That's all Jonyna had left to sleep to. The beeping of her shift, and a pillow to substitute what had once been.
It didn't help the tears that had fallen, nor the pain that came from the realization that it wouldn't work out. Once this ship had been so lively. Once this ship had been a home.
Nowadays, it often felt like a shell. An echo of a home that wasn't there anymore. A reminder that things hadn't worked out.
Sitting on her bedside table, her weapons lay. The only friends she always had. The remnants of her ancestors, the souls of her familial ties, and the work of her own. But not just her...
She tossed again, looking at a bit of metal that sat on a shelf across the room. It had once been the casing for her first lightsaber, a momento that she had kept to remind of her of where she had began. But it was also a memento of her past. Of Giran.
Splayed over her desk chair, her coat. A coat she had made to prepare for a war that only peetered out. A coat she had made a duplicate of...that was now being worn by a man she struggled to find love for again.
And finally...
A blaster pistol, sitting on the desk. Designed off a design she had borrowed, to fight the enemy of her people. All it did was remind the Cathar of her. Of Jenn.
It was never going to work. She had designed weapons to fight her own lover. To protect herself against her kind.
Was love not for her? Was that it? Was the will of Lygala that she was to be alone?
Maybe she just needed to spent less time on this ship. The Tenacity had sat alone. Maybe she needed to go back to that...
