@jedisolitude plotted
vencikye hadn’t expected much out of a mission to tatooine, in truth. there just wasn’t much happening there, and she couldn’t see what intelligence they could obtain that’d be worth the trip. ( freeing slaves was worth the trip, at least; but no matter how many they freed, they could not end the slave trade without drawing unwanted attention. ) at least, she couldn’t see it until she was staring right at the face of jedi master obi-wan kenobi.
her first thought wasn’t intelligence for the rebellion when she saw him, however. her first thought was, i thought you were dead. i thought you’d died without knowing who i was. suddenly there were tears pooling in her eyes, though she blinked them back before she approached him and caught his sleeve. she was careful not to say his name — she herself was operating under an alias, and the same might be true for her father. her father. gods, they’d met so briefly, so many years ago, and she had only been satine’s niece. she had to wonder if he would even remember her.
“ i know who you are, ” was all vencikye said, her voice cracking. she was still holding his sleeve. “ and we need to speak in private. ”
