A lot had happened in the past week.
On their way to someplace else, she, Wax, and Tazlen had answered a distress call from a station in the middle of nowhere. Quin was there too, and some Ishi Tib she never learned the name of. It was creepy, horrific, and the source of constant nightmares since she'd stumbled back onto their ship. She wished they'd never arrived. With her whole being, she wished everyone - even the Sith - had ignored that damn distress call and continued on their way. Maybe if they had, Wax would still be with them. Maybe if they had, that Ishi Tib wouldn't have given his life only to returned into some puppet that haunted her in her sleep. She wouldn't have had to riffle through a dead man's things in the hopes of finding out who he was.
Veer. His name was Veer, and finding his family was a task beyond the padawan because it seemed he had no immediate family left. Using what meager savings she had from her allowance, the padawan had packed up his things as neatly as she could and sent it off to a private investigator to find his family. Spare clothes, a portrait of his family, his id, and a little note from Maura that called him brave and offered her condolences. The note did not describe his death. His family didn't need to know that his last moments were nothing but pain, and no one had tried to save him. It was handwritten as neatly as the girl could write, and she did not sign her name. (@Altaris)
Of course, Maura had only sent the package on its way the day prior. Not even 24 hours after they returned to Yavin, the Sith had laid waste to her home and driven her and the Jedi out. Grief on top of grief, guilt on top of guilt. She felt so useless, so powerless to help or stop anything.
Now, a week later, she sat in a room on Brighthome alongside the other two she'd fled with, Tazlen and Quin. There were still light bruises on her face, especially along her cheekbones, and a rigid bandage was laid over the girl's broken nose to keep it in place while it healed. Dark circles hung under her dark eyes, and her blonde roots were showing more than ever. Maura twiddled her thumbs and played with her fingers while her leg bounced up and down, up and down, waiting for someone to speak. There was a lot the girl could say, and a lot she wanted to say, but the usually talkative teen had said very little since arriving here after Yavin.
tags: @Sreeya @Sicadorito