Private I, Jedi

[Mi'la Undari]

I, Jedi

Location: Weilk, Farming Community
Time: Two weeks after Just Business
Tags: McKenna Rory

Spoiler: Currently Equipped

Worn Clothing
Omi-Tool Arm (Right Arm)
Prosthetic Lekku

To say she was living her life, was untrue to say the least. Mi'la Undari, former jedi, looked upon a field that was in need of harvesting, and had to ponder what she was to do. Sweat built up on her brow, and she had several more hours of work ahead of her before she could conclude her day. The jedi life was something that felt lost to her. She had attempted to go about it, work hard, try and connect with the force, and come up short. She had nothing to show for it now. Not even her lightsaber.

She had to wonder if in a way, she was a failure in the eyes of the jedi. Unable to use the Force, unable to keep her lightsaber....it didn't make her feel great. Which was what brought her to this world. To hide, and try to find meaning. Maybe the Force could manage that. Maybe.

 

[McKenna Rory]

McKenna had felt some kind of force drawing her toward Weilk and she had no idea why. She had felt lost for a while just floating nebulously since the Confederacy had taken a major loss and transformed into the Ascendancy. It was on that day that she had lost the only people she had called her family her unit. She was the sole survivor of that mission and had no idea what she was to do now.

She had hitched a ride to the planet. Her strawberry blonde hair was matted from the weeks she had been doing nothing but jumping from system to system attempting to find her purpose and place one empty bottle at a time. It was during one of these drunken stupors that she had decided to hitch a ride to this planet on a whim and here she was.

McKenna stood just outside the village if one could call it that with as small as it was. The young woman had definitely seen better days, her armor which once had been maintained with care was scuffed and put on crooked her helmet under her arm was beaten and battered along with her slugthrower. She walked blindly following her instincts until the sun started to set in the sky. It was at that point she stood at the far end of the field just across from where Mi’la stood earlier that day.

She was about to set up camp when not watching where she was going she ran straight into Mi’la “I-I’m so sorry” She said her voice horse and weak from not speaking much these last few weeks.

Mi'la Undari

 

[Mi'la Undari]

I, Jedi

Location: Weilk, Farming Community
Time: Two weeks after Just Business
Tags: McKenna Rory

Spoiler: Currently Equipped

Worn Clothing
Omi-Tool Arm (Right Arm)
Prosthetic Lekku

Taking a moment for her rest, Mi'la had turned back to check the work of the automatic harvesters for the field, and collided directly into a young woman. What caught her at the collision, was the whiplash of emotions that she caught from the woman. Even suppressed in the Force as she was, this woman's anguish seemed immense. Blinking in surprise, she quickly collected herself, and blurting out a quick apology. "Sorry! Are you okay? Goodness I'm so oblivious these days..." She muttered, trying to make sure she didn't mess the woman's clothing up, and realized that she was very much out of place here. Glancing around the to other farming settlements all about, she shrugged. "I'm guessing you're a new arrival? I'm Mi'la, nice to meet you, but...not sure what plot you're planning on working. Little stacked at the moment." She stated, motioning to the various harvesters and workers in the field all about them, though maybe the woman had her own reasons for being here.

Who was she to say? Here she was a run away jedi working as a farmer..

 

[McKenna Rory]

McKenna blinked as she ran into the woman, she wasn’t even upset that she had run into the woman. The soldier barely heard the woman apologize as she was in her own head “Its ok my fault” She murmured as her head began to throb, her last bottle of corellian whiskey wearing off. She looked at the woman as she shielded her eyes from the sun.

McKenna used to be the top brass in a special forces unity but recently she had felt lost and when she looked at the woman she felt like she had found what she was looking for “I uh sorry my name is McKenna” She said holding her hand out to shake Mi’las hand “I wasn’t… planning on staying” her words slurred ever so slightly the booze hanging on ever so slightly

“You seem familiar” McKenna rambled as she adjusted her slugthrower

Mi'la Undari

 

[Mi'la Undari]

I, Jedi

Location: Weilk, Farming Community
Time: Two weeks after Just Business
Tags: McKenna Rory

Spoiler: Currently Equipped

Worn Clothing
Omi-Tool Arm (Right Arm)
Prosthetic Lekku

There was a murmur to the woman, a loss of confidence, an echo of something great that had now been taken. This wasn't just a force thing on Mi'la's part, she could see it in the woman's eyes. And in her cheeks. And quite possibly smell it on the woman's breath. Perhaps she could put aside work for today long enough to help. Maybe.

Taking the woman's hand, Mi'la gave a modest hand shake, smiling all the while. "Well that's okay, sure there's room for you somewhere here." She said, trying not to be so dour. Glancing at the unusual weapon she had on her hip, Mi'la paid it no mind. Who wasn't packing out here, well, aside from her. "Nice to meet you McKenna." She was prepared to just give normal pleasantries , but then the woman hit Mi'la with a sentence that left her a bit baffled. "Oh, do I? I can promise you, if you thought you saw me dancing at a club, it most certainly wasn't me." She stated, her cheeks coloring just a tad at the last time this happened.

 

[McKenna Rory]

McKenna bit her lip as the woman shook her hand, she wasn’t used to this feeling. Human contact had become very seldom in the last few years as she was a soldier first and a person second. As Mi’la noticed the weapon at McKenna’s hip she looked into Mi’la’s eyes and thought she felt something, slight but she could feel the force gently pulsing through the both of them though McKenna’s connection to the force was very slim and not trained at all but she could sense an echo of something coming off of Mi’la but she couldn’t put it together as her head pounded.

As the sun pelted her eyes she sat her helmet on the ground its strange shape very reminiscent of those worn by old imperial pilots. Looking Mi’la up and down she smirked at Mi’la’s comment about the club “I don’t think I would remember if I had” She said her voice tapering off at the end of the sentence. She tried to push the memories of the last few weeks from her mind as she had done things she wasn’t proud of.

Mi'la Undari

 

[Mi'la Undari]

I, Jedi

Location: Weilk, Farming Community
Time: Two weeks after Just Business
Tags: McKenna Rory

Spoiler: Currently Equipped

Worn Clothing
Omi-Tool Arm (Right Arm)
Prosthetic Lekku

Against her own attempts, Mi'la couldn't keep the Force from slipping forth, as the small 'rift' would open, a seemingly blank sense of being emanating from the jedi, as her status as a 'wound' came into being. It would be as if Mi'la had taken hold of McKenna's connection, and teetered it to itself, trying to strengthen it as they spoke. Trying to ignore the odd feeling she now had coming over her. Smiling at the comment, Mi'la's played along. "Well, that's usually how clubs go. Hence why I don't go, not much to do really."

Mi'la could see this woman needed something, maybe just a friend to talk to, and spotting an empty spot under a sturdy tree, Mi'la motioned her to follow. "You look a bit tired, come and sit a bit, tell me what brought you out this way." She really didn't like how the woman kept messing with her weapon, it was like she expecting to use it, which given what happened to her just two weeks ago, she wasn't fond of the idea of her being a hunter.

 

[McKenna Rory]

McKenna nodded at the comment about not going to the club. “I should try that myself” she said her voice still horse as she tried to coax her vocal chords to work for her. She attempted to push the feeling of the force out of her mind, she was never one to use the force. McKenna couldn’t quite get a read on this woman which was strange, she was quite intuitive when it came to people. The sun continued its way toward the horizon as the two women spoke.

As she was motioned to follow McKenna did so without hesitation lifting her helmet from the ground. “Thank you friend I am rather tired.” She said as she strode following the woman she let her slugthrower hang by its strap at her side, she didn’t want to use it but she had found you could never be too careful.

Mi'la Undari

 

[Mi'la Undari]

I, Jedi

Location: Weilk, Farming Community
Time: Two weeks after Just Business
Tags: McKenna Rory

Spoiler: Currently Equipped

Worn Clothing
Omi-Tool Arm (Right Arm)
Prosthetic Lekku

Struggling with her own connection issues, Mi'la sat down, patting the open spot beside her. "I can tell, you look it, and smell it. No offense of course." She tried to sound as non insulting as she could as she said that. She set her back against the tree, and leaned onto it, sighing. "I mean if you want to take a nap, go for it. I'm on break, make sure no one messes with you." She nodded, glancing at the woman, wondering if she was going to get anything else from her. "You've traveled a long way, I can see it in your body. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, just, I've been around the block myself. Opening up helps." She suggested, not expecting anything from it.

Then, she just closed her eyes, and waited. If McKenna wouldn't say anything, then eventually she would. But this was her time to air it all out.

 

[McKenna Rory]

McKenna eased herself down on the ground beside the woman and sat her helmet beside her. She took her slugthrower and sat it as far from her as she could with it still being in arm's reach. She didn’t know why but she felt at ease unstrapping her chest plate and taking it off revealing the beat-up and holy flight suit underneath, it was almost more hole than fabric at this point, several scars and even more fresh wounds showed through as she threw her chest plate to the side.

McKenna looked out over the farming community around them before speaking “I don’t know why but I feel comfortable telling you this” As she spoke her eyes locked on Mi’la “I was part of a special operations unit with the Confederacy of independent systems before they were mostly disbanded. I was the leader of my squadron, on the day that the confederacy fell I was leading my team on a black ops mission… things didn’t go well” She said her eyes fixed on the horizon “I-I’m all that's left” She said tears welling up in her eyes and beginning to roll down her cheeks “I fell into the whiskey to try to find a way out.” She said as the tears continued to fall “I was drunk when I decided to hitch a ride to this planet, I don’t know why but I feel like there is something or someone here I need to see” She said as she sobbed. This was very unlike her she used to be hard as durasteel but not now.

Mi'la Undari

 

[Mi'la Undari]

I, Jedi

Location: Weilk, Farming Community
Time: Two weeks after Just Business
Tags: McKenna Rory

Spoiler: Currently Equipped

Worn Clothing
Omi-Tool Arm (Right Arm)
Prosthetic Lekku

Mi'la head the shuffling of attire, and glanced to see that McKenna had removed some of her armor, revealing a damaged form with. Alarm flashed through her features, as she slowly sat up, and opened up the storage compartment in her prosthetic Lekku, retrieving the medical kit she normally kept there for emergencies.

Before she could act however, Mi'la found the woman starting to speak, and the emotional pain recoiled at her through the bond that was forming, allowing Mi'la to feel the all too familiar sensations of sorrow and loss. With McKenna's eyes fixated upon her, she could only listen and bare witness to the things she said. She was entirely lost, just like Mi'la had been not all that long ago, and rather similar to how she was lost now. Lost souls with something in common it seemed. "Well, perhaps you've found it." She said quietly, taking the woman into an embrace, and hugging her tightly, but careful not to upset her wounds. Perhaps she would need to take the rest of the day off. "Just let it all out, I'm not going anywhere." She said quietly, allowing the woman to sob into her shoulder until the tears would stop.

 

[McKenna Rory]

McKenna didn’t know what was happening to her, she never cried. She thought she had all the emotions beaten out of her when she went through the academy however this was not the case as the hot streams fell down her cheeks. As her voice finally broke McKenna slumped her spirit broken. To anyone she would look like a broken woman which she was. McKenna barely heard the first words Mi’la spoke to her.

She was stuck in herself until she felt the Twi’leks strong arms wrap around her slight frame pulling her into an embrace. For a few moments McKenna didn’t move but soon she wrapped her arms around Mi’la. It had been so long since she had had physical contact that she didn’t know what to do “Th-Thank you” She said softly her face buried. “I-I’m sorry for bothering you” She said sobbing still.

Mi'la Undari

 

[Mi'la Undari]

I, Jedi

Location: Weilk, Farming Community
Time: Two weeks after Just Business
Tags: McKenna Rory

Spoiler: Currently Equipped

Worn Clothing
Omi-Tool Arm (Right Arm)
Prosthetic Lekku

She kept the woman in the embrace, feeling it would be a while before she stopped crying, but willing to simply comfort her until the tears stopped. It wouldn't be for a while, but that was something she could live with. She had her own times like this, being a broken emotional wreck, so she saw nothing wrong in attempting to help someone with similar suffering in their lives.

She couldn't entirely understand Eli's pain, but that was normally how things went. As tragic as something might be, there was no real way to successfully process how someone felt exactly. You could only emphasis, never fully grasp it. She caught what McKenna said, about bothering her, and Mi'la's hug tightened in response. "Nonsense, you're not bothering me in the slightest. Like I said, get it all out while you can." She whispered, her hand patting McKenna's back, trying to remain supportive.

 

[McKenna Rory]

McKenna stayed still for several moments as her sobs rocked her body. This went on for a few moments before she could regain her composure flipping her ginger hair out of her face she looked up to meet Mi’la’s eyes she barely held it together as she met her eyes she inhaled deeply “Thank you…” she said her voice trailing off toward the end of the sentence. She had been a soldier for almost as long as she could remember so McKenna had no idea how to be anything else. She didn’t pull back from the embrace but actually nestled deeper in looking up into Mi’la’s eyes trying to get a read on the woman.

Her mind settled down and she began to think straight for the first time in a few weeks. Why would this woman take her into an embrace and trust her to be so close to her without a second thought was puzzling to McKenna. The woman looked over Mi’la to where her helmet was laying, in that moment she made a vow to herself she would never be a weapon to anyone but herself again.

“So what do we do now.” She said gently.

Mi'la Undari

 

[Mi'la Undari]

I, Jedi

Location: Weilk, Farming Community
Time: Two weeks after Just Business
Tags: McKenna Rory

Spoiler: Currently Equipped

Worn Clothing
Omi-Tool Arm (Right Arm)
Prosthetic Lekku

She sat there and weathered what the woman had to shed, remaining there to comfort her all the while. She looked out beyond to the fields, her hands still keeping the crying soldier against her, attempting to soothe out all of the grief this woman had held on to. When McKenna pulled out of the embrace, looking to Mi'la, she merely smiled and nodded to her, only to find the woman nuzzling up against her now.

Mi'la bit the inside of her lip, feeling a strange tingling in her chest start to build, though she had to wonder if this was anxiety. She wasn't sure what the woman was trying to work out by looking into her eyes, but probably confused as to what Mi'la's angle was; if only she had one. McKenna looked over her shoulder, asking what she was to do now. Mi'la snickered, shrugging her shoulders. "I haven't a clue. I just don't like seeing people be sad, so, if you'd like we can sit here and talk, though given you're quite an experienced soldier, I think you'd have better things to do." She hummed to herself, leaning back and studying McKenna, she felt something within the woman. Something familiar to her. "If you want, I can tend your injuries. I know a bit about that." She offered, giving a smiling and nodding towards McKenna's wounds.

 

[McKenna Rory]

McKenna wiped the tears from her eyes as she held Mi’la tightly she had a feeling that Mi’la had some familiarity with the feelings that McKenna was going through so McKenna let her shoulders slump ever so slightly trying to fight her training to not show fear or emotions she ever so slightly pulled back from Mi’la and looked her up and down while listening to what she had to say. As the woman finished speaking McKenna met her eyes once again. “I would like that,” She said gently. She had never had someone be so kind to her.

McKenna sensed something off with the woman, she couldn’t place what it was but it seemed like she didn’t quite belong here. “So tell me,” She said before taking a deep breath, “What are you doing here?” she asked softly “I mean no offense you just seem like you don’t quite belong here,” The young woman said maintaining eye contact.

Mi'la Undari