The Spacepiress of Chaos
Of all the commodities in the Galaxy that an individual could easily acquire, it seemed that time, was always the most precious among them. Sitting at the edge of the Unknown Regions was a planet, verdant and filled with flora and fauna, a place that one could easily become lost exploring. Few knew of its location, fewer still would know of the plans that the woman had for the planet. Had she no other commitment, no other reason drawing her back into the Galaxy, she could have easily allowed herself to fall to the trappings of the unknown and the draw of the adventure that lay around the next corner. However, it was not to be, and despite the desire to remain, the responsibilities that had been left behind soon drew the two companions back into the heart of the Galaxy.
In their time away the turmoils of the Galaxy had not ceased, and the Alliance remained besieged upon all sides by enemies that sought to claim the stars for themselves. Imperials, Sith, and Mandalorians, all rose and saw the Galactic Alliance as the natural threat, the largest power to prove themselves against. She could have easily slipped away, found peace in the unknown, and remained hidden from the Galaxy; yet, she couldn't pull herself to abandon the people of the Alliance and she knew that her companion couldn't allow herself to do the same. It was with a heavy heart that they stepped away from what they had discovered, leaving it for the future as they returned to the present.
The moments that had passed since they returned saw them drawn to their duties, and it was only brief passings that saw them reunite from time to time. However, the Galaxy would settle for a time as thousands upon thousands of Star Systems fell into the festivities and celebrations of various winter seasonal holidays and the Galactic Alliance was no different. It presented an opportunity to allow the two to reunite once more and enjoy the presence of the other. The woman stood silently at the front door of the apartment, her hand gently rapping against the door before she brought both up and took a firm hold of the helm on either side. A soft hiss slipped out as the helmet was released, the woman pulling it free and allowing the tresses of silver-white hair to cascade over her shoulders and down her back like a waterfall; golden-yellow hues remained locked upon the door as she waited patiently for the occupant to answer.