A SMALL GRIN plays upon the edges of her lips as she watches him work, the holodisplay of systems and parts an intricatestory of mechanics. the art of piloting a starship is a talent she prides herself on, but the inner workings that enable flight are beyond her. GRATITUDE lightens the tension from her expression and she dares to prod one of the parts nearby.
IT IS A TOKEN OF PRIDE, that she able to find the best in people, and in situations— to find HOPE in the blackest of nights. but she struggles to maintain such tedious innocence in the face of a perpetrator who seeks to destroy the freedom of democracy. not only is such her life’s work, its so much larger than her, than one small senator. its working class civilians. its orphaned children on remote planets, relying upon the republic to shelter them. to offer HOME.
“ why? “ her tone is only slightly above a raged whisper, but rings sharp as a cry, dark gaze unwavering.
‘ its good to see you obi-wan. though i do wish it was under better circumstances. ‘
a recurring HOPE, that she may once encounter her jedi friends in a situation less serious, a pre-determined meeting with the purpose of catching up. rather than stumbling upon one another when, while a comrade is a most welcome sight, she would rather know he is somewhere SAFE—- away from the war and the separatists.
“ in comparison to other pirates i’ve had run-ins with, you have a rather unique CODE OF HONOR. not that i’m complaining, but—- isn’t that rather bad for business? “
❛ listen.if you go out there —- you jeopardize not only hundreds of lives, but several planets. they don’t stop at just ONE. let me handle this. i’ve got a face they don’t know, have barely any worth to them. it’ll get done QUICKER.❜
“ but you have worth to me. i cannot let anything happen to you when you’re trying to fix an issue that is MY RESPONSIBILITY. running away and hiding are not in my nature—- you know that. “