Private Fuzzy Friends

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Mica Raha

"To be a friend with nature, it means many things. Sometimes it means a vine reaching out and grabbing a foe. Other times it means summoning a thunderstorm over the temple." She was thankful her connection to the Force was so strong. Moments like that, they were her shining moments, but she knew they kept her humble. "Oh! Those are my markings from when I was part of the Rebellion. I'm...a lot older than I look. About 900 years older. Got frozen by an ice witch, nasty thing. But I lived, and made my name here in the future!"

 

[Mica Raha]

"Woah, you can summon a thunderstorm!?" Mica asked incredulously. She looked down at her own small hands, soft and uncalloused, feeling like they were a sudden stranger. "Can I do that, too?"

"You're over 900 years old!?" again, incredulous. Mica couldn't even count that high. Then again, she sucked at math—too abstract. "I guess the best revenge against a witch is living. And The Rebellion? I don't know what that is. I should pay more attention in history class." Her head was starting to swim, absorbing all this new information. This Cathar, Jonyna Si , was nothing like Fyrin, but Mica kinda liked that; she was powerful in her own way and there was a depth to her far below her fuzzy exterior.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Mica Raha

"900 and 31, thank you very much." Jonyna snorted, "And yes, with the Force, many such things are possible. It's just a matter of honing yourself, and your understanding of the Force. I've been doing so since I was six. Now I'm 31, and happy to be where I am." She smiled, leading them into the ship. "And yes, pay attention in your history classes. There's a lot of cool stuff you can learn, like all the stuff me and Valery Noble got up to before we were frozen."

Jonyna led them through a small armory just inside the ship, then up a ladder into a lounge area. Couches, a holovision, a dining table, and even a pool down the hall. Jonyna's ship had it all. "Get comfy, we'll be taking off here shortly. Just need to check with the pilot."

 

[Mica Raha]

"Sorry, 900 and 31... I stand corrected, grandma," Mica giggled with girlish mirth. She was feeling comfortable enough to joke around with Jonyna. "Master Noble, too!? Woah, she never mentioned that. I'd love to hear about your adventures some day." Which, to be fair, was probably waaaay better than history class.

Mica stepped inside, looking around in awe. This felt like one of those yacht ships she saw on the HoloNet. There were more amenities in here than her crappy, little apartment on Empress Teta. Not to mention a friggin' pool! "Wow, this is all yours?" Mica sank into one of the couches, feeling the soft cushion hug her, amazed by the comfort that was so foreign to her.

Jonyna Si

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Mica Raha

"Hey now, don't make me kick you off the ship." Jonyna teased back, as she waved to the padawan to wait. Jonyna disappeared down the hall for a few minutes, as the padawan could hear the engines of the ship revving up as they slowly took off. Jonyna returned shortly after they took off, with a smile on her face. "Sorry about that. Just needed to make sure we got off the ground smoothly. And yes, this is all mine. Well, mine and the others who live here. Don't take anything out of the fridge that's marked. Would you believe that most of this came this way? Stole this ship off the Imperials, already had a pool in it."