Private White Skies

[Samatharis]

The Spire
Peace Station

Samantharis walked down the long living quarters hallway with a slow, meander pace. Her eyes gazing out the tall transparent windows. Gazing out far, far below towards the grassy white plains and rolling white hills. She couldn't quite believe such a place actually existed. A recently recolonized, traveling holocron moon. How completely, fascinatingly strange. The galaxy never seemed to disappointed. There were wild, wonderful wondery-eyed wonders everywhere.

The girl stopped in the middle of the hallway and turned to gaze out at the view. Her black bodyglove and fur-armored pauldrons were a stark, warlike contrast against the leafy patterned walls of Peace. Her stoic facial features betraying nothing of her lazy, flowery thoughts. She was just killing time anyway. Wandering the halls of the most explored and, thankfully, furnished section of the Spire. She knew that a few Jedi had taken up residence here in the upper floors. It was prime living space. Large rooms all clustered together in tall hallways like a fabulously near-empty hotel. She didn't mind the peace and quite either. It was a welcome change from the busyness of the landing pad and main hanger bays nearer the bottom. Though, the strange floating holograms that patrolled the Spire from time to time. The Guardians or whatever. They still gave her an uncomfortable feeling. Less invisible janitors of the space station and more, ancient spies of a long lost Jedi programmer to her. She avoided them as often as possible.

She turned from her pleasent view and continued her meandering walk. Returning to the elevator lobby and nodding to all the packed goods scatter around. Bed frames. Two chairs. A few tables. Stray pipes and some dull, unimplemented electrical gear. Left over supplies from when the last furnishing team came through. I guess nobody bothered to come back and it up. Figures. Other than the holographic Guardians. Theft was just an afterthought here. Not enough population on these empty floors to even care.

She smiled and pressed the alien button command. Allowing the grand elevator doors to open before she stepped inside. Pressing the symbol she figured meant 'ground floor' and stepping back to wait for the tall doors to close. She still had an hour to kill before it was time for lunch with her friend Zara. Maybe she'd browse the hanger bays and watch the new shipments come in. Mm. A thought that made her stoic features smile. She didn't mind the downtime at all.

Ilias Nytrau |​

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

A week had passed since the message from his 'eldest' student, imploring him to come aid in the healing efforts in the aftermath of the Battle of Kintan. A week in which he provided continuing care to the injured and helped manage the general health and well-being of the station's residents. A week that began to put the thought in his head of relocating. Perhaps.

Today, he was expecting a shipment, and with hope, two shipments. The medical supplies were important, sure, but so were the gardening supplies, and it was this second shipment that he was keen to get his hands on, to make an extension of the medicinal herb and tea plant plots he tended to on Laekia. Thus, it was his hand interrupting the closing doors of the lift, and an uttered apology for holding up its departure.

"Good morning," he said to the lone occupant of the lift as he joined her, the doors closing, and the lift departing a couple moments later; he glanced at the illuminated destination indicator, to find that it was already going where he needed it to, "ah, good," then looking to the much, much younger woman in the lift with him: "just visiting, or are you one of the residents?"

Either way, he didn't recognize her. There were so many, between those who called this place home for any reason, the refugees, any number of Jedi here on business, and others just passing through, that he would be hard-pressed to have met them all after such a short time aboard Peace. He was most familiar with those to whom he had been providing care.

Samatharis​