Unexpected Company

[The End Narrator]

Communication across the Galaxy was shotty at best - and her mother was unreachable.

She had spoken to someone at the recruiting desk for the Fringe - and basically was left to sit around for a bit. They weren't rude about it, hell, they were even more polite than she expected considering the circumstances. She wasn't intending on joining their crusade, she was just trying to get home or atleast find her family. Atleast for the moment, she wasn't sure about anything.

The Galaxy was in chaos and so many people were missing. Even on Nar Shaddaa there were holosigns with pictures and letters that pleaded for any information on the whereabouts of loved ones. It wasn't comforting nor was it something she felt would help her at all.

She knew nothing about this place - her training in the Force was limited - and her knowledge of anything outside of Mandalorian space was again, limited. She felt alone for the first time in a long time. She even missed [member="Aton Gyndar"] - despite all his faults as her twin. She didn't fault him for being a stupid nuisance or even taking her favorite brush...which she had a sneaky suspicion it was no longer in her room - or even in this dimension for that matter.

He was her twin, apart of her as she was apart of him.

But she couldn't feel him - and it made her stomach twist in knots.

She walked down the pathway, the street activity seeming to dwindle down as the night began to really settle in. She found a bench that looked comforting and there would sit down upon it's duracrete confines and bring her knees to her chest. Arms would wrap tightly about the darkened pants as she stared straight ahead - uncertain of what to do or where to go. And that is when she started to cry.

She'd bury her head into her knees, sobbing softly - attempting to avoid attention being drawn to herself. Force knows she had enough of that within the past seventy-two hours.

[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Shaking her comm, Spencer figured that Force and whatever else was still short circuiting from the whole Akala business. She had been in a deep hibernation for the duration of the event in a self preservation. Tossing the comm into the nearest trashbin she continued down the street with her hands in her leather jacket’s pockets. There was still a lot of catching up to do, it seemed like everything around her had changed so much. There was guilt in her heart as she remembered everyone having to deal with the Force shifting the way it did, where she was protected and in a deep meditation to keep her from falling ill to the lack of the Force around her.

Her stomach twisted as she remembered the first day of the change. Every inch of her body felt as if it was being ripped and shredded. Death would have overcome her faster than anything if she didn’t have the others around her. Six years, she had lost six years with Ashin, with Ibaris and everyone else that was important to her. She didn’t even know if her mother survived the encounter with Akala. She didn’t let others around her know of her guilt, she was able to keep all of her emotions hidden.

Continuing down the path, she made her way towards the small pawn shop that was known for having really nice holocron metal. Spencer opened herself up for just a moment mostly to make sure the area was clear and safe. There had been rumors of Force User poaching gangs in the area hunting down Forcers now that they were weak without the Force. Things seemed safe, but there was something else that lingered within the wavelengths. It was sad and lost. Spencer closed her eyes trying to ignore it figuring it was a trap, but the more she thought about it the more she knew she needed to find the source. It didn't take long, the strength of Spencer’ empathy acted like a homing device. She stood over the small figure that was holding herself so close together and crying.

Kneeling so that she was just under the eye level of the girl. “Hey are you okay?” A soft smile spread across her face, as she drew down the brown hood from her blonde hair.

[member="Mira Gyndar"]

 

[The End Narrator]

Mira would glance up from her position against the wall as she shook her head softly. Her head would go back into her knees as she continued to sob softly - speaking low and almost under her breath. "No, I'm not." She looked up at the blonde haired woman with garnet colored eyes. "I can't seem to find my family anywhere and to be honest, I don't even know where I am or how I got here!" She exclaimed before she suddenly burst into harder tears, burying her head again.

[member="Spencer Jacobs"]