Daughter of Fen
A transport dropped out of hyperspace above Manda'yaim, its transponders would flash up as One Sith blinking briefly before disappearing. Aboard this transport, Mya worked frantically to shut everything down but the life support and simply drifted. What was she doing here? Anger, sorrow and joy rose up within her, creating a storm of confusion in the clone. Rumour had crept across the galaxy that Ordo was alive, she'd dismissed it as simply that. Rumour.
Yet, as time went by, as she relived the moment she'd pulled the trigger over and over again in her sleep, her desire to discover the truth of this rumour became unbearable. So she stole a transport from the Sith and pointed it to the one place she knew she'd find out the truth. Mandalore, or Manda'yaim to its inhabitants. She had memories here, memories that weren't hers, memories she very much wanted to forget. Sat in the cockpit with nothing but the soft glow of the console lights, Mia brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them. What if he was alive? What would she do? Hug him? Question him? Kill him again?
She didn't know. She didn't know what she hoped to achieve. She scanned the space around her, looking for the patrol ships that no doubt would be sent to investigate the little blip of nasty on their radars. She'd be a sitting duck, but feth it, some risks had to be taken. Dropping her feet back to the floor, she leant forward on the console and waited.
Yet, as time went by, as she relived the moment she'd pulled the trigger over and over again in her sleep, her desire to discover the truth of this rumour became unbearable. So she stole a transport from the Sith and pointed it to the one place she knew she'd find out the truth. Mandalore, or Manda'yaim to its inhabitants. She had memories here, memories that weren't hers, memories she very much wanted to forget. Sat in the cockpit with nothing but the soft glow of the console lights, Mia brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them. What if he was alive? What would she do? Hug him? Question him? Kill him again?
She didn't know. She didn't know what she hoped to achieve. She scanned the space around her, looking for the patrol ships that no doubt would be sent to investigate the little blip of nasty on their radars. She'd be a sitting duck, but feth it, some risks had to be taken. Dropping her feet back to the floor, she leant forward on the console and waited.