I Like Pretty Rocks

[Long Gone]

Peace and quiet.

That was a lovely thought.

If she could only escape from the out pouring of thoughts that rammed through her mind like a blockade runner through a well-placed picket line. She offered a weak smile to the pair as she continued to chow down on an orange, slowing her pace down a bit as she looked down at Pixel and then up to Kalie. “Yeah, tomorrow…another day where I have to go at it alone.” A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she finished off the delicious fruit and tossed the peel aside, hitting the dome of Pixel, causing the droid to let off a wail that resembled an objection to her assault with fruit peels. She shrugged and brought both hands around the bottom of the whiskey bottle, spinning it slowly in circles. Her chin would come to rest upon the table as she stared at the bottle – intently.

Maybe she was hoping that something would come out of it. Maybe she was hoping that things would change if she spun it enough times. Somehow go back into time and make up for a mistake? Who knew, she knew but they didn’t. These people were kind in their gesture to bring them into their little group and try to talk her down from an angry, drunken state – but why? Wasn’t kindness a thing of the past? Especially in a Galaxy at war?

Perhaps not.

There was hope for this universe after all.

“With the passing of my mother, my grief is the one thing I have left to drive me.” She tilted her head a bit. “Atleast that is what I feel, though I know it isn’t true. I have my twin brother and my father.” She nodded softly, chin rubbing against the table. “I have my little brother and perhaps I have a glimmer of hope somewhere that all is not lost.” She held her breath for a moment. “It’s just tough.”

[member="Kaileann Vera"] | [member="Eralam"]

 

[Eralam]

Eralam nodded. Loss was something he was intimately familiar with. Most of his species had been wiped out at one point, and that had taken its toll and a then-young Shard.

"It's tough," he said, as though that was all that needed to be said on the matter.

Truthfully, he wasn't sure exactly what to add. He had gone on a decades long rampage when Palpatine had tried to purge his species, leaving a trail of blood that stained the stars and his soul. It wasn't long after that that he'd given up on notions of light and dark and trying to be a moral being. If the dogma of the Jedi could lead them to such a ruinous end, he wanted nothing to do with it.

This woman's loss was more personal, but he had a feeling it would be no less traumatizing, for both her and the galaxy. There was a potential in her, something that spoke to the Shard. Whispered tails of potential futures hissed just out of reach. The old Iron Knight had never had much use for such nonsense, as the future was always in motion, but he could recognize a potential shatterpoint when it was busy getting drunk in front of him.

There was that word again. Potential. Organics rarely realized the potential they had to shape the future. Even someone as seemingly insignificant as a moisture farmer on the ass end of the galaxy could shape events for centuries to come. It was infuriating, in a way. Their limited lifespans made it difficult for them to focus on the long game, instead only worrying about the next few days, weeks, months. They were so damned nearsighted it wasn't even funny.

Not that he would say that to a grieving woman.

[member="Kaileann Vera"] |[member="Mira Rekali"]

 

[Kaile Vera]

Kaile gave a glance over to [member="Eralam"] , brown eyes meeting his ocular sensors. There was a weak smile there, a biting of her lower lip. Truth be told, Kaile never had to deal with the loss of family; she'd been on her own for so long. However, just because she had no family nor any similar circumstance of loss didn't mean that the young woman didn't feel compassion.

Her hand went reaching out, attempting to slip and hold the brunette's own. If allowed, she'd give an encouraging squeeze. "But reckon your brother and father are there with you to grieve together." One had to look at what they had in the now. One should honor the dead. But they should also remember the living.


[member="Mira Rekali"]