Ando Waves

[Freyja Storm]

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Ando was one of the nicer places that Freyja spent time on in the Outer Rim on the run, the great oceans of the planet were a piece of tranquility in the rather chaotic race that was her life. She had spent a decent amount of time on the planet, it was one of her main hubs between her various jobs, she owned a small house on one of the rocky islands that littered the oceans. It allowed her the time to be free of the tensions of looking behind her all the time. The threat of her sister seemingly always just beyond the horizon. The native Aqualish was the one bad part of the Ocean planet, their language was just a pain to understand and very few spoke or understood basic, she had to use pidgeon Huttese and a few other languages to get by. Their rash and aggressive nature however suited Freyja, they were a good source of jobs and income as a number of local crime guilds and law enforcement in equal measure would come looking for Aqualish to hire out and most of them preferred to deal with a pretty blonde than a gruff blue beast.

Blonde, that was part of the identity here. When she spoke basic it was with a Republica accent and she went by a different name. It helped keep the Sith off her trail and let her enjoy the waves in peace.

She stood bartering with one of the food vendors in the nearby trade centre to her house. It served her own island as well as half a dozen of the nearby ones as well. A five dozen traders each with their own little stall surrounded the small spaceport. Only a few transport's came in every day, most were inter-planet, moving goods or people to the nearby islands. Though often you would have an outside ship, people coming to visit either for the local scenery or the local thuggery.

"Four credits each. Not one more." She spoke in Huttese as she slammed her hand down on the counter. The Aqualish was taking the mick, he was faking misunderstanding for the drawn-out debate, but she knew full well he understood Huttese, he was just trying to make a fool of her. It took all her self control to not pull her blaster and place it between his four eyes and pull the trigger. But that wouldn't get her the Bantha meat and probably spoil her tranquil spot forcing her to flee the one decent world out here. The Aqualish laughed and tried to once again feign ignorance when she leaned forward a look of pure murder in her eyes. The alien finally gave up, holding up his hands. "Four credits then. Though you are robbing me." He said back in perfect Huttese. Freyja huffed as he plunked down a crate of Bantha meat on the counter.

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[Aurora Blackwood]

Her trek through the Outer Rim continued. Jedi Master Aurora Thaylena Blackwood could have been easily mistaken for another Outer Rim vagrant. Her brown robe was a mix of tattered fabric and fraying edges. Her boots had seen far better days, and her clothes were in various stages of being clearly old. Aurora dressed with a purpose. The Outer Rim was home to a variety lost souls, she was just another. Even when the influence of the Empire crept forth she was still of little consequences. Another nomad wandering the far out worlds.

Of course, Aurora’s purpose on Ando was a great deal different. Her search continued. She was no longer the lone watcher. The Jedi would return to the galaxy, but only when they were truly ready. Seventy-two years of studying the Force would finally be put to full use. First, she needed students. Aurora had said as much to Val when they parted. Her place in the Rebellion could not begin until she was ready. Aurora was scouring the galaxy for those who might form the future Jedi Order. Unfortunately, pickings were slim.

In another time she might have followed the guidance of the Force. The Darkside made that terribly difficult. The paths were all clouded, covered in a haze she could not penetrate. Aurora was forced to guess and rely on nudges from the Light. A truly difficult task. She searched the Outer Rim first for good reason. The long arms of the Empire were weakest here. Near the Republica, Old Empire, and Hutta, nearly all the Force sensitive children were snatched up. In the Outer Rim, some escaped their clutches. Aurora followed a hunch to the ocean word of Ando. She could only pray it would be worth the trip.

So it was that her boots squelched through the muddy streets of the market. Her eyes scanning the crowd. The Force was a pinprick in her chest. Her signature nothing. A strange prickle ran up her spine. One she knew all too well. A flare of anger flavoring the Force. Darkness. Aurora searched for the source. @Braden Drake

 

[Freyja Storm]

Freyja mumbled something in basic, it wasn't pleasant, a derogative she learned back in the core, something her fellow Imperial Agents used to call the aliens of the world. Part of her hoped that he understood what she said, but if he did the Aqualish didn't respond. He just went back to selling his wares in his native tongue to the next Aqualish standing behind her. She picked up the small crate and plonked it down on the small grav board she was using to carry her supplies. She was hoping to bed down on Ando for a month or maybe a bit longer. Her last job had paid her well and it was good practice to stay out of the limelight for a while, in case you liked to attract the attention of your crazy, power hungry, revenge-filled sister.

"Meat, veg, cleaning products. What else do I need." She said out loud to herself. She scanned the market around her, taking in the wares for each stall ticking off her mental list of needs. She really needed a droid or something to keep tabs of what was running out. Perhaps with her next paycheck, she heard of some MR4's going cheap on Naboo. Her dark boots were covered in mud from the market's floor, luckily it hadn't rained for a few days so nothing splatted up onto her tan trousers or the white shirt. A gust of wind from the departing shuttle overhead blew a bunch of dust into her face forcing her to turn away. As she did Freyja noticed a rather odd looking person in the market. The odd thing about them was that they were not odd, they looked like any other beaten down traveller in the outer rim. There was nothing to make them stand apart from the next tattered traveller. But something seemed to draw her eye. Then an Aqualish walked past standing on her toe.

"You nerf herding, bantha loving, four eyes freak." She spat at the Aqualish. As he walked off into the crowd a group of his friends crowding around him. She felt her anger rise and reached for her blaster at her side. It was half-way out of its holster, but then she remembered her house here and why she was on Ando. 'To get away from the killing.' If just for a moment.

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[Aurora Blackwood]

Aurora’s body tighten reflexively. Years of training forced her body to relax. Her eyes continued to sweep the crowd, searching. The Force flared again with powerful anger. This time the source was unmistakeable. A woman standing opposite a ring of natives. White hot heat pulsed from the stranger. Aurora could feel the woman’s pulsating desire to draw her blaster. She saw the weapon begin to slip from its holster. Her own hand dropped towards her side. No innocent life was being taken today. In a flash, the anger disappeared. It was hammered down by the woman. Aurora frowned in surprised. A true Sith would have cut those few down without a second thought. Anger would have turned to rage in an instant. Odd.

Aurora kept her hand on her blaster, her eyes never leaving the woman. She approached from the side, careful to make her movement non-threatening. A part of her knew she should leave well enough alone, but no stone could be left unturned. A rebuilt Order would not be perfect. It would have to be strong. Aurora raised her voice so just the woman could hear.

“Odds aren’t very good there, sweetheart.” She nodded towards the Aqualish. “One of you, and a whole planet of them.” What exactly was she trying to do? Aurora prayed the Force would give her some kind of sign, anything really. “We are the strange ducklings on the planet and by the look of those supplies, you want to stay awhile.” Something about this felt right. “Let me buy you a drink and we can cool those heels.” Aurora gestured for the woman to lead the way. She had no kriffing idea where to go. “Scarlett, by the way.” She started wandering in a random direction, hoping the woman would lead the way. @Braden Drake

 

[Freyja Storm]

Freyja was gritting her teeth still, staring daggers into the back of the Aqualish, thinking all the curses she knew and throwing them mentally at the Alien as it stalked away. She sensed this weird sensation walk towards her and if she wasn't in her tunnel vision Freyja probably would have noticed the women walk up beside her. Instead, she nearly jumped out of her skin when she spoke. The fact it was in Basic instead of Huttese or Aqualish was the only thing that kept her from rounding on the woman and attacking her. "I would take a fair few out before they got to me." Freyja eventually replied.

Strange ducklings, that was weird, she had never heard someone refer to themselves or anyone else a duckling and the puzzlement on her face was clear for the women to see. Before Freyja could say anything else she invited her out for a drink and began walking off in a random direction. Freyja looked over to a protocol droid who was standing near the entrance to the small space pad above the market. "Droid, get these to my apartment. Here is the address. Send the bill there as well." She said passing over a small holo-chip with her details on it. "Yes, Mam." It replied chirpily.

She turned around to see the hobo woman walking in the direction of the fish market. She quickly jogged up next to her. "Trust me you don't want to go that way. Unless you want to smell like a rotten Burra Fish." She said guiding her away from the market and back upwind towards the more rockery terrain of the island. "There are a few bars up here, though nothing fantastic. Most people drink in their homes here on Ando." Freyja said pointing up the street to a neon sign about four hundred yards ahead. "Octavia and how about I buy you the drink." She said looking up and down at Scarlett's clothes.

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[Aurora Blackwood]

Oh, there was something off about this woman. Aurora couldn’t exactly place her finger on it. That anger and unmistakable disdain for aliens screamed the Core. It was strange to find citizens of the Imperial Republica so far from home, there was almost always a reason. Assignment, exile, or a runner were by far the most common. Aurora usually did her kriffing best to stay away from any wayward Imperials, but it was impossible to ignore the Force pounding in her head. She simply had to speak to this stranger. She was glad when her new friend turned her around. Aurora had no doubt Ando wasn’t exactly a bustling hub. Still, it was better they met in public. Less chance of dying. She couldn’t help but laugh at Octavia’s insinuation.

“I am just now realizing how I must appear to you.” She had been so focused on her travels, so locked into the Force she had nearly forgotten all of her manners. “I swear I’m not as crazy as I look, or sound.” She began to follow Octavia towards wherever they were going. “I have been traveling for some time and my clothes have seen their fair share of abuse. Ando is just another stop in a long line of stops.” Aurora looked around. “Although, perhaps one of the odder worlds I have ever encounter.” Her eyes contained to scan the path. Barely a human in sight.

“You know, I think you are the only other human I’ve seen.” Aurora wasn’t exactly human. A necessary half truth. “What brings you to live among the seas?” Kriff she was rusty. It had been years since she had to apply any real social acumen. It was decidedly no longer a strength. She probably shouldn’t have picked the maybe-Sith to knock the rust off. Oh well, she was here and this was happening. The Force demanded action. It would get action. @Braden Drake

 

[Freyja Storm]

Wow, this woman was peculiar, perhaps basic wasn't her first language, that would explain some of the strange sayings. But she had no heavy accent that indicated she was from a specific region that heavily favoured a different language. Maybe she was shy, or just not used to contact with others who spoke the same language. The clothes did give that opinion that this was perhaps not her standard set of interactions on a daily basis. She guided Scarlett through the street around a pair of Aqualish who were squabbling and towards the front door of the bar.

"I would say there is about a dozen, maybe a few more on the planet. The Aqualish are not particularly anti Human or any other race. Its, well, it takes a certain person to be able to get along with the Aqualish." She said the last point as they stepped through into the bar. The pair were immediately met by the sight of two separate fights involving the Aqualish. Their naturally aggressive nature never went well with intoxication be it alcohol or spice. "Follow me, they are very territorial especially if there is a female around. But as long as you show you're not afraid and keep out of the way they will not bother you." She stood a little straighter as she walked forward her hand rested on her blaster. A few of the Aqualish looked in her direction but paid her no stead, she stepped around one of the fights which were both still ongoing. It appeared like almost all bar fights, was over a woman. Though it was often hard to tell the female Aqualish from the male and they liked to fight as much as the men.

She found a booth near the back of the bar, it was her usual spot when she came for a drink in the market. She raised her hand to the droid behind the bar, which replied with a quick nod, before swivelling around to collect drinks. "I hope you are ok with Rum. Its the only decent thing which they make here." Freyja looked over at the fight, wondering who would win. The Aqualish fought enough to keep any bloodlust she herself had here in check. After a moment of daydreaming about beaten the Aqualish herself, she snapped herself back into the room, turning to face Scarlett. "Sorry, I came here to get away. It's a good place to come if you want some peace and quiet away from other humans. What brings you here?"

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[Aurora Blackwood]

Aurora followed Octavia into the bar. Frankly, she didn’t know kriff about Aqualish. She’d run into a handful in her life, they weren’t populace in the Outer Rim. She certainly wasn’t interested in getting in fight or having anyone fight over her. As Octavia stood up a little straighter, Aurora took the que to do the same. They eventually settled in a booth near the back of the bar.

“Rum is fine.” She sensed a moment of longing from the woman. A hint of a thought wafted in the air. More violence. Octavia was running from something. She was certain of that. You didn't come here to get away unless there was a damn good reason, usually someone rushing after you. Aurora could still feel the Force pushing her. It wanted her here, it wanted the woman.

The bar droid came back with the drinks. Aurora picked up her rum and took a sip. It was not smooth. Kriff, it tasted like fuel. She tried very hard not to make a face. “I’m looking for something. Well, something lost really.” She took another sip. “Truly, there was nowhere else for me to go. If I don’t find what I’m looking for here, that may be the end of the road.” It was a vailed truth but a truth still. “I have to ask, why would anyone come here to get away. It’s not exactly a paradise.” She hoped Octavia might be a little more open. There was no reason for the woman to trust her, but Aurora was starting to feel more comfortable. She had once been pretty good at this bit. She just needed to settle in. “In fact, I can think of a million other places I’d go.” There was a reason Octavia came here and Aurora was determined to find it. @Braden Drake

 

[Freyja Storm]

Freyja smiled behind her glass as Scarlett took her own first sip of the fermented sugar that they called rum on the planet. It wasn't good, but it was better than anything else in the bar. Most people shipped in their own liquor if they were staying here, it was a good business and Freyja had more than once thought about setting up a little stall, with perhaps a droid to keep it occupied whilst she was away selling decent alcohol to the locals as well as the visitors. But that meant a front, a permit, shipping manifests, documents to sign. Stuff she wasn't willing to do. The house she owned here she brought in cash, no one asked questions when somethings paid for in cash and they have a blaster at their hip.

Her comments were still weird, but Freyja was starting to expect that Scarlett would say something weird to every question she asked. There was little to look for on the planet beyond sea, sand and Aqualish bad attitude. Perhaps she was hiring for a job, a weird job she suspected. "Its got sun, sea, beaches. What more could a girl need." She replied with a smile. "Plus the locals don't really ask questions." Freyja took another sip from her glass, before remembering sipping was never advised and downed the rest of the drink in one. Better to get it over and done with. "I've been to most places in the Outer Rim, Polis Masa, Utapah, Bespin even Ryloth. But after a while, people start getting too cosy, want to know about your childhood, where you are from. Here you don't get that, you're lucky to get a hello." She waved at the droid for another drink, ordering another for Aurora as well. "And before you ask, I don't do Inner Rim nor Old Hutt Space. The Empire and I don't get along and who even likes Hutts." She finished a bit more bluntly than she initially wanted. It was always the same question when people asked her where she had been. 'Why not the Inner Rim? Nubia is nice. There is loads of work on Corelia.' Freyja had wanted to close down that avenue of conversation before it started, but with a sigh, she realised she probably just opened it up.

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[Aurora Blackwood]

They were finally starting to get somewhere. Neither Aurora or her new friend reveled the whole truth but they were close. She was certain the woman was running from the Empire. There was no other reason to avoid probing questions, and Imperial space. The only question that really remained was why the Octavia was running. Aurora had a damn good reason to avoid Imperial space. Every time she ventured near, she risked exposure. She could only guess at why Octavia feared the same repercussions.

She laughed slightly. “The Empire and I don’t exactly see eye to eye either. Aurora gestured around the room. “I think more than a few folks in the Outer Rim feel the same. Kriff, I can’t remember the last time I was dumb enough to go near the core….too many prying eyes. She turned her eyes back to Octavia. “What’s the Empire got on you? They could only beat around the bush for so long.

Aurora leaned back waiting for an answer. The door to the bar opened suddenly. Her eyes flicked to towards the sudden burst of light. Yikes. Their friends from the market burst into the bar. The heat of anger rolled of the Aqualish. They were here for a purpose, unfinished business. “Looks like your friends from the market weren’t happy with how things ended.” The pack of Aqualish was looking around the bar. Aurora wasn’t about to take any chances. She eased her blaster out of the holster, keeping it low and hidden under the table. Violence should always be a last resort, but there were times it was unavoidable. She had no desire to be in a bar fight. If the Aqualish gave them no choice she wouldn’t second guess herself. @Braden Drake

 

[Freyja Storm]

There was something about Scarlett, something soothing, she felt calm in the women's presence, which was strange. Freyja hadn't felt this comfortable since she last saw her mother. She couldn't tell if this comfort made her angry or happy, it was this concoction of conflicting emotions which made her want to open up to the young women. To spill everything that had happened over the past years, everything that she had kept locked up away inside. Only the sea had heard her shout and scream about everything that had gone wrong these past years.

She looked deep into Scarlett's eyes finally she began to speak. "My sister..." Then everything changed, that calm serenity of Scarlett's presence evaporated in the fiery anger of the Aqualish who stepped through the doors towards them. Freyja ground her teeth, her anger was less against the Aqualish themselves but the spoiled relaxation of her mind. She flicked the clip which held her blaster in place free, gripping the handle of the pistol as she stood to face the Aqualish. They were speaking to each other in their awful language as they approached. A few of their fellow kind, stopped what they were doing and followed the three up to the booth Freyja and Scarlett sat in.

"I don't want any trouble." Freyja said in Huttese to the group. She had puffed herself up, Aqualish recognised strength and that is what she wanted to show. She held her blaster lightly, about half a centimetre out of its holster giving her a quicker draw speed. The Freyja that walked into that room, was looking for a fight, but the Freyja now after only a few moments with Scarlett wanted to sit back down and talk not fight. "Please no violence." The droid called out in three different tongues from behind the bar. The Aqualish turned back to the droid with a dirty look on its face, before turning back to face Freyja. @Valen Pelora

 

[Aurora Blackwood]

Anger erupted in the Force again. Aurora’s eyes were immediately drawn to her new companion. She needed to see this, the white hot rage that boiled in the woman. This was someone that had been taught to use their anger as fuel. It was not what she would have felt from a Sith, but there was still something odd. Even stranger, Octavia seemed to fight against her instinct. Aurora could sense the woman didn’t want a fight and was waring against the hate. Very curious. Perhaps it was time she intervened. Aurora stood and smiled at the Aqualish. Her Huttese was a little rusty but still passable. “Boys, must we really do this?” Her hand hovered over her blaster.

Her statement was met with angry gestures as one spoke for the group. “She cheated us! A woman! There must be blood.” Aurora shook her head. Men, no matter the species were always the same. Bloodshed would not serve her purpose. She hadn’t seen a single Imperial sigil while on the world and they were safely in the Outer Rim. Should could take a chance. Aurora emerged herself in the Force, letting her body fill with greatest power in the galaxy. She reached out and touched the minds of the Aqualish. Her suggestion was simply to leave and not risk the fines of ruining the bar. “We aren’t worth it. Not mere women.” Aurora could feel the suggestion take hold. The Aqualish looked at one another, slightly puzzled.

“Come on, they’re not worth it. They’re only women.” Just was quickly as they came the Aqualish were gone. Aurora turned to Octavia with a smile. “You were saying something about your sister?” There was a good chance her cover was blown. She didn’t think Octavia had extensive training in the Force but perhaps enough to know what she had seen and felt. Aurora was done playing games. Octavia was not perfect but there was a spark in her soul, the spark of a woman who wanted to be good but just needed to be shown how. @Braden Drake

 

[Freyja Storm]

Freyja didn't know what happened, she was on the edge of a fight. She had mentally prepared her body for pain and her soul for death. The Aqualish never backed down, she had learned that time and time again over the past six months she had lived on Ando. But for some reason, after Aurora spoke to them they backed away. Then walked away. Freyja turned and looked into Scarlett's eyes a look of pure confusion written over her face.

Before the Aqualish had replied she felt something in the air. She couldn't put her finger on it exactly, it felt familiar but different in every way. Freyja tried to wrap her head around it as she slumped back into her seat, her mind was so fixed on the feeling that she forgot to re-fasten her blaster so as she sat it fell out rattling onto the ground. She lent down to pick up the blaster as she spoke. "My sister, she chased me from my home, killed my parents. She is a Sith." As she spoke the last few words she reached out for her blaster, it was just out of reach, so she strained and through a miracle, it lifted up into her hand.

As the cold metal touched her palm, she realised what she had seen from Scarlett. The movement of the blaster disappeared from her mind as she snapped up straight pointing the blaster clean between her eyes. "Who are you? What are you?" She said in a panicked voice. Had she finally blown her cover, was this a Sith sent to kill her. Had her sister finally found after all these years. Fear and Panic shot through her body. Her eyes darted around the room to see if there was anyone else there from the empire, ready to turn on her on a moments notice. But none seemed to be paying attention, why would they a fully trained Sith could finish her in a heartbeat. She ought to be pulling the trigger, trying to get the first move in hopefully, end it before the light-sabers came out. But something in Scarlett's eyes forced her not to. Who was this woman? What was this woman? The fear and panic were joined by confusion and doubt, her mind was a sea of emotions, not one reaching the surface to give her some clarity.

 

[Aurora Blackwood]

Aurora was cautious by nature. Kriff, she had been raised to think carefully before every action. Everything you did had consequences, and you could not risk exposure. Master Orady had preached the danger of taking risks. He had preached the importance of being safe. She was entirely fed up with hiding, waiting, and being safe. She was a Jedi, and Master of the Force. Change would not happen through caution. This was what she wanted, she had forced the issue and finally gotten somewhere. The fiery eyed woman was exactly what Aurora expected. A runaway tangled with the Darkness. It was all starting to fall into place. What she had not exactly expected was the blaster pointed at her. Oh well, Aurora had wanted the Force to be sensed. She had wanted a reaction.

Her breathing stayed steady as she kept her eyes forward. Her face was a placid mask, looking right into Octavia’s eyes. There was not a hint of fear or hesitation in her posture. “I’m exactly who I said I was.” She kept her hands at her side non-threateningly. However, the Force was beginning to build in her chest. Just in case. “If I was sent here by the Empire, you’d be dead by now.” Her voice was soft and calm. “I was brought here by the Force, at first I had no idea why, but now I see clearly. I was brought here to help you.”

Affirmation flooded the Force. Yes, that felt right. “You have so much pain, so much anger. Yet, you are not your sister. I can help you learn who you truly are…” Aurora nodded at the blaster. “But you have to put the blaster down and find it in your heart to trust me….Please I can help you.” She could feel the Force urging her on. This was the right choice. @Braden Drake

 

[Freyja Storm]

Freyja was almost in tears, for what reason she wasn't sure. The typhoon of emotions ripping around inside her were just taking control over everything. Her arm was shaking as she held the blaster up to the woman's face. Fear was the core feeling, she was sure of that, fear of everything coming down upon her. Her life ending in an instant just like her mother and father. And then Scarlett spoke, 'The Force' if her body was not rocked by everything else going on inside she would have laughed at the woman for the mention of the mythical guiding light that she followed. But instead, she kept her mouth shut and the blaster still raised.

Her sister, of course, she wasn't her sister. Her sister was a Sith powerful in the force, married to a Drast an influential player in the games of the galaxy. Freyja was just an ex-imperial grunt, on the run with nothing but a few clothes a shoddy wooden house on this backwater planet and no one to call her own. She knew who she was, a nothing, just living day to day, getting in a fight or two and hoping to live to end of the cycle. Her arm stopped shaking for a moment as she thought this all through, she raised her head locking eyes with the woman. No, she wasn't just a woman, she was something more, something she dared utter just in case someone was listening.

The sat like that for a minute, the blaster raised to Scarlett's head, Freyja staring clean into her eyes, but behind her own, her mind ran through every moment of her life leading to this. The clarity of belief her mother had that she had the force, the conspiracy theory her father had about her lack of training. All the strange things that happened around her, things moving place, grabbing objects just out of reach, the constant luck in battle. Was it true, was her mother right? Did that make her Father right? A burning sense of hate flew through her body at the thought, her sister had destroyed her entire life, even before her parent's murder. If she had been allowed to join the Sith, could she have stopped them? Would they all be living together now?

Some of the Aqualish around them was starting to pay attention to the standoff. Finally, it cracked, Freyja wasn't sure what it was, if the anger finally burned away, maybe she didn't want to be angry any more, or that Scarlett's words were the one thing she had been searching for these last three years? All she knew is that she dropped the blaster, it clattered off the table and onto the ground beneath it. Her hand still hung in the air between them, she was afraid to move it, unsure what her body battered and bruised by these emotions would do. After a long pause she finally spoke, her voice taught with emotion, tears still in her eyes. "Help me please."

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[Aurora Blackwood]

Shame ripped through the Force, threatening to overwhelm Aurora. Her mind was battered by the sheer Force of the emotions roaring through Octavia. A younger inexperienced Force user may have been overwhelmed by that raw power. Aurora’s mental walls were strong. She was could withstand the hurricane of emotions. A calm fortress in the middle of a ragging sea storm. Even so, it was incredibly difficult for her to keep Octavia out. The girl was strong in the Force, and her pain was searing. Aurora kept her feet, carefully meeting Octavia’s eyes as the girl worked through whatever was shredding her mind.

She was aware of the other bar patrons slowly becoming interested in the stand off. Non-Force sensitives would be effected by the strong emotional winds. Aurora dove deeply into the Force, pushing calm into the room. All is well, we are fine, return to your drinks. Waves of solemness emanated from the Jedi Master. It was a blunt tool but good enough. She just needed none of the Aqualish to intervene. Her suppression of their curiosity was mostly effective. It held long enough for Octavia to break.

The blaster cluttered to the floor and a bone deep sadness replaced anger. A sadness that few could fathom. Octavia’s hand hung in the air between them, tears brimming in her eyes. Octavia asked for help. She would have it. Aurora used the Force to wrap Octavia’s hand and guide it down towards the girl’s body. It was the embrace of a friend. Her features softened as she looked at the troubled young woman. “I am terribly sorry for whatever has happened to you, but your past does not have to be your future. I can help you.” Her eyes were filled with purpose. “But you must want to change, and we cannot make progress here. Come with me and I will change your life.” Aurora believed in the power of the Light. She believed in redemption and she believed in fate. @Braden Drake

 

[Freyja Storm]

Freyja felt the warmth of the force wrap around her hand and then her body as the two joined, it was a soothing presence, like a long lost friend or a pet. Comfort and warmth, something that can soak away all of your pain, anger and sorrow. She sniffed but refused to wipe her eyes, to accept that she had been crying. Some of her Sith upbringings still sat within her. When she looked up at the woman sat opposite her, this time she looked different to the woman she had met in the street outside. Nothing physically changed, she didn't even think that it was something Scarlett had done herself, but rather something Freyja had done in opening herself up. The woman seemed to glow in her eyes, something almost magical around her.

When she gave her the offer to leave and change, parts of her still fought to stay the same. To stay bitter, angry and defensive, to be locked in her little shack by the sea to never accept the help or love of another. But large parts of that wall had been broken by the realisation of her power and the woman who now sat opposite her. Nodding Freyja held out her hand to the woman. "My name is Freyja Storm." She said with the first genuine smile in three years.

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