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Re: Survival, Dark Times 2 « Reply #2880 on Oct 4, 2009, 7:32am »
Li
The ground was bloody, sadness swept across everything like a plague. Though was I sad? Did I even understand? I didn't think so. Who was she? Who was he? A familiar face. Looked a bit like Wey Sol. Maybe it was someone related to him? But who was the woman? The dead woman....
My eyes opened and I looked around. I was still on Coruscant. And Sem was with me. I must have passed out. I tried to sit up, only to have the pain from my wounds shoot back to me.
"Sem..." I said softly, knowing that she had saved my life. I would still need some bacta to stop the wounds from getting infected, and some rest, but she had stopped the blood. "Thank you."
I slowly stood up, using the wall to support myself. "I know this might be asking too much, but I don't know my way around here. I have to get to the MedBay, and I might need you to lead me there. You're wanted, I know. So I'll understand if you don't want to."
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Re: Survival, Dark Times 2 « Reply #2881 on Oct 4, 2009, 11:42am »
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The ghostling was relieved and appaled at the same time. She was happy to see Li finally recover somewhat, and seeing him at least lucid enough to talk normally, but his understanding hurt her somewhat. The man had no idea what it felt like to have killed someone you liked. It wasn't that she couldn't return with him because people might hunt for her, it was because she couldn't bear to look into the eyes of those that once trusted her.
It was simpler when there used to be no one to care for her. It was so much simpler on Nar Shaddaa. She both loved and cursed Jaskia, her former master for allowing her to experience all this. The woman didn't throw her forward to the hutts, like she and Fi did to the rest of the craven eyes. Was it just because she was force sensitive? Sem didn't know, but she knew she was allowed to experience things that she wouldn't have otherwise.
"Oh bloody shut up, Li. I leave you now and you'll bleed to death on the next corner. There's a small mission run clinic not far off. They shouldn't care so deep in invisec to who I am, and they'll get someone to get you, once you tell them who you are. Trust me on that. It's everywhere the same in the undercity. They'll do it in the hopes, that the order just might send an extra pack of meds their way."
She took hold of his shoulders, and started walking with him, looking away. She could look Li, but still couldn't look into his eyes. It was hard hiding the tears as it was.
Li didn't know how to react. He said that he understood Sem out of wanting to comfort her, but in truth he didn't. He did know that she shouldn't blame herself however. There was no use saying that to her though, for he knew she would anyway. She had no way of knowing what that bitch in blue was up to. She was addicted, hooked on the deathsticks. And although that in itself was not entirely legal or morally good, the events that occurred went beyond her control.
"Yeah..." He said distantly. "Yeah that will do fine."
All of a sudden a large Whiphid knocked into the pair. He looked at both of us, and gave what looked like smile. Two teens in the middle of invisec: easy pickings. Or so he thought. Li grasped his lightsaber, but did not remove it, keeping it out of sight from the Whiphid.
He made a snorting noise that was probably a laugh, and said something that sounded like "slave trade". Li frowned, and glanced at Sem. This was the last thing they needed.
The whiphid didn't choose a good time to make a nice profit. The calmness of the two teens made him slowly uneasy. His decisiveness was deteroirating, something had to be done. The alien pulled out his own blaster and suddenly felt a lot better. There was nothing those two could do, or so he thought. The boy didn't seem to be worth that much, he was cut and bruised as if a rancor had him as a plaything, the girl on the other hand looked fine. A few hundred credits for the two of them in the least.
"Move it it kids. And stay nicely in front of me. I can carry you myself if you try something, and leg wounds hurt like hell." He pointed the blaster at them, indicating that they should walk in front of him.
"Hey you deaf or what! I said move it!" He shouted, his unease returning.
"Li, should I kill him, or do you want to do it?" Sem asked flatly, anger flashing up in her voice. Finally someone else to be angry at, someone that wasn't herself and someone that didn't have a sniper covering her ass.
Li wasn't in the mood for this either. He wasted no time in igniting his lightsaber, spinning around, and taking the Whiphid's hand off. He could always get a prosthetic, so Li felt no guilt. The Whiphids blaster flew in the air, and Sem caught it, going on to give the Whiphid a leg wound of his own. He lay on the ground holding his stump and whimpering, as Li limped up beside him.
"Piece of advice." He said with a frown, "Get out of the slavery business. It's only going to get you killed. Be thankful I just took your hand." Li was never one for killing people, only in desperate situations. Had there been two or three Whiphid's, he would probably have done so. But this one, as disgustingly vile as he was, was now defenseless, so Li and Sem had no business with him. Besides, Li needed to get to the hospital.
He and Sem left the Whiphid behind and continued onwards. Li decided some light conversation on the way could maybe lighten the mood a little.
"Are there many of them down here?" He asked Sem, "Slavers, I mean."
"This place is crawling with them." She said. "Though most don't hunt here. Just do business, away form the prying eyes of the Empire or Republic. This one was just thinking he got lucky. I'd say a few levels down and you might find the pens. Try listening to the force for a while, you'll feel them. One of the reasons why there's hardly ever any jedi on Shaddaa. Their delicate minds can't handle the stress. And it's not just jedi that fare badly."
Sem didn't feel like explaining so she pulled on Li a bit harsher than before, the whimpering voices of the whiphid behind them, slowly going away as they entered the gloom.
The rest of the way was uneventful. Slow plodding, observing stories of life slowly unfold as they passed. They were rarely happy stories, there wasn't a place for happiness down here. Drunks lingering around the ever-open cantinas, joy-girls trying to attract their next customer, making sure they were never in direct light, else the customer might be turned off by the skin diseases they all contracted sooner or later. There a woman pulling her husband out of one of the gambling establishments, her face in tears - her husband just spend his entire wage in a day.
For Sem all of these sights were normal. They didn't shock her, nor move here. She wondered how Li might be taking them, but he was probably too hurt to really notice. They soon arrived to the only place that seemed at least slightly orderly down here. A que was before them. A que of the sick and hopeful at the same time. They came to the clinic.
As they waited at the back of the que, Li looked back into the invisec streets. Along the way he was too tired to notice them, as selfish as that sounded. But now he gave a look. Some of the people he had sympathy for, others, like the Whiphid who had attacked them, he felt nothing short of loathing them. It remined him of Nar Shaddaa. Li knew full well that he would have never survived in a place like that, and he wasn't sure how Sem did. Perhaps if their roles had been reversed she would feel the same way he did, but Sem's gritty determination wasn't just granted by her childhood. She was born with it.
Li turned back to the que. There was a shifty and nervous Twi'lek female at the front, with a nasty looking gash down her left lekku. She was probably attacked, and the fact that she was frantically looking around her meant she feared the attacker returning.
Behind her stood an old human man, who was looking slightly worse for wear. Li couldn't pinpoint what exactly his ailment was, but he most definately did not envy him.
Next in line was a little girl, maybe a few years older than Zannah, with a nasty spluttering cough. It didn't seem like much, but in invisec, the smallest of viruses could become the deadliest of diseases if not treated fast enough. Her mother stood beside her, looking anxious, eager for her daughter to recieve treatment.
Then stood Li and Sem. Sem had no reason to be here, but she was nonetheless, and Li was thankful for it. He allowed himself a smile and then glanced into the clinic. There were a few doctors, if you could call them that, working tirelessly. Surprisingly fast actually, as within about five minutes Li and Sem were at the front of the line. Li looked up as one shouted, "Next!"
They enterred and the doctor gave him the once over, citing the nastiness of his wounds. It was then Li mentionned he was a Jedi, and the doctor scurried off to get a transport for him.
Li looked at Sem. "Hey, uh... thanks again."
The girl gave him a squeeze. Almost ready to really start crying, but holding it back. "I don't think we'll see each other again Li. There's too much on my plate. It isn't even silver anymore, for me to return among real, breathing and loving people. I'll live and you have to promise me to do the same. Promise me that, just do." She whispered into his ear as she slowly pulled away.
"I promise." Li replied somberly, the full gravity of the situation only now hitting him. He looked into her eyes. This more than likely was the last time he would. He then leaned in to kiss her, something he had only done once before, when the pair felt they were about to die, back on Nar Shadda when they were targetting Narduk.
Before he could through he felt someone jerk him back.
"Alright son, the transports here." The doctor said, beginning to usher him away, "Can't keep it waiting. Oh, and remember to tell your Jedi frinds about how we helped you, eh?"
Li ignored him, simply looking at Sem as she got further and further away. "I love you Sem!" He shouted to her, though he wasn't sure if she heard him or not. "I've always loved you!" And then she was gone.
The doctor pulled him outside where his transport was waiting, and slowly and sadly, he got onboard.
His words hurt. Just another victim of her crimes. Almost every piece of her body wanted to reply, but her mind knew, that she would only make it worse. Only hurt him more than he already was.
She stayed in the dark, silent and let the tears finally flow in earnest.
Once she was sure that Li wouldn't be going out of the clinic, safe in an ambulance she left the shadows, her mind now once more set on survival.
She would have to prioritize. Cash, shelter and food. That's what she needed now. And if worst comes to worst, she always had that pack of sticks she could coin. Something she both wanted to do right now and at the same time didn't. But a part of her decided to stop with them. But slowly, reduce the amounts, draw them out, until she didn't need any. She wanted to do it. And hoped she could.
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Re: Survival, Dark Times 2 « Reply #2882 on Oct 4, 2009, 5:28pm »
Sora
I lied in my bed on the Killer...Jaskia had left sometime ago after we both sat with Padme's body. One of the few things that calmed me was seeing her beautiful face, but soon enough it'd be gone, too, as her funeral would be very soon. Everyone else was gone, so I was here by myself.
It felt horrible...being in this bed without Padme at my side. We had been together for so long, it just seemed like something that would last forever...but now, I was alone again
No, I can't think like this...but how can I not?
Slowly, I closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
However, even sleep would not save me from myself, and my vortex of emotions on this chaos....
Cradling Padme's body...watching her die....saying our goodbyes...losing the love of my life.
"I'm your daughter."
Anziar's warnings...
The entire incident wouldn't fade from my mind, and still horrified me...I wanted to just forget it, I wanted to act like it was just a bad nightmare. But I couldn't, I simply couldn't. It was reality and it was what happened, I couldn't deny it. Padme was dead.
Suddenly, I was in the middle of the Killer...in the Main Hold. I looked around, confused, and heard cries. At first, they were whimpers, but they slowly grew to all out cries. I stood, and slowly, a woman formed.
Padme.
"Padme..." I said slowly "Padme?!"
"Sora...Sora..." she said slowly, crying and breathing heavily
"Yes, Padme?! I'm here!" I yelled.
"Why...why couldn't you save me?!" Padme asked, in tears "Why couldn't you save me?!"
"Padme, I tried! I wanted to, so badly...I really wanted to! You don't know how much I hate this, how much pain I'm feeling!" I screamed.
"I died because of your mistake, Sora!" Padme shouted. "I died just because you had an affair with Marlena! I was innocent and I died because of you!"
"Padme, no, please! Please! You have to listen to me!"
"You couldn't protect me, Sora...you couldn't protect me..." Padme yelled as she collapsed to the ground, before vanishing.
"NO! PADME! NO!!!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs "Don't leave, Padme, don't leave..."
"Lost another wife, didn't you, Sora?" a voice asked.
My eyes widened, and I was horrified as I looked up to see none other than Ivy standing above me, drinking a glass of champagne as she grinned at me. She looked so smug, like always...only difference was that she wasn't in that wheelchair.
"Sora, you impatent fool. You couldn't save Padme...tsk tsk. I feel sooo sorry for your loss." Ivy told me with a cackle.
"Ivy...Ivy...you did all this! You started it when you stole Mona and never told me about her! You made Marlena think she was dead!" I argued. "You've done so much to me...don't act all high and mighty!"
Ivy just shook her head, still laughing. She slowly stroked my cheek. "Oh, Sora, Sora...you were always so sweet...but so gullible at the same time. You could've figured it out, you dumbass, but you didn't. You could've saved Padme, but you didn't. Notice a pattern, Sora?" she asked.
"We took vows!" I simply argued.
"You broke them when you slept with that Gash bitch!" Ivy growled. "I just returned the favor."
"She's right, you know, little brother," Sonas said, walking in "You could've figured everything out and gotten your daughter back at anytime, but you didn't. And your stupidity really came back and bit you, didn't it? You always have been stupid. I always had to protect you on the streets of Nar Shadaa...it was so ridiculous. Then you could never figure out that I had your daughter."
"Sonas, you were my brother!" I exclaimed. "My brother! You could've told me! You never had to go along with Ivy's scheme...why?! Why would you do that?! We stuck together through thick and thin, we all did! Trika, you, Leihi, me...but then you do this?! And you abused her?! You always had the chance to stop it."
"Maybe I just wanted to see if you could figure it out, but you didn't. So I guess that means I won, huh?" Sonas said, walking over to Ivy's side, both of them grinning and laughing at me.
"You two schemed against me, and you don't even feel guilty?! You took my daughter and you don't feel guilty?!" I asked in shock.
"Nope!" they both yelled in unison.
"How can you blame them, Sora? I am surprised that they were both there for you as long as they did, because I know I couldn't," a woman's voice said, entering the room from the other side "Its sad, but its the truth."
I looked up to see Shmi Skywalker standing above me...my eyes widened, as what few memories I had of her came rushing back...her leaving our home and never coming back...the mother that was never there for me. The mother I had to live without for years.
"Why do you think I left?" Shmi asked, almost reading my thoughts "I could deal with Anakin before I could deal with you! I'd take him over you anyday! You were just unbearable, Sora, even as a child."
"Wh-what? How could you say that?" I wondered outloud, the tears creeping into my eyes.
"Its the truth, son," another voice told me, as my father came out of the entrance Shmi entered through, wrapping his arms around her "I never provided a better living for you, because you didn't deserve it. You were just that pathetic...if I had to get burnt to death, I am glad you were there to watch."
"D...D...Dad...what? That doesn't make sense...I know its not true. When we were growing up, you were so loving, so caring...you taught me to be who I am!" I exclaimed in confusion and frusteration.
"I raised you to be a true man," he shot back. "Not this pathetic version."
"He was probably so nice to you just to make you feel good." Sonas said with a chuckle.
"Ah, so everyone finally realizes how much of a fool my older brother really is deep down." a deep, booming voice said.
My eyes went even wider when Darth Vader, aka Anakin Skywalker, appeared. He was still inside that huge black suit, breathing heavily. "I always hunted you because you were such a fool, Sora. So undeserving of everything you got...it is hard to believe that my beloved Padme would marry you. You brainwashed her, you probably tormented her..." he trailed off.
"I would never do that to Padme! Never!" I screamed furiously to Vader. "If anyone did that to her, it was you!"
"Don't blind yourself, Trok, you know it to be true," Vader told me as he ignited his red lightsaber "And now, it is time to finally end your life...something I have wanted to do for many years. Goodbye, Sora Trok!"
"No, no, no...just hold up for a minute, Vader." Mona said, walking into the Main Hold, standing by his side. "I want Daddy Dearest here to realize how stupid he is...to realize how much everyone hates him...even Padme does now. Do you see it, Daddy? Do you see what kind of life you truly live?"
"No...you're wrong..." I whispered. "Mona, you're wrong!"
"You live a lie. Everything you've known, everything you know now, and everything you will know...its a lie. A pure lie." Mona hissed coldly.
I just collapsed to the ground...everyone stood above me...laughing. Laughing at me, and the tears fell from my eyes...how could this happen? How could everyone turn against me like this? Everybody hated me, everyone forgot all that I had done for them, or all that I had tried to do...what did I have left now?
I lied there, motionless, as everyone continued to laugh in success.
"Now you just stop right there!"
I looked up as a new voice was heard. Everyone suddenly stopped, and I heard soft footsteps approaching, but they were also determined ones. Who was going to mock and ridicule me now?
"Everyone just stop. Thats enough!"
I looked up and my jaw dropped when I saw Rachea Granchey Trok, my second wife, looming above me.
"R-Rachea..." I stuttered in shock. "What are you doing here?"
"I've come to help you, Sora. I've come to help you one more time...stand up, please, stand up...you can do it." she said gently, slowly pulling me back on my feet. "There we go...there we go..."
Suddenly, everyone was gone. It was only Rachea and myself. She smiled at me, and gently stroked my cheek. "You know, the last time we saw each other, I told you that Padme may not be around forever..." she said with a heavy sigh.
I took her hands and removed them from my face. "And I told you that you and I were over...even though you were dead anyway," I remarked, the tears washing away.
"Oh, Sora, not this time. I'm not here to make some plea from beyond the grave...what I'm here to do is make you think. I want to make you think about what your doing." Rachea told me, her voice a very sweet one, like usual.
"You mean being a fool, letting everyone trick me, and letting my wife get killed?" I asked in a monotone.
"Stop, Sora, please, stop...just take a moment to calm down, and get yourself together, like everyone's been telling you. You don't have to be so cold to everyone...did they trick you? Yes, but everyone makes mistakes, and people like Marlena...they had good intentions." Rachea told me, looking me straight in the eyes.
I stayed silent, not sure what to fire back at this point.
"You've made mistakes, Sora...you and I didn't have the best marriage, though I'd like to think it was alot more loving than yours and Ivy's," Rachea continued. "You weren't always there for our son, were you?"
"Please don't throw that in my face..." I pleaed.
"I'm not. What I'm saying is that you weren't there much for Nack, but that doesn't make you an awful person...just because Marlena, or even Sonas, made some mistakes doesn't make them a horrible person. Yes, Sonas beat your daughter to death and buried her alive, but he regretted it when he died, and he still didn't deserve the type of death that Mona gave him." Rachea explained to me.
"He tortured my daughter, Rachea!" I said, raising my voice slightly, as I turned away from her.
She put her hands on my shoulders. "Yes, he did, and that was wrong. Am I denying that what Sonas did was awful? No! He took part in something horrible beyond words...but what I am saying is that he regretted it when he died! You can't tell me you didn't see the honesty and truth in his eyes when you spoke to him, even if it was just in a casual conversation. Marlena didn't like not telling you about her pregnancy, either, but she felt she had to do it...the only one who never regretted it was Ivy." she said.
"Whats the point of this, Rachea?" I asked "What are you trying to say?"
"I am trying to get you to calm down...stop spreading so much blame, and just think. Please, hear my words...listen to this very carefully. Don't go around blaming other people, because it won't help...and our son shouldn't have helped Mona...but she did force him into it, and he regrets it, too. You should've seen that." Rachea said.
"Both of my children were against me, Rachea...both of them. How am I supposed to take that?" I questioned, looking back at her.
"Don't think about that, don't put so much emphasis on it...look at the positive in the situation, and just...please...forgive who is still there to be forgiven, and don't fall into that vortex of hate...because, Sora, I am telling you now...it is something that you may never come out of. You can't go down that road." Rachea warned. "Turn back now, before its too late."
I just stayed silent...I pondered her words, letting them sink in...but at the same time, I still wanted to deny all of what she was saying...but she did have a point, partially, at least.
"Just...think about it, Sora, please...the man I married would." she said with a chuckle, kissing me on the cheek "And thats all the advice I can ever give you..."
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Re: Survival, Dark Times 2 « Reply #2883 on Oct 5, 2009, 4:39pm »
Sora
It was a few days later...and now, after some investigation, it was time to bury Padme's body...and what little was left of my brother's. It had been confirmed that Padme was poisoned, and apparently after finding a vat of water inside a building where his other bits and remains were, Mona had attempted to drown him and then used large spikes to cut through his body.
A part of me...a part of me felt some sympathy for Sonas after learning the details of his death. Lynn was still around, but had yet to come back into full sanity.
I had regretted, somewhat, how I had treated Caitlin after Rachea visited me in that dream...did I still have heavy resentment and anger for Sonas? Yes, very much...but Caitlin had managed to convince me to at least have a joint funeral for Padme and Sonas.
Rachea's words had a partially calming affect on me, but I was still closed off from the others...not expressing much emotion, however, I wasn't so cold at the moment.
I stood inside the Church, sitting beside Padme's coffin...her body was inside here, and about to be put inside a mauseleom...I'd likely never see her again.
"Hello, Sora," a calm voice said "It is shocking to actually have this moment arrive, isn't it?"
I looked up, and saw none other than Obi-Wan Kenobi standing above me. "Master Kenobi..." I said slowly.
"Please, call me Obi-Wan...its been a long time," the old man said "But I hope you didn't think I would miss an old friend's funeral."
"I...I'm glad that you came, Padme had high regards for you..." I told him, my voice still in a monotone, but I was trying to be kind "It seems alot of people won't miss her funeral."
"Well, she was a good friend to many," Obi-Wan told me with a smile "Is something wrong, Sora? I sense unrest in you."
"No, no, I'm fine..." I replied, shaking my head "I just...I guess I'm having a hard time accepting all of this."
"Be careful, Sora...don't let your emotions get the better of you." Obi-Wan simply said.
I stood, and saw someone else walk in: Padme's old handmaiden, who I had known quite well, and her decoy, Sabe. I stopped for a moment...I gulped, because when Padme and Sabe were both heavily dressed up, like Sabe was today, they looked similar, even when they weren't trying.
No...I can't think like this, but she looks so much like her... I thought to myself.
"Sora...I'm so, so sorry..." Sabe told me, walking up and hugging me "I don't know what to say...this is so devastating."
I gave into the hug, slightly, but quickly pulled back from it, as soon as I could. "Indeed, indeed it is." I whispered.
"She didn't die, in vain, though. Queen Amidala...or, well, Senator...Padme..she didn't die in vain. She kept on fighting and fighting. It was one attribute that I loved about my old friend, thats why I think I served her so well. She was my inspiration." Sabe told me, smiling, though I could see a few tears in her eyes.
Sabe decided to go greet Obi-Wan and speak to him, and I saw my daughter/step-daughter, Leia, entering. I immediately approached her.
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Re: Survival, Dark Times 2 « Reply #2884 on Oct 5, 2009, 7:39pm »
Jaskia’s Apartment - 0300
It was early in the morning and the planet’s artificial sun had not even begun to rise towards the horizon. In the shadows of a large Senatorial complex at 500 Republica a blue-haired, atheletically-built woman lay on her couch, staring blankly at the chair opposite her.
Staring into the Force.
Interweaving paths of right and wrong, shades of grey, multicolored spots and golden threads brushed through her mind in a storm of life and death and emotions. The shatterpoints of their lives were laid bare to her, the turning points of their lives she could push hard enough to destroy... or endeavor hard enough to protect. She saw the Republic, saw its criss-crossing links and patterns...
And she saw Mona.
She was part of the center, a brightly-colored storm of insanity and calculated ruthlessness. She was a turning point... or rather, her actions were. Again the thought wedged into Jaskia’s mind–you can’t kill her!
It would have been so easy back on that rooftop. Scout could have killed her, or Jaskia could have, because they were the best. They’d lived that way and nearly died that way thousands of times over. They’d become smarter, faster, stronger, better...
And we couldn’t kill her. We couldn’t kill her.
There was a sudden sharp, stinging pain on her wrist. Without looking, Jaskia knew that a salty tear had landed on sharp laceration she’d made with her fingernails. Blood was dripping down her fingers and on to the black cloak she’d taken to wearing, making a small puddle. It throbbed, reminding her of who she was and who she couldn’t be.
Pain was both a curse and a savior. Each time she looked this far into the future, present, and past she ran the risk of getting lost in its depths or following the path of a small, insignificant human being to their death instead of focusing. Pain was the motivation she needed and reminded her of who had died in this everlasting war between light and dark.
Pain... helped.
Drop.... drip... drop... drip...
The annoying sound of the water faucet was enough to distract her from the pain. It was a balance act, this annoyance and hurt.
“I hate this part,” she whispered to nobody in particular, more of her salty tears falling on her lacerations. “More so than any other.”
Jaskia...
No, she was looking at Mona, trying to find out where she was, if she could kill her...
She stood, feeling suddenly drained and tired. Without warning, her face began to crumple and she cried silently to herself. She continued like this for a few minutes before she took a deep breath and held it. My life. My body. My rules.
She wiped the rest of the tears off of her face, leaving a bloody trail, and crossed to the sink to wash the blood off of her hands and half-heal the cuts she had inflicted. As she concentrated on knitting the skin together with her will alone, she allowed her unconscious mind to roam freely, trying to find a pattern in Mona’s movements.
The cuts were an angry shade of red when she finished, and she bent her head under the faucet to wash her face. As she finished, she wrapped the white linen bandages around both wrists, as was her custom. She began to brush her hair, mind going.
Her hair had been growing a bit longer without a proper haircut, so she twisted it into a braid at the back of her head. After she was finished she took her bloody cloak, tossed it into the wash, and began to stretch and warm up her muscles.
As she was in the middle of a backbend her comlink began to buzz. It was nearly 0400, but Jaskia never paid attention to the time. She diengaged one hand and brought the device close to her lips. “Hello?”
“I’m at the door,” Nait said. “Let me in.”
He clicked off, and Jaskia, unsure of her feelings, dropped to the ground and rolled to a standing position. Fixing her hair, she went to answer the door.
Nait was there, dressed in a light beige tunic and a brown obi. He looked so much like a Master of old that Jaskia was filled with nogstalia. Unfortunately, his face was not joking and nor was it remotely happy. He came in without invitation and Jaskia triple-locked the door behind him.
He turned around suddenly and grabbed her shoulders. “Jask...”
“What’s wrong?” she asked, frowning.
“I need to know something.”
“Anything,” she found herself saying. “If it’s within my knowledge, anyway.”
“Oh, it will be,” he growled. He pulled her close until they were nose-to-nose, and Jaskia realized for the first time how much taller and muscular he was than her. Her hackles began to raise, but he belayed no danger or anger. His scent filled her nose, and Jaskia felt a flutter of anticipation. “I want to know,” Nait whispered fiercely, “if you have some spare tin foil.”
Jaskia frowned, surprised by his request. “Uh... yeah. How much do you need?”
Nait’s expression suddenly softened. “I want to know,” he said gently, “if you’ll sit down with me for a second.”
And without waiting for an answer he took her hand and brought her to the couch. He sat too close, and she realized her heart was beginning to pound. What was he doing? “What’s going on?”
“I felt you,” he began. “You were digging into my skull and I damn near killed you. Or attempt to, anyway. I want to know why you were doing that.”
Jaskia stared at him, uncomprehending. Then she gasped, a hand flying to her mouth. “I didn’t mean to,” she said hurriedly. “I didn’t know, I’m honest.”
“I believe you,” Nait said, putting a hand on her arm. “It felt like you were stripping my insides away bare. Everything about me was suddenly laid open, and I could feel you grabbing at everything in my head. I couldn’t fight it, but I knew it was you. And as far as I know I’m the only one it happened to. So I want to know.”
Jaskia gave him a horrified look. “I...” Words failed her, and she buried her head in his shoulder. It was a gesture so totally out of character for her that Nait automatically put his arms around her, rocking her gently.
“You’re exhausted,” Nait whispered, “and I already know exactly what you were doing. There’s a blood stain where I’m sitting.”
They sat like that for a long time, and Jaskia allowed herself this one small comfort, this one smal measure of peace. “If you’re so sad,” he whispered finally, “I’d rather you told me instead of crying each time you looked into my mind.”
“I hate my life,” she whispered, her throat beginning to close again. “I... I hate it. But I can’t change it. I’m using it to the best of my ability. I want to kill Mona.”
“Scout told me everything that happened on the rooftop... and I feel it, too. But only because I looked. You were very sensitive to have caught it.” His admiration was quiet, but it was there. “Jask... I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Why can’t it be like it was before?”
She felt herself smile. “I’m glad I’m not the only one.”
He rocked her back and forth, chuckling to himself. “I miss it. Just getting into random trouble, one enemy, flying around the galaxy with a dysfunctional crew...”
“Rescuing you from prison or annoying stormies...”
“Then getting yelled at for it...”
Jaskia giggled and yawned. “I’m goin’ to sleep,” she mumbled, closing her eyes.
“Yeah, me too,” Nait said. “Hey, get up a moment.”
She stood as he requested and he led her to the bedroom. He dimmed the shades and climbed into her large double-bed. He looked at her expectantly and pat the space beside him. “I won’t bite,” he promised.
And Jaskia, going against her very own personality, climbed into bed next to him. She pressed her head into the crook of his neck and he wrapped his large, muscular arms around her. “Good morning, Auntie Jask.”
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Re: Survival, Dark Times 2 « Reply #2885 on Oct 10, 2009, 9:35am »
Leia
"As well as I can be." I answered, giving Sora a weak smile. "Although mother is gone, a part of her will always he with us. Whether you think like that or not, it's best to believe it. You find it somewhat comforting in the dead of night, when the sense of loss really kicks in."
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Re: Survival, Dark Times 2 « Reply #2886 on Oct 17, 2009, 2:23pm »
With her dark mahogany tied into an elaborate braid behind her head and her high-cheekboned face buffed to perfection, Janet was confident she looked presentable enough for the funeral. She leaned closer to the mirror, carefully painting on a transparent dark purple eyeshadow on her upper lids, careful to avoid the eyeliner she’d applied before. Then she stepped back to admire her reflection.
You look so sad, she thought to herself. It was the eye-makeup that did it, she knew, but the sadness ran deeper than that. It was even more raw than she let on.
Contemplating her reflection, she tied a dark sash around her waist and grabbed her jacket from the countertop. “Hon?” she asked, knowing Xandyr would hear her. “Are you ready to go?”
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Re: Survival, Dark Times 2 « Reply #2887 on Oct 18, 2009, 4:31pm »
Xandyr
I flung the black Jedi robes around me, a start contrast to my hair. I rarely wore them, though I had decided to today, out of respect. "Yeah." I answered, as I walked into the hall at the entrance of the appartment and waited for Janet. "To be honest I never thought I would see Coruscant like this." I idly commented, thinking of the recent deaths. Padme, Sonas, Mon Mothma and heck even Takk Tenann, who I barely got on with... they were all huge losses to the New Republic. And it seemed that the Jedi were powerless to do anything.
That was the part I found most disturbing. For the first time in a long time I was confused about what I was doing with my life. If I could do more...
"There seem to be spies everywhere." I continued, "People are looking over their shoulders, not knowing who to trust."
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Re: Survival, Dark Times 2 « Reply #2888 on Oct 19, 2009, 2:32pm »
"It's been like this forever," Janet said quietly, slipping her arms over his shoulders to kiss his neck. This is too much, stop, stop, stop--you'll only get hurt in the end. She let go under the pretense of stretching and threw a glance over her shoulder to look out the window. "We should get going. Who is going to be in attendance?"
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Re: Survival, Dark Times 2 « Reply #2889 on Oct 19, 2009, 2:59pm »
Xandyr
"As far as I know, pretty much everyone." I answered, "The Senator was known to a lot of people. And a lot of people are there to support Sora and Leia too."
We exitted the appartment and caught an air-taxi. Within minutes we had arrived.
"It's just as I thought." I said as I got out of the speeder. "A large turnout. Hopefully the support will help Padme's family. I've never lost a loved one. And I'd rather not, so I can't imagine what they are going through."
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Re: Survival, Dark Times 2 « Reply #2890 on Nov 30, 2009, 7:36pm »
"I can," Janet said, "but eventually you just move on with your life. Going around moping isn't doing the dead any justice at all--it's downright embaressing, at least in my opinion."
She laced her arm through Xandyr's. "You're a sweetheart, though."
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Re: Survival, Dark Times 2 « Reply #2891 on Dec 1, 2009, 5:42pm »
Xandyr
I smiled. "So I've been told."
We continued across to the funeral. On the way I glanced to the left and in the distance I noticed the three memorial spires. One for Luke Skywalker, one for Mon Mothma and the last for Takk Tenann. I still felt guilty about giving that guy the cold shoulder, even if he was a complete jackass!
The building was absolutely packed. It looked more like a buzzing social event rather than an occasion to mourn. Although I had never known her well, this was probably what she wanted. And like Janet said, moping around wouldn't benefit anyone. At the front of the room I seen Sora Trok, looking a little worse for wear, speaking with Leia Organa, his step-daughter. Although she looked a little pale, she seemed to be in much higher spirits than Sora. She was probably accustomed to loss. First her adoptive parents, along with the rest on her home planet of Alderaan, then Luke... or maybe she just had the same attitude as Janet.
"Looks like everyone is here." I said to Janet as I slipped into two seats behind Han Solo and his Wookiee companion Chewbacca. They seemed oblivious to those around them so I continued to talk to Janet.
"I'm still pretty shocked at how much of an impact the Senator had on all these people. I mean look at Solo. He's in his own little world."
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Re: Survival, Dark Times 2 « Reply #2892 on Dec 18, 2009, 5:38pm »
OOC: Just writing up a sorta big post just because its been so long and I want to get things rolling again.
Sora
Although initial emotions and reactions felt like Leia was wrong, the better side of me, the sensible side that everyone knew so well, tried to come through and listen to her words. Deep down, I knew she was right, but it didn't feel that way...not on the outside.
It had been so confusing lately...since her death, a part of me felt like a different person, and I even had brief moments of anger...such a strong anger that I never had in my life before. Like how I treated my son, Caitlin, or heck everyone...a part of me wanted to stop and go back to how I was, but another part of me resisted, and sometimes that last part won.
I felt like I had lost a part of me, and I had never felt like that before. I had dealt with so much, so when I really snapped into reality and thought about it, why did all of this affect me so much? However, that didn't stop how I felt...initial feelings still won out at times, and I definitely wasn't the same as I had been.
Where had the Sora Trok that everyone knew gone?
I didn't think like this until recently, until I spoke to Rachea in the dream...but it didn't heal things. It didn't fix things. I still wasn't happy with any of this, and still felt like something needed to be done about all this chaos...but I did realize, as much as a part of me hated it, that the outbursts at people had to stop...at least, for now.
But that didn't change alot of what I thought, and the fact that I wasn't the same...and I still felt alot of malice and anger that I didn't know it was even possible to feel.
"I suppose you're right." I told Leia, looking around as more people piled into the Church. Alot of old friends, and new friends, were here. Only a few were missing. "I'm going to, uh, see the other guests."
It was still hard not to lash out in anger at people...everyone, anyone. In a way, I felt like I wanted to just punch a wall as hard as I could, but that wasn't exactly me...which was sorta worrisome, but everything with Mona and Padme caused me to ignore that aspect. However, I at least knew that Padme would want me to remain calm...even with all the people I was angry at, and how confused I was when it came to Mona and how exactly that huge scheme managed to be pulled off and I never noticed a thing.
I saw Marlena and her new husband, Declan, enter...I didn't fully want her here, but I decided to just hold back as best I could and let it slide, let it just go by without a word...for now.
Caitlin
I stood near the front of the Church, but I wasn't by Padme's coffin...I was beside a very small coffin, with what remained of my father: His head. Unlike Padme's coffin, his was closed...while Padme's body was still intact, my father's was not, obviously...and it helped keep the memory of how he died quelled as much as possible if the coffin was closed.
My siblings had yet to arrive, and I didn't know if they'd even be able to make it. We all had rocky relationships with Sonas, and if one of them skipped it, I wouldn't be surprised...it may be hard to get here anyways, considered we are all spread out across the universe.
Then there was my mother...since the deaths of Padme and my dad, I had reunited with her and tried to get a hold on her sanity..it was obvious that she hadn't fully come out of that catatonic state, and for awhile she just went on about killing that "slut, whore, bitch"...slowly, however, she was coming out of it. Now, she was almost out of it all the way, or at least close to that point, but she had to be confined. Not in prison or a jail, just in a comfortable insanity ward.
I didn't like it, but as a doctor myself, I knew that it was the best thing. I hated to admit it, but my mother had kidnapped a woman and watched my father died...she practically condemned him to his death, even if she wasn't in her right mind. She just needed help...I knew she wasn't evil like Mona was.
I looked down at my father's small coffin. Maybe even I didn't want to do this, considering what a troubled relationship I had with him, but I knew that he deserved to be laid to rest, and I was the one family member that could definitely attend this service, so I had to. It was only right.
And...and...
Despite his horrific and wrong actions, I did still love him in a way...he was my father, and he raised me...I resented him, but I still loved him...and he should have been brought to justice properly, not cut up into a million pieces, even though I had some degree of sympathy for Mona...but my feelings on her were confusing too...she was definitely evil, and never should have killed Padme. Never. I didn't understand how she could do that to someone who was completely innocent and unrelated to all of this.
In fact, my uncle was completely innocent in all of this, too...that is until he started acting out at everyone, including me. But we had...sort of mended our fences, and at least he let us have a joint funeral. That was probably all he'd ever give Sonas.
I turned around, and saw someone approaching: Cyan Feros, a friend of mine. I didn't see him often, but I did see him from time to time.
"Hello, Caitlin." he said, smiling for a brief moment.
"Hey, Cyan, nice to see you here today." I said simply, swallowing hard. Not because of Cyan, just because of how hard all of this was.
"Yes...I came here because I was an...aqcuaintance, or a distant friend, of the Troks...and since two of them are being laid to rest today, it was only right that I attend..." he said distantly, staring off at Sora for a moment.
"Cyan, are you alright?" I asked, glancing at my uncle, who was greeting many guests.
"Yes...I just was thinking about Captain Trok and all that he has been through. It truly is horrible, but how is he?" Cyan asked slowly, looking back to me. "Is he still lashing out at those around him."
I raised an eyebrow. "How did you know about that?" I asked, though it wasn't like this fiasco had been kept from anyone. After Padme died, all the secrets came out and it affected everyone.
"I know alot of people around here, and I see Sora from time to time...so I just see and hear various things." Cyan replied.
"Well, he's better, kinda. I think he just needed to take a minute to calm down...but he's still rather withdrawn, and I think deep down, he's probably still angry about alot of things. Not that he shouldn't be...I just wish he would handle it better, though I don't know if I have the right to say that...and its weird, Sora has always been the calm one in situations like this, and even though he lost his wife and got a huge shocker, its weird to see him like this...almost worrisome." I said, thinking outloud for a moment.
"Yes, yes indeed...Sora Trok has been a hero for many years now, someone to rely on...I only hope that doesn't cease." Cyan said, still looking at Sora from time to time, and a concerned tone was in his voice.
But perhaps he was just worried for him, like the rest of us.
"You know, I kinda want to sit down...want to sit with me? It seems like alot of my family isn't going to be here so I'm probably going to have some free seats next to me, and it looks like that is sorely needed. " I said, changing the subject.
"Sure." Cyan answered, then we turned and headed for some seats.
Nack
It had been a rough time since Mona put her plan into action and murdered Padme...my dad, my own father had angrily attacked me...and it seemed like he may hate me, but he hadn't really talked to me since then. Not like I had the courage to approach him, though, even though I still hung around here, because I didn't really have a home, and I refused to go back to my evil, heartless sister.
No one had arrested me for anything involving the deaths of Padme and Sonas, which I really thought would happen. It made me wonder if my dad had calmed down, but if he ever saw me on the streets, he just looked at me for a minute.
I felt so much guilt over what happened...I hated it. I never really was a willing participant, but Mona had forced me and tried to turn me against my family and their friends...I had stayed with her, as her accomplice, for so long. Now it seemed more disgusting than it did then.
I walked into a psychtriactic clinic. One not far from the Killer and the places that my dad and his various friends seemed to live...my aunt, Lynn, was here. She was the only other person that had been held right in Mona's clutches like I was, and the only other one that really helped her, not counting Xizor and those Black Sun people that I never really met. Of course there was Sem Estaire, who Mona used by bribing her with deathsticks and used the girl's addiction to her advantage, but Lynn was a family member. Lynn's situation was ten times different than mine, and she wasn't even fully competant, but maybe I could talk to her.
I walked up to her room...there was a small glass window beside the door, so we could see each other. I nervously sat down in the chair there, and pressed a button so she could hear me. "Um...Lynn?" I said.
Lynn had been laying on her bed, and she looked up at me, approaching the window so she could talk back. Once she activated the comm, she spoke. "You...you were the boy on Mona's ship...the boy at that other place where so many people were when I killed...when I killed or...captured....whoever I captured. You are Sora's, my brother in law, son...correct?" she asked.
It seemed Lynn was still trying to get the details of reality straight, but this was the first time I heard her realize that she didn't kill Ivy Trok like Mona made her unstable mind believe...she really was getting better, she just hadn't fully come out of that weird state yet. "Yes, I am the one that worked with Mona...kinda willingly, kinda not." I told her, gulping.
"What do you want?" Lynn asked.
"I wanted to talk to you...you are the only other one that helped Mona in all of this, even if you didn't really realize what you were doing. And if you don't want to, thats fine...I just really need to talk to someone." I answered, hoping she'd be alright with this.
"I remember...talking to my, um, children at times, when they had something on their mind. My sweet daughter, Caitlin, helped me remember that...I'm not the best one to talk to, especially right now, but fine." Lynn said.
"I want to ask you...how do you feel, now that you can...uhh, think, more? How do you feel about everything that happened? With Padme and...Sonas?" I questioned slowly.
Lynn just stared at me for what seemed like forever. She was silent, and for a second I wondered if I caused her to have a gigantic relapse, but finally she responded. She was just in deep thought. "I...I'm not sure. I sorta feel bad, you know...I didn't even know that girl...that girl that I thought was...nevermind. I sorta feel bad, but at the same time, I don't...I almost feel cold towards everything, like my feelings haven't really come back after I woke up or whatever happened to me. I feel anger towards Sonas and that evil woman that he worked with...I still feel so furious, the anger eats me up...but.." she said, stopping.
"But?" I slowly asked.
"I feel really angry and bitter...but...I did love Sonas...even when I let him die...I loved him, but the anger overpowered me at the time...I don't know if I regret it, but I can say that I love him, but I guess that doesn't exactly matter now, does it? He died, and I am still here, barely able to describe my feelings outside of venomous resentment towards everyone." Lynn explained. I thought I saw a tear form in her eye, but it went away...in this state of mind, she was rather cold.
"I know how you feel, sorta...about resentment." I muttered.
She gave me a look. "Do you? Do you really know how this feels?" she asked, a hint of offense in her voice.
"M-maybe not, but I've just struggled with resentment towards my father...all my life I have, but it really grew when Mona played on it. For a long time, she held me prisoner, and played on my emotions heavily. She tried to turn me against him and everything else...and...she sorta succeeded. Thats how she got me under her control...she let her hatred for Sora and the Galaxy bleed into me." I said, talking longer than I originally planned.
For the first time, I was actually opening up about what Mona did to me and that recurring resentment I had towards my dad.
Lynn looked like she was thinking for a moment. "I see...so are you saying you are like her, and have those same feelings? Because obviously, you worked with her for a time." she said.
"No, my feelings were never as horrible as Mona's are...I don't think I could ever hate my dad that much, even though I have spent the bulk of my life without him and my mom. But still, there was some that I've tried to make go away...I know my dad is a good man, and really tried to tell myself that when Padme died...and I tried to stop it, even, I did...but it was too late." I replied, going into deep thought myself for a minute about what I felt on everything.
"So, what are you saying? Despite how you worked with Mona and helped her in all of this, and hated Sora, you really don't feel that way?" Lynn queried, not quite understanding this.
"I'm not sure..." I answered nervously.
"Hate is a strong thing...a very strong thing. That sl-Ivy hated Sora and that woman, Marlene or whatever, for what they did...she tried to bleed it into Sonas, and he agreed to work with her and because of that, both Mona and I were filled with enormous hatred...then Mona tried to bleed it into you. Hate is a vicious cycle, Nick." Lynn told me.
"Its Nack," I corrected gently "And here's the thing: I-I don't know if...I don't know if I really hate my father, or if I even ever wanted to hate my father and all of my other family and friends...I don't want to be like Mona. I want to stop the hate...stop it before it spreads anymore."
As I looked away, lost in confusion about the situation, Lynn scowled. "Ha. Don't make me laugh...I've begun to learn that the hate can't stop, and it can't leave you...it obviously has yet to leave me, and you may end up hating your father just as much as your sister does. Don't have stupid dreams that you can stop the cycle...I tried and it didn't work. Just get out of my sight if you plan on continuing with that...it makes me sick. Hate may be something we just have to live with."
I slowly stood, silent after Lynn's sudden burst of frusteration at me...I didn't know what to say or think, because part of me knew that she was still trying to get her mind together and that was bound to create some frusteration, especially with all the anger she had boxed up at Sonas and Ivy, that she only just was able to unleash.
Before we could continue, two orderlies came and slowly got Lynn out of her cell. "Come on, Lynn, time for your appointment with the shrink." one said.
They began to lead her away, and I watched her leave until suddenly, I blurted something out. "I'm...I'm sorry for what Sonas and Ivy did to you, Lynn. You didn't deserve your family being ripped apart like that...you never did anything, and it didn't even concern you."
Lynn whirled around, stunned. "What?!" she exclaimed. She fell silent for a moment, before lowering her tone. "You're...you're the first person to ever say that to me..in all of these years."
The orderlies began to pull Lynn away, but it was like something snapped in her brain, and she looked right at me. "Nack, Nack, wait, wait, I was wrong! You don't have to hate...you can break the cycle here...don't stop...never give up...never give up!" she screamed as she was led away.
Erin
I stood in my room in my fancy apartment, getting all dressed up and beautiful for the day. Everyone had been so sad around here lately...even Niat, but I was going to cheer my sweetums up! It had been so long since Niat and I spent quality time together...so last night, I had one of my butlers spy on him and see where he went for the night, so I could go surprise him today!
And he went to the perfect place: Juicekia's apartment!!
"I'm coming for you, Niat!" I yelled happily as I left my apartment and walked on the streets of Coruscant, fluffing my hair. "Oh, Niat, you will just love me forever and ever...because, after all, who couldn't love me? I am thin, blonde, beautiful, and I just have the best attitude about everything!"
Soon, I got to Juicekia's apartment, but the door was locked!
"Good thing I've learned how to unlock doors, because people always accidentally lock me out of places!" I said to myself, quietly getting out a neat little tool to pick the lock.
I then entered the apartment, and found the bedroom...Niat was already in bed. Awww!
"Honey, I'm HOME!!!" I yelled, before jumping right onto the bed. "WEEEEEEEE!"
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Re: Survival, Dark Times 2 « Reply #2893 Yesterday at 8:14am »
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Han
Han fixed his posture as he saw Leia walk back down towards him. He shifted over slightly as she sat down, but she leaned against him.
"How is he?" Han asked.
"Not good." She replied, "Under the circumstances his grief is understandable, but he's keeping it all inside. That will only lead to more pain in the end."
"Maybe I could talk to him?"
"No... no I don't think you should." She replied as she grasped Han's hand with he rown. "It's nothing personal, but Sora isn't in the mood for talking to anyone right now. I don't think he appreciates all this sympathy, and I have a feeling that if one more person offers their condolences he's going to crack. I'd rather not have you be the person he takes out his frustrations on."
Han simply nodded.
"Uh, excuse me..." A voice came from behind them. "Senator Organa, I just want to say how sorry I am for your loss." said Xandyr Foxx, who was sitting behind them with his girlfriend Janet.
"Thank you." Leia replied with a weak smile. "I appreciate your support."
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Re: Survival, Dark Times 2 « Reply #2894 Yesterday at 2:58pm »
Marlena
I slowly made my way into the Church. As Declan and I went through the bustling crowd, I wondered if I really should be here, if I even had the right to be here. I had met both Padme and Sonas, but I didn't know either extraordinarily well, and I wasn't sure how Sora would react. Everyone said he had calmed down but I still worried, and everyone knew that he wasn't in the perfect mood.
However, Declan had insisted that we come, and it seemed that he was allowing everyone to attend. I just didn't want to cause a scene...not today, not here. This should be about Padme.
"It'll be alright." Declan whispered, probably feeling my unrest through the Force.
"I know," I said with a nod "I know."
Soon, we decided to sit beside Han and Leia...at least those were some friendly faces that we knew wouldn't have an outburst.
As Declan and I sat down, I smiled at them. "Han, Leia, its good to see you, I hope you both are doing well..it seems like its going to be a full house." I said, still slightly nervous. "I just hope we all hold up alright."
"Alot of people loved Padme, and its good that they've all gathered here today." Declan commented.
Trika
I walked into the Church beside Caleb, and looked around at everyone. Alot of people were here, and most of them I recognized. A few I hadn't seen since I first met Padme, but alot of the regular faces around Coruscant were here, except for a few.
I sighed heavily and began to walk through the crowds, and even saw that Jedi Xandyrr Fox and his friend Janet. "Didn't they vanish on a picnic?" I whispered. "Meh, nevermind."
I saw Sora up at the front, and he didn't look happy. He just seemed...solemn, and he was slowly greeting some of the guests. Sora hadn't really been himself lately, and that worried me. Sora was usually so controlled, but now, he wasn't. I knew he lost Padme to his evil blasted devil daughter that he never knew about, and that had a huge affect on him...I just didn't want him to become the type of person that he had always fought against.
But that would never happen. I knew my brother.
"Poor Sora," I said to Caleb "I still can't believe this all happened."
Allison
I walked through the halls of Xizor's palace...I hadn't seen Mona, Xizor, Athren, or Jenn for awhile, but they had all been on my mind. Specifically, Mona. I was okay and all, but I was getting more and more uneasy around here...it seemed like the more I got to know her and what she had done, she got more disturbing.
I was a bounty hunter, and had seen the worst of the worst. Hell, I killed people myself, and I didn't care, but Mona and what she did was a new level of disturbing. I didn't mind at first, because what she was doing wasn't that horrible, but now it just seemed like it was getting out of control...but who was I to judge?
However, now I at least wanted to talk to Jenn about it, to see what she thought.
"Jenn..." I said, finally finding her "I want to talk to you about something...its about Mona. Its nothing big, and I probably shouldn't be opening my mouth, but its about everything she's doing. Its starting to creep me out."
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