Private You've had too much time to think

[Kaia Starchaser]

The dark haired Starchaser smiled. See? Food was something that could always bring people together. And there was something about the crew on Denon, with their neon lights and crime, that loved their noodle bars. No, if you asked Kaia or her father, burritos, on a nice warm planet, under the sun, with alternative energy alternatives were the best. And it was easy to make, so a lot of stations started carrying it too. The problem was real meat.

But faux meat was fine too. At least to Kaia. She couldn’t tell.

“Good! I think the stand smelled good. Always a good sign!” Kaia was a little more chipper now. She wanted to see if she could forge a connection with her sister. It would be good. For the both of them.

“This way!” She thought of holding out her hand, but the two weren’t young girls with money to burn anymore. They had jobs, and Kaia didn’t want to try to push anything to make Kyra close up. She thought it was only like down the next market corridor.

Kyra Perl

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra followed silently, her fingers picking at the metal casing of her right arm as they went. It was hard not to fill Kaia's hope rippling off of her. Now a days even when she wanted to, Kyra couldn't tune out the world anymore.

It was too loud.

At least the volume was something she could handle.

"So dad didn't send you?" She asked, her tone restrained as she ducked a shoulder to keep up with Kaia. That was what she had wanted, wasn't it? In typical Kyra fashion, it bothered Kyra all the same. Was he not thinking about her? Did he not care? What did he think she was doing now--

Never mind that she asked him for the space.

"What is he doing now? Is he with the twins?"

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

She didn’t really come here with much of a purpose. Hope of finding her half-sister, that was just what happened when you found someone that really probably needed it. The Mirialan was just happy that she found her. If she could leave a seed that told Kyra to head back to the Core, and to her destiny? Well, that may help her father. But if she got the Zeltron to begin working like she herself did? Probably even better.

“No. Dad didn’t send me. He knows as well as anyone the benefits of going your own way, of finding your answers for yourself.” Their father had run from the Jedi on countless occasions, always finding himself out here on the Rim, looking for answers before returning to the galaxy at large. “I came out here on my own.”

There was no lie in the way Kaia was speaking. “But I know he cares and does worry.” But Kyra was a Starchaser. She was capable.

“He is in the Core, at Kattada. Doing what he can to help the Jedi around the galaxy. Less war-pathed nowadays, which if you ask me, is good.” As she spoke, she pointed to indicate the restaurant, not too loud but not too quiet either.

Kyra Perl