Somebody That I Used to Know

[Feena]

For the longest time, Feena had been sitting in her office, watching piles of work grow bigger and bigger on her desk with each passing day. She still could not decide if her job was simply more demanding due to the Confederacy growing in size, or if the amount of work was the same, but she was now too ill to keep up with it. Either way, it was a problem she did not wish to deal with today.

That was why she had invited someone to her apartment for tea. She didn't dare to stray far from her 'base'. No. Home was secure. Home was solid. Home had droids stationed at every possible entry, doors, windows, even the air vents. Feena was taking no chances.
But even with Keter around more, she still didn't feel safe. Not safe enough to leave, at least. No. This was best for everybody. There was an assassin still out there.

Feena buzzed around the apartment, straightening painting on the walls, (convinced that the angle was always just a little bit off), dusting everything again and again, (sure that the droids were lazy and could not dust the apartment properly even if that had been the only job they were built to do), and checking to ensure the water fr the tea was at precisely the correct temperature, not a degree too hot or too cold.

Perfection. Nothing but perfection would do.

 

[Abaigeal Burke]

Kalia was a busy bee trying to hold together a household and take care of her growing youngest daughter. The woman's eldest daughter had a little one of her very own and was doing quite well. She was so very proud of the woman Sophia had become. She was of course proud of her other three children as well and she knew that they would find their way through this galaxy. They just needed a bit more hand holding but Kalia had always been more self-sufficient.

It was difficult having her husband always gone but that was how it always was and she somehow always managed to deal with it rather well even if he had double the responsibility now and was in a different government. The thought of her home fighting with him was often on her mind and she didn't want to think about him attacking her or well their eldest. She hoped it never came to that.

Ringing the bell Kalia waited for Feena to answer the door. It had been forever since she had seen her friend and she missed her very much. It was nice that they both had found time to get together and catch up for old times sake.

@[member="Feena Mason"]

 

[Feena]

When the door bell rang, Three droids went to the door- a protocol droid to greet the guest, and two security droids to scan the guest and ensure the Archon would be safe. If this was three months ago, Feena might have rolled her eyes at the increased security and insisted they leave her alone. But now... Well, Feena had a scar on her left shoulder than told her that it was perfectly acceptable to be afraid.

"Good evening Mrs Walsh," The gentle, cool voice of the protocol droid greeted, "The Lady Archon waits in the sitting room. As per the Ladys orders, I am afraid that I must take any and all weapons you may be carrying on you until the time you leave. We must also insist that you submit to a security scan before you may enter the sitting room with the Archon. We apologize for any inconvenience. "

"A security scan won't be necessary," Feena appeared just then with one hand on her hips, smiling at her old friend, "K2, please bring out the tea set. I will show Mrs. Walsh in personally."

"As you wish, My Lady," The droid bowed, and disappeared into the next room so Feena could show her guest in.

Feena had dressed, as always, like a great Lady, and carried herself with all the pride of a Queen. But there was little remaining of the woman she had been so long ago. The Feena Kalia had known was long gone, in her place was a pale, too thin imitation of the woman she had once been. She was so frail, worn too thin under the weight of responsibility. Even her eyes, once bright and silver as one of the planets many moons, had turned a dull grey.

"My. You haven't changed one bit."


@[member="Kalia Walsh"]