From the Depths of Yesterday

[Magnolia Drake]

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Taking a moment to secure her face wrap, Sabriel stepped out of her rented ship. Her feet made a quiet thud. The night air was cold and damp and Sabriel began to wonder if it was going to rain soon. She hesitated, seriously considering turning back. She wasn't even sure why she had come. Well she knew why but what she wanted or was expecting was a whole other conversation. The risk was too high for uncertainties. So high that she had to use a rented ship, a ship that she had a "friend' rent for her so it wouldn't be under her name. She wanted nothing of this night traced back to her. A Senator, dealing with a...no. She didn't even want to think it.

Slipping her hand in a pocket as she walked, she took out a shiny, platinum card. Written on it was a name and a location. Though the card itself was old, it looked brand new. She felt a tightness in her throat as she thought back to the day it was acquired, almost ten years ago. Living on the run for nearly two months at the time, Sabriel and the Jedi that accompanied her had stopped at a market on their way through one of the various towns of their travels. Against their better judgement, they had left her alone, only for a moment. But a moment was all he or she needed to make their move. Sabriel was eyeing a craft stand when she felt the hardness of metal pressed hard into her left side, a hand on the shoulder of the opposite. "Not a sound," it demanded, as it led her through the crown and the beginning of an alley. Sabriel's heart raced as she began to think she was done for. All this running and she only lasted two months. Even a Jedi couldn't save her now. Then something strange happened. "We know who did it. " Stunned, Sabriel had so many questions. Not about what 'it' was but how did they know who she was? How did they find her? And why weren't they trying to kill her like everyone else who knew her identity was? Who was we? "If you want to stop being the hunted and become the hunter instead, find us."

Ordering her drink, she put her hand back in her pocket. Tracing the tips of her fingers along the edge of the card, she began to wonder why she even kept the card for so long anyways. Before she could even begin to process the depth of the events that brought to her that spot and that very moment, another moment happened instead. A hand on her shoulder, a mouth near her ear. "What took you so long, darling," asked a familiar voice. Gasping, Sabriel turned around but again it had disappeared easily into the large crowd leaving a hot, ringing feeling on her ear. How? She had only just sat down. A head wrap, 10 years time...how could they possibly have known it was her? So many questions. Maybe this was why people drank, she thought because as she did, her tolerance low, the questions got quieter. Except for one: What was she getting herself into?[/fancybox2]

 

[Emerald Apple]

Dania was used to turning up in the oddest of places. Some of the time she didn't even know why she was there. Some might point out that all Vahla were force sensitive and she just might have a quirky way of expressing it, others would point out that her career choices pretty much made sure she would spend most of her life in strange places, keeping tabs on odd people that she would never know, or truth be told care to know.

Which ever of those were closer to the truth she had no idea, and in any case it wasn't something she spent a whole of time thinking about. What was on her mind at the moment was the fact it was cold, and she wasn't a fan of the damp kind of cold that made it feel colder than it was and caused her to pull her jacket closer around her. At least unlike her alley way adventure there was less trash laying about and it gave her an excuse to play dress up, more or less. She wasn't as wealthy as most people who would come to a place like this, but she kept a professional range of wardrobe that would allow her to blend into the crowd. Nice enough to not look out of place, not rich enough to make people look at her twice.

She took a seat behind a woman who stood out for some reason, maybe she had seen her face before in some briefing or the other, it wouldn't be the first time that would have happened. In any case Dania tended to pay attention to people she semi recalled from places, in case they should become useful to her down the road. This might well turn out to be the case and she kept an eye and an ear, as best she could to the goings on of the woman not far from her.