The Outlaw Torn

[Jabonicus]

Velmor​

Years had passed since the bombing of the Jedi Temple on Tython by a small, but skilled group of traitors. Among them was a genetic anomaly of a Togrutan, Vera Rosh. After the bombing, she spoke to the others, particularly Cassus, claiming she had unfinished business on Shili, and would meet with him later.

None of them ever saw, nor heard from Vera ever again.

No records show of any ship of the description she owned ever going anywhere near Shili. The records of the ship even show that it was sold right after the events on Tython, for an extremely low price. The seller left no contact information, and left a fake name that has not appeared again throughout the Galaxy. Many people, friends and enemies, searched for her for some time, seeking out the multicolored Togrutan, to no avail.

It was as if she had dropped off the face of the Galaxy. She was not with those she betrayed, nor was she with the enemy that benefitted from such a betrayal, nor was she even with those that she worked with during the bombing. She was nowhere, and any trails to track her down went cold.

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In all reality, Vera of course didn't disappear. The name did, and everything linked to her was either sold or abandoned. She simply went into hiding. But of course, if she was in hiding, why would she cut contact with everyone, including those she still considered allies?

Naturally it wasn't as simple as that. She regretted her actions and beliefs almost immediately. How could she possibly live with herself after helping end so many lives? It was an issue she was forced to live with for the rest of her days. But what did happen to her? Where did she go?

She went to Velmor.

She ditched her tribal clothes and way of life, and adapted. Donning modern clothes and a modern lifestyle, she rented an apartment in the middle-class section of a city, taking a job as a worker at a nearby spaceport. One would believe she would be quite content living out her days like this, right? After all, she got away from all her issues and found another life under a new name. Of course, she wasn't, life dragged on like this, even as she didn't want it to.

Her persona was a bland one. A woman from Shili who lived there all her life, and spoke with a heavy accent. She moved offworld for better jobs, and came to Velmor for the job offer. Of course, none of it was true, and the fact that she received the job was entirely based on her manipulation through the force. It was one of the last times she tapped into the mystical power she was born with.

She now wore standard clothes, brown pants and brown boots of high quality make, a white undershirt and a deep blue coat that hung down to almost her knees, and a standard satchel that carried everything else she needed. She fit it now, in a crowd she stood out only as much as a Togrutan normally did. If someone looking for her was going after every Togrutan, they'd be having enough trouble already, so she didn't worry about that.

This was how she spent her life, either at work, at home on the holonet, or drinking at a nearby bar called the Bantha's Mead. It was run by a Togrutan girl who was sweet on Vera, a woman named Sevira. She listened to every dull word that passed from Vera's lips, hanging on every syllable as she loosened her lips with alcohol, and got details of who she was from careful persuasion.

She didn't sleep well. Many nights she simply lay in bed, trying to sleep, but her restless mind wouldn't let her. Some nights, when the restless thoughts were especially bad, she lay in warm showers and cried until the water ran cold. She was not fulfilled in life, and it showed.

The one item she had kept from her previous life was her lightsaber- sort of. She had deconstructed it, stripped it down to its most basic components, put them in a safe, and lost the key. She tried to lose the safe too, but that proved to be too difficult.

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It was another day.

Things were going well, no major issues as the hours went on. People came by, she verified their information and logged them and they went on their way. Faces blurred together, names and voices mixed and stirred into a slurry that her mind could no longer recognize. It was long, tedious work, but it paid the bills, and it kept her safe.

Her coworkers besides her and in other booths talked among each other through headsets, talking about the job, the day, and what they planned to do when both ended. Listening to the idle conversation soothed her, even if it did occasionally turn to her.

"Five credits says Yari goes to visit her girlfriend at the Bantha's Mead after work again." That was her. Yari was her new name, it was her new life. She didn't correct the man, didn't feel a need to. They were free to make rumors about her life, better than rumors circulating about her old one.

For someone who moved on to an old life.... She was awfully obsessed with her old one.

@Megilwen

 

[Lucy Lou]

It had been years since Tython. Lael had seen many fights since then, had discovered much about herself. While she was no longer the same carefree child, having grown into a young woman, she still refused to give up on the hope for the redemption that rested in everyone. For the longest time after the loss of the Temple on Tython, the young woman had blamed herself. Blamed herself for the loss of her friend Vera. Blamed herself for the loss of the Temple. Blamed herself for the failure. She'd finally came to some kind of terms with the events. As a young teen, she'd done the best she could having to fight against a friend. She and Kalaar had protected the Temple Courtyard with it's broken fountain. It had been the only thing left standing. The temple had not fared so well.

She'd come to realize after a while that she couldn't hold herself responsible for the choices of others. She could only be responsible for her actions and the consequences for better or for worse that those actions caused. At least that's what she tried to believe. Part of her felt that if she'd been a better friend to Vera, then maybe.... No, stop. She couldn't think like that. It was over and done with. Vera's other friends, Cassus for example, were more responsible for her falling than anything that she'd done. In the years after the temple bombing, Lael had never seen Vera again. She hadn't tried to search for the woman, she wasn't sure Vera even wanted to be found. Had she gone sith? Had she just left the Jedi? There were so many unanswered questions. Maybe one day the force would see fit to bring the two back together again. What she would do at that point, Lael really didn't know.

The Jedi had come to Velmor because a few years ago another Jedi had gone rogue killing a noble family. The relations between the Jedi and the government had as a result taken a turn for the worst. It had been hard for Jedi to even operate on the planet with the hostility there. After a few years of tension, the Jedi were finally able to get the government to agree to meet with a representative in order to smooth over relations. Lael had been selected to be the representative. She'd landed the Jedi ship in the hanger that she'd been directed to. Powering the vessel down, she engaged the security systems before descending down the ramp and moving toward the check-in.

"Jedi Laelynn Rosha." She said as she held out her paperwork to a Togrutan woman. There was something, oddly familiar with her, but she couldn't quite place it. Of course she thought of Vera, as she always did when she ran into a Togrutan female. However, this one's name tag stated that she was a Yari. Not Vera. "Here on Jedi Business." She said with a friendly smile.

 

[Jabonicus]

Yari was stirred from her routine as a name she didn't want to appear found its way in front of her, handing her information describing a familiar person, and a passport for an older Lael. Looking up, as if to make sure that it wasn't some sick joke, she was met with the face of Laelynn Rosha. Feigning a smile in return, Yari felt trapped.

Here she was, behind a desk where the door out was locked, and only led into the same crowd of people that the Jedi was in. Not only that, but she wasn't someone that was easy to ignore. Bright red and blue skin, four headtails, and yellow, striking eyes. She'd be amazed if her appearance was ignored, but for now...

She looked over the passport information. First was the initial passport. Being from offworld, there was no database to cross reference, so she was dependent on the other information, the main one being the Entry Pass. Pulling the two next to each other, she checked over the information.

The names were the same, the gender, the appearances, and the Entry Purpose was labeled as 'Jedi Business.' Frowning, she made a quick check over the rest of the information, including the Diplomatic Authorization. Jedi typically weren't allowed through, but if she were here to discuss the planet had with the Jedi, then perhaps she would be allowed through.

Reaching forward, she pushed a small button out of view from Lael, before giving her a brief smile, handing her information back. "You'll be guided by officers for a short interview. Have a pleasant day." Almost on cue, a group of armed officers approached Lael, beckoning her towards another door, which led into a hallway.

But Yari had spoken, and if Lael had suspicions about who she was, then her voice would only confirm it. This had to be Vera.

Assuming, however, that she complied with the Officers, she would be processed, checked into a system, and released into the public to do as she pleased.