Mara D'Lessio Merrill
The Lesser D'Lessio
[member="Micah Talith"]
Marrow & Illskins
Location Unknown
Mara eased the door shut behind her and scanned the immensely disreputable shop. She'd never thought of Micah working in a place like this. A grudging internship in some planetary monarchy, maybe. But maybe he was more his own man than she'd expected. Her gut said he was here, and the Alliance grapevine concurred.
It had been a while, and she found herself almost unaccountably nervous. She'd dropped off the map after getting shot in the back at Lameredd. She'd opted for therapy and a job, the anxieties and mundanities of a normal life. As normal as you could get, anyway, while mapping Wild Space for Baobab Astrography, or running the occasional load of Corek guns to an Underground cell. Not the kind of life for someone who'd trained at the Jedi Academy on Yavin Four, someone who'd gone blade-to-blade with a Sith Lord, someone who'd been there at the founding of the Covenant. Daughter of the now-retired Master of First Knowledge; Padawan of the Barsen'thor; heir of the couple who'd built the Mara Corridor, and the alchemist who'd tried the same in the Unknown Regions. She'd been under pressure from herself to do great things, and that had made a normal life essential to a normal recovery.
In that time, Micah and Aela had pulled ahead of her. She'd defaulted in their tacit competition. Now they were considered Masters, rising stars, and Mara wasn't even sure if she wanted to get back on the nuna wheel. But she couldn't find answers or decisions without taking stock of connections she'd allowed to lapse.
"Micah?"
Marrow & Illskins
Location Unknown
Mara eased the door shut behind her and scanned the immensely disreputable shop. She'd never thought of Micah working in a place like this. A grudging internship in some planetary monarchy, maybe. But maybe he was more his own man than she'd expected. Her gut said he was here, and the Alliance grapevine concurred.
It had been a while, and she found herself almost unaccountably nervous. She'd dropped off the map after getting shot in the back at Lameredd. She'd opted for therapy and a job, the anxieties and mundanities of a normal life. As normal as you could get, anyway, while mapping Wild Space for Baobab Astrography, or running the occasional load of Corek guns to an Underground cell. Not the kind of life for someone who'd trained at the Jedi Academy on Yavin Four, someone who'd gone blade-to-blade with a Sith Lord, someone who'd been there at the founding of the Covenant. Daughter of the now-retired Master of First Knowledge; Padawan of the Barsen'thor; heir of the couple who'd built the Mara Corridor, and the alchemist who'd tried the same in the Unknown Regions. She'd been under pressure from herself to do great things, and that had made a normal life essential to a normal recovery.
In that time, Micah and Aela had pulled ahead of her. She'd defaulted in their tacit competition. Now they were considered Masters, rising stars, and Mara wasn't even sure if she wanted to get back on the nuna wheel. But she couldn't find answers or decisions without taking stock of connections she'd allowed to lapse.
"Micah?"