Edgefields-on-Varonat
Several days prior
Allyson sat in the hammock she had finished putting up by the river. Her comm alerted her of a new message, and as her thumb flicked through it, she grinned. It seemed as if Jonyna was more interested than she let on.
The hammock swung as Allyson stood up, forgetting how these types of things worked. As quickly and smugly as she had gotten up, the hammock flipped and she landed face first into the lush vegetation under her.
Laughter echoed quietly a small distance away.
Corellia, Coronet City
Present day
Corellians were loud people. They made sure that wherever they went, people knew that a Corellian was around. They were even louder when heroes, those who had fought and made Corellia proud, came home. Allyson knew the exact place Jonyna was mentioning, and she wondered if the little cat had seen the small shrine dedicated to the wiley Corellian spy.
It had been some time since she had been back, but the moment she opened the door, she realized nothing had changed. The heavy door swung open, and the crowd grew silent as everyone stared back at the brunette, wearing the first-class blood stripes she had earned during the war with the First Order.
Silence stretched until an old man stood and narrowed his eyes.
"Is that-" he stepped forward,
"My stars it's Allyson Locke!" The bar whispered and then suddenly exploded. The music returned, and the small crowd gathered around the woman. Hugs were shared, and small bits of memories were exchanged. It had been a while since the
hero had returned. She was a legend among Corellians - even when she wasn't doing the glorified good that the Republic had drilled in her head as a youth.
A Corellian making a stand and a name for themselves was worth more to the people than Jedi or Sith - good or evil. Make Corellia proud; that's all that mattered.
When Jonyna arrived a few hours later, she found herself staring at quite the scene. A crowd had gathered at the bar, and standing on the bar, stomping to the beat of the folk song that they were all singing, was Allyson Locke, waving a whiskey in her hand and using a fork as a mic.
"Oh, Allyson Locke, with hands unclean, She stole from kings and kissed their queens!" As she said the line, she winked at one of the girls who was reaching the bar. The small bit of attention elicited a squeal from the girl as the song continued,
"But never once forgot the face— Of every world she helped replace." More cheers and voices chimed in as the chorus rose, drinks spilled, and the bartender rushed to fill.
"Oh, Allyson Locke, who burned and ran, fought alone with no one's plan. A thousand names, one oath she swore— She'd never let the weak bleed more."
Allyson downed the whiskey shot in her hand and looked towards the door. A grin spread across her face as she recognized the Cathar, the only one
not singing right now. Jumping off the bar, the song continued, but Allyson pulled her way from the same girl who had now tried to steal a kiss for the folk hero.
Any other time, she'd indulge, but business and someone was waiting at home.
"Jonyna, right?" Allyson laughed,
"Welcome to Corellia! Home of the Great Allyson Locke!" Her arms stretched out, and she stepped forward and patted the Cathar on the back.
"You look like chit. How about a drink, and you can ask me all the lovely questions you have burning in your little brain?" Allyson shoved Jonyna along towards one of the tables. As they sat, she waved her hand, and the bartender dropped an expensive bottle of Corellian whiskey, vintage from the years before Corellia's catastrophe. Allyson slid a glass towards the Cathar and poured some amber liquid into her.
"This is the good stuff. Before they started to have to distill off the planet, luckily, we're able to do it on Corellia again—but this…" she shook her own glass, the thin liquid splashing against the edges.
"This is home."
Smiling, Allyson mused as the song concluded, and the crowd settled into singing about another heroic Corellian.
"What's got you so curious about me?" 
Allyson Locke
