Public Music for the Core’s Broken Heart

[Seren Gwyn]

The transport hall's lights glowed soft and warm—a rare gentleness in the Core's ceaseless motion. Seren stood slightly apart from the main walkway, her dark attire catching the light in a subdued sheen, the faintest suggestion of shadow curling around her boots like loyal, quiet things. Travelers passed without noticing the shift in the air around her, but power—subtle, poised, carefully leashed—hummed beneath the surface.

From across the hall, two figures approached: Mika Tai En, bright-eyed, purposeful, moving with a kinetic spark that always hinted at more beneath the surface; and Jesse Organa, whose calm presence carried the weight of lineage and music both, the kind of quiet strength that filled a room even before her voice did.

Seren's amber gaze lingered on each of them for a breath, then she lifted a hand. The ambient noise in the hall seemed to soften, just slightly—not silenced, but bowed.

"So," she said, her tone cool but warm at the edges, a sculpted calm. "The three of us step into the Core not as passengers…but as heralds."

Mika grinned—a spark ready to ignite. Jesse's posture tightened with focus, an artist preparing for the stage.

Seren continued, her voice carrying easily despite its softness.

"We are not here to give them a concert." A pause—measured, thoughtful. "We are here to give them a memory."

She shifted her attention to Mika first. "Mika Tai En—you bring fire. Emotion unfiltered, the raw pulse that wakes an audience from complacency. Your voice forces them to feel."

Then to Jesse. "Jesse Organa—you bring shape. Harmony, discipline, heritage. Your music reminds the Core who they were…and who they could be."

Last, she laid her fingertips briefly against her own collarbone, a gesture more symbolic than self-referential. "And I bring the space between."

The lights overhead flickered ever so slightly—not malfunctioning, but reacting.

"The quiet that gives their fire and structure meaning. The note held just long enough to change everything."

The transport doors hissed open, revealing the luminous sprawl of the Core metropolis—towers of durasteel, endless crowds, neon reflecting off polished stone, and the hush of anticipation from those waiting for the performance of a lifetime.

Seren inclined her head toward the passageway. "Shall we begin?"

Together, the three women crossed the threshold—not merely performers, but a convergence of flame, harmony, and shadow stepping into the heart of the galaxy.

Jesse Organa Mika Tai En

 

[Jesse Organa]

Seren Gwyn Mika Tai En

The sounds of the world were beautiful. She moved with a walk and was able to see Seran with a small nod of her head as she thought back to what had happened to get them here... well a lot had happened to her life but specifically why she would be here to sing and enjoy the moment. Serran had the idea and Mika was always interesting.. so there was a chance as she stretched out and the golden of her outfit was beautiful. Her lithe muscled body, long hair back in a ponytail and beautiful skin gleamed with exotic oils from around the galaxy.

The grand opera house of Coruscant gleams under the perpetual twilight of the ecumenopolis, its crystalline spires piercing the smog-veiled sky like lightsaber blades frozen mid-clash. Holographic chandeliers float above velvet seats filled with senators, smugglers, and shadowed Sith acolytes in disguise. The air hums with the low thrum of a jizz orchestra vibroharps and synth-strings tuned to the rhythm of distant hyperspace lanes. It is the height of the glittering decay, and on the central stage, illuminated by a cascade of azure spotlights, stands Jesse Organa.

She is a vision of defiant grace: at 5'4" and a lithe body, her human form transcendent and unapologetic moves with the fluid poise of a Master dancer who has danced on the edge of the Force's wild currents. Her dark hair cascades in intricate braids adorned with silver Twi'lek beads, echoing the elegant severity of her Jedi robes reimagined for the stage: a flowing gown of iridescent Naboo silk that clings like a lover's whisper, slit high to reveal tattoos of ancient Mandalorian runes glowing faintly with midichlorian ink. Hoop earrings of polished cortosis swing like captured stars, and her eyes sharp as a vibroblade hold the galaxy's secrets. Force-sensitive to her core, she channels the song not just with voice, but with subtle waves of emotion that ripple through the audience, stirring forgotten midnights and phantom touches.

This is no mere performance; it is a beguine a hypnotic sway of music and memory, born from the sultry nights of tropical worlds but twisted here into a lament for loves lost to the Jedi Code. As the orchestra strikes the first languid chord, Jesse's voice rises, velvet and thunder, pulling the crowd into a shared reverie. The flashback unfurls like a holocron's projection: a stolen night under Endor's whispering leaves, where the hum of blaster fire fades to the pulse of two hearts entwined against the stars...

Jesse steps forward, her gown shimmering like a lightsaber's afterglow, arms extended as if embracing an invisible partner. The jizz winds weave in, evoking the rustle of wroshyr leaves.

When they begin the beguine
It brings back the whisper of the Force so tender
It brings back a night of Endorian splendor
It brings back a memory, evergreen

I'm with you once more 'neath the binary stars
And down by the shore of the Silver Sea's scars
A jizz band's igniting, the shadows are swaying
When they begin the beguine

She spins slowly, eyes closing as phantom fireflies bioluminescent glow-lanterns flicker in the air, summoned by her subtle Force nudge. The audience leans in, breaths synchronized.

To live it again is past all endeavor
Except when that melody seizes my heart
And there we are, vowing through hyperspace apart
And swearing to love, eternal, never to part

Thus we pledge the deepest blue of the void
And then, presently, presently
Oh, what a clash of sabers, what a holodrama
Presently, presently
All the stars align in the past
Presently, presently
The hyperdrive's cold, the chase is over
All except the last

The lights dim to a crimson haze, mimicking a Coruscant sunset. Jesse's voice drops to a husky timbre, her fingers tracing the air as if igniting an invisible kyber crystal.

When they begin the beguine
And there I am, back in your arms once more
So tenderly yielding to the dark side's lure
I told you I loved you, yes, through the Force I poured
When we begin the beguine

The orchestra swells a frenzy of electric mandolins and throbbing bass drums, like the roar of a podrace on Malastare. Jesse glides across the stage, her form blurring with Force-enhanced grace, leaping in arcs that defy gravity. Holographic projections bloom: lovers silhouetted against Tatooine's twin suns, a stolen kiss amid the ruins of a fallen Temple. The crowd is entranced, some wiping tears, others gripping armrests as buried passions awaken.

Building to a crescendo, Jesse's voice soars, laced with raw midi-chlorian power. She extends a hand toward the audience, as if pulling them into the memory.

To live it again is past all endeavor
Except when that melody seizes my heart
And there we are, vowing through hyperspace apart
And swearing to love, eternal, never to part

Thus we pledge the deepest blue of the void
And then, presently, presently
Oh, what a clash of sabers, what a holodrama
Presently, presently
All the stars align in the past
Presently, presently
The hyperdrive's cold, the chase is over
All except the last

As the final notes fade, Jesse stands center stage, chest heaving, a single tear tracing her cheek Force-amplified for all to feel its weight. The beguine lingers in the air like exhaust from a smuggling run.

When they begin the beguine
And there I am, back in your arms once more
So tenderly yielding to the dark side's lure
I told you I loved you, yes, through the Force I poured
When we begin... the beguine.

The applause erupts like a barrage of turbolaser fire, but Jesse's gaze is distant, lost in the echo of that Endorian night. The memory as she had come off of the stage and gotten the enjoyable moment of the offer to work with the others came.​

She hadn't really seen it as a bad thing, a chance to travel around and do something new at least so she was more then glad to try it out. "Oh you know it." She said it looking at Seran with a grin on her face. A lot had changed with the fall of the alliance and the Organa's had well most had move to the Republic which when that had fallen or been close to it they had jumped to the alliance. Leave it to them to be certain of one or two things... that they would always politically survive. Jesse moved though as she looked at the woman with a smile on ehr face as she spoke. "like the outfit." She said it while showing off the outfit.

Her skin, a flawless canvas of luminous golden-hued porcelain kissed by the faint iridescence of stardust, glows with an inner radiance that rivals the heart of a distant supernova, every subtle contour a testament to the Force's harmonious artistry. Raven tresses, spun from the infinite black of event horizons, tumble in wild yet elegant waves down her back, threaded with delicate filaments of thin Endorian glow-vines that pulse softly like captured aurorae. This midnight cascade frames a face of cataclysmic beauty: cheekbones honed sharper than a beskar edge, ascending like the pinnacles of ancient temples; lips, plush and gently curved in quiet contemplation, tinted the soft crimson of a blooming rose on Alderaan; and eyes abyssal pools of molten amber swirling with emerald nebulae that hold the soul with a gaze both wise and wondrous, promising horizons yet unexplored.

Yet it is her attire that elevates her to the stature of a celestial guardian, a golden intricate masterpiece that adorns her form like the mantle of a star-forged legend, reimagining the threads of destiny as luminous threads of wonder. The top, a breathtaking lattice of cortosis-infused aurodium filigree hammered links and interlocking chains as fine as spider-silk from the forests of Kashyyyk crisscrosses her torso in a hypnotic web of opulent geometry, each chain etched with micro-runes of ancient script and lore that shimmer and shift like living constellations under her Force-attuned touch. Tassels of gilded beads, each one a tiny orb harvested from the crystal caverns of Ilum, dangle in graceful fringes from the edges, swaying with every breath like the pendulums of a cosmic clock, catching the dappled moonlight in a dance of subtle sparkle.

This resplendent harness extends its imperial elegance downward in a seamless cascade of embellished splendor: sinuous chains coil around her midriff like vines guarding a sacred grove, flaring into a skirt of layered golden mesh that drapes her form with the poise of a royal cloak slit gracefully to reveal the marble-smooth expanse of her legs, veined with subtle silver filigree tattoos that trace constellations of wisdom and resolve, pulsing faintly with the rhythm of her steady heartbeat. Bracelets of interlocking aurodium cuffs, studded with opalescent Alderaanian gems that capture the light like ensnared stars, encircle her wrists, chiming softly with the melody of distant wind chimes on storm-swept worlds. Matching anklets delicate chains adorned with tiny kyber shards accentuate the elegant arches of her feet, transforming each step into a ritual of luminous poise.

A choker of the same burnished gold, woven with threads of iridescent Naboo silk, encircles her slender throat like a collar of honored constellations, its central medallion a flawless disc of polished aurebesh script proclaiming her as "Eternal Flame" resting just above the hollow of her collarbone, drawing the eye to the quiet pulse of vitality there, a beacon of enduring light. In this garb, Jesse is no mere memory but a tempest of beauty incarnate, her presence a gentle Force breeze that stirs the senses, leaving admirers adrift in a sea of awe, forever touched by the glimpse of soul-stirring splendor.