It began as peculiar happenings and hushed, frightful whispers. Sightings of armored figures moving through the wilderness, and a sudden, strangely shaped eclipse in the skies. Inciting fear among the villages scattered across the region. Many of the settlements were rural, having been spared from both the galactic war, and being subjects to the rule of either the Empire or the Republic. So much as anything remotely outside of the mundane warranted that they remain within the confines of their villages' borders.
Vasta, however, had not felt the same concern when the warnings reached her ears. She had not been born to this world's sheltered meekness. By right, her inheritance was arrogance and apathy. And it was that arrogance that made their paths cross. Her's — and an Imperial's.
Vasta had seen the like before already in the years before the Republic's new reign. Though clad in armor haphazardly mended together, it was evident that she was in the presence no common trooper. By his unique face-like visor, the signifying markings on his helmet — But most of all, the manner in which he carried himself. His very presence commanding obedience, awe, and terror.
Yet even this had not stirred the indifference from Vasta's being. Her eyes quite obviously sized him up as she made no move to flee, nor offered any word towards the trooper. After all, Imperials were little more than scavengers. Tyrants stripped of their glory and purpose, and left to scrape up the barest of survival in the new era. No — Even this one in all his crumbling glory, was not worthy of her fear. ; @lmperiums.