Private Blowing Off The Past

[Alana Calloway]

Tags: Eira Dyn


The neon haze of Nar Shaddaa stretched out before her, endless towers and tangled skyways rising like a durasteel forest beneath the shrouded sky. Traffic lanes blazed with streaks of repulsorlift light, the air thick with the hum of speeders and the murmur of ten million lives moving at once. It was chaos, but even in this chaos, Alana felt the clarity that before, had been missing.

She stood at the edge of a landing pad, cloak tugged gently by the city’s restless winds, breathing it all in. Every sound, every flicker of light, every heartbeat in the crowd below seemed to thread together into a single current. She didn’t resist it. She let the Force flow through her, anchoring her steps, heightening her senses, filling her chest until she felt almost weightless. The burst of the transport behind her whipped up the back of her cloak, but she continued forth, collecting her bag from collections, and pressed on ahead.

Her time away had brought with it a serenity in her mind she had not known prior. Her voyage had led to her being lost in the stars, but now she had returned with something she hadn’t expected: peace. Now she was letting it carry her forward with certainty. It was a welcome change if nothing else.

Alana’s lips curved into the hint of a smile as she moved into the crowd. She did not look lost here; Nar Shaddaa’s noise, its scope and violence, didn’t press into her either as it had in the past. Rather, she felt the previously painful noise of the planet part, like the noise and weight washed off her. She was no longer hiding, nor trying to remain invisible to the galaxy around her. She just, accepted it as being there, and moved on.

Every face she passed, every soul brushing against her awareness, only reinforced what she already knew: she belonged to the galaxy again. Now it was up to her, to see where she fit in this mess.

So much had changed...and yet so had she.

Where to even begin?

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Nar Shaddaa
Attire: Club Fun
Equipment: Hidden Lethal Pursuers, blaster pistol
Tag: Alana Calloway

A moment between missions had been granted to Eira, a relief that she could spend in her own ways and Eira was keen on taking full advantage of it. While there were people that she could spend time with, Eira was interested in being alone and she was looking forward to just burning the stresses that toiled her from the hard work that she had been putting herself through. So, she figured that going to some clubs on Nar Shaddaa would be an excellent break away since the moon was the ideal place to have reckless club fun. Seedy enough to keep her interests while also still being a living and breathing cityscape to have functional nightclubs that were not going to be playing outdated music.

The beat of a club was important and Eira knew that some places would have music far too old for her enjoyment. It needed to be fresh, exciting and new for Eira to enjoy the music. Anything she heard before would end up boring the assassin.

Exiting the apartment that she rented for her short stay, Eira was dressed in an outfit she thought would be fun and cute for a night out clubbing, something that showed that she was having her hair let down. Not the stiff assassin that she could be at other times and not the feral animal that she was building a reputation for being. This was Eira who wasn't a Sith right now. A mask that wore like so many other masks she wears when doing things.

"Hmmm..." Something niggled at the Sith. It wasn't danger, nor was it a presence that she needed to be cautious around. It was familiar but new. Different but tugged at her mind as being something, someone, she should remember. It was strange and even in the busy, crowded moon of Nar Shaddaa, Eira couldn't help but figure that she needed to head towards wherever the pull of the Force was determined to lead her. Even if it was taking her away from the clubbing dreams that Eira had planned out for the evening.

Finding her way through the crowds and the streets of Nar Shaddaa, Eira stood in front of a white haired woman. An Echani. A woman that Eira knew. A face that even though others might assume looked like any other Echani, Eira could see the differences. She could feel the difference. The assassin tilted her head and studied the Echani.

"Seems you have changed Alana. Shall we catch up?" Eira called out, her voice just as playful and teasing as it had been the last time they met.

 

[Alana Calloway]

Tags: Eira Dyn

Alana turned at the sound of the voice, her white hair catching the neon light like strands of silver fire. The press of the crowd seemed to recede, muffled, as if the Force itself wanted to clear the space between them.

Eira.

Of course it would be her. The pull she'd felt in the flow all evening had been unmistakable, though she hadn't yet named it. Now, with the assassin standing before her, playful as ever, the current simply…clicked into place. There was alot left unsaid, from their last meeting. That much she could recall.

Alana's smile was subtle, but genuine. "Changed?" She echoed, her voice steady and warm. "I suppose that is a way of saying it, sure."

She stepped closer, weaving easily through the onlookers, her presence calm yet undeniable, like a tide that could not be resisted. There was no tension in her shoulders, no guarded edge. For once, she carried herself without armor.

Her gaze lingered on Eira, studying her with the same open curiosity the Echani used for any duel. "If I'm being honest, I'm surprised you remember me," Alana said softly, but without judgment. She tilted her head, white hair spilling against the dark of her cloak. "If you think I'm going back to the Order though, you can forget it. I'll fight you if I have to."

That much was true, she had zero intention on...going back to that hell hole.

A spark of humor flickered across her face, quick and light, before fading back into the quiet certainty of her presence. "So…what...exactly are you hoping to get out of this?"

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Nar Shaddaa
Attire: Club Fun
Equipment: Hidden Lethal Pursuers, blaster pistol
Tag: Alana Calloway

Eira shrugged her shoulders, "what can I say, I like to remember those that I deemed intriguing or useful. And you were both." There was no denying that, Alana held skills that were useful to Eira and she also found the Echani intriguing, different to other Echani she knew and Eira wanted to learn more about that. Wanted to understand more around that. Hearing that Alana had no intentions of returning to the Sith Order, Eira smirked, "oh... I, hm..." Eira thought over the fact that Alana did not want to return to the Sith Order. "No. I am not here to drag you to the Sith Order."

Placing her hands on her hips, tilting her head, "don't really think I am dressed for that style of mission, I would have thought you assume I would be more appropriately dressed for a mission like that." Eira laughed softly, "it is a shame that you are avoiding the Order but that choice is yours." While Eira hated disloyalty and those who turned their backs on the place that trained them, gave them a home and ensured they could prosper. There was something with Alana that Eira wished to learn more on, her intrigue on what happened outweighed the disappointment she felt.

"Do I need to have a reason?" Eira asked jokingly and raised a hand to stop Alana from attempting to answer the rhetorical, "I felt drawn here and reconnecting with someone who I was once close with sounded like a fun time." Eira wasn't going to push for that reconnection if Alana was not interested. "I was here to check out some clubs, relax and burn off some energy. Want to join me?" Eira took another step closer to Alana, a relaxed smile on her lips.

 

[Alana Calloway]

Tags: Eira Dyn

They had a relationship at one point, but the nature of what the 'ship' was, Alana never quite understood it.

Alana let out a soft, almost melodic laugh, the words that Eira spoke felt haunting familiar to her. "Useful and intriguing," She echoed, letting the words hang between them, tasting them. "Last person to say that to me, took a few years off my life." Her gaze softened briefly, tracing Eira's stance and the way she moved with easy confidence.

"Relaxing, burning off energy…that can be alot of things," Alana said, her smile widening. She shifted her weight, feeling the pulse of Nar Shaddaa through the Force beneath her feet, letting it flow through her, guiding her steps even in this crowded chaos. "And no, you don't need a reason. Fun is reason enough. You always seemed to be looking for it from what I can recall."

Eira had never done her wrong, yes she was an assassin. They had beaten the tar out of one another, sure. But, Eira had never been the one to hurt her. Try and use her....if anything, she was the closest thing to a friend she had made in the Order.

She tilted her head, letting her hair catch the neon glow, and gestured lightly with one hand. "Lead the way, then. We can catch up." Her voice held warmth, calm assurance, and the subtle thrill of someone fully in their element; no past orders or masks to weigh her down.

Alana allow Eira to close in, taking her up on her offer it seemed.

Hopefully, she wouldn't come to regret this.