A happy memory, An event that defines them, Something they’re proud of. ^_^
A happy memory
Aurhia: My first day off Tython. I was on Carrick station, probably shouldn’t have been wandering on my own (if Master Danan had known he would have been displeased). It was late at night and I found my way to the cantina at the center of the station. The very first person I met was a soldier on “patrol” on the station, named Kjvago, KJ for short, and soon after another Padawan named Matilda. A little while later there was another solider who was patroling with KJ, his name started with I think an M but I forget now what it was, only that he was KJ’s superior officer. We didn’t spend a lot of time talking but it was the first I’d heard of the war directly from someone who knew about it firsthand, and the first real conversation I’d had with non-Jedi in over fifteen years. I lost track of the other two, but KJ and I are still friends and our paths cross now and again.
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An event that defines them
Aydrien: I use’ ta be reckless. Though’ I was gonna live fas’ an’ die young. Leave a purty corpse, yeah? Nearly go’ my wish. See, I wasn’ th’ firs’ cap’n uh th’ Escape. She use’ ta carry a full crew. We had some lean times an’ star’ed carryin’ riskier cargo. An’ a’ leas’ one a us was always on th’ wrong side a somebody. Weren’ uncommon fer all a us ta ge’ blackou’ drunk an’ glitterstimmed up, wake up in strange places. Miracle i’ took so long fer someone ta come gunnin’ fer us ah guess. One nigh’ af’er a ‘specially large take, we were in a cantina on Nar Shaddaa, ge’in’ bombed outta our min’s, an’ a coupla guys wi’ slugthrowers show up an’ tear through all a us. Guess there was a Mark on Stoffi. Tha’s uh… he was th’ cap’n an’…
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…an’ my husband. He uh, he took a’ leas’ two a th’ bulle’s mean’ fer me. I still go’ hi’ pretty bad but… bu’ he pu’ himself between me an’ them.
Spen’ months in medical recov’rin’. Unconscious fer weeks, din’ think I was gonna make it. Had a lo’ a time ta think on wha’d happened. Think i’ wou’da been easier ‘f I ha’n’ woke up. No’ tha’ I wan’ed ta die ‘r anythin’ jus’… th’ hardes’ par’ a gettin’ back on mah fee’ was knowin’ they weren’ ou’ there wai’in’ fer me anymore. An’ walkin’ again took a helluva lo’ more discipline than I’d ever needed. I HAD to change. Otherwise I’d never a go’en outta tha’ bed again. Folk go through somethin’ like tha’, they say i’ changes ya. Bu’… the impor’an’ thing is, I CHOSE ta change. Won’ say all th’ changes were fer th’ better, min’ ya. Bu’ i’ was my choice. It’s no’ th’ shootin’ tha’ defined me. I’s the choice I made after.
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Something they’re proud of
Nemmy: The little green bird tugs on the rope handle of his treasures box, dragging it an inch at a time from under his nice fluffy bed. The sturdy black wood of the lid thunks to the side when he presses the metal button on the front.
Inside, his shinies sparkle. He has quite the collection now. Pretty stones, bits of metal and jewelry… and his newest, greatest prize. A real corusca. He knows what it’s called because Aurhiamama told him. It’s kind of reddish and as he bats it around on a cloth, the light sparks inside, like a fire.
This one he got from the pretty nightingale lady who sings. He didn’t even have to do anything! She just gave it to him! He trills a snippet of one of her songs, spinning the gem to watch the light inside it.
