Who: Tahiri Veila & Buffy Summers What: Former Jedi arrives in Kansas Where: A Lawrence Street. Midday. When: 15th August Rating: TBD Status: In Progress
She'd killed an old man and now she was paying the price for it. She wasn't proud of it she wasn't a great and glorious Jeedai anymore. She was the broken one, the one that was shaped, the one that had given her loyalty to Jacen Solo in his madness and she had killed the old and well loved Imperial Giliad Pelleon on his order. Or...mostly on his order.
Tahiri knew she'd make mistakes. Hurt everyone that cared about her, sometimes she wished Tionne had never found her and she was still back on Tatooine, barefoot, riding banthas and stealing scraps with the Sand People that had raised her. Not in a cold clinical cell on Courscant. She shiverred. Cold now. Always cold in places like this but unlike back home, or the acadamy, no one cared. Oh sometimes Ben came to see her. Ben Skywalker. The Hero. The son of Luke and Mara that Jacen had slaughtered for his saccrifice. Had her life been hers. Her friends, Telki, and Jaina and Tenel Ka and Lowie and everyone. Tahiri Veila closed her eyes and opened them in shock.
"...the kriff" she muttered, her mind running in Basic and Vong conbined as she worked out what had happened. Because she was no longer on Courscant. She was on a street, carrying a lightsaber she shouldn't be. Anakins Lightsaber. At the sight of it a crackle of lightning appeared in Tahiri's hand which she managed to push back. She had to push it back. Terrified of what it meant. Of what it always meant.
Ugh she hoped he rotted.
How? How was this possible. Where was she and what was going on. Because this, this was like nowhere she knew? No where. She had to work this out. Because she'd finally decided to make amends for her awful life and now even that was being taken away from her.