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She was a small woman, Stasha Evie was on the short side and rather curvy, Her eyes held the light of a young lady and they shone like molten gold as she watched her reflection in the mirror narcissistically. Pulling back thick tresses of mahogany she smirked to herself and holstered her gun. Two things were her staple- her rifle and her lipstick. She exited her quarters with a wink directed at the familar face in the reflective surface and set off to meet a call from below deck.
She was nearing her 46th year and her skin lack all signs of it save to the small lines beneath her eyes- and only she seemed to notice them anyhow. Her thorny crown had developed and the horns along her scalp were inches taller then they were in her twenties.
As she walked down the hall her pointed toed’ boots rhythmically clacked against the floor. She met eyes with several associates and exchanged sultry smiles before rounding a corner to the ship garage to which she’d be summoned.
“Where is she?” She asked shortly to one of the newer recruits. The Bounty Hunter’s guild was buzzing like a beehive around her and she lacked the patience to interact with him for more then necessity.
“Umm…” the young human with messy hair began, pointing near a speeder where the slight figure of a young navy Twi’lek tinkered idly.
The Zabrak sighed.
“She’s been applying that same panel for an hour now-is something wrong?” The boy asked.
Evie stepped away from him and spoke into a comm with urgency.
“Ares.” She addressed, nearing The twi’lek with reluctance.
“I need you down here- Your daughter is heart broken and making her feel special isn’t my strong point.” She quickly hung up and forced a smile as the girl of midnight blue took notice.
“Hey baby cakes.” Evie said. She instantly hated the way it sounded and brought her hand to her chin, examining her former slave’s handy work.
“Hullo…..” The Twi’lek said with little enthusiasm as she continued to occupy herself with the dented ship panel. Ashes wore her heart on her sleeve and it was easy to see that at that particular moment it was broken to pieces.
“Look, hun.” began the Zabrak. “I know you had your heart set on joining Corsec but-”
Ashes’ Lekku twitched and she paused before continuing, hammering the panel with greater force.
“But…” Evie continued hesitantly. “look you know how I feel about officers…”
The twi’lek continued at an accelerated rate. It had been the girl's dream to join the force for years and now that she had been turned away she kept to herself with an air of gloom.
The bounty hunter looked about uncomfortably and tried the comm again, addressing her husband, hushed.
“Ares…”
Ashes whimpered.
“A-ares.” Evie called, growing anxious
Ashes wiped her nose.
“Ares!” Evie screamed
Ashes turned to her mother with tears in her eyes.
“Ares!”
Ashes sobbed and threw her arms around Evie’s neck.
“Ares get your ass in here!”
Making her daughter "feel special" wasn't her strong point...and neither was dealing with her hysterics in front of her work associates.
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“They picked every ‘un but me…” Ashes explained, covering her head with her forearms.
Evie sat across the table from the dark twi’lek , listening with worn patience. After her daughter’s tearful outburst she’d managed to convince the girl to join her in her quarters and save them both the embarrassment that was sure to follow the conversation they were now having.
“ They even picked Cort- shun….Cort shun! Over me!” The Twi’lek cried, her electric green eyes moist.
“They didn’t want me….N-n-no one wants me!” She sobbed.
“Ashes calm down, you’re giving me a headache,” Stasha said, looking away. “There’s plenty of things you can do besides ridding the world of criminals and playing dress up with those pigs.” She spat.
“Believe me- I was a law enforcer for a couple weeks- your not missing anything.”
“like what?” Ashes asked eagerly. “What else can I do?”
“Well….You could be uh…” The Zabrak wracked her mind for occupations Twi’leks were known for.
“You could be a dancer or- ....wel you could be a …dancer.” She said.
“A dancer?” Whined the crestfallen girl. “ I’ve never danced! Not even a’ once in my life.” She lowered her head on the table.
“why would you say that!”
“I don’t know ok!” Evie growled.
“Look my point is your life isn’t over yet- so don’t give me another reason to cut it short!”
Ashes was silent.
They sat awhile before she spoke again, her voice was slow and soft.
“All I wanted to do was be one of the good guys….”
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Not much had changed on Coruscant since Evie had first arrived. Twenty years can really alter a place but Stasha found most of her haunts stayed the same- it was the people in it that had morphed. She waited outside the Jericho with her brow furrowed as her daughter was walked back on the arm of a Kiffar.
“where have you been!” She demanded. She looked her up and down and came to a realization.
“I-oh my god…” she stifled a laugh. The Twi’leks garb was the scanty look of a dancers.
“You actually took me seriously!” She held her sides and grinned, laughing through her nose.
Ashes’ eyes roamed the floor and her lower lip jutted out .
“Thank you, Brom.” Evie bade the Kiffar and ushered her daughter inside the frigate they called home.
“ha ha ha!” she affectionately grinded her fist against the Twi’leks cheek.
“if your father found out-”
“They didn’t want me either!” Ashes barked.
“what?”
“They said I was awful! I can’t even be a dancer!” She cried, reaching into her pockets and throwing a handful of credits to the floor.
"I can't even shake my butt right!"
“hey! Come now, it looks like you did pretty well for yourself!” Evie said, trying to console the girl as she gathered the money from the floor.
“Look you made…what? Five credits here!”
“They’re from Shawn…..” Ashes sniveled. “he paid me to-t-to…. Leave…!” She began to cry.
“Shawn Mac’Neal?!” The Zabrak exclaimed with hilarity. Shawn was a long time friend of hers- she didn’t know what was funnier, the fact her daughter had approached him in a shady cantina or the fact he was present in such a place.
Evie followed Ashes back to her quarters when she mechanically sat in the center of the floor and began to “fix” an unbroken but slightly uneven table leg.
She clicked her tongue and shook her head.
“Ashes….what are you doing, child?”
“Fixing this table…” She said void of all emotion.
“Why? It isn’t broken-”
“because.. I.. Have lost. My will. To. live.” Ashes replied.
She was nearing her 46th year and her skin lack all signs of it save to the small lines beneath her eyes- and only she seemed to notice them anyhow. Her thorny crown had developed and the horns along her scalp were inches taller then they were in her twenties.
As she walked down the hall her pointed toed’ boots rhythmically clacked against the floor. She met eyes with several associates and exchanged sultry smiles before rounding a corner to the ship garage to which she’d be summoned.
“Where is she?” She asked shortly to one of the newer recruits. The Bounty Hunter’s guild was buzzing like a beehive around her and she lacked the patience to interact with him for more then necessity.
“Umm…” the young human with messy hair began, pointing near a speeder where the slight figure of a young navy Twi’lek tinkered idly.
The Zabrak sighed.
“She’s been applying that same panel for an hour now-is something wrong?” The boy asked.
Evie stepped away from him and spoke into a comm with urgency.
“Ares.” She addressed, nearing The twi’lek with reluctance.
“I need you down here- Your daughter is heart broken and making her feel special isn’t my strong point.” She quickly hung up and forced a smile as the girl of midnight blue took notice.
“Hey baby cakes.” Evie said. She instantly hated the way it sounded and brought her hand to her chin, examining her former slave’s handy work.
“Hullo…..” The Twi’lek said with little enthusiasm as she continued to occupy herself with the dented ship panel. Ashes wore her heart on her sleeve and it was easy to see that at that particular moment it was broken to pieces.
“Look, hun.” began the Zabrak. “I know you had your heart set on joining Corsec but-”
Ashes’ Lekku twitched and she paused before continuing, hammering the panel with greater force.
“But…” Evie continued hesitantly. “look you know how I feel about officers…”
The twi’lek continued at an accelerated rate. It had been the girl's dream to join the force for years and now that she had been turned away she kept to herself with an air of gloom.
The bounty hunter looked about uncomfortably and tried the comm again, addressing her husband, hushed.
“Ares…”
Ashes whimpered.
“A-ares.” Evie called, growing anxious
Ashes wiped her nose.
“Ares!” Evie screamed
Ashes turned to her mother with tears in her eyes.
“Ares!”
Ashes sobbed and threw her arms around Evie’s neck.
“Ares get your ass in here!”
Making her daughter "feel special" wasn't her strong point...and neither was dealing with her hysterics in front of her work associates.
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“They picked every ‘un but me…” Ashes explained, covering her head with her forearms.
Evie sat across the table from the dark twi’lek , listening with worn patience. After her daughter’s tearful outburst she’d managed to convince the girl to join her in her quarters and save them both the embarrassment that was sure to follow the conversation they were now having.
“ They even picked Cort- shun….Cort shun! Over me!” The Twi’lek cried, her electric green eyes moist.
“They didn’t want me….N-n-no one wants me!” She sobbed.
“Ashes calm down, you’re giving me a headache,” Stasha said, looking away. “There’s plenty of things you can do besides ridding the world of criminals and playing dress up with those pigs.” She spat.
“Believe me- I was a law enforcer for a couple weeks- your not missing anything.”
“like what?” Ashes asked eagerly. “What else can I do?”
“Well….You could be uh…” The Zabrak wracked her mind for occupations Twi’leks were known for.
“You could be a dancer or- ....wel you could be a …dancer.” She said.
“A dancer?” Whined the crestfallen girl. “ I’ve never danced! Not even a’ once in my life.” She lowered her head on the table.
“why would you say that!”
“I don’t know ok!” Evie growled.
“Look my point is your life isn’t over yet- so don’t give me another reason to cut it short!”
Ashes was silent.
They sat awhile before she spoke again, her voice was slow and soft.
“All I wanted to do was be one of the good guys….”
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Not much had changed on Coruscant since Evie had first arrived. Twenty years can really alter a place but Stasha found most of her haunts stayed the same- it was the people in it that had morphed. She waited outside the Jericho with her brow furrowed as her daughter was walked back on the arm of a Kiffar.
“where have you been!” She demanded. She looked her up and down and came to a realization.
“I-oh my god…” she stifled a laugh. The Twi’leks garb was the scanty look of a dancers.
“You actually took me seriously!” She held her sides and grinned, laughing through her nose.
Ashes’ eyes roamed the floor and her lower lip jutted out .
“Thank you, Brom.” Evie bade the Kiffar and ushered her daughter inside the frigate they called home.
“ha ha ha!” she affectionately grinded her fist against the Twi’leks cheek.
“if your father found out-”
“They didn’t want me either!” Ashes barked.
“what?”
“They said I was awful! I can’t even be a dancer!” She cried, reaching into her pockets and throwing a handful of credits to the floor.
"I can't even shake my butt right!"
“hey! Come now, it looks like you did pretty well for yourself!” Evie said, trying to console the girl as she gathered the money from the floor.
“Look you made…what? Five credits here!”
“They’re from Shawn…..” Ashes sniveled. “he paid me to-t-to…. Leave…!” She began to cry.
“Shawn Mac’Neal?!” The Zabrak exclaimed with hilarity. Shawn was a long time friend of hers- she didn’t know what was funnier, the fact her daughter had approached him in a shady cantina or the fact he was present in such a place.
Evie followed Ashes back to her quarters when she mechanically sat in the center of the floor and began to “fix” an unbroken but slightly uneven table leg.
She clicked her tongue and shook her head.
“Ashes….what are you doing, child?”
“Fixing this table…” She said void of all emotion.
“Why? It isn’t broken-”
“because.. I.. Have lost. My will. To. live.” Ashes replied.
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