Nostalgia - That's What I Feel!

[Nikolas Faselli]

Naboo.

Again.

But why was Maria going to Naboo?

Again?

Maria remembered the ship she had bought from the Rahvin Industries. Reverie had been her mighty companion for some time, but as surprising as it was, the ship was no more. Completely destroyed, crashed on the planet of Ossus. Now she had to find a new one, though she knew none of the ships would be as lovely to her as the luxury ship was. Trying to keep her style, she had decided to buy a new luxury starship, though. It required her to use a lot of her money (which was already running short), but she had to do that. A Jedi, even a being of the galaxy, would be nothing without a trusty ship which would get her owner to places.

Maria was no exception. As much as she admired public transport, she needed a ship of her own, one she could control, one she could fly. Well, yes, she was really bad at flying, but the feeling of having something of her own was the thing she enjoyed. Jedi weren't supposed to have that feeling, though.

She had been to Naboo once, and that had been when she had still been the Witch of Arx Mortis. It felt like it had been a really long time ago now, close to eternity. The dark citadel standing on a hill basically in a forest had been her home for too long, and she had once never dreamt about living in a different place. But it had happened. Her transition meant destroying her former life, her former everything.

But not the memories.

She would have given everything to get rid of them.

They were still haunting her, they were destroying her. Slowly, but still.

Sitting on a wooden chair in her Umbaran kitchen, she was enjoying a morning coffee. Her hair was messy and face looked strange of not having been applied any makeup. She had changed from her pyjamas to the maroon-looking Jedi robe, though, so that was no problem anymore.

Taking another sip of her coffee, she let its taste occupy her mind for once before swallowing it. Coffee was one of the things she couldn't let go. Her former life had consisted of it and it looked like it wouldn't change no matter what. She had to admit, though, that the kind of drink she now drank on this dark planet was absolutely nothing like the strangeness of the Crystalsong "coffee".

She still had a few hours before she had to leave her house.

There was still a lot more she could do in her home. She really had to clean up her room, after all.

 

[Nikolas Faselli]

Hours passed and the moment Maria looked at her clock, she understood she was already starting to get late. With a hurry, she took her things and burst out of the door. The station she wast supposed to go was a lot away from her home and it looked like the ship would fly away soon. Kark, she managed to screw up again. Probably. Taking a taxi as soon as possible, she started to feel a bit better, but she knew she had to really hurry to get on the ship at the right time.

Public transport...

But she managed to make it, and a few hours after that she was already flying towards the planet of Naboo. The more time she had spent thinking about the planet and the last time she had been there, she started feeling more and more... sad. She quite missed the old days when she had much money and was still funded by her father. Now she could only dream about her family's support. She was completely alone.

Alone in this galaxy.

She had friends and her Master, other Jedi. But the recent days showed to her that they were not a secure bunch of people anymore. It made her worry endlessly. She had a destination in mind if the Republic really falls one day. But she truly hoped it never happens. It would be catastrophic, it would be the fall of democracy. Fall of freedom.

Sith are never good, no matter what they say or do.

That was not the thing she had to worry about that day, though. That day was the day when she would get her new ship, a beautiful, shiny luxury one. Hoping she would love it as much as her Reverie, she eagerly waited until she would get to Naboo. To get the ship from the industry itself.