Botajef
[member="Miel Tevv"]
Looking out of the window in her new citadel, Fiolette knew the feeling of rebuilding and she knew it well. Zonju V was a necessity, she needed a footprint outside of the Imperial hands and she had it. Now she had to step further away. Her mind drifted to Dren Var Nabba and their discussion that night, and as she shut her eyes Fiolette pushed away from the melancholy thoughts. Instead, the redhead clung to the feelings that clung to her heart. A glance down at her hand and she swore she saw the old sunspots the ones she traded away for youth and as she looked at her reflection in the glass she wondered just how long this would last. "Snap out of it Yvarro." The woman snapped at herself, "this will not do, not at all."
A sigh escaped her and all at once her shoulders felt heavier than they had before.
The galaxy had stopped and she was alone, alone in her solitude of fortress alone with her feelings to dwell on the past. Her time with the First Order, One Sith, Atrisian and Sith Empires all of it flooded to the forward of her mind. Fiolette realized as she looked herself in this reflection, "no, I do not regret my past. I made it through on my own, consequences be damned." Consequences be damned, Ferrathias, Lucinyia, Ryssa, and Ariel her children had been the lambs sent to be sacrificed for the god that was her career. This, this she was not proud of and the thought of her actions and their consequences. Slowly, the woman sunk into her chair and all the money in the galaxy felt like a muted tone. Fiolette turned away from her reflection and went back to her journal. Journaling had become a way to write out her depression, to put it all down somewhere.
No, I don't normally trust Mandalorians and for the record, I still don't.
But.
They have their uses, and as I sit here behind a figurative line of them this is their purpose. Zonju V was temporary, it always was - the First Order was right there. I couldn't stay on Zoronhed forever, and Botajef offers numerous opportunities. A built-in shipyard, parked on the Hydian Way? Of course. But even with its opportunities, Botajef is temporary as all things are I suppose. There are only so many ways you can prolong death, so many times you can cheat your way through life before it comes back to you.
Still.
I'll keep myself in motion, and keep myself in the company of the Mandalorians.
Unless I leave myself to sit still just long enough to remember the pain that waits for me on the other side.
Fiolette's thoughts were interrupted by a small buzz. "Miel Tevv is here." The woman on the other end of the intercom said and the Galidraani rose from her seat.
"Send him in."