Nia Siroc
Character
Returning from Illum, Sullust hadn't been Nia's first choice to come back to. She'd stolen from the Temple, fencing the items to finance her trip off-world. There hadn't been much choice because, first, it had been a long trip from one place to the other. Second, it was perilously close to One Sith space.
So she took what she had to because she had to go. Nia had been coming apart inside since Dulvoyinn, racked with nightmares and a feeling of guilt. True, she felt guilty, leaning back against a building in a marketplace. But it was for taking something that could be replaced.
Even something as rare as lightsaber crystals could be acquired. Lives couldn't be replaced with such casual ease. She'd went to Illum on a kind of vision quest, looking for answers and a sense of peace. Answers had come but not those she'd been expecting to hear. Nor had she wanted to hear them, but hear them she had.
She'd entered the crystal caves not certain if she wanted to be a Jedi. She'd returned now, not certain if she still was one anymore. When Triam had returned her to Sullust, the pilot had business on the world despite Nia's protests, Nia had asked to be dropped off as far from the Temple as possible.
So she found herself in the market near the smaller, tertiary spaceport, not a great deal of credits in her pockets and wondering what to do next. Beings passed her by, paying the small human female no mind. Without her robes, there really wasn't anything to set her apart. She'd traded those in a shop for her current attire, a boy's dark grey coat replacing the distinctive brown robes.
Nia had hidden her lightsaber hilt under the jacket, too. That had been another thing she hadn't wanted, to retain the weapon. But here she was with it still, back where she started, more or less. Sighing as she crossed her arms, she tilted her head back with eyes closed.
What was she going to do and where was she going to....
[member="Chloe Blake"] [member="Jannik Morlandt"]
So she took what she had to because she had to go. Nia had been coming apart inside since Dulvoyinn, racked with nightmares and a feeling of guilt. True, she felt guilty, leaning back against a building in a marketplace. But it was for taking something that could be replaced.
Even something as rare as lightsaber crystals could be acquired. Lives couldn't be replaced with such casual ease. She'd went to Illum on a kind of vision quest, looking for answers and a sense of peace. Answers had come but not those she'd been expecting to hear. Nor had she wanted to hear them, but hear them she had.
She'd entered the crystal caves not certain if she wanted to be a Jedi. She'd returned now, not certain if she still was one anymore. When Triam had returned her to Sullust, the pilot had business on the world despite Nia's protests, Nia had asked to be dropped off as far from the Temple as possible.
So she found herself in the market near the smaller, tertiary spaceport, not a great deal of credits in her pockets and wondering what to do next. Beings passed her by, paying the small human female no mind. Without her robes, there really wasn't anything to set her apart. She'd traded those in a shop for her current attire, a boy's dark grey coat replacing the distinctive brown robes.
Nia had hidden her lightsaber hilt under the jacket, too. That had been another thing she hadn't wanted, to retain the weapon. But here she was with it still, back where she started, more or less. Sighing as she crossed her arms, she tilted her head back with eyes closed.
What was she going to do and where was she going to....
[member="Chloe Blake"] [member="Jannik Morlandt"]
