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~ You haven’t lived until you’ve seen a Coruscanti sunrise, Brooke thought. She stood on a high ledge of one of the many towering skyscrapers of the city, standing under the shadow of a fabric awning, watching as the sun rose over the city-planet. Golden rays of light haloed the towers of the more affluent districts, rimming them with light that splintered off the prismatic windows to throw the rainbow on the shorter towers of the slums, casting light into those dark depths that Brooke often frequented. Brooke stepped out from under the flimsy awning she herself had created, onto the ledge of durasteel that protruded from her ‘apartment’. ~
~ This particular spot had taken her some time to procure. Even in the slums the higher ‘apartments’ were pricy, though the word ‘apartment’ could hardly describe her current setting. Brooke assumed it had been some sort of garage at one point when this tower itself hadn’t been quite so run-down, but its glory days were far gone by now. There was no 'door' to either end of the garage; so her ‘apartment’ was more of a large flat space with a ceiling and floor; a tunnel through one particular tower. At one point, there might have been mechanical doors for storing vehicles on either end, but since this specific haunt wasn’t a living space so much as a place to think, Brooke didn't mind the lack of security.~
~This morning, as the strong high wind swept through Brooke’s short, bright red hair she was here to think. Much had happened in the night previous. The 18 year old had pushed the events to the back of her mind, sequestered them off for a more appropriate time. Here it was. She sighed, leaning against a low railing on the edge of the protruding ledge. Brooke cut quite a figure in the dawn light, dressed as she was in soft-soled knee high combat boots, tight black pants and a close fitting tank top over which was a standard, slightly ragged long-sleeved jacket with various pockets for odds and ends.~
~ From one of those pockets, Brooke pulled out a thin, seemingly blank card. As she looked at it, holographic letters projected to form the initials “B.H.G” the bounty hunter – at least, from his multitude of weaponry, Brooke assumed him a bounty hunter – had given Brooke his card as he left the Outlander Club. A new line of work. Doing…what? Brooke didn’t plan to be tied down to any one organization or person. And she wouldn’t kill. Images of the dead body of The Dark Man, of the bounty hunter’s sword at the Dark Man’s throat, flashed through Brooke’s thoughts. A new line of work. She frowned, bright blue eyes troubled. Others had certainly died for her actions in the past; but never in front of her eyes. Had she caused that man’s death? Regardless of if he had deserved it…Brooke shook the feeling. Morality wasn’t something she paid much attention to. The only thing that mattered to Brooke was Brooke – it was simply easier that way. No one controlled her, no one told her what to do. Freedom. She thumbed the holographic calling card once more. The bounty hunter had been the only one she met last night who had treated her as an equal. Well, maybe that was a little unfair.~
~Brooke grinned as she remembered the - well, he certainly wasn’t a Jedi – force user to mind. He had been entertaining, at the very least, before the trouble broke out. But what he said as he left… But if you want to learn some new tactics, just find me. Through the Force. The force? It wasn’t possible. Brooke was 18 – surely she would have noticed long ago if she had been sensitive. Surely her parents would have actually cared if that had been the case. No, he had to be mistaken. Besides, she didn’t even know his name. Brooke nodded to herself. She was lucky, always had been. That was the explanation and it would be, until life events pushed Brooke’s nose so far into the muck that there was absolutely no alternative except to realize her latent potential. Brooke Antell was, if nothing else, stubbornness incarnate. If she didn’t want to realize she was force sensitive, she wouldn’t, and that was that. End of story. Besides, even if she did acknowledge… that …what would change? Brooke was perfectly content in her life. She certainly wouldn’t bow to some ‘master’ to be ‘trained’.~
~The young woman slipped the holocard back into a pocket and continued to gaze out at the city. Various colorful speeders could be seen in the distance now as the residents of Coruscant went about their day, same as always. Nothing would change. Brooke Antell woudn’t let it.~
~ This particular spot had taken her some time to procure. Even in the slums the higher ‘apartments’ were pricy, though the word ‘apartment’ could hardly describe her current setting. Brooke assumed it had been some sort of garage at one point when this tower itself hadn’t been quite so run-down, but its glory days were far gone by now. There was no 'door' to either end of the garage; so her ‘apartment’ was more of a large flat space with a ceiling and floor; a tunnel through one particular tower. At one point, there might have been mechanical doors for storing vehicles on either end, but since this specific haunt wasn’t a living space so much as a place to think, Brooke didn't mind the lack of security.~
~This morning, as the strong high wind swept through Brooke’s short, bright red hair she was here to think. Much had happened in the night previous. The 18 year old had pushed the events to the back of her mind, sequestered them off for a more appropriate time. Here it was. She sighed, leaning against a low railing on the edge of the protruding ledge. Brooke cut quite a figure in the dawn light, dressed as she was in soft-soled knee high combat boots, tight black pants and a close fitting tank top over which was a standard, slightly ragged long-sleeved jacket with various pockets for odds and ends.~
~ From one of those pockets, Brooke pulled out a thin, seemingly blank card. As she looked at it, holographic letters projected to form the initials “B.H.G” the bounty hunter – at least, from his multitude of weaponry, Brooke assumed him a bounty hunter – had given Brooke his card as he left the Outlander Club. A new line of work. Doing…what? Brooke didn’t plan to be tied down to any one organization or person. And she wouldn’t kill. Images of the dead body of The Dark Man, of the bounty hunter’s sword at the Dark Man’s throat, flashed through Brooke’s thoughts. A new line of work. She frowned, bright blue eyes troubled. Others had certainly died for her actions in the past; but never in front of her eyes. Had she caused that man’s death? Regardless of if he had deserved it…Brooke shook the feeling. Morality wasn’t something she paid much attention to. The only thing that mattered to Brooke was Brooke – it was simply easier that way. No one controlled her, no one told her what to do. Freedom. She thumbed the holographic calling card once more. The bounty hunter had been the only one she met last night who had treated her as an equal. Well, maybe that was a little unfair.~
~Brooke grinned as she remembered the - well, he certainly wasn’t a Jedi – force user to mind. He had been entertaining, at the very least, before the trouble broke out. But what he said as he left… But if you want to learn some new tactics, just find me. Through the Force. The force? It wasn’t possible. Brooke was 18 – surely she would have noticed long ago if she had been sensitive. Surely her parents would have actually cared if that had been the case. No, he had to be mistaken. Besides, she didn’t even know his name. Brooke nodded to herself. She was lucky, always had been. That was the explanation and it would be, until life events pushed Brooke’s nose so far into the muck that there was absolutely no alternative except to realize her latent potential. Brooke Antell was, if nothing else, stubbornness incarnate. If she didn’t want to realize she was force sensitive, she wouldn’t, and that was that. End of story. Besides, even if she did acknowledge… that …what would change? Brooke was perfectly content in her life. She certainly wouldn’t bow to some ‘master’ to be ‘trained’.~
~The young woman slipped the holocard back into a pocket and continued to gaze out at the city. Various colorful speeders could be seen in the distance now as the residents of Coruscant went about their day, same as always. Nothing would change. Brooke Antell woudn’t let it.~