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Daneira - "The past is another land"
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| Daneira_Farris | Date: Wednesday, 27 Jul 2011, 4:03 PM | Message # 1 |
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| 36 BBY- The Jedi Temple/Academy
"I thought Hapans were supposed to be beautiful?" The pre-pubescent male voice rang out from the other end of the corridor, perhaps louder than he intended to, but obviously the tween didn't care. The words reached Daneira's ears as she sat at the opposite end of the hallway, half reading and half gazing out the window at the rain soaked training yard. As far as she knew, she was the only Hapan in the academy at that point, so she knew immediately that she was being talked about....again.
The fact that Dani was half Hapan, on her mothers side, and her human side was incredibly awkward. Sure, she was a pretty girl; with her raven hair, pale porcelain like skin, and greyish blue eyes. On top of that, she was shy and lacked the confidence that the other Padawans had. Her stature was lanky, and her frame thing, but her shoulders were broad...for a girl. Personally, she disliked her nose, but only since she over heard another girl going on about how perfect her own was. So, most of her awkwardness was from her lack of self-confidence and absence of friends at the academy.
Daneira pulled herself to her feet and gathered her datapad and other belongings into her arms before she retreated down the intersecting corridor to get away from the approaching group. She didn't want or need anymore questions about her past, her family, or the land she came from. Nor did she want or need anymore ridicule. Despite where they were, kids were cruel, even if they didn't mean to be. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand to reassure herself that there were no tears clinging to her dark eyelashes. Dani was used to the comments by now, but at times they still stung.
Their first meeting wasn't entirely Karth's fault. In fact, at the time, Dani was looking over her shoulder to make sure that the group hadn't followed her. She reached to pull the slipped sleeve of her robe back up onto her shoulder when, bam, her body collided with his and she crashed to the floor. All of her belongings clattered and slid across the smooth tiles then laid dormant until they were picked up.
"I said, are you okay?"
Struggling to find the right words, he bit back an apology and simply nodded. Surprisingly, the girl didn't seem to mind; in fact, she smiled, a wide grin that was more teeth than anything else. "You really should be careful," she began, rising to her feet and rearranging the contents she once again carried in thin arms. "Keep walking like that and you'll walk headfirst into a column, or something."
"Aha... right..." he finally mumbled, scratching his temple and praying to some god he didn't know that he didn't look as much of a fool as he assumed. "Sorry about that, it's a bad habit of mine."
"Well you know what they say about bad habits."
"... No? What do they say?"
To her credit, she simply giggled. "I don't know, I figured you would." She helped him to his feet, brushing the dust off his robes without so much as a pause. Who was this girl? "It's just a tip, anyhow, the next person you walk into might not be as nice about it."
This time he smiled. He wasn't sure what it was about this girl... but in the span of a few moments she'd completely disarmed him. Again she grinned, this one more wry in nature, almost playful. "What's your name?" The girl mused, brushing an ebon lock away from her forehead as she stared him down. Those eyes, so vivid.
"Karth. You?"
"Daneira. But... you can call me Dani, everyone does."
At the time, it didn't occur to Daneira that everything happened for a reason. The Force worked in mysterious ways, so they were taught. Destiny, and all the likes. The meeting would have likely meant more to her years down the road, but for the moment, she was grateful to have just made a friend. From there, she was sure that things would look up.
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| Daneira_Farris | Date: Sunday, 13 May 2012, 7:29 PM | Message # 2 |
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| 19 BBY- The Great Jedi Purge
Rough water rushed around the Jedi Knight, tossing her further and further down the raging river. She had fallen, albeit on purpose, after a blaster bolt seared through her mid-section from the weapon of one of the clones accompanying her. Her lightsaber had deflected the first few, but she couldn't figure out why the clone had turned on her. In a moment of distraction, Dani wasn't fast enough, and the bolt plunged into her abdomen and she fall back from the bank and vanished beneath the surface of the white capped waters, leaving only a faint trace of blood on the waters surface. Either way, she thought she might die. There were more clones around than she could have handled when it came right down to it, and at least this way, she had somewhat of a chance but left them believing they had succeeded.
It seemed like an eternity, fighting against the current, and when she couldn't hold her breath anymore, Daneira fought her way to the surface to catch only a quick breath, before she was swallowed by the river again. The pain in her middle was dull, likely from the adrenaline, but she was jolted suddenly as her shoulder caught on a jagged rock that jutted from the rivers floor. Blood flooded the water around her and she struggled to resurface and drag herself onto the muddy bank. Luckily, she was a good safe distance from the site where the clones were, so she had time to get herself hidden, if they would have even come looking for her body.
Daneira dragged herself to her feet and lifted the hem of her shirt slightly to check the blaster wound. The flesh was seared and bubbled, but only a little blood trickled out. He had been a bad shot, not that clones were usually the most accurate, and the bolt had been more to the right of her abdomen, which saved any major damage. It wasn't fatal, but she knew that she still needed help. She limped into the treeline by the river and started to walk, slowly, away from the river, and hoped to find something soon. Before nightfall, at least.
As the sun waned, Dani kept walking, and finally came upon a small house in a clearing. The occupant, an older man, was outside doing some gardening when he spotted the young Jedi approaching. Blood soaked the left side of her shirt and sleeve and seeped through the fabric of her shirt from the blaster wound in her abdomen. He had barely stood up to ask her if she needed help, before Daneira blacked out completely. Her lightsaber had been lost in the river and would wash up on shore not far from the site she had fallen in, so there was nothing on her that would make this man ever think that she was a Jedi.
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13 BBY
Sometimes the pain was like a kick in the gut. Other times it was like a knife in the heart. Basically, it sucked, more than Daneira could bear even at the best times. Even with her training and her supposedly advanced ability to control her own emotions. That was all bullshit when you lost someone you loved. The heart, though it was an organ and not a vessel of spirit, still ached. Or at least that was how it felt.
It had been five years since the purge. Five years in hiding. Five years on the run. Five years believing that all of her friends were dead. It was only one friend, actually. That was where the pain kicked in. There hadn't been a day that she hadn't thought about the Padawan from the Academy. He would have been a Knight, and a great one at that. Dani hadn't felt she deserved or was worthy of her knighthood. That was all forgotten now. Her lightsaber had been long put away, and was gathering dust in the wall of the rat hole apartment she had rented week to week.
Daneira cradled a glass of amber colored liquid in her left hand, resting it against her collarbone as she leaned back in the chair and surveyed the scum that patronized the dingy cantina that she was in. Those were the best places to find clients, whether it be for simple grab-and-drop jobs, or whatever. As long as she got paid, she didn't care. The Jedi in her had been killed years ago, she had to be. Someone approached and she looked up with her grey-blue gaze. He nodded, and she got up and swigged the last of the liquid before she put the glass down and followed him. The alcohol only helped with some of the ache.
"20,000 credits isn't nearly enough for that kind of job, with my experience. You know my reputation. Don't bother me again until you've got something worthwhile to offer." She said before she turned on her heel and headed back to her seat, and motioned to the bartender for another drink as she did. Her ears picked up on the subtle hum of a blaster firing up behind her and she turned her head slightly as she rested her hand on the hilt of the blaster at her hip. With one finger, she unsnapped the holster as she waited.
There were some things that the Jedi training were still good for. Quick reflexes were one of them. Before the man could even take aim, he was on the floor and Daneira was staring down the barrel of her own blaster. Just a shot to his knee, nothing that would cause too much damage, but it was enough to send the entire cantina into an uproar. Dani took that opportunity to slip out the back and into the inky darkness of the alleyway.
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38 BBY- The Jedi Temple/Academy
It was pouring, again. Rain came down in torrential sheets across the Capital making it nearly impossible to navigate the sky ways. Even the pedestrians struggled on the walk ways, and most with any good sense stayed indoors. Or they would until it passed at least. Not Daneira, though. No. Training in the rain was too good of an opportunity. One had to be aware and alert in all situations at all times.
There would be the perfect time to strike. For now, she watched. The courtyard was understandably empty. Wet puddles grew across the low laying parts of grass and formed on the paths, fed by thick drops that pelted mercilessly into them. Beneath the low hanging branches of the tree, she waited patiently, huddled beneath her dark brown wool robe that shed droplets of water from the tree like water off of ducks feathers.
The doors slid open finally and another figure dressed in a brown, hooded robe stood in the open door. He looked up, then out across the courtyard at his destination of the other door into the other building. Dani smirked in her hiding spot. The figure dashed out into the rain, splatting through puddles as he made a break for the other door. Before he could reach it though, she pounced.
Daneira made no sound and blind tackled the other padawan, the pair going head over feet at least twice before finally hydroplaning across a muddy puddle in the grassy area and skidding to a wet and mucky stop. She was soaked from head to toe, not to mention covered in mud and bits of grass. Oddly, she started laughing as she sat up and brushed some of the wet locks back from her face.
"Hey Karth. Uh.......I win!" She smirked and pulled herself up and offered him a hand to help him up off of the wet ground.
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36 BBY- Deaths Always Tear Families Apart...
"You can't make me go...you just can't make me!" The eight year old Daneira screamed at an exhausted looking Gray Farris. She was a picture of a child, in a cute little green dress with a matching bow in her dark hair, the required uniform of her prep school. But she was also angry, angry and afraid and confused as to why her father would want to send her away. It didn't dawn on her that maybe she reminded him too much of Lucinda, but she was eight and likely wouldn't have understood that anyway.
So she stood there, having a stare down with her wearied father, until he finally broke his gaze with her. "You are going, Daneira. Not more arguments." His resolve was firm, and despite the rage that she could go into, he would hold firm to that resolve. She needed to be trained to harness the power she had. He had seen it unleashed before, and that was enough to convince him. And he had to buy an entire new set of dishes for his wife after the incident.
"I hate you....mother never would have sent me away...she didn't want me to be sent away! You are just being selfish!" She yelled at him again. He didn't want her, so she thought, and that hurt her more than anything because she loved him so much. He had grown so distant since Lucinda's death though, it made Daneira try even harder to keep her fathers attention. For the moment though, she gave up and stormed out of the house.
The little girl ran into the backyard and tore the ribbon from her hair, letting the dark locks fall free, and she threw the silk ribbon onto the ground. She paused only long enough to remove her shiny patent leather shoes and leave them in the yard also, before she disappeared into the tree line. If he would bother to go looking for her, Gray Farris would find his daughter nestled into the nook of her favorite tree. Her dress would be stained and torn, and her shins scraped and elbows bruised. She didn't care. He wouldn't come anyway.
He just wanted her gone, or so she thought.
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21 BBY- Akuria II
A trail of carnage wound along the bedroom floor; shoes, clothing, a blaster, lightabers, all hastily removed and discarded without further thought. Bodies laid tangled in white bedsheets. Legs entwined, two figures pressed together in exhausted sleep. Daneira's dark, mussed curls splayed across Karth's chest as she slept, curled into his torso. Sleeping when they only had seventy two hours together seemed like such a waste, but neither could have fought it off anymore.
Regardless, she was with him, and that made her happy.
It had never once occurred to Dani that it would take another person to make her happy. She had always been self sufficient and had no issue with being alone. But this relationship, or whatever it was, had prompted her to be more careful at the very least. Careful not only for herself, but for him as well. She couldn't imagine the anguish either of them would have felt if the other died. Even before, growing up, when they were just friends, there was no way she could have imagined it.
Maybe that was why Jedi were not supposed to form attachments, to love. But sometimes, at least Daneira felt, the Force had bigger plans than the rules that were set down by the Council.
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25 BBY- Trials and Tribulations
The last part of the trials had been the worst, physically at least, but Dani survived it as Atrya had expected her to. She was bleeding, however, heavily. So much so that the med droid was having trouble stopping it. Cautery was working, but it was taking time. In the meantime, Dani sat in a quiet reflection, seemingly unaffected by the pain from the gaping wound in her thigh that exposed the bone that supported muscle and flesh.
She had faced her biggest fears, and mastered them. Dani had bested even her own master in the area of skill, especially with a lightsaber. She had discovered more about herself than she had expected, and that made her much stronger than before it had all started.
Even through all of that, her thoughts wandered to Karth. He, by far, was her biggest trial. A trial that she knew that she would not have the strength to pass were it put in front of her. It wouldn't be though. No one except them knew. Sadly, that was how it would have to stay. For now at least.
Moments later, the door slid open and Daneira snapped out of her wandering thoughts. "You did good, Daneira." Atrya's voice cut through the silence. "You don't need me anymore." She added before she checked on the medical droids progress. The bleeding was nearly stopped and it was using a glue to knit the flesh back together.
"I need a few days off." She said, before Atrya could say another word. "Some time to meditate. The council can send me wherever, but just a couple days." Atrya nodded as Dani reached down and took over the bandaging. It barely hurt anymore, not that she had complained about it at all. Atrya left, and Dani retreated down the corridor in the opposite direction.
Slim-
Ixtlar. I'll be there tomorrow night at the latest. I need to talk to you.
D.
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13 BBY- And then....that happened
The alleyway was dark and dampness glistened on the pavement and the mildewed walls of the back of the cantina. A booted foot kicked a blaster out of the way and sent it clattering down to the walled end of the alley and into the shadow. There was only one light, a raw bulb that hung from the socket near the back entrance of the cantina. It cast an eerie, yellowed glow across the two occupants of the lane.
One of them was standing, the other laying in a bloody heap on the wet cement. Daneira paced beside him as he struggled to push himself up on shaky arms. Without a thought, she put her boot into his ribs again. The man groaned in pain and rolled onto his back. He was bloody and the bruises were starting to show from where Dani's fist connected with his jaw.
He draped an arm across his torso, clutching the spot on his ribcage where she had kicked him. For a split second she almost felt bad, almost felt compassion for the man. No, he was a mark. And stupidly, he had tried to fight back. Why wouldn't he? She was just a girl, after all. He was sadly mistaken. But in the back of her mind a voice was telling her that it wasn't the Jedi way, to hurt an innocent, to kill for credits.
Dani crouched next to him and brushed her fingers over his bloody cheek briefly. "If you hadn't fought back, I would have made this so much easier. You just couldn't though, could you?" She frowned slightly and then gripped his jaw with her fingertips to turn his face towards hers. A breath escaped through his dry, cracked lips. "Just had to try and be the big, strong man." Out of her pocket she would produce a small capsule. She pinched his nose closed with one hand and forced the capsule into his mouth. Within seconds, it would dissolve and the poison within would leech into his system.
Painless and quick. "Considering why my employer wants you dead, this is a merciful death." She said when she finally released him and the body went limp. Dani straightened up and started to walk out of the alley, leaving the body behind. She didn't look back, she never did. But she always thought, every single time, that Karth would have never done what she did. And he would have hated the person she had turned into. Sometimes she hated the person she had turned into.
The Daneira that Karth had known....was dead.
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19BBY- 6 Months Later
She had never been the type to wear a dress. Not since she was a child, since prep school, since her mothers funeral. Dresses were for funerals. Daneira had found the simple greyish blue linen dress shoved in the back of the closet of the small bedroom that she had been staying in. It had to have belonged to a daughter, or the wife of the old man that lived in the house. Either way, she thought that he would not mind if she borrowed it, just for the day.
The Jedi knight slipped the calf length dress over her figure and zipped it up, then took a minute to adjust the thin straps over her shoulders, and finally comb her fingers through her hair. She walked down the steps of the creaky, old farmhouse and into the kitchen. The old man, Dominic, had let her stay while she healed, and then longer after she started helping him around the small farm that he could barely care for himself anymore. It was a quiet life, and for the most part, it kept her mind off of what she did not want to remember.
He was in the kitchen with his holo paper (which, coincidentally, she had poured over for weeks after the attack happened....and no news came of it) when she walked in. His thin face paled a little as he looked up at Daneira. "You look just like my daughter." He said, pausing to cough. She shook her head and patted his back lightly. Age, smoking, and the war had taken a toll on him and it showed more and more by the week.
"I have something I have to do today, I hope you don't mind. I will be back later." She said simply before she turned and left the old house without another word.
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The battlefield had healed. The scars of battle were no longer evident. Green grass blanketed the once scorched land and hid any evidence of the death that had occurred there. Daneira stood near to the river, close to a large rock that jutted out into the rushing water. It was where she had fallen and disappeared a little more than six months before. There were no landmarks in the grassy plain, so she just closed her eyes and forced herself to remember the day.
Blaster fire rang fresh in her ears, explosions, the sounds of droids marching. Clones and their armor clinked. The smell of burnt flesh and the bodies scattered across the plain when she finally opened her eyes again. It was like it was happening all over again. Quickly, she looked to the northeast quadrant of the field. She remembered it was where she had last seen him. His lightsaber flared to life as he deflected blaster shots from the clones. An explosion erupted between them and when the dirt finally settled, he was no longer in sight, the lightsaber no longer visible. Just clones, shooting at what looked like a body on the ground. That was when she was shot.
She turned her gaze down to the water for a moment before she moved away from it. Daneira stopped on a spot and looked down at the grass before she dropped to her knees, unconcerned with staining the linen dress. "You know..." She began as she sat there in the middle of the grassy plain. "I never thought that it would hurt so much. We always knew that there was the risk of it happening. We had been preparing for it...but....that hasn't made it any easier."
Dani paused and trailed her palm over the soft blades of grass next to her. There had been a range of emotions since it had happened, some emotions she hadn't experienced in years. Anger, fear, sadness, pain, emptiness, and finally, calm. Those emotions started to flood back then, but she needed the closure. It had to be over so that she could truly move on. "There were so many things that we were supposed to do together, Karth. Order be damned. You knew how I felt about that."
She quieted down a little and placed her palm on the ground to steady herself as she dropped down onto her hip. "And I couldn't even bury you properly. You were just gone." She assumed when she went back to retrieve his body days later, that they had taken him for whatever reason. Evidence, proof, maybe? She was unsure. Dani ran her fingers through her dark locks and tangled her digits into the strands. Through all of it, she hadn't shed a tear, but that day the crystalline drops flowed freely down her cheeks before she finally crumpled to the grass with her free hand covering her face.
"I don't understand why...why you? Why couldn't it have been me?"
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18 BBY
"You still owe us 5,000 credits, old man." The voice sneered.
Dom Parsons held his hands up to shoulder height and shook his head. "I paid everything I owed for last month and this month." He retorted.
The other man mulled his words over while taking an obscenely long drag from death stick. He held the smoke in, letting it filter through his lungs before he exhaled the poisonous smoke into the old mans face. Dom coughed, a horrible retching sound that vibrated through his entire form from years of smoking. He had the sense to quit, but the damage had already been done.
"You're right." The younger man said. "But there has been a change in the policy, so now you owe 10,000 credits. An extra 5 per month."
"I don't have it." Dom said, simply enough. "You take eve...." He didn't even have time to finish the word before a fist landed squarely in his gut and the old man doubled over to his knees. His gaze shot out to the field and surrounding, but he did not see Nora working anywhere near, which he was thankful for. He couldn't have protected her, he couldn't even protect himself. Dom tried to rise to his feet, but for his effort he received a boot to the chest and he toppled to his back, wheezing.
"Is there a problem here?" Daneira's voice rang out from where she had emerged from inside the house. The raised voices caught her attention, but a glance out the window infuriated her. The Jedi stayed on the porch while the younger man made his immediate assessment of her.
"And what do we have here? Hiding a daughter from us, old man?" He asked as he held Dom down with his foot. "Come closer. Let's have a look, then." he said through the death stick dangling from his lips. Dani moved closer without hesitation, and already had an idea of what he was thinking about her.
"He's an old man, let him go." Daneira would only ask once. The man scoffed at the request and threw the butt of the death stick onto the ground.
"No. He owes us a lot of money." He replied as he dug his boot harder into the mans chest, which caused him to emit a wheezing groan. "But maybe...you and I could work out a deal and you could pay off his debt....in trade." He smiled, revealing rotting and missing teeth.
Without hesitation, Dani thrust her hand upwards and planted her palm into his nose, breaking it and causing him to stagger back and away from Dom. She knelt down and helped the old man to sit on the porch. Dani looked back to see the younger man shaking the stars from his head. He was bleeding heavily. "Wait here, alright? I will take care of this." She said to Dom, leaving him no choice in the matter.
"You broke my nose, you bit...." He was fumbling to draw a blaster, which didn't faze the Jedi in the slightest. She moved up to him, disarmed him and sent him crashing to the ground with a knee to the groin followed by an elbow to the trachea. She stepped on his chest with her boot, not exerting enough force to hurt him like he had done to Dom, but enough to keep him down, and his own blaster was pressed to his skull.
"Dom? How many people has he done this to?" She called back as she pressed the pistol to his skull a little harder. For a second she felt bad about what she was doing. She hadn't fought in the past year, but she was making an exception for her friend.
"Everyone I know, Nora." He said, holding back a wheeze. Dom started coughing hard again, and Daneira noticed that there was blood on his hands with each cough. "But, he is just an errand boy. He has a boss."
"I guess we are going to have to go have a chat with your boss." Dani said, pausing before she clenched her fist around his collar and dragged him to his feet with ease. "The question is; do I let you ride in the speeder, or do I drag you behind it?"
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Present Day- Ixitar
Sleep was restless, and Dani tossed and turned beneath the sheets. Her forehead was veiled in thin layer of sweat. Though she wasn't concious of it, there were tears that cascaded down her pale cheeks. The Jedi woke with a start, bolting straight upright and breathing heavily. Another nightmare. They had become less frequent, but that did not mean her sleep was better. Not at all.
This time is was about Karth....again. She had tried so hard to put him out of her mind. He was dead. He was gone. Little did she know. Dani tore herself from bed and got up after she looked at the holo. Three am. Those three hours were the most rest she had gotten in weeks. She moved to the small refresher in the room and splashed some cold water on her face.
She knew that she couldn't stay there anymore. It was the same place they had met so many years ago and it reminded her every single day. With a few quick steps, she grabbed her comm link off of the desk and sent a message to the man she had met with earlier.
"Thought it over. I'll take the job. And I will start tomorrow."
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18 BBY- 4 Months post Jedi-purge
"Nora-I'm home- are you here?" Dominic called out as he walked in the front door of the old farmhouse. He lugged a large lidded bucked laden with fish in one hand, and his tackle box in the other.
"I'm here." She said, having appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Easily, she took the bucket and reached for the tackle box, but Dom held fast to it and walked into the kitchen. Dani eyed him as he sat the box on the kitchen table and opened it.
"Pulled something interesting out of the river in my nets today, Nora." He said, calling her by the name he had since the day he found her, injured near the river. Slowly, he pulled an object wrapped in a dirty rag from the bottom of the plastic tackle box and laid it on the table. "Never saw anything like it, course, except once back during the war." By that time, Daneira had deposited the bucket into the large sink and she had turned her attention back to the old man. He motioned for "Nora" to take a look at what he had found. She gave him a hesitant glance before she pulled back the fabric and saw the aged hilt of her lightsaber lying within. Some amount of shock registered across her face as she picked the silver hilt up with a shaky hand and examined it. It was hers. The one she had lost when she "died".
Dani met Dominic's knowing gaze for a brief moment as her thumb found the toggle and she ignited the azure blade with a familiar snap, then hiss. The sound filled the deafening silent room, and it was almost a comfort to her. She felt his gaze on her as she examined the weapon, and tears formed in her eyes. "Dominic...I...." But he held up a hand to stop her right there, and he settled into a chair across the table.
"How did you know?" She murmured as she switched the toggle again and the blade vanished.
"I just had a feeling, Nora. The direction you were coming from and the fact that you were soaked and injured....we could hear the battle from here, ya know. Those explosions weren't quiet." He paused and pulled a pack of cigs from his shirt pocket and lit one up. Dominic took a long drag from one and then looked at her. "After it was over, the tanks rolled past here on their way to the nearest port." He said. "But you were unconscious for that."
"There was too much pain in your eyes." He continued, still smoking the putrid death stick. "I knew you had to be involved somehow. And your nightmares....you talk in your sleep..." Dom paused again and inhaled deeply. "So why don't you start by telling me your real name, sugar. And then you can tell me who Karth is."
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Present
It was another restless night for the former Jedi. She tossed and turned, and when she did finally fall asleep, she was wracked with nightmares and woke again almost instantly. Finally though, Daneira gave up, and dragged herself out of bed. She remembered that she was no longer alone on the Caecelia, and she was unable to just bang around her own ship anymore. The other two on board, she thought, had to have been sleeping better than her anyway.
Dani paced in her quarters for several moments before she opened the bottom drawer of her small desk and retrieved a small, battered, leather bound book. Dominic, the old man on New Plympto, had given her after she had recovered from the battle. She had mentioned to him one day, while doing every day farm chores, that she was starting to forget things. Despite the pain they caused, she did not want to forget. That particular morning, she hadn't been able to remember Karth's face. he was there, but he was blank in her mind. That was where the journal came in. Every single day, sometimes more than once, Dani made sure to take the time to write or draw or just scribble in that journal so she wouldn't forget him...or anything.
She walked quietly down the hallway of her ship and stopped outside of Karth's door with that journal tight in her grasp. She lingered for a moment and started to walk away several times. Should she knock? Or maybe just go? He probably wouldn't want to talk to her anyway. So much had changed that, despite the fact that she knew that she still loved him, everything still felt so awkward. In that moment, Daneira did something that she hadn't done in years. She opened herself to the Force to see if she could sense Karth. To see if he was awake or asleep. It was a rush, certainly, but also harder than she remembered. Feeling everything again was almost too painful. and after all that, he was asleep, she thought, somewhat disappointed.
Dani fought the unyielding desire to sneak into the room and climb into bed and just lay her head on his chest, if only for the merciful sleep. She banished the thought quickly and hastily shoved the journal under his door before she disappeared down the hallway in the opposite direction she had come from. She hoped that maybe, just maybe, the journal would help him as much as it helped her.
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