The Baddest Schutta She Knows
Location: Theed
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Aiden Porte
, OpenThe bright colors of flowing banners and delicate flower garlands fluttered in the gentle Naboo breeze, weaving through the narrow streets of Theed like a living tapestry. Kayla Shan-Ordo navigated the crowd with practiced ease, eyes sharp but calm beneath the light shade of her hood. She perhaps looked a bit out of sorts. The breast plate and leather jerkin she wore declared her as some sort of hired gun. Compared to the others about her, she stuck out rather badly. It wasn’t her fault though, she didn’t know what the hell this place got up to on a day to day basis. She just wanted a caf and a day out in the sun.
About her as she walked, children laughed, chasing each other around intricately carved fountains. Musicians played lilting melodies on wooden flutes and stringed instruments. The festival, whose purpose Kayla was entirely unsure of, served to distract her from the malancholy of her most recent affairs.
Kayla let herself be caught for a moment by the rhythms of drums and song, the warm energy washing over her like a ray of sunlight across a body of water; the surface was brightened but the depths remained dark. She slipped, touching that forbidden power that at times tempted her in moments of serenity such as this. She had mistakeningly tapped into the Force.
In doing so, she made a costly error. Just beneath the surface of the laughter and music, something shifted, and closed in around her. A faint pulse in the air, like the heartbeat of the world itself. She had let herself grow too lax, too open to the world about her. Now, came the consequences of her lack of discipline. She immediately cut the ties, trying to drown out her standing in the Force with that of life around her.
She felt it first as a soft tug, a whisper in the back of her mind growing louder with each passing moment. The voices were distant yet intimate, ancient and steady; her ancestors reaching through the Force, their presence like a thread woven into her very soul.
Amid the festival's revelry, Kayla's gaze drifted skyward, past the bright banners and sunlit rooftops. The voices called, patient and insistent, droning on and being lost as they rambled over one another.
The popular option for her, as it had been for some time, was to ignore them; to stay grounded in the here and now. Perhaps the crowd and the scenery and the music would aid in that. But another part, buried deep beneath years of hardship and silence, stirred awake.
A curse of her lineage. The very curse that had driven her mother to her end, with her father being dragged along in tow.
They were trying to find her. To call her back to her ‘destiny’ as a Shan. To ‘remind’ her of what she was meant to do.
Which was to sacrifice herself for some traditions she didn’t even subscribe to anymore.
With the situation being what it was, she came to a conclusion. She was going to do her best to keep as far away from her ‘ancestorial advisors’ as possible.
They eventually would just leave her alone if she ignored them hard enough…..she’d just have to wait them out.
How ever long that took.
