Marina DeVoe
Not a flight attendant... just a risk.
"I don't cat-
What do you mean cat fighting?" Marina snubbed her remark. "I don't stand a chance against her! " she gestured with her hand toward Aes'ona, before she realized what and how she said it.
"Shoot...
No... I meant..." She was now trying to right her wrong.
"...you have military training...all officers have training right?" Nope, she just dug her grave deeper still, now asking her victim to back her up.
What the hell was she doing? She never in her life ever talked about, nor at anyone like that before. She wasn't meaning to take out her feelings of The First Order or Imperials on this poor girl. For God's sake, the girl was a doctor...a medical doctor. Marina had once believed up to a few weeks ago that they didn't even treat their own wounded troopers, let alone treating her friend Mariya.
"Aes'ona...I'm not like this..." She then said, having nothing else to say that wouldn't get her a few more meters further in that grave she had already dug for herself.
"I really never put a face on what I fear." Marina didn't know how she could repair or fix all that she had just shattered, Still, she just let her heart speak, as how much worse could it do?
"I see you... and I just saw loosing my friend. You'r not the face of the First Order...you are you...maybe a bit better than me right now...
But all I see is a girl. A girl who hasn't done anything to me to warrant this.....I'm sorry.." She lowered her eyes, starting to turn away again. But her friends hand had grabbed hold of her arm. She wasn't going to let Marina walk away.
Marina's eyes made it over to Mariya's. Yes, she too was hurt. Hurt because she had put Aes'ona in an awkward situation thinking she could trust Marina to have an open mind. After all, Marina had no trouble before with fitting in among pirates, thieves, slicers and mercenaries on Nar Shadda and other Underworld systems. So what was her problem with giving Mariya's friend an equal opportunity?
Marina didn't have to say anything to her friend, it were all in Marina's eyes. They admitted that she were wrong and was sorry.
But that apology would do a thousand fold more if she apologized to the right person.
"I'm sorry Aes'ona... I need a lot to learn about separating people and factions. We're not colonies of insects. We're individuals. I'm not militaristic like my father and you are a doctor....I'm assuming you have the same Hippocratic oath as the doctors on my world." There are times when one realizes that they have been seeing only masked faces in their lives and never once looked upon one and realized it were that of a person, not an idea.
What do you mean cat fighting?" Marina snubbed her remark. "I don't stand a chance against her! " she gestured with her hand toward Aes'ona, before she realized what and how she said it.
"Shoot...
No... I meant..." She was now trying to right her wrong.
"...you have military training...all officers have training right?" Nope, she just dug her grave deeper still, now asking her victim to back her up.
What the hell was she doing? She never in her life ever talked about, nor at anyone like that before. She wasn't meaning to take out her feelings of The First Order or Imperials on this poor girl. For God's sake, the girl was a doctor...a medical doctor. Marina had once believed up to a few weeks ago that they didn't even treat their own wounded troopers, let alone treating her friend Mariya.
"Aes'ona...I'm not like this..." She then said, having nothing else to say that wouldn't get her a few more meters further in that grave she had already dug for herself.
"I really never put a face on what I fear." Marina didn't know how she could repair or fix all that she had just shattered, Still, she just let her heart speak, as how much worse could it do?
"I see you... and I just saw loosing my friend. You'r not the face of the First Order...you are you...maybe a bit better than me right now...
But all I see is a girl. A girl who hasn't done anything to me to warrant this.....I'm sorry.." She lowered her eyes, starting to turn away again. But her friends hand had grabbed hold of her arm. She wasn't going to let Marina walk away.
Marina's eyes made it over to Mariya's. Yes, she too was hurt. Hurt because she had put Aes'ona in an awkward situation thinking she could trust Marina to have an open mind. After all, Marina had no trouble before with fitting in among pirates, thieves, slicers and mercenaries on Nar Shadda and other Underworld systems. So what was her problem with giving Mariya's friend an equal opportunity?
Marina didn't have to say anything to her friend, it were all in Marina's eyes. They admitted that she were wrong and was sorry.
But that apology would do a thousand fold more if she apologized to the right person.
"I'm sorry Aes'ona... I need a lot to learn about separating people and factions. We're not colonies of insects. We're individuals. I'm not militaristic like my father and you are a doctor....I'm assuming you have the same Hippocratic oath as the doctors on my world." There are times when one realizes that they have been seeing only masked faces in their lives and never once looked upon one and realized it were that of a person, not an idea.