L O S T
Boots clacked against the durasteel ground, increasing in pace with each passing second until they became like one endless flow. A hum, even, which drowned out the ordinary clamor of life. Of scum and villainy. Crime Lords still ran rampant down here, away from the eyes of the Alliance.
Jyn felt her pulse race, her breathing heavy, as she turned the final corner and ground to a halt. Her head spun, blood beating noisily in her ears.
The scene before her faded away, the urchins and shady travelers replaced with distant soldiers bearing the Sith insignia. Loud yells, the sound of blaster fire in the distance, then heavy hands fell upon her shoulders to push her on.
"In here."
More hands, this time dragging her in out of the fray. Into a room filled with children. More blaster fire outside, and then nothing. Silence.
She blinked back the memory and looked around. No blasters, no shrill cries...
Why had she come back here? To this place of death and misery... The blood may have been washed away, the Sith may have been removed and replaced by another government, but the stains remained beneath the surface. Did they remember, these citizens who scurried like rats away from sight? Did they recall the sacking of this world, the destruction of the Jedi Temple and the Senate?
Jyn did.
It had been a very surprising revelation, that she had once been a Jedi, but Sargon's help had proven invaluable in revealing her past. That which had been locked away in her mind by the Tyrant of Panatha.
Why was she torturing herself now, by returning to the point where that came to an end?
Had she not learned, already, that curiosity most certainly did kill the cat. And sometimes the monkey, too.
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Jyn felt her pulse race, her breathing heavy, as she turned the final corner and ground to a halt. Her head spun, blood beating noisily in her ears.
The scene before her faded away, the urchins and shady travelers replaced with distant soldiers bearing the Sith insignia. Loud yells, the sound of blaster fire in the distance, then heavy hands fell upon her shoulders to push her on.
"In here."
More hands, this time dragging her in out of the fray. Into a room filled with children. More blaster fire outside, and then nothing. Silence.
She blinked back the memory and looked around. No blasters, no shrill cries...
Why had she come back here? To this place of death and misery... The blood may have been washed away, the Sith may have been removed and replaced by another government, but the stains remained beneath the surface. Did they remember, these citizens who scurried like rats away from sight? Did they recall the sacking of this world, the destruction of the Jedi Temple and the Senate?
Jyn did.
It had been a very surprising revelation, that she had once been a Jedi, but Sargon's help had proven invaluable in revealing her past. That which had been locked away in her mind by the Tyrant of Panatha.
Why was she torturing herself now, by returning to the point where that came to an end?
Had she not learned, already, that curiosity most certainly did kill the cat. And sometimes the monkey, too.
[member='Ar'ekk']