Little Star
Coruscant


Vera had never hesitated before walking into a fight. Not against training droids, not against Sith, not against monsters lurking in the darkest corners of the galaxy. But somehow, standing in front of this door, she hesitated. Her fingers hovered over the panel, curled slightly, as if her body was protesting against the very idea of being here. It wasn't too late to turn around. She could not press the chime, pretend she never even considered this, and go back to — what? Ignoring it? Hoping it would go away on its own?
Vera scowled.
With a sharp breath, she pressed the chime before she could overthink it again. The door slid open a second later, revealing Cora behind her desk, the very picture of calm and composure. Perfect posture, polished demeanor, everything in her space neatly arranged. A total contrast to Vera, who had just spent the last ten minutes pacing outside like a caged animal.
Vera exhaled loudly and stepped inside, hands shoved deep into her robes, like if she buried them far enough, she wouldn't have to use them to gesture wildly like she always did when she got flustered. She rocked on her heels for a second, then crossed her arms. Then uncrossed them. Then put them right back into her pockets.
Smooth. Real smooth.
"Hey Cora, I just, uh…" She glanced at the chair in front of Cora's desk but didn't sit down. Instead, she paced, her boots tapping softly against the temple floor. "I wanted to talk. About something. Nothing big, just… y'know. Advice. From you."