedom, a wonderful gift, yet no human can have complete and true happiness. Nothing is ever perfect. When a life is wasted, the strength others is sapped and pain, one of the strongest links of all, pulls back. Freedom and truth are the only keys to unlock the chain of life such as one around my neck." Yakamani looked at her and realized that the younger woman was speaking the truth, laying bare the flaws of all human life. It was not until she came closer did she see the lone tear trickle from Tara's closed eye.
"One should never be judged from the outside. The character is the true beauty. It used to be said that the beauty of a woman is not her physiognomy, but her soul, her heart, her spirit that was free to roam. One is no longer able to read another's eye and be able to read their heart, and try as I have, I am unable to judge character anymore because of the many mixed ways and flaws around me that it is impossible. No, I am not saying impossible in a manner of defeat, but in a way of the universe's corruption. Nothing of true beauty can be judged any longer. I found that as a Jedi, I could not help in the way of helping as a Senator, but I can no longer help in the way of a Jedi." Tara finished, as she opened her eyes, which again were the deep vibrant red that she rarely showed because it was the entrance to her very essence.
"My dear, do you realize what you have just said and done? You have just laid bare the human nature, the way of all living things in this galaxy. That is one reason why the Republic is falling apart. You, young as you are and seem, ARE NOT untried, but wise and experienced in ways another could never be." Yama said, quietly, firmly, making Tara look at her sharply.
"What do you mean?" she asked suspiciously.
"I mean, after being locked up in here, it has taken me 13 years and I still have not been able to do what you have just done; strip the flesh away and into the minds of beings, their corruption and life's corruption. For that, I thank you."
"You're welcome. Strange, you understand all that I said and life is still an enigma to my mind's eye. I guess I must know, but I can't find the words anymore to explain. Help me, Master Yakamani, help me! Please, help me." With that, Tara burst into quiet but disturbing and heart wrenching sobs that Yama came over held Tara against her, with the younger woman's head and face buried into her shoulder under her chin. Yama had tears of her own streaming down her cheeks, heart going out to the convulsing body she now held.
Obi-wan/Anakin
: : Master, I have just spoken with my lady Tara. : :
: : And what did you to converse about? Is she alright? : :
: : Not so, I'm afraid, Master. She has been taken once again, and blindfolded, too. Our connection broke up before I could say anymore. : :
: : Thank you for telling me this, Anakin. : :
Obi-wan closed the connection swiftly and continued on moving.
Yakamani
The poor girl, she's torn between a life lived and the life being lived. She doesn't know where to go anymore. She has said the truth of all truths of our beings, which makes things clearer in my opinion, but she doesn't see it as that. Her eyes, they're red, an odd color matching her hair, but they show her for who she really is.
Tara
I miss Obi-wan and Anakin so, but I have also met the legendary Yakamani, which of whom I have learned a great deal from just now. What does she mean, I have stripped bare and lain out the flaws and facets of our race? Life is an enigma, its solution comes to me quickly, but slowly yet. What am I saying? To have met one of my own, I am glad. I think, when she was younger, Yama must have been a true beauty, in mind and body.
*IMPORTANT NOTE*
K, just a question, I'm not sure but should I continue posting. I mean nothing's happening and this story's going all ka-put on me so I'm not sure anymore. Review and tell me your suggestion.
When Tara awoke, her neck had an iron ring on it that was chained to the wall. Just when her hopes were up, she was towed off to an even more unpleasant situation. Her chamber was a small, dark, but dry, chamber. There was some food and drink, and a niche that was a toilet. The only light that came in was from a small window that served as an outlet for fresh air.
"At least I'm clothed in my decent clothes of pants and shirt under a nice over robe and all of that other fancy stuff." She said, chuckling quietly while thinking of that made her cheerful. "I've learned something. I seem insane, even to myself right now. Well, who would know? He was a brother to me. Anakin, who could ever find a better friend? I miss them, but on the other hand, they're coming for me. I feel so bad, not being able to do anything. I hope Padme is alright with the news, because I'm sure that she's been informed. My most immediate fear is being made a slave to that Lord Callos. He scares me. A mine slave would be fine or a servant, but anything other than that, no I don't think I could bear such a fate as that."
Tara hesitated. Something that wasn't her had moved. She then heard a dry amused voice, that of an elderly and humored woman. "Oh, it IS wonderful having someone to talk to. All these days and years gone by, and yes, mind I did say years, without a companion. I do hope you are alright."
"Quite, thank you. May I have the honor of taking your name, miss?" Tara said, not at all shaken after hearing what was said.
"Oh, Yakamani's the name, Yakamani Garellyé, but then again, you can call me Yama. What is yours, may I ask. I mean, if we are to be imprisoned together, we may as well get comfortable. Oh do let me come in the light so that you may see me." Yama said, unruffled at the question.
"I'm Tara Ross, Senator of the Planet Naboo. It's a pleasure to meet you Yama. Do you know how long I've been out?" she said, curious. She studied Yakamani, who was about 5 feet seven inches. Her hair was jet black and a light cinnamon brown at the same time, and Tara was curious as to how natural the hair combination was. Yama had a small delicate nose, a mouth for smiles, and eyes that were the brown of a cinnamon stick, matching her curls and her delicately arched brows accentuated high and broad cheekbones. In her youth, Yama must have been a true beauty, just as Tara was now. Age had only heightened her beauty.
"You were brought at mid-afternoon and the midnight watch called a few minutes before you woke. Do you know anything of the Force? You seem to, by the way you act and speak, but your manner is altered, or I may be out of place. Please, if it makes you in anyway uncomfortable, I am of the Jedi order. I was taken when I was going for a mission on another planet." The lady said, kindly, not wanting to hurt her feelings.
"How did you know? I trained to be one of the Legendary Female Jedi. Apparently, I was doing well enough. As no one would take me in as a padawan, I had it harder than most, until I was taken in by Master Yoda himself. Under his eye, I excelled in a way I didn't think possible. But, by the time he had taken me, I was nearly his equal in all of the things we were trained in and more. Some things, he taught me, but others were perfected. I was made a Master. I had been asked to sit on the council, yet I declined. I sought friendship, and I had but one. Obi-wan Kenobi, a man and like a brother to me, was the closest friend I had until I met a young girl, Padme Amidala, current Queen of Naboo.
"She befriended me, young adult as I was, and treated me like a real human being. I, in a way, became her mentor. In a sense, I seemed to have broken away from the Jedi Order, yet the truth of the matter is that I still hold the power, rank, and skill of a legendary Master. Now, I'm just a Senator, one to sit and go through all of the endless meetings or droning voices. Had I wished, I could be a Master, but no, I enjoy the freedom of being a Senator. I am not of the Dark Side yet, but I still go on as I have. The Jedi Council listen to me as one of their own, but I'm not sure to what extent they acknowledge me. I know what all Masters must know, and perhaps, I know more. That is a brief history of my knowledge with the Force." Tara said, letting it out, relieved to release her burden of the past.
"I see that you cannot help but live in the past. You know, I planned to take you on as my one and only padawan when I returned from that mission. No, don't speak yet. Let me finish. I knew that no one would willingly take you, but I'm glad you made it. Are you content with your life? Reflect back on it, because now you have learned many lessons and many of life's hardships. Nothing is easy anymore. Nor is anything safe and confidential. You broke off because of pressure and the feeling of desolation. Nothing you did or could do would better your position or alter your view. Some say that a life without love is fine. Some say that love is the answer. In different ways, both are half correct. Freedom is what you have been seeking these years, yet you are torn because either way you go, you lose something. Think on it. It will help, believe me. Later I will tell you of myself." Yama said, carefully so as not to disturb her equal.
After many long moments of silence, Tara spoke softly, but with much wisdom and meaning. "I have learned that life is nothing but a chain. Duty, honor, pride, pain, and love are all parts of the links. You never know of them until you reach too far and are yanked back. The chain is only broken when you have gone, but even then, the links still remain. They are re created and used again and again. Memories are all that you could and will ever have. Freedom, a wonderful gift, yet no human can have complete and true happiness. Nothing is ever perfect. When a life is wasted, the strength others is sapped and pain, one of the strongest links of all, pulls back. Freedom and truth are the only keys to unlock the chain of life such as one around my neck." Yakamani looked at her and realized that the younger woman was speaking the truth, laying bare the flaws of all human life. It was not until she came closer did she see the lone tear trickle from Tara's closed eye.
"One should never be judged from the outside. The character is the true beauty. It used to be said that the beauty of a woman is not her physiognomy, but her soul, her heart, her spirit that was free to roam. One is no longer able to read another's eye and be able to read their heart, and try as I have, I am unable to judge character anymore because of the many mixed ways and flaws around me that it is impossible. No, I am not saying impossible in a manner of defeat, but in a way of the universe's corruption. Nothing of true beauty can be judged any longer. I found that as a Jedi, I could not help in the way of helping as a Senator, but I can no longer help in the way of a Jedi." Tara finished, as she opened her eyes, which again were the deep vibrant red that she rarely showed because it was the entrance to her very essence.
"My dear, do you realize what you have just said and done? You have just laid bare the human nature, the way of all living things in this galaxy. That is one reason why the Republic is falling apart. You, young as you are and seem, ARE NOT untried, but wise and experienced in ways another could never be." Yama said, quietly, firmly, making Tara look at her sharply.
"What do you mean?" she asked suspiciously.
"I mean, after being locked up in here, it has taken me 13 years and I still have not been able to do what you have just done; strip the flesh away and into the minds of beings, their corruption and life's corruption. For that, I thank you."
"You're welcome. Strange, you understand all that I said and life is still an enigma to my mind's eye. I guess I must know, but I can't find the words anymore to explain. Help me, Master Yakamani, help me! Please, help me." With that, Tara burst into quiet but disturbing and heart wrenching sobs that Yama came over held Tara against her, with the younger woman's head and face buried into her shoulder under her chin. Yama had tears of her own streaming down her cheeks, heart going out to the convulsing body she now held.
Obi-wan/Anakin
: : Master, I have just spoken with my lady Tara. : :
: : And what did you to converse about? Is she alright? : :
: : Not so, I'm afraid, Master. She has been taken once again, and blindfolded, too. Our connection broke up before I could say anymore. : :
: : Thank you for telling me this, Anakin. : :
Obi-wan closed the connection swiftly and continued on moving.
Yakamani
The poor girl, she's torn between a life lived and the life being lived. She doesn't know where to go anymore. She has said the truth of all truths of our beings, which makes things clearer in my opinion, but she doesn't see it as that. Her eyes, they're red, an odd color matching her hair, but they show her for who she really is.
Tara
I miss Obi-wan and Anakin so, but I have also met the legendary Yakamani, which of whom I have learned a great deal from just now. What does she mean, I have stripped bare and lain out the flaws and facets of our race? Life is an enigma, its solution comes to me quickly, but slowly yet. What am I saying? To have met one of my own, I am glad. I think, when she was younger, Yama must have been a true beauty, in mind and body.
*IMPORTANT NOTE*
K, just a question, I'm not sure but should I continue posting. I mean nothing's happening and this story's going all ka-put on me so I'm not sure anymore. Review and tell me your suggestion.