Milla almost never stepped off the ship because she was allowed to. she almost always got into trouble when she got free reign over whatever planet they docked at, and as such her parents stopped letting her off-board. except that made it worse, because she always wanted to see. so really, she just snuck out a lot. and such was the case when the bright horizon docked on...
wait, where was she?
she hadn’t asked before slipping away, and now she found herself wandering around looking for clues. giving up, because she’d never been much for geography, she stared down at her map, asking for help from a passerby. “which planet is this?” wait, what if they weren’t on a planet? she should’ve just asked before she ran off.
rey had taken the trip to takodana because it was one of the very few planets that still had some sort of communication ability, however limited. there were a few others, of course – but she would be stupid to risk a trip to coruscant, considering it was still under imperial control. she may have been a nobody in this timeline, but it was a foolish risk, and she worked very hard not to take those. and takodana was... special.
of course, once there, once her holonet device showed signs of working... she realized she didn’t know who to reach out to. everything felt so different, now – the world was familiar enough in its way, but the way she felt within it... it was wrong. she barely felt like she belonged in her own skin, let alone in this galaxy. what if all her friends were different, too?
rey stood on a hill overlooking maz kanata’s palace, holonet device hanging loosely in her fingers. even now, as used to the diverse galaxy as she was, the beauty of takodana and it’s abundance of botanical life took her breath away. “what am i doing?” she asked herself, voice barely over a whisper.
Sabe had been moving through the Outer Rim for a little while, gathering data, any details or information she could bring to the New Rebellion on Onderon, or give to Padme for use as she saw fit, but thing s were getting more strained and after a little too close to call skirmish with what looked like spice runners, she figured it was time to get home. Luckily not many things could keep up with her starfighter. Maybe she could go to Naboo and hideaway for sometime at the family lakehouse. But she knew the work was important and she wanted to see what others knew about the small bag of kybercrystals she relieved one of the Pyke’s of too. So many questions.
The sudden loss of onboard systems for a moment and then not able to reach, well anything, was more than unnerving. She shouldn’t have been thinking about Naboo, she thought to herself as she dropped out of subspace. Luckily there were planetoid body’s and after some scary atmosphere hoping Sabe realized she was at Coruscant, and at least that was familiar. Plus things looked a mess as she got closer to the surface, and managed to find a hangar for th ship. She wanted out and looked around, wondering where to start first to figure out what the hell was happening.
Sabine stared up at the endless expanse of galaxies around her, watching as two little suns’ rays peeked their way over the horizon, honey interrupting the amethyst twinkling of stars above. This planet, for all of its dangers, was beautiful, that much was true. The hues above blended seamlessly, and all Sabine could do was stare in awe and silence up at the universe around them, a still wonder about the teeming nature of life filling the background of their mind.
Mud that had crusted over into dirt specked the underside of her boots, and they picked it away aimlessly. Their mind was somewhere else this sunsrise. Again, she nodded to herself in pensive silence.
Don’t worry, Ezra. I haven’t forgotten you.
And, it was as true as the air rushing through their lungs. Months had gone by since he had passed away, but they knew, somewhere inside, that he was watching over them even now. With that dopey grin and a quip on his tongue, he was there. It was a dull ache, a constant hum in their bones, that had kept her from giving up amid the stressors of war (like so many others had done before her). A heaviness pulled at their heart, a biting doubt that if only she had been a little faster— or had they been more communicative—
But it was no good to blame themself. Ezra was lost, and then he was found. And then he was lost again, but this time, with more permanence. It wasn’t her fault. Or, at least, that’s what their family had said. It’s not your fault. If only they could believe that.
So, they waited. They waited, and wondered if she should contact old friends for the first time in weeks. Those friends were not lost to time and space, just at a different point within it, after all. It had been lonely the last few weeks, chasing a lead of information that turned out, after all, to be nothing. Maybe it was time for them to reach out again, to return to community again. It was a task for another day (Sabine had stayed up all night repairing the speeder bike she borrowed and the weariness had finally caught up to them), but one that should come to pass nonetheless.
Sabine let their eyelids, heavy with the weight of all they still had to accomplish, flutter shut. Before passing into dreams, they remembered the way his crooked smile twisted up at the corner of his mouth. Sabine let themself grin, too.
I will never forget you, vod’ika.
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(Image Description: A mountain range in the distance, enveloped in shadow. It is sunrise, and the sun’s orange rays blend into a sky of deep purple. Constellations of stars dot the sky en masse. A shooting star burns through the center of the image as a single, thin, white streak.)
How long had it been since he had stepped foot on the surface of Coruscant without any malicious intent behind his actions? Surely it had been far too long. A planet so beautiful had once been on his destruction list but he's finding himself glad that it had survived. He makes his way towards the café, after all, he's here for leisure and pleasure and nothing beyond that. He's done with the war for today. No talks of such, no thoughts of it, either, he'd much rather be here, enjoying the sun and a cup of coffee outside. He takes a seat once he's arrived at the café and has placed an order, but what he's not expecting is the company. Dark gaze shifts upward, looking toward the new comer with mild interest. "Well, if you're not here about the war or the sides, take a seat and order a drink. I'll accept the company."
when she had first awoken on dantooine, bastila had been confused. then confusion had given way to concern, had given way to worry, had given way to fear. if she was here, then where was revan? where was the rest of their crew? what had become of their mission - of malak? the questions had raced around her head, and as she traveled to the nearest farmstead, she found herself gaining more questions than answers.
now, some time had passed since she had awoken, and her understanding of the situation she had found herself in was still limited, but she had forced herself to find some calm. not quite peace, but close enough for her to be able to get by. she had devised a plan, and she intended to see it through.
working the land was something that bastila considered to be somewhat beneath her, but it was work that paid, and as she had given the majority of her personal savings to her mother back on tatooine ( 3000 years ago. she still couldn’t quite wrap her mind around that ) and didn’t have access to the ebon hawk’s collective finances, she needed the credits.
in the time she had spent here, she had began to grow used to the people of dantooine. she could recognise some of them individually, but more generally she had gained an understanding of what the people of dantooine looked like as a collective, so when she saw someone who didn’t fit the regular type, she took note.
there was something... different about them in the force as well, she noted. more on impulse than any real thought, she approached them and commented, “you are not from here, are you?”
This was not the first time that the Barsen’thor - Melyn - had woken in the Odessen wilds and, begrudgingly, they accepted that it probably wouldn’t be the last. What was concerning this time, however, was the fact that no matter how far they walked or how they stretched their senses, they couldn’t sense any other sentients, much less their allies.
It made no sense. Odessen should have been teeming with members of the Alliance. It wasn’t possible for them to have all just left overnight. With a frustrated sigh, she stopped her exploring. Wandering blindly through the wilds was unlikely to get her anywhere.
Deciding on a different approach, she sat cross-legged on the ground, settling herself. She cleared her mind of her worries and racing thoughts, letting herself dip into the Force and, from there, she reached outwards.
The Nexus on Odessen should sustain herself - if she could just bridge a temporary connection to someone else, somewhere else... perhaps she could get some answers or, at least, a ride to somewhere more populated.
-open for fellow Rebels who are hanging out at the Rebel Base-
- @galacticsopens-
Rose watched the radar readouts as they crawled across the screen in front of her. All was well, for now. But she knew how quickly that could change, hence why she routinely checked the readouts for any indication of things not being OK for the rebels. Behind her, she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. “Nothing to report for the moment,” Rose said, not looking behind her, her eyes still stuck on the screen as if daring it to show her anything but clear skies above the base. “Not sure if you wanted to know that but there you have it.”
