Morganna Bastra (danceswithewoks) wrote in thegalaxy, @ 2016-04-14 23:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !locale: naboo, morganna bastra, narrative |
Narrative
Who: Morganna Bastra (and her BB Unit Rolly)
When: Monday April 11
Where: Her apartment in Theed
What: Thinking, remembering, all that good stuff.
Rating: G
Status: Complete Narrative
Morganna punched in the code to her door and waited for it to swoosh open. She entered the apartment and quickly glanced around by force of habit. Although she was certain that no one suspected what she was doing, she didn’t want to grow complacent and then find herself captured by the First Order. She knew only too well how they treated their prisoners especially those that they considered traitors. When she had checked the rest of the apartment, she turned to her BB Unit and said “Okay Rolly, you can go plug in for a while. I don’t need anything.” The little astromech bleeped at her and she laughed. “No, I promise, I won’t stay up late and I won’t get sucked into the holonet.” After making sure he got the last word (or bleep), Rolly left her and went into the bedroom, plugging into a data port beside the bed. Morganna smiled, she’d bought Rolly eight years ago when she’d moved home to Corellia. Not that she was flying and needed an astromech but she got lonely after a few weeks so she’d bought the droid, thinking that she’d tinker around with it. As it turned out, he’d become her best friend and with a few upgrades, he had more personality than some humans she knew. His name came from the simple fact that he rolled everywhere so she’d named him Rolly for lack of a better name. Now that she was working again, she was even more glad that she had him. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. It had been a long day and she’d gotten some unexpected news. Not necessarily bad news but surprising all the same. Her commanding officer had called her into his office to tell her that she was being promoted. Morganna would now be in charge of the hangar, supervising the other mechanics. She knew she was damn good at what she did but part of her wondered if they suspected something, Was she being placed in the position so she could be watched more closely? She’d been careful, covering her tracks two and three times every time she passed on information but there was always the chance that someone had noticed something amiss. It seemed like a legitimate thing however, she’d heard enough First Order double speak during her marriage to know when they were hiding something and she didn’t get that sense. This could turn out to be a good thing for the Resistance, she just had to figure out how best to use the position to her advantage. As she always did, she headed for the refresher to shower before she made herself something to eat and sat down to watch the news. After a day in the hangar, she always felt grubby and didn’t want to sit on her furniture until she was clean. Although she had no real attachment to the place, she still couldn’t bring herself to do it. After a nice hot shower, she stepped out, toweled her hair dry and slipped into the yellow shift that she always slept in. It was old, nearly twenty five years old in fact but she couldn’t part with it, or the memories that went along with it. During her marriage, she had never worn it, at least not if Anders was home, but since then, unless it needed to be washed, Morganna had it on. It was sentimental and silly of her to keep it, logically she knew that and while she had tried to put that part of her away years ago, she had discovered that she couldn’t, not completely. When her hair was sufficiently dry, she padded into the kitchen and made herself a simple dinner, of soup and some fresh bread she had picked up on the way home and settled down to watch the news. Rolly heard her switch on the holoscreen and joined her, settling into the corner next to her chair. “I don’t understand why you always have to be in here for this,” she said to the droid. “I know you’re intelligent but it’s like you really understand.” Perhaps he did, Morganna had no idea but he was decent company. Much better company than her thoughts anyway. The news was the same as always, the usual First Order propaganda although it had stepped up recently, a few stories about the Resistance hunting down innocent citizens and killing them which Morganna knew to be lies, and what passed for a human interest story these days about a young woman who had become a TIE fighter pilot and how lucky she felt to be part of history. Morganna rolled her eyes, she knew the girl and she had been taken from her home when she was eight and raised to be part of the First Order. She believed everything they had to say, she was completely indoctrinated and there were days when Morganna had to bite her lip to keep from saying things that would get her arrested at least but most likely tried and executed for treason. How she longed to tell her that the stories weren’t true, that the Rebellion wasn’t set on ruining anyone’s lives, that in fact all they wanted to do was make it better. She couldn’t say that of course any more than she could tell her that the Jedi were real, they had existed and that in the end there had been only one because the Knights of Ren had hunted down those who were set to carry on the legacy and killed them. Along with their Master. Morganna sighed and put aside her half eaten bowl of soup, leaning her head against the couch cushions and closing her eyes for a moment. Luke. It always came back to him. It had been fifteen years since that night, fifteen years since she’d heard the news and it still hurt. Part of her wanted to believe that he had survived, that he was out there somewhere but no, he couldn’t possibly have survived. The Knights would have seen to that. What had happened to him during those fifteen years, she wondered, had he changed? Did he become a different person? She certainly had but she’d had no choice if she’d wanted to survive. Marrying Anders had been a huge mistake but Morganna had been hurting, she wanted to get away, to not be anywhere that would remind her of Luke and she’d accomplished that but the memories…..the memories had come with her. She’d accepted that now, accepted that she would always love Luke, dead or alive. They say that you never forget your first love, Morganna thought, but this went beyond that. She didn’t understand it but there was a bond between them that wasn’t like anything she’d ever had before. Luke said it was the Force and she’d teased him about it because she’d never understood any of that but now she did. Now that he was gone and she could no longer feel him at the edges of her mind, she knew he’d been right. When they had parted, it had taken a little time, for months she still felt it but then it had gone and it hurt. It had been for the best though, her marriage was difficult enough without thoughts of a lost love to get in the way. Opening her eyes, Morganna got up and took her things into the kitchen, automatically tossing out the remaining soup, putting the bread away and washing her bowl. “Ready for bed?” she asked when she came out of the kitchen. Rolly whistled at her and she laughed as she turned off the holovision and headed into the bedroom. She climbed into bed while Rolly hooked up to the data port and she lowered the lights. Hopefully sleep would come easily tonight. |