The skies on Mon Calamari are clear and crystal as the weather is perfect today. The ships are fewer and let the clouds of the environment really stand out. Many people wander the dock hotel that many seem to use. The busy adventurers, heroes, soldiers, and more are the moving variants that make the place livelier. But the day has it’s odd moments to come.
Sandra gets out of the shower of the hotel room and dries her hair by ruffling the towel through the various strands. The light blue towel clings to her slender form that it may well not exist at all. The datapad plays the latest news about various events such as Mon Cal blasting sith ships from the space, various heroic actions, and other notes such as the weather and sports.
She sits on a chair and crosses her pale legs gently and runs a hand along them. Massaging and rubbing some of the strain from the last day’s training from her muscles. It’s a few moments later that she gets dressed. This is her signature little black skirt, thigh highs, and black blazer with a midcut shirt of white. A little choker is wrapped around her neck. She looks in the mirror and smiles faintly at the woman before her. It was only a short while ago that she barely recognized who looked back at her. It was just a while ago that the reflection bore the black outfit of her old Master and it was herself that bore the blade of blood that drank from the deemed evils of the galaxy. Alas, now the one that stared back was this beauty of curious means. Just… a Redhead.
The datapad rings…
Ring
Ring
Ring…
There’s a mysterious message…
Dear Sandra,
Please meet me by the Fountain at Coruscant’s Sector gate. The one 6 miles away from the Jedi Temple due South. There’s something I need to show you.
Sincerely,
D
“What does this mean? I don’t recall any tasks on Coruscant. May well meet then. If it’s important then maybe i’ll learn something, otherwise… I’ll likely get shot at again. So much for taking a walk through the malls today and resting.”
She starts up the ship and within a few moments, is off to the mega city…
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The sprawling city scape that is Coruscant is always… a view. The place that she’s asked to meet at is a rather lovely one that not many people frequent. It was a fairly wise choice for a shady meet. There were better ones though, so this may not likely be a hostile one. Regardless, she makes her way from the dock and walks the 6 miles fairly peacefully. Keeping an eye out on people near by for the usual suspicious activities if any.
*The fountain is a lively scape in the middle of this quieter section of the city. At least…quieter as one can expect from Coruscant. Sandra wanders the area, looking for a suspicious person. This goes on for about an hour before leaning on a silver pillar in the shade. A hand runs through her fiery hair as she looks on some speeders go by in the sky.
Sandra feels a presence approach her and the person reaches to pull something. She rapidly turns and nearly draws her blaster to be met with… Roses? A deadly weapon, indeed.
“Sandra. Sorry I didn’t call. I just got out a few days ago.”
Darian smiles gently to the surprised woman.
“D-Darian? What?” She throws a punch into his chest
“I was bloody worried and you were out for DAYS? I swear i’m going to drown you in this fountain and make sure it processes you as waste so that yo—”
Darian drops the flowers and puts Sandra against the silver pillar and looks her deeply in her emerald eyes. She gasps a slight, but he whispers
“…Hurt me then. Maim me. Scold me. Punish me. I deserve it all, but i’ll fight death to come back to you Sandra Mana.”
“…You don’t know what you’re talking about. I wasn’t that concerned. People die on missions. It’s up to us to let go and get on.”
“That’s what we’re suppose to say. You don’t mean that.”
“You should know! It’s what we’re suppose to do! I’m glad you’re okay, but I don’t have…anything to give you.”
Sandra looks away from him.
“I don’t need anything from you. I just need to know that those tears I saw when I was fading away were real.”
“Shut up…”
“Tell me. What were those? Why did you cry? Why did you ask me to live!”
“Shut up.”
“Why can’t we be together despite our chemistry? Look at me, Sandra! LOOK AT ME!”
“I CAN’T TELL YOU!” She shouts suddenly as her shoulders shake a little
“I can’t …tell you, Darian…”
“Why? Why can’t we be honest with each other?”
“Because we’re spies! We’re meant to not have anything for ourselves…”
“But you found something, so you’re trying to keep it safe.”
“It’s none of your business…”
“We can have a chance at a normal life. A life away from politics, the intensities of the Jedi, the ravages of the Sith. We don’t have to keep it so close anymore. You’re not a Jedi anymore and I don’t have to be an agent. We have safe choices now!”
“…I can’t just walk away so simply.”
“You don’t have to, but we can look at it, right? What are you keeping so dear that you can’t even tell ‘me’, huh? What is so sacred that you’d lie even to me?”
“…Look at me… please.”
“…”
“Sandra…”
“…”
“Sandra La’Crana Mana!”
She looks to him sharply and sucks in some air as if to blow him away. They stare at each other face to face as the weight of the moment weighs down on them. The building up of the past, the promises of the present, and the possibilities of the future swirl around them with the intensity of a hurricane. The piercing emerald gaze collides with his soft, but determined eyes, looking to find the truth.
“Can you even say my name with honest intent, Sandra? After all these years, after all we’ve survived? Can you not find a moment of this to just…let me in?”
“…You’ll die.”
“I’m invincible when i’m with you.”
“You don’t know ANYTHING! None of you understand what I have promised to do and what I need to sacrifice to make it so! Playing at being my friend, at being my partner, but that’s okay if it means you can have me, right?”
“I am your friend! Ever since we met on that ship!”
“That’s not ME anymore! I’m nothing like what that person is now!”
“You’re lying again! You still have those eyes that look on people with tolerance and mercy despite what you’re capable of doing! I know you. You’re a wonderful woman!”
Sandra shoves him away and she huffs and puffs. They both share this moment of frustration, but he continues to pressure her through spy tactics.
“I bet it hurts to hear how wonderful you are. To know what you’ve done and still have people think you’re a darling, right?”
“SHUT UP! Say another word and I wi—”
“What will you do, HUH? WHAT WILL YOU DO?”
Sandra takes a step into his face when suddenly there’s a elderly woman approaching. A redhead older woman jogs up, dressed in a noble’s robes and waves cheerfully.
“Marie, there you are! It’s been almost two years since we last met here!”
Darian and Sandra pause their frustration filed duel to look at each other then to the lady. The woman tilts her head a slight at their confusion.
“Marie? You’re not coming over for dinner like you promised? We’ll only be in city for the month. Come on, Marie. No need to be so bashful. You can bring your boyfriend too!”
“Madame… I am not Marie. My name is Sandra. Forgive the confusion, miss.”
The woman pauses and considers the woman before her. She takes out a datapad and looks up various members of her family, looking on Marie and then her daughters. They are spitting images of Sandra in so many ways that she’s driven to absolute confusion. Sandra looks to Darian who looks to her with a raised brow, now even him taken in by the confusion. The woman considers something that she never could have imagined in her lifetime.
“…You’re …Sandra? They took you to be a Jedi.”
Sandra’s world collapses around her like glass shattering and just the woman and Sandra are left standing in a grey room as her stomach begins to turn. Her palms become sweaty and she doesn’t hear Darian calling her name a few times until he shakes her. She shakes her head and looks to him before looking back to the woman.
“Sandra…?”
“…M-Mo- …Mother?”
End Part 1
