The Liberator
Far outside Keldabe city, the ground opened into plains. Tall grasses swayed in the wind that cut across them, making them appear like rippling water as they shifted from green to blue. Trees were scarce, but their roots ran deep, their branches thick and tall. Mia's homestead was set beneath one of these trees. It wasn't large and at first glance would seem primitive. Logs hauled from forests elsewhere on Mandalore were locked tightly together, mud packed in the cracks to keep the wind out. It held its heat in the winters and stayed cool in the summer.
Grasses around it had been flattened to make room for a landing pad, a small garden that definitely showed signs of someone trying and failing at growing their own food. A basilisk droid rested in front of the porch, old and pock marked, carbon scoring filling every crack. It had taken weeks of searching through Sundari's wreckage to find him and A'den still wasn't fully functional.
Mia stood at the top of the porch steps leaning on the post, behind her the Kael news report blared its assessment of a possible alliance between the Diarchy and the Imperials and the crease in her brow deepened. A war on two fronts. She blew a sigh out of her nose. She couldn't leave Aether to fight this alone, not now. And certainly not after his broadcast to remind the galaxy exactly who they were and what they were capable of.
So much for retirement.
She drained the last of the caff in her cup, pushing off the post and turning to go inside when the glint of a transport caught her eye. Lips curling into a small smile, she ducked inside to brew a fresh pot, and to dig out the tihaar.
Aether Verd
Grasses around it had been flattened to make room for a landing pad, a small garden that definitely showed signs of someone trying and failing at growing their own food. A basilisk droid rested in front of the porch, old and pock marked, carbon scoring filling every crack. It had taken weeks of searching through Sundari's wreckage to find him and A'den still wasn't fully functional.
Mia stood at the top of the porch steps leaning on the post, behind her the Kael news report blared its assessment of a possible alliance between the Diarchy and the Imperials and the crease in her brow deepened. A war on two fronts. She blew a sigh out of her nose. She couldn't leave Aether to fight this alone, not now. And certainly not after his broadcast to remind the galaxy exactly who they were and what they were capable of.
So much for retirement.
She drained the last of the caff in her cup, pushing off the post and turning to go inside when the glint of a transport caught her eye. Lips curling into a small smile, she ducked inside to brew a fresh pot, and to dig out the tihaar.
Aether Verd