One Short Day

[Aurora Blackwood]

The Core had once been the crown of the Republic. Corellia the shinning jewel beside Coruscant. The rule of the Empire had not changed much. The moment Andraste had chosen to move her seat of power to the Core, the status quo remained the same. Wealth, power, and influence grew like a disease in the Core. Opulence sheathed every world. But that wealth covered a festering wound. Not all were treated equally. Not all lived the gilded life of powerful humans. Beneath the veneer was a growing discontent. Here the power of the Empire was on full display. The Republica’s strength was undeniable and palpable.

Aurora had avoided the Core all her life. She had only dared to venture so far into the Empire’s grasp on a few occasions, and only at the insistence of Master Orady. There had been Jedi who thought being closer to the Empire meant they were safer or could observe more closely. Those Jedi had likely died on Dantooine. You need only be alive to observe the Empire. Their influence and control was so vast, even as they teetered on the brink of unrest. The Core was not safe. It would never be safe. Aurora couldn’t remember the last time she had come this deep into the Core. Honestly, she could barely articulate why she was here now.

She had been pushed off the sidelines. Convinced by Val that Eli’s death meant something. It was a sacrifice meant to unite the remaining Jedi. A sacrifice meant to push them towards the rebellion. This was the time to return, the time to rebuild the Order. Aurora had known then she could no longer sit in the Outer Rim content to watch the affairs of the Empire. This was the weakest they had been in her life or Master Orady’s. This might be the only chance they ever had. She had promised her Master if the time came she would act. Now was the time, and the Order could only be rebuilt with students. Five Jedi Masters could not save a galaxy.

That was how she came to Corellia. That was how she came to the Core. A vision from the Force showing her the skyline of the Core world, urging her to set aside her fears. Aurora had hopped from public shuttle to public shuttle. She was dressed as just another poor soul fleeing the growing conflict between factions in the Empire. Her human appearance gifted her freedom of movement within the Republica. Now, Aurora wandered through the streets of Corellia searching for a sign. Wishing the Force would show her the way. @GABA

 

[Arda Breaux]

Coronet City was beautiful if one overlooked the growing slums that surrounded the high rising buildings of the inner city. It was in these outer ring of slums where Arda found work and a place to sleep for the night. Her recent run-in with the police had placed her in a tight spot, having to now live on loans and favors as she worked once more to get back the things she used to have. That was the way of life for many here though, it was common for many and it made it seem like the choice of going to a labor camp would be more desirable than having to return to the life of nothing. It was how they kept their control on the people, but like her, Arda would stand back up and in the end, things would work out, they usually did or they ended up peddling for spice credits.

However, there were moments that the struggle between the poor and elite seemed to be pushed aside to spend time with friends; no one could survive alone here and it was a rule that everyone had to learn. Arda stood with some of her companions, gathered on an ally entrance as they all seemed to engage in several conversations and rumors about what was happening in their world around them; others swapped jobs, or areas they heard was giving jobs, while some joked about pulling a fast one on their landlords. Those passing by didn't seem to take notice, it was a common sight there.

Arda reached into her bag to show off her latest stencil, a simple block lettering reading: PEACE IS OBEDIENCE and a few of her friends laughed and cheered her on as she shook the paint can. Holding the stencil to the wall it only took a few hisses of the paint to copy the wording, then she signed with her signature: CUR, but something felt off, not the kind that felt she needed to leave because of Imp troopers, this was different, less urgency. "I gotta get going..." she told her companions and was met with disappointment while she packed away her supplies. Arda threw her backpack over her shoulder, unable to shake that feeling; if it were troopers, she wasn't going to stick around. Her pace was rushed, but then slowed as she couldn't shake the feeling she held, it was strong enough she needed to stop, to focus and ask herself what was wrong with her. As she ran her fingers through her ombre hair and continued, uncertain where she was going as she kept a lookout for trouble. Her eyes settled on a particular blonde as they walked toward one another and Arda swore she whispered something, but she didn't catch what she had said, let alone figure out how she was able to hear from her deaf ear.

"What did you say?" Arda stopped, there was something about her, but most importantly, the feeling had stopped, "Hey, what did you say just now?" she called out to her again, quickly catching up.

@Valen Pelora

 

[Aurora Blackwood]

Oh this was a terrible waste. The Force buzzed with a million voices. Loud, waring, emotional voices. Aurora had not truly perceived how divided the Empire had become in the Core. The gap between Human and Alien, wealthy and poor, was enormous. She could feel the unrest in the air. It did not make sure job any easier. Aurora could not risk reaching out in the Force. She could not risk riding the waves of the Light to find the one who called to her. The moment she reached for the Force would be the moment she was exposed. No. Instead, she kept her mental walls high and signature suppressed. She had to pray for guidance and hope it would come. The Force had brought her here, it would no leave her blind.

She need only wait, and she did not have to wait long. Aurora was shaken from her own thoughts by a young woman appearing at her side. The girl clearly did not belong to the Corellian upper class. That backpack on her shoulder had seen far better days. The stranger kept asking if Aurora had said something, had spoken. Suddenly the thrall of voices silenced. A single word uttered quietly emerged in her mind. Her. Aurora’s green gaze flicked up down the girl. Her? Truly? A sliver of the Force snaked from the Jedi Master. She touched the girl’s mind. Yes, the Force ran through her. Raw, untrained, but there. How had the child escaped the clutches of the Empire?

“Look behind you.” Aurora nodded back down the street. Imperial troopers were roughly shoving citizens aside. The kid’s backpack had a few splatters of paint on sides. She took a wild guess. “I doubt they are a fan of your artwork.”. Aurora gently touched the girl’s arm. “Come on, I know a place.” That was sort of true. The Rebellion apparently had a safe house that she could use. She began to turn down an alleyway. Aurora thought she knew the way. Shouting began to rise up behind them. @GABA

 

[Arda Breaux]

Look behind her? Is that what she had said?
The girl's face scrunched in confusion and even bewilderment as she tugged on her earlobe in habit to see if her ear was working again. However, the nod from the woman turned the girl's attention back the way she came, seeing the troopers and frowned. They just seemed to never be able to mind their own business, but they also seemed to be in a hurry as they pushed others out of the way; but for some that they pushed, it seemed not to deter the citizens, regardless she followed the woman, quickening her pace to catch up as she headed down an alleyway. Her stomach sank though as she heard shouting from behind, the distinct crackling of the command to stop followed up by some sort of threat. Fairly typical and as far as Arda knew, it meant nothing because they would start shooting regardless.

"Woah, lady, hold on, we need to..." she took a hold of the woman's arm as they exited onto the next block "this way..." she said as they turned immediately into a patrol speeder. Arda stopped, two other troopers stopped what they were doing and looked at the blonde and the dark haired girl while there was more shouting from behind.

"Don't move, lets see some papers." the first trooper spoke putting down his data pad with his hand extended; the other troopers who were behind them exited and stood behind the two women, "Well?" his voicebox crackled from the helmet. Arda rolled her eyes and took out her identification booklet, handing it to the trooper; he looked at it closely then to Arda and then to the woman with her.

"And you too." he snapped, not liking to have to wait.

"Yeah, she can't understand what you're saying, she's can't hear." Arda spoke for the blonde, glancing at her while he passed off the booklet to another trooper who shook his head.

"Well, Orina Lag-ni-ahp-pee"

Arda rolled her eyes."Lan-yap." she corrected and the officer stepped closer, Arda looked up at him, "Lan. Yap." she repeated again, knowing it was most likely agitating the trooper, a curl of a smile formed on her lip, "Lan-OOFFFF." The trooper socked her in the stomach, causing her to buckle over, breathless. He then turned to Aurora and waved the booklet at her.

"Lets see them, c'mon." he said reaching out for Aurora's waist in order to search the blonde.

@Valen Pelora

 

[Aurora Blackwood]

Aurora let her self be dragged another direction. The street urchin likely knew the back alley best. What a kriffing mistake that was. Her newest friend lead them right into a lovely waiting Imperial speeder. Joy. What a Force forsaken joy. Aurora carefully pulled the Force tightly around herself, suppressing any sliver of a signature. Her mental walls were built high. She would be fine as long as no Sith Lord happened to stroll by. Looking at the trooper before them, and the ones brining up the rear, that wasn’t going to happen. Aurora quickly returned her focus to the matter at hand. Taking the urchin’s queue she mimed deafness. Aurora shrugged her shoulders and pointed at her ears.

The girl must have had a good head on her shoulders but it was not doing her any favors with the troopers. It was like the kid couldn’t help herself. She just had to poke and pride the Imperials. It earned her a gut punch. Unsurprising. Aurora felt an urge deep down to act. One she had felt a hundred, a thousand times. She did nothing but flinch. The expected reaction. If Orina, certainly a fake name, wanted to live they had to be a great deal smarter.

The trooper reached for Aurora’s waist. She hadn’t stayed hidden for seventy years by carrying her lightsaber clipped to her belt for all the galaxy to see. It was safely hidden on her person. All the trooper would find was a legal blaster and her papers. Papers that identified her as Scarlett Marx, denizen of the Outer Rim. [color=red[“Alright, Ms. Marx.”[/color] He flung the papers are her. “Your friend here matches the description of tagger.”. Aurora again pointed at her ear. “Can’t hear. Mining accident.” One of the rear troopers stepped up. “Come on, what are we doing wasting time with the deaf one.” She didn’t want to leave ‘Orina’ behind. The Force only knew what fate awaited her with the troopers. @GABA

 

[Arda Breaux]

"I didn't tag anything!" she snapped, rubbing her stomach as it throbbed from the punch as they seemed to dismiss the blonde woman; Arda glanced over her shoulder and rolled her eyes, "That's because she's the prettier one here..." she mumbled and the officer tugged Arda aside, handing Aurora back her papers.

However, as he did so, they were greeted suddenly with three large clanks as metal cans filled with old oil were dropped from above. One had hit the speeder and the other two landed their mark beside Arda and the two officers covering with the thick brown substance. The officer looked shocked and suddenly his face turned bright red as they would hear shouting and hollering from above. Arda looked up with the others, seeing several individuals quickly pull their heads back inside the building, their laughs could still be heard.

"GET UP THERE NOW!" the Officer shouted to his troopers who stood probably looking dumbfounded underneath their buckets. Arda was trying her best not to start laughing also, even with the seriousness of the overall situation, humor was still there...just at the cost of misery from time to time. The Officer seeing Arda covered in the oil also shoved her identification at her chest, causing the girl to step backwards as the troopers stormed into the building. "Get out of here!" He waved his arm, shouting at both her and Aurora as he took out his comm, shouting commands. Arda almost felt bad for them, except they got her also, so she didn't pity them at all.

Arda looked at Aurora and nodded her head in the direction they needed to go, she still didn't answer her question earlier, how or what did she hear exactly? Did the woman, who they called Ms. Marx, know what she even heard. Many questions floated through her mind as she gave the blonde odd looks, some suspicious, some confusing, other's included a smirk. However, when they were a safe distance away, she spoke, "Ms. Marx? Do you have a name that doesn't make you sound so old?" Arda stated, but realizing how it sounded, started to back peddle, "Not that you're old, you look very good, strong, probably not around here, because you look too healthy." she said turning down a side alley and jiggled a handle to a door. Arda looked up and down the alley while listening for Aurora's response and reached into her pocket for a pick. She easily opened the door and let themselves inside the building, which overall was abandoned, but seemed to have quite a few people going in and out with how the walls were marked up and the trash and debris that piled in the corners.

"This is a good place to hang low, its protected by a couple gangs, like a neutral ground to lay low, get back on your feet, because you know, the Imps won't help you do that." she said starting to walk up some stairs, "How did you speak in my left ear?" she asked, finally getting the question off her chest, "I haven't been able to hear in that year in almost seven years." she told her, her face showing her confusion and some worry that she was going crazy.

@Valen Pelora

 

[Aurora Blackwood]

The Force worked in mysterious ways. That was what Aurora told herself as paint cans rained down from above. Yes, the Force was saving her backside, not some teenagers about to get chased through the streets. She was simply grateful she got to watch the troopers dash away instead of staring down a blaster barrel. That really would have put a damper on her day. Aurora reluctantly followed her new friend. Wary after the last time she followed the girl. She wasn’t looking for a rewind of her trooper interview. Her fake was good but not that good. She huffed out a laugh as the girl asked her name.

“You’re weird, and I’m Scarlett.” What a strange person she had stumbled upon. A strange person that the Force had thrust into her lap. Aurora was apparently going to open a wayward home for the odd youth of the galaxy. She had yet to encounter a single normal Force sensitive who might be the foundation of a new Order. Odd. “I’m from a worse place if you can imagine, the Outer Rim.” She kept her eyes peeled to see if they were being followed. “Things are worse out there than here, and getting harder every day.” As the Empire warred with itself the Outer Rim had begun to burn. There were fewer and fewer safe havens. Finally, they ‘arrived’ at thier destination.

Aurora couldn’t help the frown that formed on her face. The thought of going anywhere that was protected by gangs turned her stomach. She reminded herself for the hundredth time, beggars cannot be choosers. Trust the Force. That was getting harder to do with each passing oddball. She nearly fell down the stairs when the girl mentioned her ear. The normally composed Jedi Master just stammered. “Um, what?” She continued following up the stairs but was momentarily stunned. “What exactly did you hear?” How the kriff was she going to explain this? @GABA

 

[Arda Breaux]

Arda raised her eyebrows when the woman shared she was from the outer rim, a long ways from home and yet she was here on Corellia. She was very well composed until she had mentioned the voice in her lame ear and even Arda felt herself shocked that the woman would be that surprised by the odd situation too. Arda raised her eyebows, eyes widened as she stopped to help Scarlett before continuing.

She quickly climbed the last couple stairs, taking them to the top floor of the building, "Well, that's why I asked you...where else would voices come from?" Arda laughed it off but her smile didn't stay, "You didn't say anything, did you?" she questioned glancing over her shoulder as she reached for the door handle to a room and let the two of them inside. The room had the less trash, possibly the cleanest of all the building but was covered with a mosaic of floral patterns, distinct signature, and stolen propaganda posters from the Empire, overlaid with someone's reinterpretation of what they should really say.

Arda was certain if this Scarlett woman was an Imperial spy, she was certain she just damned herself, but there was always a gut feeling she would get if she knew trouble was coming, "Why are you on Corellia if you're from the outer rim?" Arda dropped her bag on the floor next to her feet and flopped down on a worn sofa, "This place isn't better you know, you'd be better off away from here." Arda then smirked, "We were told when we first arrived in the core, things would be better, my parents could find jobs, get a new home, live happily." the girl waved her hand as though she were brushing away something, "If you were told that, you were lied to, the Emperor doesn't want anyone to succeed unless you're in his circle." Arda scoffed, "Unless you are in his circle, Ms. Scarlett." Arda gave a coy grin, leaning forward.

@Valen Pelora

 

[Aurora Blackwood]

The odd pair made their way to the top of the building. Aurora suspected the young woman was beginning to slowly piece things together. She hadn’t done an excellent job hiding her pure shock. It sure wasn’t Aurora who had spoken in her ear. As they climbed the stairs she took a small risk. She lowered her walls for a moment and reached for the Force. A small tendril snaked forward to touch the girl. Aurora didn’t break stride. She needed to make sure her feeling was correct. It was. There was no denying the girl was Force sensitive. Aurora didn’t sense a hint of training or corruption. The girl was untrained by the Empire, a true miracle.

She had to Force her mind back to the present. The floral patterns on the wall were a bit off-putting. She did not follow suit and sit, none of the furniture looked appetizing. She stayed standing. It was time to tell the truth. The galaxy would be changed by the bold. She’d spent a lifetime simply watching and waiting. Time for courage. “Oh no, I am the last person the Emperor wants in his circle, my dear. We don’t agree on many things.”

Aurora waved around the room. “The Empire tells only lies. They preach the core is the answer, but only with those who posses the wealth to make it theirs.” She was going to make a choice, the only choice there was to make. “I did not come here for the Emperor's lies. I came here for truth.” Aurora was seeking the galaxies one perfect truth. The Force in balance, free of the perversion of the Darkness. “I came here to find people who can feel the embrace of the Force, but are free of the Empire’s influence.” Her eyes met the girl’s. The truth in her words was unmistakable. “I came here to find you.” The Force sang in her mind. @GABA

 

[Arda Breaux]

The girl's eyes narrowed in thought as she was trying to understand where this conversation was going. She watched as the woman made her way through the room, seemingly understanding of the plight of the us versus them that seemed to obviously encumber those who the Empire labeled as unworthy of their time. The blame was on them for having such shit circumstance even though they were set up to fail, the core was not meant for the outsiders, it was for those on the inside and it would remain that way until the voices grew louder like her own. Arda found herself leaning slightly forward, her fingertips pressed together as she waited for the big revelation of her reasoning for being on Corellia, let alone in the slums and with her. However, what she said was not what the dark-haired girl was expecting.

"Me?" Arda shook her head, and laughed, leaning back, "You're weird." she chuckled again and pointed at Aurora, "That's a good one."

However, there was something that stirred within her as she tried to decipher what this mysterious woman was trying to say; something unexplainable felt right, she needed to listen and her smile disappeared. She tried to think back, most recently with the voice in her lame ear, the feelings of danger and knowing when to stay or leave, it was perhaps something more than the gods of the elders giving their blessing. "That's a good one." she whispered, breaking eye contact with the flaxen-haired woman. She felt her fingernails dig into the arm of the sofa, her eyes settling on the paint splatters on the floor.

"Ok..." she looked at Aurora, as she spat her questions, "Ok...so who are you really?" Arda asked, the skeptic shining through, "You're looking for recruits for what? A secret sith army against the Emperor? Overthrow in order to have the Empire for youself? Are you from the Old Empire?" Though as the girl spoke, her questions were answered in the form of feelings, and she felt her jaw clench in unease, "Or if you're not sith, then who are your Ms. Marx?" she asked more quietly and slower.

@Valen Pelora

 

[Aurora Blackwood]

It was never easy. Why was it never easy? Aurora would have thought the Force would lead her to those who wanted to change, who wanted to make difference. Did the Force not desire balance? Journey before destination she reminded herself. How one came to the Jedi was just important as what they were eventually called. Too many had forgotten the value of the path when the Order fell. “Yes, I am weird…but in the best way.”

It was clear the young rebel had lived a difficult life, a life that made it impossible for her to trust. Aurora couldn’t keep playing the long game. It wasn’t worth it. The girl would only trust her if she gave her a reason to trust. Aurora sighed and leaned against one of the less than clean walls. “Scarlett Marx is an alias, just as whatever name on our papers is most certainly an alias.” She almost never gave out her real name unless she truly trusted the person. Well, sometimes you had to take chances. Hard as that could be. “My name is Aurora Blackwood. I am not some Sith seeking to climb the ladder of power, I want the Emperor gone. Not replaced.” She tired to make her words as sincere as possible. To make the young girl feel the truth of what she said.

“I can offer you a different path. A path where you can become what you are meant to be free of the influence of the Empire. A path where you can learn the Force without the taint of the Darkside.” Aurora knew she had to make one more leap, one more small effort of faith. “I am not a Sith, I am a Rebel.” Her pale features hardened. “And I am offering you a way to fight back.” That was all most of them ever wanted. A way to fight for what they believed in.

@GABA

 

[Arda Breaux]

If the Force could elbow jab, it did, right into her gut, and Arda suddenly felt the urge to listen and trust this woman. However, it would seem things were beginning to fall into place, though at the same time, Arda felt as though her entire world was just was swept from beneath her feet. It made sense, but then again it did not; the woman continued after revealing her name, but it should not be mistaken, Aurora now held Arda's full attention. No words left her lips as the blonde woman spoke as she had questions, but she would not interrupt, this woman was important, le heraut], her elders used to call them.

"Aurora, a herald of destiny..." she spoke quietly; while Aurora's features hardened, Arda's own softened, the skeptic was given her proof, not only by this woman's words and demeanor, but also by the inner intuition that seemed to had aided her for all these years. She had a chance to do more than spray messages on the wall, she could help others and protect others from having to experience the hardships she and her family was forced to go through. It had seemed the Empire had taken everything from her, leaving her to believe the narrow and dangerous path was the one she had to tread carefully in order not to be sent to a labor camp, or trapped in a police car where they meant to take her life. What she lived in now, she had always known was temporary, but the future always seemed uncertain and to an extent was still uncertain, "I want to learn this path." Arda stated confidently, "All the Empire does is take and destroy and if this path can help bring justice, then I want to learn it."

The girl stood up, "How though? How can I learn about this path, it's myth from what I am told." she said scratching her head; there were whispers of legend centuries ago before the Empire that didn't follow the path of the darkside. However, it may not have been as mythical as she was lead to believe, a spark was ignited, her curiosity bloomed and suddenly life didn't seem like it was only just all about surviving.

@Valen Pelora

 

[Aurora Blackwood]

The Force seemed to settle into place. A sense of finality resting upon Aurora’s shoulders. The girl was finally beginning to understand, to see what she could possibly be. That was all Aurora needed. She needed the young rebellious human to see what could be. She ran a hand through her hair. “None of this will be easy. The Empire is wavering but they are as dangerous as ever.” There was no point in denying the sheer power of the Empire. Imperial might still ruled the galaxy. Even while Republica warred against the Old Empire, either faction could easily crush the young Rebellion. That did not mean they could not be stoped.

Aurora leaned back against the wall as the young girl stood. Yikes, she had nearly forgotten the state of those walls. “There are truths behind every myth. A grain of reality that gave rise to the legend.” There was very little about Aurora that screamed Jedi beside the river of Force always within her reach. Her life had been devoted to making people believe she was anything but remarkable. Jedi should have been the last thing on anyone’s mind when they met her. Yet, she needed to make these young Force sensitives believe. They needed to believe in the Force, and themselves.

“I can show you the way. It is all I have ever known and the time has come for a new generation to learn our path.” A soft smile spread across her pale features. “I’ve waited seventy some years for this moment, and I don’t know how much longer I’ll walk this galaxy. It is time for the Jedi Order to return.” Their eyes met again. “But I can’t teach you here, we will need to leave Corellia, and soon. The Empire’s influence is too strong. It is far too dangerous.” All Arda had to do was accept and her journey on the path of the Jedi would begin. @GABA

 

[Arda Breaux]

The woman leaned against the wall and Arda opened her mouth, but closed as she explained the slight truths to the myths. She subtly shook her head hoping the blonde hair woman would decide she meant don't lean against the walls, but she didn't move and Arda scratched her head quickly and awkwardly, "That's the pee wall..." she mumbled and grimaced; it was why the couch was on the other side of the room and not any closer. Regardless, Arda's world was changing and fast, she could feel her heart race with the beckoning of this calling and so many unanswered feelings and thoughts were becoming overwhelmingly clear of their purpose.

Arda did a double take as Aurora casually mentioned how she waited seventy years, she sincerely was only joking about her being old earlier, but now she starred momentarily at Aurora, eyebrow quirked trying to figure out what other secrets this woman had yet to share. However, then again, Arda probably had just as many secrets and knew they held their purpose when the time was right to share them, she felt her gaze leave Aurora before they met again as she further explained how she would be able to learn this path.

"Leave Corellia?" she repeated, but she knew Aurora was right, the Empire would crucify the both of them, the Jedi Order was supposed to be extinct and yet, here this Jedi was, risking her life and possibly others to come here. Arda knew how dangerous it was just to be the street scum she was now, and now with this new information, the girl felt a sense of urgency and slight embarrassment that she had not treated this Jedi with more respect, she could hear the scoldings from her Elders if they were still around to see how she acted around Aurora. "Of course, we can leave right away! I have everything I need." she patted her backpack, rarely did she ever leave anything behind in her flat that meant something, not since after the Imperials raided her previous apartment when she was last arrested. Arda walked in a small circle, her legs ready to move, to leave as she tried to think if there was anything else and she stopped, thinking about her mother who peddled mindlessness on the streets for spice money.

Arda combed her fingers through her hair, thinking, weighing the pros and cons of leaving her behind, possibly forever; but the woman that she saw on the streets was just a shell, there wasn't anything else she could do for her and a warmth beckoned her thoughts back to Aurora. She looked at the woman and nodded, agreeing with herself as she spoke, "I have everything I need," this path would begin to make things better for everyone, "I am Arda Breaux, Master Blackwood and I am ready to leave Corellia."

@Valen Pelora

 

[Aurora Blackwood]

The. Pee. Wall. Aurora grimaced as she moved away from the pee wall. She would have to burn these robes. They had been through a tremendous amount with her, but there was no recovering from this. The robes had lived a good life with a terrible ending. She was a little surprised to see the girl so ready to leave. Well, maybe Aurora should have expected that. It did not appear the child had much in the way of worldly possessions. She’d have thought maybe a family. There was more she had to learn about the young spray painter. An ability to feel the Force was tremendous but it could come at a cost. Aurora wondered what cost her new charge had paid.

Finally, she did get a real name. Arda, sweet and simple. The Morellian Jedi Master smiled. “Kriff, Master Blackwood. That makes me feel old, but I supposed that is appropriate.” She turned and headed to march out of the room. “Follow me Arda, and stay close this time. I’d rather not be face to face with our Imperial friends again today.” Aurora swept from the room. Her shuttle, the Puddle Jumper was at a star port in the slums. She’d paid off a few of the mechanics to keep an eye on it while she completed her business. Kriff, she hoped it was still there.

The robed Jedi lead her new student through the streets. The Force was with her at every step. She was confident in her decision. There was a stirring positivity flowing through the Force. Her certainty was growing with every step. Eventually, they arrived at the landing pad of her shuttle which was thankfully still in one piece. Aurora showed Arda where she would stow her things and in no time they were zipping through the atmosphere. The Force hummed in her mind with approval. This was the beginning it had been waiting for. @GABA

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