Let Your Darker Side Give In

[Connor Harrison]

Darth Ayra's Fort
Sojourn, Carrion Sector​

And so Joon's world had literally come crashing down. Nothing but rubble.

The former Sith Apprentice stood atop what was the mighty Fort belonging to the deceased Darth Ayra, her former Master. The grass was green around it all, the trees were thick and the sky was blue now the mighty Fort had been torn down with only the lower outer shell remaining.

She had made amends with Asemir, and branched out to understand more of the galaxy with Taeli Raaf. Apart from that? Well, she had expected to find resources here, but it seemed when Ayra died, so did Joon and the Rule Of Two.

What a joke that had been. Joon had been played, pure and simple. The placeholder for another, but fate had taken Ayra away before she had her chance to strike Joon down. She had won. The Apprentice had out-lived the Master.

The girl fingered the lightsaber in her hands, who had it belonged to again? Bane. Some mighty Sith. Dead, just like Ayra and her legacy. She threw the lightsaber up and over into the stone rubble, and it clanked down out of sight to either be lost forever in the ruins or until some other fool picked it up.

So that was it. The Rule of Two had died with Ayra, and so had Justiciara Noctare. She was just...Joon now.

Her brown hair flicked gently in the breeze at the high altitude and she stared at the ruins more, in no rush to see the end of a legacy and a woman she had openly hated, and was partly glad she was now dead.

[member="Asha Nyerie"]

 

[Lief]

As though caught in a wind tunnel her hair seemed to move of its own accord, whipped up and caught on a current that ran through the valley. On the edge of the horizon it stood, in all its magnificence. Even ruined as it was the fortress was a wonder to behold, a beast which stood watch over the valley, as though lain in wait to pounce on any who might disturb its slumber. What a sight it must have been before its fall.

All things fell, though. All things returned to the earth they had been constructed from. Man, woman, child, creature, even construct. Nothing was free from the sway of the land, from the cruel forces of nature. The living withered, structures collapsed, and from the rubble each created something new rose. That was simply the way of things.

It was not a physical thing which rose from Soujorn's Fortress. Even from her low vantage point, even from the distance she stood at, Ayvari could see the change which ran over the figure who stood atop the ramparts. A personal catharsis was made the moment the cylindrical hilt left her grasp, and while the clatter was lost to the rush of air which coursed around her and muffled her hearing the vibrations it left was felt through the earth itself.

An interesting one, this Joon. JN-4. A Clone, Forceborn no less... Oh, she and her program had most definitely piqued the interest of her Emperor before the Netherworld snatched him. But she had been so wrapped up, swaddled like a babe even as she took her first steps into the Galaxy. Such anger, such naive rage. She had been used. That much was clear, it had been throughout the past few months that she had been watched. Led on, as many Sith are in the beginning. But left without the chance to make amends for that.

She had been denied the right to take what was rightfully hers. Now lost in some personal purgatory, a state which Ayvari herself could empathize with. Had the same not happened to her when Xanxus had disappeared? Forced into a new state of being, one she had not been prepared for... And then, too, the Emperor was gone. And she was alone in a Galaxy full of strangers, with a thousand questions and exactly zero answers.

JN-4 would have similar qualms, no doubt. Questions, worries, doubts. Would she reject the teaching of another, of someone new? Or would she embrace the chance for a fresh start?

Ayvari made light work of the clifface she was stood before. One large bolstered leap set her to the top, closer to the Fortress than had been intended. The girl still stood there, perched atop the home she had come to know, staring lifelessly after the hilt she had forsaken. She could approach her, ambush her, without the clone even realizing what hit her. But then, where would that get them?

Nowhere.

Instead she watched. She allowed her presence in the Force to become apparent as she lowered the usual shroud she held around it. It felt strange to open herself up in such a way, she had not done so in so long... But there was a time and a place for everything.

And right now, this girl - [member='Joon'] - had to know that she was not alone in the big scary Galaxy she had been stranded within.

 

[Connor Harrison]

For a moment it felt like she had fallen asleep standing up. It felt like she'd been there half an hour or so before something touched on her senses; eyes watching her, that feeling she had in the Tomb.

Joon turned her head to the side, like an animal hearing a predator stalking behind them, and then slowly turned to maintain her footing on the loose mound of rubble in the centre of the Fort. The crumbling three walls surrounded her, and so turning to the gaping hole she had walked through, she stared out into the nothingness of Sojourn. Looking. Waiting. Nothing but the rolling fields down the valley, the small stream, the cliff face and the woodland.

Her eyes were full under a piercing stare, her head slightly lowered. Her Force ability didn't lie to here; she wasn't alone.

"Come out. Wherever you are. Cowards hide. Face me, and end it."

The feeling was that of a dangerous foe, probably one of Ayra's connections here to take what they could from the now deceased Sith and eradicate anything in their way. Or even the "secret" apprentice who had been Ayra's real trophy here to take out Joon and all she knew.

Her heart beat faster as the seconds ticked on with no sound at all bar her own breathing.

[member="Ayvari Dorian"]

 

[Lief]

She had quite forgotten how satisfying it was to watch her quarry squirm and panic with the knowledge that they were being tracked. Watched. Hunted. Many made bold moves, which led to ridiculous mistakes. Others quietened their mind and tried to feign ignorance, to gain the upperhand.

This one, though... Paranoia seeped through her. Had she even bothered to properly look, truly look, she would have found her hunter in plain sight. In fact the clone looked straight over her and didn't give her a second thought. How odd.

Was she expecting something else? Someone else? Or maybe she believed that all who stalked her hid in the shadows... Most likely that was the case.

One slender brow rose curiously as she watched JN-4 stare out across the hills which surrounded the fallen Fortress. Her heart was racing, Ayvari could tell as much from where she was stood, though admittedly her quarry was remaining calm on the outside. Except for her words, of course.

"I have no need for hiding, JN-4" came the calmly rasped response, courtesy of the respirator, a slight Imperialistic twang to the underlying accent. "Though I should like to see what you had planned had I decided to do so."

Arms crossed at her chest, chin up, eyes fixed upon Joon's. There was no room for self-doubt, no room for doubt at all. She would not waver in the eyes of a student.

And a student Joon would be again.

[member="Joon"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

The voice made her jump slightly as the woman seemed to appear out of nowhere, a dark aura around her and a presence that scared Joon more than anyone else she had come across; more than the Jedi on Korriban, more than Taeli, more than Ayra herself.

She knew her name. Her clone name. Nobody else knew that except Taeli and Ayra - the apprentice. Joon gasped and reached for the hilt at her side, but looked down in a panic to see it not there. Of course, she'd just thrown it!

Looking up in fear at the woman, who seemed human but bearing a nasty wound across her face that looked to have cleaved her skull in two, the clone shook her head.

"Nothing. Nothing at all. Make it quick if you have to, she owes me that at least!"

She tried to swallow and hold her head high, but it wasn't easy to hide the fear of impending doom that stalked her. How Joon wished she had been stronger, more powerful and not weak.

[member="Ayvari Dorian"]

 

[Lief]

"Fear does not suit you."

Her fingers flexed out of sight for just a moment, while she resisted the urge to lick her lips. No fight, then. A shame. But Ayvari was trained to fight from the shadows, a stab in the back not a sparring session atop rubble. All the better, she supposed, though the lack of fighting spirit was still a let down.

Had she been wrong?

Had she placed her hopes in someone who was undeserving of her attention?

"Kalee was more becoming of you. The power you sought, you craved, you took... Not this..."

A lifted hand, a dismissive gesture, a very subtle shake of her head. Truly, Ayva was disappointed. Where was the fight gone? The leer, the domination... How could it be held within one moment then lost the next? Had Ayra really held such an effect over her?

"A shame your Master never taught you anything of value before your abandonment."

An easy shrug, before the woman turned on the spot and began to walk back toward the valley. Your Master. Not our Master. Ayva was resting a lot on the hopes that this clone with an almost infantile mind would pick up on that fact. That curiosity would once again pique her interest, and goad her into following.

"Perhaps the Lady in White was correct, and the cells were becoming of you after all..."

[member="Joon"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Kalee? She was on Kalee?

Her head throbbed with a mixture of dehydration, frustration and sheer confusion at the situation unfolding over the last few days.

"Wait!"

She was already hop-skipping down the rubble of brick and steel to the ground to get closer to this mysterious woman.

"You said ‘your’ Master? You don’t know Ayra? You aren’t here…" she wobbled and stumbled, but cleared the debris, "…to kill me as her Apprentice?”

The woman didn’t turn, and that annoyed Joon – and who was the woman in white? Who knew about Joon more than she did?

"Stop! At once! Tell me who you are, because you don’t know anything about me regardless of my name!"

[member="Ayvari Dorian"]

 

[Lief]

The skitter of falling rubble sounded behind her, joined by a hasty calling from the woman. Perhaps there was hope for her after all... Though turning around so soon would prove futile, it was time to leave this place of mockery and contempt. Time for JN-4 to step out from under the shadow of her Master. Her tormentor.

Strife was all well and good when there was a purpose to it. When it led toward something greater. But if there was no ending to be had, if it was being treated more as a game, then Ayvari severely disapproved. One could not further improve the Sith with broken backs.

She sniffed, and turned her gaze a little to the left - out over the fields. Then her gaze slipped back toward Joon though she did not cease in her movements away from the Fortress.

"Ayra? Who is this Ayra you speak of?" Ayvari knew, of course, but she would not give either Ayra's memory or Joon's present state the satisfaction of admitting as much. "Killing you would prove ill thought out, Joon."

And this had been very well thought out. In theory, at least.

More demands from the little awe-struck child who hurried along behind her. Ayva didn't slow as they hit a rise and began the steady inclined walk up hill.

"I know more than you know" she said, coolly, her gaze fixed straight ahead in a dismissive stance. "JN-4 of the IPI. Last surviving Forceborn Clone... Or are you?" Another glance over her shoulder, this time with a perked brow as she sowed the smallest seed of doubt within the mind of this woman who was to become her own. Another clone? From her program?

Take the bite, my little friend...

Once at the top of the rise, the Mynock came into view. Not the prettiest of vessels, a nod to a time long since gone, but hers all the same. KayFour would be waiting inside, as would Sohna... She had to be certain before another was added.

Spinning on her heel, Ayva stopped just an inch short of her quarry and snaked out a hand to grasp the woman's upper arm.

"Enough with your worrying and overthinking, girl. Tick tock, time's up. Make your choice. Forward, or backwards? Progress, or regression? Life, or death?"

No unnecessary inflection to her tone, the same passive voice. Cool, controlled, dignified. Ayva lifted her chin just a touch, keeping her eyes fixated on Joon.

"Well..? What will it be, my little Mockingbird?"

[member="Joon"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Each time she wanted to speak or ask a question, the woman said something else, and Joon was left trying to keep up, to listen and navigate the terrain. Her eyes pleaded for a moment to have true explanations – she knew the JN project.

Was she involved with the Imperials? Had she come…to save her?

A burst of hope fluttered inside her and again, about to speak, she was silenced by a swift turn and grip by the woman, inches from her and staring down like a Master would. Joon stared at her, not daring to move her eyes to look at the ship or anything else.

The woman’s words beat around Joon, and there was no room for second thought. Ayra had betrayed her trust and left her with nothing, but maybe this woman had come to save her.

Keeping her arm in the grip, the clone nodded. Nothing else. She nodded for a few seconds. Slowly, and then fast.

"I’ll come," her broken voice said.

However, one thing niggled her in the woman’s grasp. Did the JN project survive? Had Ayra lied again? Her big dark eyes looked up at her.

Pleading.

"Are you here to take me home?"

[member="Ayvari Dorian"]

 

[Lief]

The hand lowered from Joon's arm the moment the confirmation came, slipping down toward her belt in order to take up a canister of water. She handed it out then, to the dehydrated woman, before turning on her heel and walking toward the ship.

"There was a reason you were drawn to the young Snowstrider" the woman absentmindedly offered, as the ramp descended. Wasting no time at all she walked up it into the belly of her ship, all the while hearing the clack of her boots against the durasteel. One, specifically, sounded louder than the other. Damn cybernetics.

"A reason you ended up on Kalee... Alas, another conversation for another time."

She turned her head, checking that the girl was keeping up, and moved through her beloved ship into the main lounge. Her hand lifted, calling from its place upon an out of reach shelf one of two hilts which lay there. Without warning the woman turned, and curled a finger for Joon to step closer.

"I'm not going to take the bull by the horns, young Mockingbird, you are."

Extending her hand out, she turned so her palm faced upward with the cylinder set atop. Tempting, coaxing, would she take it? Ayvari's own blade, forged by her own hand, was she want to take an object of power so early on? Without knowing a thing?

Things were not going to drift on by aimlessly with Ayvari. Oh no, there would not be a repeat of Ayra, where progress was stiffled, slow, tedious. Joon would not sit around waiting for a call, begging for scraps of knowledge and training. Far from it.

"KayFour" she said aloud, not once taking her gaze off Joon. "Prepare the guest suite, then set a course for the Duro Sector."

In the doorway a droid made itself known with just one sharp monotonous "Yes, Mistress" before sliding away to carry out its task. No hesitation, no questioning, just immediate follow through. Just the way Ayvari liked it.

Reaching into her pocket with her free hand, she pulled out a holo-emitter and activated it. Despite the sickly blue hue, a face could be made out clear as brass.

"Irajah Ven" the woman said, and if Joon had not yet taken the hilt then with a simple move of her hand she sent it back to its place upon the shelf without turning. Both hands now held the holo-device, though Ayvari looked past it to the student.

Her student.

"This is your target, little Mockingbird. However long it takes you to track her. However long it takes you to bring her in... Alive, I might add. You'd very much prefer her to be alive."

No bullpoodoo. No waiting around. No nonsense. Just clean cut orders. No real directive, save a name, a face.

"We begin once we reach Duro. From there, each movement this ship makes will be at your beck and call."

The ship jolted as it began to move away from the world of broken promises and false idols. Away from the life that Joon had known. From the woman, the lightsaber, the fortress. A new beginning, a fresh start, how would the clone utilize this second chance?

No question. No hesitation. Joon wasn't being asked, she was being told. Would she fight it, as Cemas once had? Or buckle under the pressure like Sohna? The girl still hadn't fully recovered, lay there in the cells out of sight and out of mind... What would Joon make of Xanxus' child? Time would no doubt tell

[member="Joon"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Joon didn’t stop walking and followed the dark lady across to her ship, and inside to who knew what awaited. She didn’t even look back down on the ruins of Sojourn as the hiss of the folding doors closed behind them. Sojourn and Ayra were now just a painful memory.

The ship was a technological wonder, and she listened intently to what was being said.

Mysa – Midwinter? The planet before Kalee. Had she been tailed? Her brow frowned a second; it certainly sounded like something Ayra would do – have her followed, evaluated and monitored.

She stopped when the lady did, calling a lightsaber to her palm. Joon looked and squinted at its unique, ghastly design. Not like the one she had held before, this one looked…very basic, simple but dangerous, especially with the chain that had a beast fixated to it.

Licking the corner of her mouth slowly, Joon found it hard to focus without being transfixed with the woman’s stare. She was looking right into the clone, and she could feel it, almost like she wasn’t in control of her mind or her body. She was just…being.

And then Duro was mentioned, it all made sense.

Trying her best, and sucking in her bottom lip, Joon welled up and found it was only a moment later the tears fell down her cheek. She was going home. She had been found.

Nodding, partly listening though the relief, she didn’t take the blade but made it clear she had seen it and appreciated it. A few tears were wiped away with her sleeve before trying to take in yet more information; this time a holoprojector of a dark-haired lady, a name and mission.

Her mission. Her first mission as a Force Warrior. There was no connection to this Ven woman. She would be hunted and brought here alive for this….lady….this teacher? Commander?

"I understand."

Joon looked though the turquoise projection and spoke, injecting some asserted confidence in her voice.

"But why do you call me this Mockingbird? And you know me, so what do I call you, I take it you are with the Imperial legion?" She sighed a little, laughing a tiny bit as she wiped some more tears. "I’m sorry." She felt comfortable, and she felt happy to have been found by an Imperial as strong as this.

[member="Ayvari Dorian"]

 

[Lief]

The poor girl still held hope that her program remained. As much as Ayvari was grateful for the absolute trust her quarry was now showing her, she could not permit such delusions to exist within the mind of her student. It would not do. Not one bit.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news" she began, ignoring the tears and relief which flooded the woman before her, "I am most certainly an Imperial, but there is no Legion remaining. It died alongside the program you were borne into."

There. No falsities between them, where that was concerned. No lies, nothing to be used against her at a later date. Just clear cut facts.

Settling her hands behind her back, clasped, she tilted her chin up just a touch and regarded Joon almost fondly. She had seen so much of this girl, and she hadn't even realized. Like a parent who watched from afar, with pride, with trepidation, with worry. At times even disappointment. Forget the fact that Joon was over a decade older than she was.

"A mockingbird is a creature of flight who mimics the calls of other animals. Who hides among them, often in plain sight. Raised among families that are not truly their own... Until such a time as they can return to their fold."

She kept her gaze steady upon her student, for any signs of understanding to pass over her expression, before softly continuing.

"Your place was never meant to be alongside Ayra. And where others may have taken the opportunity to help you grow, she only stunted that growth. Thus, my little Mockingbird, must you spread your wings and find a new perch. To hide in plain sight, and grow as an individual."

Then, with a very subtle smile and one outstretched finger which tipped Joon's chin up so that their eyes met, she spoke again with a little more humour to her tone.

"Besides, you were born one of many. A clone. A duplicate. A mockery of another. Take no offense from that, though, it is a good thing I assure you."

Her hand fell away from the woman's chin, back to her side, and all of the permitted emotion vanished from her expression without a trace.

"You will refer to me as Master. No other term or name will be permitted. Knowing all that you now do, of the fate of your people, will you pledge yourself to me this day, Joon? Are you willing to continue along this path, to grow in and of yourself? It will be an arduous journey, make no mistake of that..." But she would one day be grateful for that fact.

[member="Joon"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Joon didn’t fight anything, she just let her head be lifted, like the doctors did when she was being checked out. They checked her eyes, her body, stance, posture, heartbeat, hair, and they moved her around as they needed. It didn’t bother her, because she knew nothing else when one in command took control.

Everything registered that the woman said and none of it made Joon feel she was in the wrong place or sharing the wrong company. This had all happened for a reason, and now she had been found.

"Yes," she said, slightly stammering over the next word. "Yes, Master."

She had a Master before, and look how that had worked. The Imperial would notice the dip in her brow, and that little flicker of uncertainty.

"You come from the same line as me, Master, in some way. For that, I trust you and give myself to you as a student. I have nothing and nobody else. I may be a clone, but I am JN-4 and the last warrior left standing."

With the lowering of her head, Joon submitted to follow another path with untold promises and dreams. Whether they came true or not, that would have to be the same fragile leap of faith she had taken before in order to find out.

[member="Ayvari Dorian"]

 

[Lief]

The vacant expression on her student's face spoke of a recollection, though to what Ayvari could not even hazard a guess at. She didn't seem uncomfortable to the touch, though her body did stiffen as though that was the given protocol. No doubt she had quickly become used to being manhandled during her time with the Legion, her kind would have been viewed as little more than the next batch of super soldiers... No privacy or personal space.

Ayvari didn't care how she responded so long as it was not with resistance. Though maybe with time she would soften a little, there was no program for her now, no commander or general. Just a tutor, to help her reach her potential. Not even a Sith at that, not one who would be too afraid to truly show her the way, not one who would hold her back.

That was not her place. Master or not.

Uncertainty flashed upon the previously vacant expression when Joon submitted to her.

"Push those thoughts from your mind, Mockingbird. I am not her, so let us leave it at that shall we?"

Full submission came next. A thing that Ayvari might have basked and reveled in had she been one of those the Sith had trained. Her Master however had never shown so much joy. No, he did what he did out of necessity for the both of them. She had been a useful asset for Xanxus, she had managed to pull the wool over the eyes of not just the Jedi but also the Sith she worked for... Except for Xanxus and Croshim of course. But the Emperor had to know.

"You have much more than nothing, Joon... And with time you will come to realize that. For now I do believe it is time that you rested. We have a rather long journey ahead of us. Come, I shall show you to your room."

Just a few steps brought them out of the lounge and into a long hall. "The Refresher is over there" she said, with a nod toward the far wall, "The cockpit is just past it. I will give you a full tour as we head toward Duro, but for now..."

She stopped before a doorway and punched a key code into the entry pad. "5666. Remember that number, it will give you access in and out of your room." Inside was a modest bedroom. A standard double bed, an upright cargo hold, a mirror. A set of training garments and robes lay upon the bed, neatly folded. "If you need anything, you may call for KayFour. Anything he can't help you with he will bring to my attention."

Her head tilted just a touch, watching Joon curiously. "Do you have any questions?"

[member="Joon"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

The mini-tour began, and Joon followed close by her Master’s side, looking to where her head indicated at the various rooms and lounges in the comfortable ship. The pair stopped at the door to her room and Joon nodded, remembering the number. Next, the name. Numbers and names. One thing Joon had was a good memory.

Stepping inside, the clone looked around at the basic provisions and nodded, rubbing fingers across the garments. This was fine, if it was a little less grander than Sojourn – but that had been a trick; a lie; a deceptive mode. Closing her eyes for a second, she pushed away those thoughts, eager to move on.

And Taeli Raaf? She would have to contact her soon – the Jedi Master had given Joon a step up in finding her place again, but just what were her true intentions? Joon still wanted to find out.

The girl turned, looking up with a positive smile. If a little forced. This was still spinning quicker than she had ever thought.

"Why are we going back to Duro? There is nothing for me there now."

That was her only question. Well, not her only one. She winced a little.

"Please…tell me how you know so much about me. Do you know anything else?"

[member="Ayvari Dorian"]

 

[Lief]

Ayvari regarded the woman for a moment as she asked her first question. Why Duro? Wasn't it obvious? Perhaps not...

"We are returning to Duro because it is where your journey began. Therefore it shall be where your journey will begin anew. Besides, the labs were not entirely destroyed and there may be things of use for you there. I'm not going to tell you how to bring in your target, however."

If nothing else it will provide us with a firm base until we agree on somewhere more appropriate. But that will take time, and for now Duro is the safest place. Nobody knows the labs are there, anyone who once did is either dead or believes them destroyed.

Not the case. Not entirely, at least.

Now came her second question, and to that Ayvari flashed a smile. So inquisitive, yet careful about it all the same. Part of her wondered if she expected retaliation or retribution for her words. How strange a thought, that one should be harmed merely for asking questions.

"That is what I do, dear Mockingbird, I watch, and I know things."

Her gaze swept over the room, lips pressing into a subtle line of thought.

"Do as you please with this room. Decorate, don't. Invest in furniture, don't. It's your private space, and if you lock the door not even I will attempt to open it. If you need anything purchasing for it, don't be afraid to bring it up."

Mutual relationship, mutual benefits.

"Now rest. When we hit Duro your training will begin, until then you may do as you wish."

[member="Joon"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Joon let her eyes wander the room again after the satisfying answers to her questions. It was nice not to feel stupid or be berated for asking something so simple.

"Thank you. Master. I will be ok here until you need me."

She gave a small smile, actually looking forward to lying down now and to try and relax. It would never be the same as it was in the growth tanks, as she had learnt to sleep on cloth and rock for years, and recently had been introduced to beds and soft furnishings and they were certainly a welcome introduction. The girl shook off her jacket and sat on the edge of her bed. She didn't know what to do. Best to leave it there; when she spoke, she often sounded naive or plain stupid.

"I'll just rest for a while."

Joon remained fully dressed, black boots and all, as she laid back on the bed. Arms straight, legs straight. Body rigid and perfect in symmetry. Eyes closed. All she needed was the growth tank to swallow her up and he'd be home.

[member="Ayvari Dorian"]

 

[Lief]

Ayvari noted the way the woman chose to sleep... And could not help but frown. Not where Joon could see her, but the moment that she turned from the room and began to work her way down the hall it began to surface. Why she expected any differently could not be said, she was a clone after all, used to her tank as opposed to any sort of luxury. Maybe with time she would learn to relax. Maybe it was safer if she didn't.

Retreating to the cockpit, Ayvari sat for a time and simply stared... Her plans were coming to fruition. Just what the future held in store for her, though, could not be said...

​

Deep Space
Half Way Between Sojourn and Duro

She had seen little of her student in the past week. Traveling was long, tedious work, no matter how hard some tried to claim otherwise. Sometimes Ayvari had been stuck in space for months. If the going remained this well, they would arrive in Duro within another week... But if not, then who knew how long it would take.

While the promise had been made that training would not begin until they reached their destination, she could not help but wonder what Joon had decided to do with the absence of structure. Perhaps she missed it, perhaps she sought guidance... Ayvari did not know.

So she moved through the ship in search of her quarry, hands settled to the small of her back where they clasped together in thought. There were still areas of the ship she had not yet shown Joon, truth be told all the clone had been shown was her own room, the lounge, and the refresher. Maybe it was time to reveal the little hidden gems that were tucked away aboard her vessel...

[member="Joon"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

ONETWOTHREE

Felt good.

ONETWOTHREE

Served her right.

ONETWOTHREE...FOURFIVE...

"AGH!!!"

Joon landed a roundhouse kick against her mattress and sent it doubling over, lazily slouching to the floor.

Panting, hands on hips, Joon looked up and took a breath.

She had little to do but release some of that rage towards her dead Master. So what best than a soft mattress and your fists to pummel with. While her bed was now more than a mess, she would make it neater later, but she just had that urge...the urge to hit and to hurt.

There was a twinge, and Joon glanced to door. Nobody was there, but she felt...her. She was near.

Mysa.

Joon bit down on her tongue and shook her head. Why was the girl popping up in her head. Truth was, she missed the one friend she may have had and may never see again.

Looking down at the mattress, she kicked it hard again, in the gut of Ayra. And kicked again.

ONE...TWO...THREE...FOUR...FIVE...

[member="Ayvari Dorian"]

 

[Lief]

Grunts and pants met her ears as she stepped through to the main hallway. Joon, it seemed, was back in her room again. She tended to do that once the daily formalities of mealtime were out of the way. Ayvari didn't blame her, though she did wonder if the Clone realized she had free run of the ship so long as she left her Master's private quarters alone.

Well, if she didn't already she would soon.

While Ayvari had promised to never go into the girl's room without permission, that did not stop her from visiting. Her hand lifted, throwing down a series of knocks against the durasteel door in hopes that it would reach her over the odd sounds. Training, no doubt, after all there was nobody else onboard the ship for it to be anything other than that. Except Sohna, but Joon hadn't met her yet.

"Little Mockingbird, may I come in?"

If she was training inside her room then Force knows what it would look like on the interior. Definitely time to show her around. After all, the Mynock had so much more to offer...

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