The jungles surrounding her kept her well hidden. Hooded and cloaked, Elise gazed up at the sky with red eyes. The last time she had met who she was going to meet, they had been battling to the death in the field of battle. It felt like it had been ages ago now. Red eyes gazed up at the stars, etched into elegant design by the Force and guarded by the Ancient Ones. As she gazed upwards, she clenched the sword hilt on her hip. The ferns were rustling, signifying that someone was coming, but she had sensed who it was far before here. The bushes parted, and out from the darkness emerged a Mandalorian in heavy gold armor. The armor covered her from head to toe, glistening under the moonlight.
The Mandalorian stood there... and scoffed. <"So you really left, huh?">
Elise stood in silence, not denying it. Her cloak and robe only covered more clothes and some weapons. Not a trace of beskar could be seen on her person. She stood there, knowing that this must be hard for Mevia to understand.
A hint of twisted amusement was heard as the Mandalorian scoffed, <"The golden child. Look at you now, Dar'Ma-">
"Don't we have a Scar Hound to hunt, or are you going to stand here mocking me?" Elise interrupted. Upon sensing her surprise, she only continued, "Yes, I get it, you were always jealous of me. But you asked to see me because some things still can unite us, right?"
<"You should have been there!"> The Mandalorian barked, throwing her hand as she lashed out, <"You should have been with us! If you had been there, Buir never would have-">
Elise gritted her teeth, stomping her foot. The movement kicked up dirt, "I should have done everything, should I have?! I should have saved the galaxy by now! But the Galaxy is a cruel and sick place, Mev! No one could have prevented this!"
<"Whatever!"> The Mandalorian turned around with a harsh, angry shrug, <"I know who killed her! So let's go!">
Elise hesitated for a moment, sensing all of her sister's rage and agony. But even now, she knew that the wayward sister needed the upright. The only question was... which one was the wayward now? They both were so lost. But with a nervous, shaky breath, Elise followed Mevia Vizsla into the ferns, towards the ship beyond. They both were in torment over their mother's death, and the only way they could start to heal was one of the key Mandalorian tenets... vengeance.
As the stars flew past them, awkward and uncomfortable silence filled the air, thick and stuffy. Elise flew the ship, idly, as they were in hyperspace. She glanced over at Mevia briefly. She still had her buy'ce on. Was she wearing it to drive in how Mandalorian she was? Was she wearing it to hide her face from her? Perhaps it didn't take a mask to hide how unfamiliar she was to her now. Elise looked back to the cockpit, only to hear her sharp and bitter,
<"So... why did you leave The Way?">
Elise would have answered honestly, truthfully, if she didn't think Mevia didn't care. After all, how dare she point her finger when she had done worse? Without even briefly batting an eye, Elise retorted with disgust, <"Why did you join the Dark Empire?"
Mevia immediately started going, <"The Enclave was weak. Divided and weak. The Dark Empire is foul and treacherous, but Death's Hand promised a new dawn of glory and prosperity for us.">
"At what cost?" Elise spoke, gazing out into the stars.
Mevia huffed, looking away.
Elise gazed out into the vastness of space, unable to look at her.
And then, an alarm sounded on her monitor. Both girls looked to the screen with concerned curiosity.
