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Alida didn't know what she was looking for, or why she'd come to this trash heap of a planet.
Maybe to get as far away from her father as she could, perhaps find something else that the Force might have for her.
Their relationship had never been positive...in fact, that was an understatement. The relationship had been strained and...manipulative. Abusive, as far as she was concerned. A calculated attempt to harden the young Alida and groom her, to help him take revenge on those who'd tried to wipe the memory of the Na'varro legacy from Ascension. She had been the marker of his influence, the instrument to make his vision a reality.
Of course, he'd never succeeded in that task. Perhaps because she had not been as good as he needed her to be, or perhaps because he thought her too weak.
Alida took a deep drag off her cigarra and closed her eyes, reaching out with her senses and the Force, trying to get a feel for it. But the Force didn't seem to have any revelations for her. It felt as calm as still water, despite knowing that it was always in a state of constant change. Not even so much as a tremor. "Maybe I am just useless," she muttered to herself, tossing the cigarra and watching with detached interest as it tumbled to the floor.
Kicking off from the wall she was leaning on, Alida checked the time on her chrono, realizing it was just barely after midnight. The fights would be starting soon, patrons were already starting to file back into the building. Shoving her hand into her pocket, she reached for her own ticket. What better way to get the blood pumping than watching two people tear at each other in a gladiatorial style arena? It was something to do, at least.
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Maybe to get as far away from her father as she could, perhaps find something else that the Force might have for her.
Their relationship had never been positive...in fact, that was an understatement. The relationship had been strained and...manipulative. Abusive, as far as she was concerned. A calculated attempt to harden the young Alida and groom her, to help him take revenge on those who'd tried to wipe the memory of the Na'varro legacy from Ascension. She had been the marker of his influence, the instrument to make his vision a reality.
Of course, he'd never succeeded in that task. Perhaps because she had not been as good as he needed her to be, or perhaps because he thought her too weak.
Alida took a deep drag off her cigarra and closed her eyes, reaching out with her senses and the Force, trying to get a feel for it. But the Force didn't seem to have any revelations for her. It felt as calm as still water, despite knowing that it was always in a state of constant change. Not even so much as a tremor. "Maybe I am just useless," she muttered to herself, tossing the cigarra and watching with detached interest as it tumbled to the floor.
Kicking off from the wall she was leaning on, Alida checked the time on her chrono, realizing it was just barely after midnight. The fights would be starting soon, patrons were already starting to file back into the building. Shoving her hand into her pocket, she reached for her own ticket. What better way to get the blood pumping than watching two people tear at each other in a gladiatorial style arena? It was something to do, at least.
[member="Thephina Knight"]
