I'll Make a Forcie Out of You

[Scherezade deWinter]

[member="Daisy Americus"]​

Glowing green eyes stared at the greenery of the farmlands that were developing around the Americus' house, eyebrows raised. The last time she had been there, there was much more dust. That had been nearly a year ago; there'd been a gathering of the Americus clan, and Scherezade had been terrified at being surrounded by such a tight density of Mandalorians. Daisy had held her hand to calm her down and convinced her to try corn on the cob. Scherezade couldn't remember if she liked it or not. She'd been drunk.

And here she was now again. Things had happened while Scherezade had been gone, but the amount she missed her best friend Daisy had not dwindled during any part of it. Yet while she was gone, Daisy had also had more instances with the Force – instances that she couldn't control, due to her lack of training. Madalena had told her about some of it, though she'd refused to go too deeply into detail. And Scherezade had also told Daisy that she needed training, especially after the events of Mechis III.

A small smile came to Scherezade's lips. Her friendship with Daisy had been a shining light in months that had been full of Darkness. Daisy was one of the people you couldn't possible hate or feel negatively towards to – Scherezade had tried, right after she'd cut Daisy's brother's throat on the sandy beaches of Castagne. The two had later become close friends, and while she'd never actually told Daisy, that friend ship was one of the two that kept Scherezade from going entirely off the rail much earlier than she eventually had. She'd told Josh, and wanted to tell Daisy, how much she regretted that she had not met them before she'd been broken. How she regretted that she couldn't be the friend they deserved because of how awful she was.

But now Scherezade was alive again, and in her own body. And there were things she was not going to give up on – her best girl friend being one of them. Daisy was untrained with the Force, and while she'd managed just fine up until now, Scherezade knew what lay in store. She knew that unless her busty friend learned to control it, it was only a matter of time before it controlled her. And that simply would not do. Scherezade didn't have many friends, but she was more than willing to protect those she had with her very life. And if Daisy would only work with her, it wouldn't have to come to that.

Besides, it would also help the both of them when they shared the battlefield. Scherezade loved taking big ugly things down with her friend by her side.

And so, Scherezade put a big bright smile on her face, and knocked on the door, a bag in her hand holding a long beautiful row of ribs she'd gotten off some game a mere few hours earlier.

 

[Daisy Americus]

Daisy walked around her family home with a bow tied in lengths of rich golden hair. It fell straight then in natural curls that made her seem much younger than she actually was from time to time. Betty Americus, her mother, had just finished baking butter cookies and quin-berry cake. They were sitting on the window sill to cool while the elder daughter tidied up the dwelling for their guest. [member="Scherezade deWinter"] was supposed to drop by and she wanted to make sure everything was just right.

The pillows on the sofa had all been cleaned and fluffed while every soft piece of fabric had been washed and dried in the noon-day sun to give that feeling of farm living. Everything was spick and span, touched with love, and hardly, looked like a household that belonged to a Mandalorian. There were no weapons in sight. Mama didn’t like them to be visible. It was bad for the children that came over from the village for a check-up. Someone was going to lose an eye if they found a slugthrower laying around.

Instead, any weaponry that the family needed could be accessed, easily, through hidden compartments in the walls, ceiling, and furniture. Easily—If one knew where to look.

The young woman heard a knock at the door and a smile blossomed on her features. She was wearing a pair of denims that had been cut and hemmed exceedingly short an over-sized crop-top that fell sneakily over her shoulder. Daisy could feel Scherezade on the other side of it. Just slightly. Her aura was like a tickle of wind. The scent of copper and ice. “Ya coulda just come in you know?”, she chastised lightly, but, it would be clear in her eyes that it was full of warmth.

If it were anyone else she would have reached out to hug them, but instead, she gave her a smile that made her nose scrunch a little with how wide it was. Aquamarine eyes drifted down toward the bag the shapely brunette was holding. What was it? The darkening of the bag told her it was definitely something dead. “What did you bring for ma this time? Is it bantha steak?”

Regardless the response she ushered Scherezade inside and led her toward the kitchen. Strangely, it was a far more elaborate space than the living areas. There was a long, long table, with plenty of seating. It was clear that this was where the family chose to bond. “What can ah get ya? A little black ale? Tihaar?”

“Or…”, Daisy gave a sly grin, “Cream on the rocks?”

She knew the answer before she asked it, but, still liked to give Scherezade her options anyway. In all honesty Daisy was just trying not to act a fool of herself. She loved Scherezade. She loved Madalena. She didn’t want to lose either of them, ever, and it was a dream come true to have them both. She pulled out a tall glass and began to load it with ice from the chiller. “Ah wasn’t expectin’ you today, but, ah’m glad you’re here. Will you be stayin’ long?”

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

[member="Daisy Americus"]​

It was a good thing that Scherezade had no clue about the extra cleaning that was going on before her arrival. If anything, it might have been the single thing that would have kept her from coming over and postponed the amount of the time it would take until she told Daisy that there were no other choices left but to train. And then it still would've taken several more months, probably, to get together outside of a mission. Though, come to think of it, maybe training during joined missions was going to be the easiest way to go about it once they'd covered the basics. Scherezade had several apprentices under her belt by now, which made her feel like she knew a thing or two about teaching, but they all seemed to die or disappear on her. Mmm. Better not mention that to Daisy.

As the door open and Daisy was revealed, Scherezade couldn't help but smile. Even drunk and broken, seeing Daisy had always made her smile, at least for a little bit. There was something about her blonde friend that just drew it out of her, even when nothing else could, even if only for a moment. She supposed it was part of her charm; how many people in this galaxy would try to befriend you when you're about to murder their brother instead of jump into the pile and help you murder him instead?

"Ribs," she answered, holding the bag up. It was bigger than her entire torso, and enough to feed a family of a million brothers. There was still some bleeding to it, but the fabric of the bag was holding it in so far. So expected it to continue to do until it was time to cook it and feed the entire Americus clan with it.

Stepping in, she took in the sights. Touched with love. It was a good way of describing it. Not the coldness that was her ship, with its walls covered to hide the blood spell and the emptiness that reigned there despite the two pets that her sister let her keep more often than not without actually pointing it out that the custody wasn't actually split 50-50 like they'd initially agreed on.

Following Daisy into the kitchen, Scherezade placed the ribs bag in the sink, not sure where else might be suitable. She pretty much expected anyone in the Americus family to know what to do with them, and while Daisy might have been tempted to offer they go and barbecue the ribs themselves, there would be none of that. The visit, this time, wasn't just friendly.

Smiling again, Scherezade nodded as the drink was offered. Cream on the rocks. It was a good way to call it, she supposed.

"Daisy," she said carefully as she motioned for her friend to sit by her, "this isn't just a social call."

She'd never been too good at the small talk portion of any conversation. It was others who had to lead them. But this time, she had a feeling that if she'd let Daisy do it as they usually went about it, they'd never get to the heart of the matter. And although she'd given Daisy the privacy and hadn't made the attempt to search with a spoon through her mind, she was kind of sure that the ex-Mando knew exactly what was going to happen.

So she didn't waste any time as she pulled a knife and tossed it, aiming right between her best friend's eyes.