Sitting on the bed in the darkness of the captain’s quarters, Aska gazed at the holographic image that the Besalisk had given her hours before his execution. All of them save the Rodian, smiling to the heavens as they had not a care in the world. Tears fell down her cheeks so frequently now that the collar of her white shirt had developed two large wet stains directly below her chin. What she would give to turn back time and to bring them with her, even Boola… None of them deserved death and yet death is what they were given. All because Aska’s eagerness to make a name for herself was larger than her capability to make it happen.
”I’m so sorry…” she whispered to no one, though she couldn’t help but feel the three spirits could still hear her words. Those three words, it was all she had been capable of saying out loud since departing the Smuggler’s Moon. In truth, even her mind was numb. Unable to process the events that had taken place. Unable to grasp what had occurred during the momentary black out she experienced upon Quinri’s murder. Unable to understand what came next.
Placing the hologram on the bed beside her, Aska crawled under the blanket and rested her head on the pillow as she pulled the blanket tight to her chin. Still gazing at the hologram, she remained silent, living in the memories…
@Bex