Hotline Bling

[Fiore]

“I don’t sleep much.” After having to constantly look over her shoulder for the dangers of wookies and other creatures that lurked in the Kashyyyk forest, Fiore learned to function on a few hours’ sleep. Sometimes a few hours’ sleep over the span of a few days. She would sleep when she was in her quarters, a place she knew was secure and she didn’t have to keep an eye on something. She was fearful of Mira turning on her, but she was also nervous about the injuries not being the only ones that Mira had sustained. Though with her face clearing up, the second fear slowly started to subside. A smile again spread over Fiore’s face as she shrugged. “You need to sleep; I didn’t mean to wake you” How could she convey that she was slightly excited to have someone to converse with that wasn’t trying to order her to kill something?

The alcohol helped Fiore control her mental state, it sort of numbed everything and she could actually think straight. Pointing out the change of clothing for Mira, she nodded with approval. “My clothes fit you well, but you should eat more – they’re loose around your waist.” Reaching towards the blankets she stripped them off Mira and studied her for a moment, then tossed them back down. “The bacta is working fine yeah? I rubbed it on you while you were sleeping.” She blinked blankly as she couldn’t believe she just admitted to that.

Still she oddly wanted praise for it, a thank you for it. A sheepish smile spread across her face as she shrugged and looked towards Mira. Trying to change the subject quickly, she ran her hands through her dark brunette hair and shrugged once more. “My name by the way is Fiore. What do they call you Jedi?” A stare with a wrinkled nose as Fiore awaited the answer. She scooted closer slightly, the cold was starting to get to her and she already knew it had gotten to Mira. Remembering something she had read before coming to Hoth concerning body heat and others, she blushed slightly and pushed the thought aside.

Why would anyone want to do something like that after the other person shot your ship down? Smooth move Fiore.

[member="Mira Rekali"]

 

[Writer]

Mira could feel the sudden nervousness from Fiore, the quick explanations and rapid changing of subject – then finally the admission. It didn’t take a shipwright to figure out that she had seen Mira down to well, her birthday suit. She had figured that out once she woke up and felt a bit cleaner than before and most certainly warmer. The blood was circulating once again through her veins and she felt nice and toasty, until Fiore ripped the sheets free from her and then tossed them back. Mira let off something similar to a growl and rolled up in the sheets, curling them around her hands tighter than she did moments before.

“I appreciate what you have done.” She said through gritted teeth, meaning it genuine but suddenly feeling an influx of anger after being exposed to the frigid air. “You know, you could always turn up those lamps and throw some more stuff on the fire.” She suggested as she looked over at the flames and then Fiore. A sigh escaped her lips as Fiore introduced herself and then addressed her in such a manner that reminded Mira of the vision she had – and not the part that was of seduction and love, but of cold blooded killing. She opted to roll onto her other side, pulling the sheets closer to her chin, staring at her deactivated droid before letting off an audible sigh.

“Don’t call me Jedi like it’s some burden for you to be around me.” She said with a slight tone of anger. She would shrug lightly underneath the sheets as the side effects of the drugs were kicking in – the irritability factor obviously. “My name is Mira and I’m a human being, just like you. Just because I have the Force doesn’t make me any different.” Yeah, sure, it might strike a nerve and she might find herself stabbed to death when she fell asleep but she wasn’t in a mood for caring. “By the sounds of it, you know what the Force is or rather, was.” She murmured. “So go ahead, pull your blade and threaten me – do whatever makes you feel better at night.”

She turned to look at Fiore. “Just know, you’ll always be a slave to whoever is telling you to do that.” Her gaze would revert back to the wall a few meters ahead of her, waiting for the inevitable threats or outburst.

[member="Fiore Cœur de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

Taking the advice from Mira about the fire, she tossed a few more pieces of burning wood and turned up the heaters. When it was just her it didn’t take a lot to heat up, but with two people now it was different. There were many adjustments she needed to make for having another person in camp. “Mira.” She repeated the girl’s name before answering about being different. “You are different for having the Force, you have an advantage over people like me and people who have never been in tune with it.” Fiore watched the fire grow as she poked it with the end of a pole. “It’s a gift not many have, even though it seems like everyone has it.”

She looked over at Mira and shook her head. “If I was going to kill you I wouldn’t have healed you, fed you or let you sleep. The others only took a matter of minutes, but for some reason I can’t go through with it with you.” Tilting her head to the side she continued to ponder her situation. She could be the victim of a mind trick, Mira did talk enough to do so, but it was difficult to mind trick her with the Force being so disconnected from her. “So claiming that you’re not special and that you’re not different is an insult. Because you are different and special. I just haven’t figured it out.” After the fire had grown substantially, Fiore moved away from it and back to Mira’s cot. Unlike before, where she made sure her back was never facing the Jedi, she leaned her back against the bar of the cot and watched the fire.

“I was trained till I was 13, something happened during the crisis they call the Dark Harvest. My Master called it a Phobis Device – I was training to be a battle meditator for the Republic. I was special, it’s a skill not many know or are capable of doing. I was 8 at the time I think. Hard to remember” Seeing another crate, Fiore remembered what was inside and flipped the latch. There were a few bottles inside and she grabbed one and popped the cap. More cheap Corellian Whiskey. Taking a sip, she felt the warmth of the liquid once more and sighed softly.

“I kill to humble the Jedi and the Sith. The conflict they have with each other really messes up the world. Also, I’m hunting down my old Master.” Glancing over her shoulder, she had never told anyone that. No one knew why she truly did what she did. The Templars were just an excuse to do her hunting, it was why she was usually left to her own devices. The Templars arrested and set up trials, Fiore killed, her justice was her blades. Standing, she leaned over Mira so that she was able to see the girl’s face. Fingers brushed against her hair, and then against her cheek. “You’re still cold.”

[member="Mira Rekali"]

 

[Writer]

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The Dark Harvest….

That had been a few years before she was born – but Fiore didn’t look much older than Mira was. Then again, the Netherworld crisis threw everything into disarray, including the aging of the Rekali-Gyndar children and half the people she knew. Mira knew what Fiore felt, the thirst for vengeance and the desire to put an end to the life of someone who took so much from her. She shifted under the blankets as Fiore touched her hair, looking up at her and then to the wall ahead. “Let me tell you a story…” She said bluntly and out of the clear blue. “There was a young girl, ambitous and free-spirited and this girl walked across the stars in search of adventure and excitement.” She whispered quietly. “On one such adventure, she went searching for the Holocron of Luke Skywalker and discovered it in the abandoned Jedi Temple on Ilum.” She would blink a couple of times, taking a breath before she continued.

“But the girl was not alone, a vile being known as [member="Darth Vornskr"], an abomination of darkness had been scouring the Galaxy in a conquest of his own.” Mira sat up and brought the covers over herself, leaning forward as a hand came out from beneath the blanket to grasp Fiore’s hand and gently place it into her lap. Her right eye would begin to brim with tears but the left was brimming with something else – crimson liquid that was none other than her own blood. Mira blinked slowly, staring ahead at the world beyond the camp, beyond Fiore – she could make out the blurring snowflakes and the wind that howled across the icy plains. Her hand gripped Fiore's own within her lap as she continued to tell her tale of woe.

“He was trying to find a way to hurt the Sword of the Jedi, through her children. And on the frozen tundra of Ilum, he found his prey.” The liquid brimming at her eyes would stream down her face, but Mira remained motionless as she spoke. “The girl fought against the creature of darkness but was ultimately defeated – she was critically wounded with the loss of her eye, but the dark one didn’t go unpunished. He too suffered wounds he would have to recover from.” Mira would let off something that resembled a half-hearted chuckle. “He took the girl, dragged her through the snow and ice and threw her into the deepest, darkest dungeon that one could imagine.” The stream of tears and blood would just continue to flow, dripping down upon her blanket as she stared ahead. Mira appeared to be in a daze as each moment played back through her mind.

“The circles of Chaos would have been more pleasant than what the girl experienced, but she did not break. When he was through with her – he sold her off to the Hutts who took the very thing she loved from her by attacking a collar around her neck and chaining her up.” She gritted her teeth. “She would endure pain and punishment that paled in comparison to what she would bring upon her enemies but she couldn’t feel the Force – to let it fuel her.” Her emotions were raw and the chains of darkness were once again being tempted by those very emotions but with the presence of Fore, they seemed to be relatively in-check. “Eventually, she would escape and flee to a desert world where she lived in exile for months – until her family found her and brought her home.”

She began to blink rapidly, looking from the distance to Fiore. “It’s not hidden secret that I suffered greatly but I learned in my exile, that vengeance will not take away my pain and sorrow – it’ll only make it stronger.” She heaved a sigh. “I had to let go, trust in the Force and control my emotions.”

[member="Fiore Cœur de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

The story was sad and it reminded Fiore of parts of her life that were just sometimes too painful to remember. It was a curious thing seeing blood tears shed from Mira’s eye, it just solidified her assumption that the girl in the story was Mira. She allowed her hand to be held as the story continued, Fiore made a mental note taking the name Vornskr down. He was another force user – one that seemed to be sick with his own power. A perfect target. She would need to pick Mira’s brain more over this Vornskr. There was something odd about her desire to find him and kill him, was it because of the tale she was just told or was it because killing Sith just seemed more satisfying? It was a question she was going to need to pick apart when she was alone.

Remembering that she was going to be alone again once Mira could get off Hoth, forced a frown on her face. She didn’t want to be alone; it was nice having someone to talk to even if the circumstances weren’t the most ideal. Still, it was a good reminder and she stopped herself from giving into whatever was affecting her. Slowly, she pulled her hands from Mira’s grasp in her lap and slightly shook her head. “After all of that, you didn’t fall. You must be a strong Jedi.” Standing at the cot’s side, Fiore allowed her arms to hang at her side as she looked at Mira from under her chocolate brown bangs. “After your exile, you had someone looking for you, you had the Force, there was something for you to return to.” Turning her back towards the woman she looked at the fire and kicked a stray piece of half burnt wood back into the flames.

“I don’t have anything besides my vengeance. It’s not about making myself feel better, it’s about handling unfinished business. A Jedi like my master shouldn’t be allowed to live. There’s nothing that would make me feel better, if I wanted to feel better I would figure out how to change what had happened to me.” Waving her hand, she looked back at Mira,” But I know that’s impossible. We can’t change the past we can only deal with the present and hope the future is better.” Brushing aside her bangs, she moved back towards Mira and knelt down besides the cot, they were eye level with each other and she reached out and brushed aside one of the tears that stained her pale face.

A smirk spread across her face, pulling at the corners of her lips while she spoke. “I will kill this Vornskr, you may not desire revenge – so I’ll do it for you. Karma is something I believe in – now that I do not have the Force.” The thought of the hunt and the kill excited her especially because this hunt and this kill something had stopped her – some unknown entity decided to humanize the assassin this time.

[member="Mira Rekali"]

 

[Writer]

Mira shook her head softly, gently pulling the hand of Fiore away from her face. “No, Vornskr is my burden to bear – not yours.” She took a breath and laid back down in the cot. “Besides, he has been killed and resurrected twice over since that time – it’s just a matter of stopping him when the third time comes or even using my father’s gun.” The gun she referred to was the Lonesome Gun, the gun that would end it all. She looked up at Fiore as she wiped away the tears with a hand before snuggling up underneath the blankets and rolling onto her side. “There was something else.” Mira took sighed softly.

“When I was asleep, I had a vision – but it doesn’t mean it will come true so bare that in mind.” She shrugged lightly beneath the covers. She would go into detail of the vision, of the past and of the one present. Each and every detail and the overwhelming emotion she felt when she saw Fiore and the passion, desire and then ultimately – the sensation of betrayal. When her tale was finished, she found herself looking at Fiore, examining her. She didn’t know what the other would say. How would she take it? Would she react negatively? Would she just leave Mira there and be on her way? Would it be yet again, another rant about the Jedi?

Mira couldn’t say how she felt – she didn’t know. She just knew this girl, but there was a familiar presence about her, like she had met her before – maybe in another life. Then if someone were to look at the current circumstances, she did shoot her down and had her bound when they first met – now, they were talking like nothing had happened. A curious thing, as it were.

[member="Fiore Cœur de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

Fiore felt her hand pulled from Mira’s face. She listened to the comment about Vornskr and how he was her burden and capable of returning to the living. Her face grew red with anger, this was exactly the reason why there were some that didn’t deserve the gift they were given. They abused it and became monstrosities with it. The force was bastardized in the hands of people like Vornskr and her infuriation justified her vengeance, in her mind at least. Mira settled in and Fiore held on to her frustration trying to plot out a way to get more information about this Vornskr, despite Mira’s comment - Fiore was still going to hunt him down and kill him. If he came back she would kill him again, until the end of time.

Lips parted, but she was cut off by the other girl’s words. She had begun to speak again and Fiore settled back and listened. Mira spoke of the vision in detail sharing everything that had occurred. Fiore sat there blinking blankly as she listened to the things that her vision self had done. As Mira continued, Fiore rested her hands on her lap and the further the vision went especially when Mira spoke of the passion and the emotion that they shared - Fiore gripped her pants tightly till her knuckles turned white. She couldn't imagine ever doing those things with another person, touching them in that way and kissing them. The last part though, the stabbing was something more up her alley - thought that was the part that got to her the most.

There were no words that Fiore could find in her mind. She was more dumbfounded and surprised that someone she just tried to kill twice would have a vision like this. Blue eyes blinked and avoided Mira’s gaze for a moment as she gathered her thoughts - which were inhibited from the whiskey she drank to try and sleep. Still not speaking, she moved closer and mumbled under her breath as she remembered some of her previous lessons on visions. “Th-The Force lies. Visions - they show us…” She moved closer trying to continue focus her thoughts. She wanted to know what it was like to do the things the vision said she did - human contact, something beyond what her Commander and her Master had explained. “...shows us what we want to see…” She had moved her head close enough to Mira, close enough that she brushed the tip of her nose against the Jedi’s softly. Lips drawing closer as she finished her statement, “and what we fear the most and what we desire to feel…”

A voice rang in the back of her mind, a old lesson from her past and it shook her for a moment pulling her away from her own emotions and desires. Attachments are dangerous, Padawan! The man’s voice sent a chill down her spine and she began to move away from Mira. “Attachments are dangerous…” She repeated softly under her breath.

[member="Mira Rekali"]

 

[Writer]

The Force lies…?

The emotions she felt in the vision were real, but always in motion was the future – it never was a certain thing. That is what she knew for sure.

Mira sat up as Fiore grew closer to her, her garnet eyes shot back and forth between the azure orbs of the woman before her. Fiore was close enough that Mira could smell the honey scent of the whiskey on her breath and the alluring aroma of her skin – the scent of a blossom from Kashyyyk. As their flesh made contact through the tip of their noses, Mira’s eyes began to close – halfway at first as she was drawn into Fiore’s whispers. She was like a wayward starship being pulled in by a gaping black hole in space – unable to control her destination. Her heart began to beat harder and faster as their lips made a brief contact, but only enough to tease Mira and send a chill down her spine. Her eyes remained partially open, as she listened about attachments.

Mira felt sensations that drove her inner most feelings to the edge of madness, she couldn’t help it. There was something about Fiore that the Force was throwing her into the direction of the girl – but what was it? As Fiore began to withdraw, Mira closed her eyes and both hands came out from beneath the blanket in a flash – it was a moment that was driven by foolishness and unrefined emotions. Her hands would find their way to the cheeks of Fiore, clasping them gently as she pulled her back to her – lips touching the silken lips of the other. She’d try to find a way to embrace her in an intense kiss, one where their tongues would collide like waves of the ocean crashing against the rocks of a cliff. Her hands held their position upon her cheeks, knowing full well that there might be a negative outcome from her brash move – but she had to know for certain if there was something else in Fiore. The girl was good at hiding her emotions, good enough to where Mira couldn't sense what she was feeling, Mira just had to know.

[member="Fiore Cœur de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

Surprise wasn’t something Fiore understood as an emotion. Yet, there it was written all over her face as she was pulled back towards Mira. Hands finding their place on the cot while her lips pressed into the girl she had shot down. Eyes remained wide open for a moment, mind exploding trying to figure out what was going on and how to actually do this the right way. She did make note that the girl’s lips were softer than she had expected – tender and sweet like a fruit. Slowly, Fiore closed her eyes and enjoyed the tender moment. It was nice to feel close to someone like this, the care and attention was something she liked. Hands confused at where to go lingered for a moment and then reached out to rest on Mira’s thighs.

It felt like a life time and Fiore was running out of breath. She would learn to breathe through her nose eventually, but for now she was dying to take a deep breath. A hand rested against a spot in the middle of Mira’s chest as she pulled away. Her forehead rested for just a moment, then she completely pulled herself away from the Jedi. Her mind focused on whatever primal emotions were going through her body. She didn’t know what to do next, but she wanted something more. Hands fully pulled away from Mira and her eyes felt to stare at the bar that kept the cot. “You’re a Jedi like I was, you know how dangerous attachments are.” Remembering the end of the vision, Fiore looked towards her viroblades.

“Aren’t you afraid?”

[member="Mira Rekali"]

 

[Writer]

She felt the pressing of Fiore’s hand against her chest, the anxiety bursting from her – a mixture of confusion and excitement as the passionate embrace lingered for a moment and she pulled away from her. Mira’s eyes would flutter open as the clutch of life through their kiss was taken from her, slowly and almost painfully. She blinked a few times as the diverted gaze of Fiore spoke volumes, there was fear. Although she couldn’t sense it, she knew that look all too well, she had seen it before. Many times in her life there had been unspoken fear through the gaze of another – beyond what was infront of her. She had done it more times than she could count, tried to put on some false sense of bravado in order to rally what courage she could in order to press on.

This was different, this was on a completely different emotional scale.

Mira gulped and thought back to what her mother trained her.

‘Don’t ever get attached to something you aren’t willing to let go Mira, we’re at war.’ The voice of her mother echoed through her mind. Her gaze fell upon her hands which had fallen from Fiore’s face and into her lap. They were trembling slightly – perhaps from the mad rush of emotions and adrenaline, maybe from the fear of being betrayed and hurt as she saw in her vision, or maybe from everything. The assassin had a point, attachments were dangerous but to live life without the sensation that she felt just then – was like living life without air in her lungs.

She had to be certain somehow.

Her eyes remained fixated upon her hands as she shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe?”

[member="Fiore Cœur de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

Without the force she couldn’t read emotions, so instead Fiore trained to watch involuntary movements. She caught the slight tremble in Mira’s hands, but instead of linking it to what had just happened, she assumed the girl was cold. Leaning back slightly she grabbed a few more pieces of fuel for the fire and tossed them in. The flames grew a bit giving off more heat for the both of them. Fiore was surprised that Mira was cold because after what had just happened she was burning up. She was still close to the cot, so she took a chance and moved to sit on it once again close to the Jedi. It was moments like this, that she missed the Force. The way two people could connect through it was surreal and she had heard stories of it.

Blue eyes closed as she remembered how she felt when she connected with others through battle meditation. Holding onto their hopes and wishes to survive then enhancing them so that they would fight harder and believe. It was a warm feeling, very much like how she felt right now. It had been so long since she had felt anything besides anger and hate. Hesitating, her hand rose slightly then soon grasped Mira’s. Fingertips gently running along the backs of the girl’s hand. Fiore felt the tender flesh that was Mira’s hands against her rough and worked palms. The contrast was nice, but she felt bad for Mira. “I’m afraid. The way I am drawn to you is different. I’m afraid of what I’m supposed to do, what I have become. Things would have been easier if we had met in the Temple.”

Fiore was a Templar, but not just any Templar – she was one meant to kill and then ask questions. She was the clean-up crew. She was by her orders meant to kill Mira, bring her saber back to the Templars and add it to her collection. Though the thought of killing her made Fiore sick to her stomach and as she fought with her mind, her grasp on Mira’s hands tightened. She couldn’t feel emotions, but she wondered if all of this had happened because of this vision. “Did you kiss me…because of your vision…or did you want to?” Not waiting for an answer, Fiore grasped the collar of Mira’s shirt and pulled her back in for another kiss, this time not scared or shy – but passionate and desperate.

[member="Mira Rekali"]

 

[Writer]

Of course, Mira returned the squeeze from Fiore – maybe as a sign of reassurance to the Jedi assassin, but of course it would come down to the words that Fiore spoke after to which Mira’s eyebrows furrowed. As she went to rebuttal, she was hit with a question to which she stammered out a partial response that was muffled by a kiss from Fiore. Mira tried to return it, but something within her burned. It wasn’t that hatred sensation that one tends to get when they are angry, it was a distraught feeling that hit her in the very core of her being. She pulled her hand free from Fiore’s and both hands came to the chest of the assassin and pushed her back, Mira standing up quickly to look down upon her with eyes of pain.

“You, really!?" She said hurtfully. “You expect me to just, answer you like that after you claim we walk different paths – then you want me to show you…” Mira cut herself off as she turned and looked around the camp rapidly, anger boiling in her heart as she stomped over to the crate that held her lightsaber and Pixel next to it. She snatched the saber off the top and moved back over to Fiore and slammed the hardened metal into her chest. “There, take it back to your Masters and tell them you killed me – do it, I don’t ever want to see you again.” Which was a lie, but what Mira felt was something that she had never experienced before and she felt right in what she was saying.

She wouldn’t allow Fiore to object, instead she moved back over to Pixel and flipped the drop back on. As he came to, he’d let out a loud warble and several beeps of agitation before rotating up to look at the wounded looking Mira and then rotate down and over to look at Fiore. He’d repeat it twice before he suddenly rolled forward with a sudden quickness – his electroshock prod and began to zap at the assassin. Meanwhile, Mira would move to the outer edge of the camp, with her flightsuit and other items in hand. She didn’t need her damned saber – Fiore needed proof of a kill, she got something alright.

[member="Fiore Cœur de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

Interaction with other people was never Fiore’s strong point. Case and point played out in front of her as she didn’t understand what she had said wrong. The lightsaber was shoved into her chest and Mira’s words cut into her. The one time she had actually felt something close to happiness was quickly ripped from her. She stumbled backwards from the Droid that had come at her with its shocker, she did her best to avoid it, but it eventually caught her and she yelped in pain. She watched Mira gather her things and leave the Base. It seemed morning had come on Hoth and the fairytale that Fiore was living had come to an end.

“Mira! Mira!” The girl kept walking and Fiore slumped onto her cot. She looked at the saber and sighed. The alcohol had worn off and the voices in her mind picked up quickly. Each one mocking her for her foolishness in believing the Jedi. It was all a trick. Jedi can’t be trusted. She fooled you she fooled you! Should have slit her throat when you had the chance. She tricked you! Foolish Foolish! Fiore closed her eyes as she buried her face into her hands still clutching the lightsaber. She had to chase after her, but her body didn’t want to move. Everything that had been said, everything that she had shared with her didn’t mean anything. Now, Mira knew of her which mean the rest of the Jedi would know of her and her weakness. Hurt quickly turned to anger as she stood up quickly and ignited the blade. Quickly in the memorized fluid motions of her training, the saber cut through the entire camp. Shouts of pain echoed as she continued to destroy every piece of equipment and survival gear she had left. Boots made contact with crates as she kicked them across the room. The fit lasted for a few minutes and the blade deactivated and she collapsed to her knees in exhaustion.

Everything around her smoked from the lightsaber attack and the fire had died since she had kicked over the pot with water in it. The heaters she had installed were sliced in half and the cold would come sooner or later. Cursing, she pulled out her holocom and connected with one of the commanders. “I’ve run out of supplies.” The small figure looked around and could see the damage of the equipment. “You’ve had an outburst again I see.” Fiore frowned. “No, I fought a Jedi – I…” She paused and looked down at the deactivated lightsaber. “I killed her. Please send a transport to pick up me and my ship.” The small figure nodded and signed off. Looking at her cot she noticed she had destroyed it, but in the mess of her tantrum, she had completely missed the cot that Mira had slept in. Pulling up the hood on the shirt she was wearing, she crawled into the blankets. The scent of lavender and vanilla reminded Fiore of the girl and it lingered on the pillow. Fiore held onto it tightly and cried silently. Crying herself to sleep was a common occurrence, but today her tears were of the new lost carved into her heart.

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[Writer]

Mira adjusted her jacket about herself as she stepped further into the abandoned base - a sigh escaping her lips as Pixel rolled up beside her and beeped softly. Mira shook her head and gestured ahead of them. "We have a reason as to why we came here, let's finish it and go home." The BB unit warbled a confirmation and leaned up, his holo-projector activating before Mira, allowing her a better look as to where she was. Luckily, Fiore had set up camp just half a click south of where she needed to be. The transport that was carrying relics of an old Jedi Temple weren't far - the crate that was carrying what she was looking for should be amongst the wreckage.

That was if she was correct about everything she read - and if the Skywalker Holocron hadn't misled her, or rather, she hadn't misunderstood it. Mira continued to trek forward, the snow storm having died down sometime in the middle of the night, so the exposed passages were relatively easy to get through as the snow wasn't packed in. She'd push through the powder like substance, following the beeping sound the Pixel made while tracking the location of the lost freighter. Mira's thoughts would occasionally go astray, back to Fiore - but she dismissed them with a growl in her throat. She wouldn't dare think of the girl, she cared nothing about Mira. All she appeared to care for was her job and everything that it meant - she was like some wayward bounty hunter. It was aggravating to say the least, a fuel for the fire that pushed Mira through the snow.

[member="Fiore Cœur de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

[SIZE=10pt]A few hours had passed and soon a transport team came to extract Fiore from her location. She was easy to find and had been sleeping in the cot holding on to the pillow that Mira had left behind. A fellow Templar moved towards the girl and nudged her slightly in the shoulder. She awoke and in a moment’s breath, she was tackling the man and holding the now ignited blade to his throat. Looking down at him, she could see the fear in his eyes – it was a good thing she didn’t swing to attack him. “Don’t do that ever again.” The Assassin climbed off the man and deactivate the lightsaber. The weapon felt so natural in her hand even after so many years. The weight was off, but she would soon get used to it. Having the saber made her want to return to Kashyyyk to find her own.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“That’s a Jedi weapon, why do you have it and why do you know how to use it?” The Templar adjusted his armor and moved to grab Fiore’s arm. She twisted her frame at the waist and held the saber to the belly of the armor as he grabbed her. “None of your business. Keep asking questions and I’ll leave you here.” A pause and then she turned and walked away. “Dead of course” Waving her head she headed towards the shuttle that had came to pick her up. The Templars gathered and began to pack her things up and moving them towards the ship. Fiore on the other hand sat on the shuttle waiting and looking at the saber. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]It didn’t take them long to get everything packed up and torch whatever they weren’t bringing. Fiore was to remain invisible as if she hadn’t been there at all. Closing her eyes she glanced out the window and spotted Mira working her way through the snow. Her chest tightened as she saw the woman, the others saw her as well and moved to figure out if she was a force user or not. Grabbing one of the blaster rifles she opened the shuttle entrance and pointed the weapon towards Mira. Of course, she was trained to kill – but like before she couldn’t. “Keep the shuttle on course and the rest of you focus up, I’ll handle the stray.” The blaster opened fire shooting several quick bursts around the area Mira was at. If she had looked up to see the source of the fire, she would see Fiore closing the shuttle door and pulling her hood up over her head.[/SIZE]

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[Writer]

The red plasma would rain down around her, causing Mira to look up with a glare – the ground beneath her would shake violently and she would fall – crying out towards Pixel as she slid down an embankment of snow into an icy cavern. As she tumbled for what seemed like forever, the stinging sensation of prickling needles would touch her expose skin as the frigid cold began to settle in. Mira cursed loudly as she came to a halt against what felt like metal. ‘Metal!?’ She thought to herself as she rolled onto her opposite side and saw the crate and the scattered debris around her. Mira quickly scrambled to her feet and looked around the icy cavern – all around were crates of different sizes and shapes, with the New Jedi Order logo on them.

“This must be where it dumped the cargo before it crashed….” She whispered before taking a knee next to the crate, a hand coming down to run along the edges of bent durasteel. “History, all this history.” So the stories were true about the pirates who raided the Temples and graves of Masters who had long since passed. Apparently the Force chose a fate for them that was suitable, crashing on Hoth was one thing – but to perish here was another. Mira called out to Pixel, who looked down into the gaping hole from above, it was time to start searching the crates.

[member="Fiore Cœur de Noir"]

 

[Writer]

And the search began.

Mira would start on one end and began to direct Pixel to search on the other end. The task was simple - recover what they could from the crates and contact the New Jedi Order. There had to be some way to take these relics back to Sullust and get them back into the archives for all to use and cherish. Through cold hands, Mira tore into the first crate - the sound of the metal grinding filled the cavern as she threw the lid off and onto the ground beside her. Nothing but datapads. Some of them were cracked, some in good condition. Who knew what information could be retrieved from them - that wasn't for her to find out, nor did she care at the moment. She was looking for text, holocrons, anything really tangible. So she pressed on. Mira moved to another crate and began to pry it open, groaning loudly as she pulled against the broken magnets before finally opening it. Like the lid before it, it would be thrown down into the snow and ice.

This crate was different - it held some parchment and a few wooden boxes with intricate designs upon them. Mira raised an eyebrow as she reached down to grab the first box, taking a breath as she did so. She could feel something warm inside, there had to be something - the Force was echoing through this particular box. She sat back on her haunches as she opened it, revealing a deep purple satin cloth concealing something beneath. Mira held her breath as she held the box with one hand and slowly unfolded the cloth with her other hand.

The hilt was beautiful despite it's slightly weathered appearance. She could feel the Force rippling off the saber - this had to be it, she was certain.

'Only one way to find out...' She thought to herself as she gently removed the saber from it's cradle and placed it upon the ground. With the saber in her hand, she examined it thoroughly before she held it out and ignited the violet blade with a unique snap that made Mira almost flinch. The soft hum of the lightsaber filled the cavern as she swung it a few times. It felt balanced and the curvature felt nice in her palm. This no doubt was her saber alright.