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[Amelia von Sorenn]

A D J U S T​

NABOO - GOLBAH HILL

It was strange to be back on Naboo, or rather, to be back in the Capital after everything that had happened. From when she first resigned as the Grand Marshal many months prior due to a disagreement of the individual appointed to the Ministry of Defense; she sought to find a sort of peace in seclusion. Hiding at the edge of the Confederacy, though still residing within to keep an eye on things, even having relocated from Ukio to Naboo at the behest and urging of Srina Talon who had found her in her little hideaway. She had been enjoying what she still considered to be her personal exile in Solitude, the home that was tucked away deep within the Lake District of Naboo. However, that seclusion and solitude were quickly disturbed by what could arguably be considered a great failure across multiple sectors of the Government.

Fear of the Sith and the fall of their Empire had caused the people to oust the previous Vicelord, and in his place, they had seated Daegon Corvinus on the proverbial golden throne of the Confederacy. It was a move that would ultimately prove costly, as an attempted strike at the Brotherhood of the Maw over the ancient planet of Rhand had backfired. It sent a shockwave through the Confederacy and those that had been content with merely living and ignoring everything that was happening across the Galaxy were savagely awoken to the truth. The Confederacy had struck at an enemy that was far away in a bid to avenge the destruction of Csilla and strike at the Sith rather than focusing the attention upon the ravenous horde of the Bryn'adul that had been consuming the Galatic East - a threat that was much closer to home. Of course, with such a failure came new demands and a need for change; change that had progressed rapidly in the recent days.

The Minister of Defense had resigned, and fled from the Confederacy, allegedly seeking a new home within the New Imperial Order. The Viceroyalty had convened in their Chambers, and once more Darth Metus sat upon that proverbial golden throne, steering the Confederacy with a guiding hand. Those were not the only changes, for that was the reason that Amelia was once more within the Capital itself rather than at home enjoying her retirement. The Confederacy was restructured, and in place of the Minister of Defense, or a Grand Marshal, the Sectors were redrawn; finding the woman now appointed as the High Marshal of the Capital Sector. The halls of Anthem seemed different, strange almost as if an eerie quiet had fallen upon them before a raging storm that was building upon the horizon. She did not know what to expect, and perhaps there was some small part of her that had been hoping that her own return to those vaunted halls would have been welcomed with pomp and circumstance, though there was none.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she stepped out of the turbolift, her eyes opening slowly to take in her surroundings before she stepped forward. Heavy footfalls rang out as she slowly made her way towards her new office. She was tasked with a simple need, a singular directive. Take command of the Capital Armada and prepare it for any need. Had it not been for Seventy-Seven standing at her side, she would have found such a task to be more daunting than what it had become. Bringing a datapad into view, she looked over the information before movement caught her attention; a brief glimpse of something, no someone. An individual she thought she'd never see again, and for the first time in just as many months, perhaps years, she found herself immovable and without words.

Golden-yellow hues fell upon the young woman, and a rush of memories flooded her mind. She did her best to remain stoic, the same facade and image that she'd always maintained in the past, even if within she'd wanted nothing more than to greet the individual in a different manner. With a soft sigh, and a quick movement to straighten herself up and make herself presentable, a soft smile slipped over her lips as she merely gave an acknowledging nod.

"Fiore... Its good to see you."

Fiore​

 

[Fiore]

//: Amelia von Sorenn //:

It had been some time since Fiore found herself in a bustling building of people. When she thought about it, it only made it longer. There was a time where she thought her life was going to go a bit differently. She had settled with a woman she loved dearly. They created a life together and left the rest of the galaxy to deal with their own problems. But those problems soon found their way to Fiore's door. Her wife, the woman she had promised everything to, began to unravel again. Blaming Fiore for the disasters that had occurred. Constant fighting, but she tried - Fiore tried. After everything, Mira returned to her family estates, leaving Fiore with a letter and her wedding ring.

Walking through the building, the sound of the two rings bounced against the chain. It was a constant reminder of what she lost, along with several beautiful memories of her life. Compared to her childhood, her time with Mira was a blessing.

As she admired the architecture, feeling small for the first time in a while. A woman wandered over and tapped the woman on the shoulder. "Fiore, correct?" Turning, the Elven woman smiled, recognizing the voice, "Yes, did Lockely finish the paperwork." Fiore asked, almost hopeful. Once the paperwork was done, she would be a full agent within shadowfeed. It meant she could be around people again.

"She sure did! Everything is all set up for you, and here's a copy of all of it, including identification along with where you'll be housed." Lockley's assistant handed everything over, and Fiore nodded, the slight sound of metal chiming in her ears from the ornaments on the tips of her elven ears. "Perfect." The assistant quickly went off about her day, leaving Fiore to glance through the paperwork. Today was the start of her new life, the past far behind her.

Or so she thought.

A voice echoed in Fiore's mind. One that she hadn't heard in almost a lifetime but still remembered like it was yesterday. Turning, she faced the Sanguiness and returned the nod. Fiore was taller and older, no longer the awkward teenager Amelia had initially hired. She smiled, seeing that Amelia was doing her best to keep her composure.

"Amelia, it's been a while. How have you been?" Fiore questioned her former employer. While she had been upset about how things worked out between them, it was in the Eldorai's opinion it was for the best. She ventured into the galaxy less lost and learned to deal with the hatred she harbored for her former Master.

She had grown, and she had hoped the same for Amelia.

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

A D J U S T​

NABOO - GOLBAH HILL

It seemed that for the first time in some time that she had been struck speechless. Though it was not out of any sense of being breathless or taken aback by seeing the young woman once more. No, it was from the mere fact that her mind was now being rapidly flooded with memories and thoughts of those times prior to this moment. And as she relived those memories, emotions began to swell up from deep within her bosom. The last time they had seen each other, they had not parted on good terms - or at least that was how she had remembered their parting - as Fiore had run off into the unknown with Mira and left the woman behind. Anger began to grow, that same resentment and every fiber of her being told her to explode, to tear into the woman; that she had been correct in her original thinking of Mira and how everything would collapse and that she'd be left alone again.

Even as those feelings swelled up, her eyes slowly shifting from those stunning golden-yellow hues to the strange brilliant blues; shutting her eyes quickly, she took in a deep breath. Her hands slipped behind her back as she clasped her hands together, preventing them from balling into fists as she pushed those emotions down, back into the dark corner from which they had been issued forth. Perhaps long ago she would have permitted those emotions to take control, no longer. She had, just as clearly as her former associate, grown in the interregnum from when they had last been together face to face. Even against her own judgment, she'd taken a step away from everything, allowing Fiore to slip from her fingers - knowing that it was the best even as her own feelings demanded she squeezed tightly to keep from losing the young woman.

Turning away from Fiore, though not so that her back was towards the young woman; Amelia's eyes slowly opened to reveal the golden-yellow hue that they'd always been. A soft smile crossed her lips even as she bit the inside of her cheek, enough that a trickle of blood slipped down her throat. Her hand slowly brought up the datapad she'd been holding, keeping it from Fiore's sight - the screen cracked and siding bent as she handed it towards her current companion.

"Seventy-seven, please oversee the preparations, we've much to do to get the Capital Armada and Sector in order. Likewise, please ensure that I've a moment of free time, myself and Fiore have not seen each other in what seems to have been a lifetime."

The young woman would merely bow her head whilst taking the datapad from Amelia, giving a slight nod of regard to Fiore in turn before she slipped away. Slowly releasing the breath that she'd drawn in; calming, centering herself before turning once more to Fiore. Golden-yellow hues fell upon the young woman; in the past, Amelia would have fallen upon Fiore, teased the poor thing until her cheeks burned brighter than a Zeltron's skin, perhaps even made a rather suggestive comment that included the nearby wall. Now though, it seemed that she'd grown out of those moments, or perhaps it was merely just that she'd no longer found the fun in teasing Fiore - it could have been any number of things, though, for the moment, the obvious observation was much more preferred.

"You've grown."

Amelia said softly, her eyes slowly moving over the now taller, older young woman that stood before her in the hall. Even now she hesitated, remembering their last parting - and how horrible it had ended. She'd done her best though, kept her distance, and in that time she'd cycled through just as many homes before she settled in the Confederacy. Even as she thought to bring up Mira, she understood it was likely a touchy subject, given that Fiore now stood within the Capital of the Confederacy and Mira was apparently nowhere to be seen.

"You look well, I hope that you've kept an eye on yourself and your nose out of trouble."

Even as she spoke, Amelia couldn't help it; already smacking herself mentally as her tone came out more as a matriarchal scolding rather than a genuine show of worry and relief in seeing the woman again.

Fiore​

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