Miarta
The Stereotypes of the Past Shall Never Define Me
Miarta stared nervously at her datapad for several minutes before finally bringing up the app she needed. She slowly punched in the number, hesitating for several minutes before hitting the call button. She waited impatiently for the ringing to stop and someone to answer her. It had been a month since she had been rescued from that strange ship out on the edge of the galaxy along with that other mysterious person. She had decided after meeting another Jedi who did not immediately despise her, that maybe it was worth a shot after all. The ringing finally stopped. Miarta didn't even wait for the other person to speak before blurting out her request. "Can you meet me on Coruscant? I want to be a Jedi." She said nervously, waiting for a reply.
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