It was around evening when Cordelia had finally returned to her apartment, the sunsetting over the city giving a nice orange hue to the sky as the night slowly crept in. The blonde sat on the small window side couch and stared out into the sky, the clouds rolling around crackled with thunder. A rainy night and with the thoughts running through her head she needed to see someone, even if it was just a hologram of them. She stood walking over to her communications terminal, that small pay check of free lance medic work ensured this fixture in her apartment.
She had to mentally prepare herself though, Cordelia couldn’t find the words as she reherssed them over and over.
“Dad I…I…” she’d take a breath “Dad I…might…pa…I…”. She struggled endlessly for a few minutes, though they seemed like hours. Her heart was beating like a jackhammer the consideration she put into being a Jedi with the great potential to help others had overwritten how she felt about the thought of potentially having to sever ties with her father, the one person who’s always supported her, always tried to prepare her for the galaxy. The memories of their good times and some of their bad times crossed her mind, when she was having trouble with her schooling and he walked her through the methods to help her. The days where Fredrich himself had grown depressed from being unable to do much with just one arm.
Even though they only had eachother they held together a strong family and losing that was a harrowing thought, but the idea of being able to help so many with these teachings had her debating that the losses were likely worth it but would either of them understand that sacrifice fully? Does losing your family for a higher purpose really fulfill someone? For someone with nothing it likely gives them that warm fuzzy feeling of belonging somewhere.
She finally made that call…the hologram of the middle aged man coming into view and smiling to her. “Hey Buttercup…I was wondering when you were going to call, everything alright?” Fredrich had that fatherly look of worry on his face but maintained his smile anyway.
Cordelia couldn’t help but smile back “Yeah…just on Viscara still…and…I’ve been learning a lot about…life and myself…but…I don’t know what to do…” her smile faded into a look of sadness. Her forlorn expression showing everything “The…Jedi here want to give me a chance to become an initiate, they could feel I’m force sensitive when i had no idea…but if I say yes the trainings going to be hard and…I might not ever be allowed to see you again and…it hurts, if the force is how they say it is…in a way you’re always with me but to never see you in person…to never hug you again…I hate it…but I can do so much good…so much for others”. She seemed to ready herself to say more but Fredrich raised his hand to stop her.
“Cordelia, when I found you that day I knew that you were special, I knew you weren’t going to be an average girl, you grew up forever optimistic and determined, you never gave up on me, so I never gave up on you because you are a brilliant woman and anything you put your mind to is a worthy cause in my books” he took a breath rubbing the bridge of his nose with his cybernetic hand “When you told me you wanted to be a medic I was the happiest man in the universe, my little girl walking in my foot steps to aid those who suffer…and now I hear you have the potential to surpass me in everyway…I couldn’t be prouder…I will always be with you, in your heart and as you put it…in the force with you”. Fredrich smiled widely, a hint of sadness to his expression but it was overshadowed by his over whelming pride for his daughter.
“You’ll always be my Buttercup, and I’ll always have your back, the farm is always going to be your home, nothing can stop that…and nothing will ever stop me from being…so proud of you…but ultimately this is your decision…if the jedi forbid you from seeing me even for a little while…” he paused for another breath to clear his head “I support them so that they can mold you into the woman the fates and the force meant for you to be, be you a healer or a warrior, you are my daughter and nothing can change this…think on it some more Buttercup…I love you, always will…okay?”.
Cordelia couldn’t help but smile as a tear ran down her cheek “Thanks Papa bear…” she didn’t need to say anymore as she saw tears rolling down her Fathers face knowing they were those of pride and joy. She nodded and spoke her goodbyes “I love you too dad…I’ll see you again…one day” she promised him this and she’d keep that promise. The call ended and night had rolled around and she noticed it was raining, tears kept running from her eyes, while the first few were sad she couldn’t help but smil and turn those tears happy. The woman would sit and stare out at the rain filled night for now, deep in thought.