Skye Merem
Only a day passed before Skye was contacted by her old friend. Maybe new old friend? All in all, she was very confused with the whole situation.
She was just lounging in the pilot’s seat with her feet on the controls, sipping caff and staring at the busy, city-like planet below. With a sigh, she removed her feet and maneuvered the craft down to the planet’s surface. Skye still needed to eat, and she had a fairly honorable way of doing that, transporting people places in return for credits. It was fairly well paying. She didn’t need to do her job nonstop to be able to live. Well enough, at least.
And then the console beeped. Skye, previously slumped over, sat straight up and slammed her fist against the answer button.
“Skye? You there?”
Skye smiled brilliantly, but it faded to a frown. “Zarash? You can’t have escaped—“
His answer was short and aggravated. “I did. They brought in this girl for reconditioning, and assigned me as her master.”
Skye inhaled sharply. She knew what reconditioning meant. She was considered young enough to not have to go through, but she had heard the screams of those who resisted. They echoed in her head for years. It was one of the many reasons she chose to escape. She was brought back to reality when Zarash spoke again. “I couldn’t leave her there, so I packed, and now we’re gone. We hit a bit of a rough patch, but we got away. So now I’m wanted by the Legion as well.”
Skye was surprised. “That was a… change of plans. Where are you now?”
“We’re close to Dathomir now.”
Skye grinned. “Perfect. I’m landing in Taris right now. Come meet me here,” She sent him coordinates for a local pub near the equator. “And we can discuss things further. See you there.”
Zarash’s blue holographic form nodded once, then flickered out. Skye jumped into the air, screaming, “Yes!”
NK hobbled into the room, looking worried. “Miss, are you alright?”
Skye turned around, a huge smile still splitting her face. “I’m perfectly fine. I’m better than fine. Don’t you have things to do? Like…” NK excused himself. Skye frowned, and muttered, “Kriff. I forgot to ask what he’d be wearing… Oh well, he’ll find me.”
Skye sat back down in her pilot’s chair and steered the ship to a landing platform close enough to the pub. She walked to her quarters and changed into fresh clothing and noticed her old cloak. She frowned. It was dark, inky black. Much different from her white one that she normally wore, which was light and airy. She wore it mostly to try to subconsciously push herself further to the light. But she was going to a pub. Skye frowned again, and changed into the classic earthy tones of a bounty hunter, and latched her belt around her hips. She called her sabers to her hand and clipped them to the belt, letting them hang freely before grabbing her old, black cloak and latching it, covering the sabers up. She threw the hood up and smiled, face partially shrouded in shadow. She was ready.
Skye slammed her fist against the button that would open the ramp and ran out into the busy street. This was a new dawn, a new day, a new chapter in her life. No longer would she be solitary and miserable, and struggling to come back from the dark. She had someone else to help, to be a companion to her.
Even though there would be problems, a whole lot of near-death situations, battles…
Finally, hopefully, everything would be okay.
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