Who Am I?
Getting on world wasn't easy. The New Imperials were anything but friends to Alina, and it was more likely she had a bounty on her head. But sometimes risks needed to be taken. In this case, to get to Dantooine. The bloody battle waged there left far from the first of her scars, but some of the deepest. Some that were simply gone now. Pristine skin, pale as a ghost and cold to the touch. Nothing of what she'd bled for remained marked on her skin. The people lost, the memories. Would she always be able to remember them? The acolytes that bled with her in the crystal caves, fighting against what should of been allies of theirs. Thinking about it, that's when she should have turned her back on the Sith.
But she didn't. The Empire protects.
Iasha Rha
was the one who truly taught her that. Propaganda and lies to get them, acolytes, teenagers, to die for the Empire. The woman let out a sigh as she crouched down where grass had already regrown. Where the acolytes that fought beside Iasha and her that fateful day were still likely buried, if they weren't completely ash. The world healed, much like she had. The world cared not for who lived or who died. Life would move on.Could she? Her faintly glowing eyes stayed on where she remembered digging through dirt and crystal. Trying to find anyone who might have survived. To find Iasha. Bitter memories at how powerless she'd been. But did she even have power now? Hiding from the galaxy, hiding from what she'd become. Alina sat down, hugging her knees to her chest. She hated all of this.