The Beginning or the End

[Nisha Decrilla]

Blood stained the plush carpet, she knelt upon. Anaya stared at it with intense curiosity, fingers curled about the blade of her dagger. The only possession with which she could trace her parents, those who had sold her into slavery to preserve their own way of life. It was the blade that had slit the throat of her first master as he slept, and the blade she had driven into the base of her slave masters neck when she returned to make him pay. It was a reminder of all she had suffered, of a path steeped in agony and hate.

Time seemed to slow as another drop eased its way out from between her knuckles, sliding effortlessly along the back of her hand before gravity tools it's hold, pulling it towards the carpet below, another splash to add to the growing decoration below.

Episodes. That was what Calina had come to call these moments, times that were becoming more and more regular and the shattered psyche she had worked so hard to rebuild slowly became undone. Anaya was not meant to be cooped up, lurking in the shadows, she was trained for Chaos. He desire to protect her child greatly outweighed her need to reek havoc and as such, she suffered.

"My Lady."

Parla, a HRD, knelt before the twi'lek, taking her hand gently she began to peel the woman's finger from about the blade, least she do some serious damage. Anaya did not protest, staring at the pretty pattern her blood had created.

"I have something that may interest you." She spoke as she pried the blade away. She reached behind her placing a datapad upon the floor where she stared. Slowly, the HRD began to clean the wound, waiting patiently for Anaya to acknowledge what was before her.

Gingerly, Anaya's free hand came to touch the face on the screen. It was a side profile of a young girl, the spitting image of a girl Anaya had known very well once upon a time. "That's not possible."

"It is not who you think it is, her name is Ibaris."

Anaya looked, blinking as clarity came rushing back to her. "A child?"

"So it would seem."

"Where?"

"Nabob, my lady."

*~*~*~*

Anaya did not make a habit of dropping into systems unannounced, she much preferred a greeting that didn't involve a large number of guns or a fights. So she sent a message ahead, though there was no garuntee that her greeting would not be a fight. Old and long was the feud that ran between [member="Spencer Varanin"] and herself. There was no trace on the message Spencer would receive, no signature, just four words.

Coming to visit, pussycat.

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=13.3333px]Theed[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.3333px]Early Afternoon[/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]The breeze blew through Theed, specifically through one of the windows with a balcony that overlooked the river. A woman leaned against the balcony, she was dressed in a white fabric dress that flowed over her frame. The Queen of Eshan remained absent from the planet letting her chief advisor to work the everyday things out for her. There were so many things that had happened and she couldn’t wholeheartedly put her efforts into the well being of a planet of people. In so many ways she was working out trying to find a replacement - someone who would take care of the people of Eshan. Sighing softly, she rested her arms onto the balcony and watched the water flow in the river. The smell of the water tickled her nose as she sighed softly. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]Last night’s lover had left for the work and she was left to spend the afternoon alone or the most part till she left and headed back to the small loft apartment she ended up buying to remain close to the investment she had put in towards the Theed Hangar, what helped was her attachment to the woman that ran the hanger. Spencer bent her index finger and her teeth softly bit into her knuckle as she thought about the woman that ran the hanger. Emotions and thoughts were high as she remembered the evening. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]A woman that worked for Ajira interrupted Spencer’s quiet thoughts. Looking over her shoulder, Spencer blinked and brushed back the loose strands of her long blonde hair behind her ear. “Oh? What is it?” The woman nodded and wandered towards the woman and handed over the data pad. “There’s a message for you, Mrs. Varanin” Spencer smiled at the mention of her married name, then looked back towards the message that was blinking on her screen. There was no need for a signature, there was no need for the sender to name themselves, Spencer knew who it was from. Fingertips pressed into the back of the data pad as she stared at the four words. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]Tension spread through her frame and instantly knew that [member="Anaya Fen"] could find her even if she didn’t want to be found. Taking a deep breath, Spencer looked towards the woman that brought her the data pad. “Help me gather my things I need to leave now, it’s important.” Sensing the urgency, the two women worked quickly to gather Spencer’s things and once everything was taken and picked up, she left. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]Spencer headed towards her apartment and prepared for the visit with her rival. [/SIZE]

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

How long has it been?

You've no idea what you're walking into. No idea whether she will recieve you with open arms or kill you where you stand.

Anaya's lip curled into a smile as her ship reverted into real space. "Oh but I do. Despite everything, all she's been through, all the hatred between us, Spencer will recieve me. She is flawed in one way."

So used to her mutterings the crew no longer glanced out of the corner of her eyes as Anaya Spoke to herself. Whatever demons lurked behind the siths eyes was dangerous to all of them, to acknowledge it was to die.

And what is that flaw that you are relying on?

"She cares about me." She rose smoothly from her chair, beckoning Parla to join her for the walk to the hanger bay. "Did you get an address?" A data slate slid into her hand in response. "Good. You understand your job while we are on the surface?"

"Scout out new locations, recruit the locals, bring you the report."

The transport in the hangar bay rested ready and refuelled, preflight checks already done by her crew. The two of them boarded and Anaya let Parla take control of the ship, kneeling on the floor in the cockpit Anaya drew the force in around her, tightening in her aura around her till it was gone. It would make little difference to Spencer, her blood trail on Anaya would tell her where she was regardless of her presence in the force.

They passed through space port security without incident, Anaya looped her arm through Parla and tugged the HRDs ear a little closer. "Try not to kill anyone." They parted ways, and Anaya pause d for a moment watching Parla slip in among the crowd. She smiled slightly resisting the urge to skip as she followed directions to Spencer's apartment.

Fingers rapped lightly in the door.

A decade at least. That's how long it had been.

[member="Spencer Varanin"]