Evelyn Roslin
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OOC: Decided to give this a try again after RL stabilized a bit. Follows loosely from the thread "You Can't Always Get What You Want."
IC:
"Docking in five minutes, all passengers are required to disembark."
Evelyn blinked once, then twice, slowly coming out of the trance-like state that was as close to sleep as she'd been able to manage since escaping Coruscant. The decision she'd failed to make during those last few minutes on the planet continued to haunt her.
Her fiance's murderer at her feet, helpless; the Sith, goading her into action; anger coursing through her, anger that offered the open the door to something else, something Darker. She had a choice to make - until a falling piece of duracreet made the decision for her.
It turns out, a planet-wide battle doesn't pause while individuals try to figure out just who the hell they are.
The spell she'd been under broke in unison with the man's skull, as he became yet another piece of roadkill littering the streets. The next several hours were a blur. Evelyn was separated from the group of individuals who'd temporarily been brought together by the chaos; survival and the need to get the hell off-planet dominating everything else. Like the tides, the circumstances that brought them together receded again, leaving her where she'd started - alone, and staring at an entirely uncertain future.
"All passengers proceed to disembark."
The slim, athletic and frazzled-looking brunette reached down for a moment, automatically looking for her things, before remembering that she didn't have any. A few credits in her pocket and the clothes on her back - there hadn't exactly been time to grab anything more when the explosions started. Evelyn inhaled, and exhaled slowly, as she joined the cluster of beings at the main doors as a the crisp voice came over the ship's intercom once more.
"Welcome to Ord Mantell."
Ord Mantell. The young woman knew precious little about the planet, but her fear at being so rapidly and unexpectedly displaced, the pain and shock at Vier's death, had settled into a kind of vague numbness. A hazy blanket that clouded her mind, a survival mechanism to keep her from locking up in place. Even the strange stirring she'd felt before was muted along with her emotions. As the doors opened, Evelyn stepped forward, jostling the shoulder of the passenger next to her and mumbling an apology.
"Sorry."
It seemed the only way out, was forward.
IC:
"Docking in five minutes, all passengers are required to disembark."
Evelyn blinked once, then twice, slowly coming out of the trance-like state that was as close to sleep as she'd been able to manage since escaping Coruscant. The decision she'd failed to make during those last few minutes on the planet continued to haunt her.
Her fiance's murderer at her feet, helpless; the Sith, goading her into action; anger coursing through her, anger that offered the open the door to something else, something Darker. She had a choice to make - until a falling piece of duracreet made the decision for her.
It turns out, a planet-wide battle doesn't pause while individuals try to figure out just who the hell they are.
The spell she'd been under broke in unison with the man's skull, as he became yet another piece of roadkill littering the streets. The next several hours were a blur. Evelyn was separated from the group of individuals who'd temporarily been brought together by the chaos; survival and the need to get the hell off-planet dominating everything else. Like the tides, the circumstances that brought them together receded again, leaving her where she'd started - alone, and staring at an entirely uncertain future.
"All passengers proceed to disembark."
The slim, athletic and frazzled-looking brunette reached down for a moment, automatically looking for her things, before remembering that she didn't have any. A few credits in her pocket and the clothes on her back - there hadn't exactly been time to grab anything more when the explosions started. Evelyn inhaled, and exhaled slowly, as she joined the cluster of beings at the main doors as a the crisp voice came over the ship's intercom once more.
"Welcome to Ord Mantell."
Ord Mantell. The young woman knew precious little about the planet, but her fear at being so rapidly and unexpectedly displaced, the pain and shock at Vier's death, had settled into a kind of vague numbness. A hazy blanket that clouded her mind, a survival mechanism to keep her from locking up in place. Even the strange stirring she'd felt before was muted along with her emotions. As the doors opened, Evelyn stepped forward, jostling the shoulder of the passenger next to her and mumbling an apology.
"Sorry."
It seemed the only way out, was forward.
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