Let's Talk About It

[GhostOfProtocol]

Kei stepped from the elevator slowly.

He needed to wait in the lobby for a friend. He had pulled some strings to get the inventor onto the planet, the man that had built his ship. Kei was aware that [member="John Locke"] wouldn't recognise him and therefore had decided to introduce himself as a butler of Kei before escorting the man to the penthouse to explain what had happened and why he was different.

He used the force to pull up a chair. The glass windows on the front of the building gave him a clear view of the street. He almost enjoyed the sport of people watching, studying people's movements. You could learn a-lot about people by their body language and by watching how they walked down the street, how they interacted with people and how they dealt with other people.

Kei kept his eyes on the door. He watched as a small Correlian walked past. Kei almost felt a connection with the small child, he looked like a Correlian but since he changed he felt much less Correllian. He still missed the planet but he knew that he couldn't visit just yet, he needed to secure Commenor before he left. He was waiting for Asajj to get back to him and then they could rebel.

He just hoped he wouldn't die.

[member="Dysnomia"]

 

[Dysnomia]

War, war, war, war. The whisper of it was like the rustling of dried leaves hanging steady to branches as the seasons changed. Back on Commenor, Dysnomia knew that something big was about to happen. But as usual for the teenager, her long days were filled with chrono-watching as the minutes ticked by slower than the old Yinchorri chocolate seller who she’d go to visit on occasion when father gave her a few credit chits to stay out of his hair.

And while she often felt on the precipice of greatness only to be told it was time to go to bed and start all over again the next day with no better or worse standing than the day before, this time was different.

The comforting sound of her ubiquitous repulsorlift skates under her, the teenager whirred through the Commenor streets, holding a pink balloon on a string that Brig, the Yinchorri had given her after a visit that day. Dysnomia had grown so much from adolescence that she could almost resemble a college student, yet the balloon, and her hair tied back in a matching color bow, made her seem infinitely younger than she was.

Suddenly she lost her grip on the string just as the door to a nearby building hissed open widely. The balloon sailed into the building and the blonde teenager skated in after it, hand outstretched. She spied a man sitting there and shouted, “Quick! Catch it before it goes up to the ceiling!”

[member="Kei Raxis"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He watched the balloon for a few moments.

He felt young, innocent. He remembered when he was a small child and a balloon was the best toy. He was amazed by how it floated, defied everything he had ever known about gravity. He always wondered how far up a balloon would go until it popped and what happened to the surviving segments of the balloon after it popped. Did they fall down to the planet or burn up in the atmosphere, never seen again. Perhaps they blew away in the wind and floated forever.

He went into autopilot, the force wrapping around the balloon and pulling it towards him. Kei felt the balloon touch his fingers, then he closed a grip on it. He opened his eyes, looking towards the person, the girl who had shouted. He walked over to her slowly, balloon in hand. It only felt right to take the string. It felt weird, the balloon made him look much younger, made him feel much younger.

He offered the string.

"There you go. Now then, what are you doing out alone at such a late hour?"

[member="Dysnomia"]