Lost and Found (Matsu Xiangu)

[Damiri]

It was winter on Yn, a small out of the way planet secured between the orders of the Fringe and Protectorate. A neutral planet on the border of two waring factions.

The vendors of a small village were busying themselves with trying to sell a number of hot meals and warm clothing. A zabrak had been calling out to any and all who passed by to try some hot cooked rancor meat, along with other assortments. Some were seated as his booth and having their fill while others were only able to catch a scent as they walked by. The warm meat helped to keep those eating heated in their bellies while dealing with the cold air. It was lightly snowing as well, which made things a bit more nippy for others.

Nearby a cloaked figure was looking at the booth and licking their lips for even a piece of meat. They knew they would not be able to talk to the zabrak into giving her a free meal. She'd been here long enough to know who were the charitable sorts and not. Their stomach grumbled under the robes they wore, making them all the more anxious to eat.

A moment later duros carrying a crate full of good was passing by. No better opportunity would present itself here so the stranger knew to take it. Reaching one hand out a wave of the force was sent, tripping the duros and forcing him to drop his create of goods. Many, seeing the chance for free things, scrambled down to the ground to catch what they could before authorities could arrive. As the zabrak yelled at people for not acting more civil in front of his shop the stranger approached and in a quick motion a plateful of meat was gone.

Once far enough away in an ally the stranger stopped, removing her hood to reveal the violet hair Dathomarian girl. She sighed, seeing no one had noticed, before digging in for her meal. As she ate she hummed with delight. Both for the taste as well as how it warmed her stomach. The rest of her however shivered in the cold and her robes, dirty as they were, could only help so much.

A year had gone by since the events that lead her here and every day Damiri was reminded f the events that brought her here. Her own mistakes mixed with the rack of anger and want of vengeance against the Sith that had caused it all to begin with. This made her sneer as she ate, in fact it caused her to sneer a lot at times.

When there was nothing but bone left she tossed it aside, a few nearby vermin creatures in the trash pile scampering out to see what was left. Seeing this Damiri sighed and looked up to the sky as snow still fell. Everything felt so useless to her. She felt the want to end her life but could never bring herself to it. She wanted to return to the Jedi but feared what they would say or do after what she'd done. She wanted to go back to Dathomir but worried what the Night Mother would say after she failed her so-called destiny. She wanted to find the Sith that caused all this but knew she would be no more a match against them now then when she first met them.

There was so much she wanted to do but she couldn't...

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[Matsu Xiangu]

Matsu Xiangu hated winter.

She continued to travel to icy planets in the hope that one day the bitter cold wouldn’t cut her to the bone, whip through her clothes and have her shivering when she hadn’t been on the ground for even five minutes. But it was in vain and she thought perhaps after today she would stop trying. Not even the long, thick winter cloak she had thrown around her shoulders over her bodysuit was doing much for her, the thick fur lining the hood surrounding the pale angles of her face. (Matsu was as sharp as her cheekbones, beautiful with an edge.)

Regardless, she was here to at least experience a planet she hadn’t ventured to before. When she’d first made her way in the galaxy, it had been to escape a life she found utterly boring. She hadn’t known true hardship – her life had been picturesque, that of a child with loving parents who gave her everything she needed. It hadn’t been until she’d struck out on her own that she’d known despair. But suffering was the path to greater knowledge, greater power – existence with purpose. So she didn’t mind the weight of her left arm, a sleek beast of a machine that served as a replacement for what she’d lost. (Claws, wires, steel and titanium. Sharp as her cheekbones, a cold juxtaposition to the rest of a body warm and soft.) Exploring was how she began and it was one of the few things about her old self that she held on to.

The rest had leaked out in to the snow all those years ago on Skye, freezing in the halo of her blood.

She walked past all the vendors, not hungry as she’d eaten on her ship but watching the locals regardless. Every planet had something valuable, even the seemingly desperate ones. She was just about to stop and pierce a fruit with one of her metal claws when she heard a commotion to her right, food going flying as its’ carrier toppled over.

She had to admit, the girl that stole a plate and scrambled off was good. She’d felt a low flare of the Force, but beyond that she may not even have noticed the shadow disappear in to the alley. She considered for a moment before following, traipsing slowly towards where the little thief had disappeared. There was a touch of despair, confusion, anger…anger. Oh, delicious… (rip THEM O P E N, let’s ruin this place, what if we did? push them down, jigsaw skull, smash at odd angles, a kaleidoscope of ivory in Dadaist form, slop out their brains and use their heads to drink the rest of this whiskey, everything smelling like copper, why don’t we?)

“I bet if you asked nicely, someone would get you something to eat,” she called softly from the end of the alley, the wind whipping the fur of her hood and hiding her mostly in shadow save for the long strands of her dark hair coiling in the wind.

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[Damiri]

It wasn't the voice she'd noticed first but the sense of the darkside. Damiri had closed her eyes only for a moment before sensing the darkside coming closer to her. The moment the woman spoke was when she opened and looked, seeing her standing near the alleyway. She knew that feeling. She'd sensed it all too often when battling the Sith, and felt a tremendous wave of it when fighting against the Sith lord. Such an exposure was not something one could easily forget.

Quickly she jumped to her feet and revealed a lightsaber hidden under all of her robes. Damiri grabbed it and held it out, pointed at the woman despite her being far enough away. Activating it a beam of purple shot out and pointed in the direction of the mystery woman. One hand armed with a saber while the other was ready to attack with the force. Clearly this girl was on her toes a lot when dealing with Sith.

"Don't come any closer, monster!" she threatened while keeping her weapon ready.

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