Kaili Talith
Forgotten, not gone.

The ship was quiet again. Kaili looked out across the cargo hold as she shut her locker. Wandering eyes followed the echoes as they traversed the small cargo hold’s interior and with a sigh she let go of the remnant thought that she would hear Allyson’s voice asking what she had done on this trip again. The blonde girl’s rump placed itself against the cold surface of a nearby crate as her face buried itself within the embrace of her hand. It dragged across her skin and threatened to tear it all off. This day had been long. It had been too long for Kaili. There had been crystals, trials, ghosts and new friends, yet she knew that she couldn’t call it just yet. Something held her back, a feeling of unease had set over her and made it hard to rest. It was like a stress that clouded her mind and made her nauseous to the point of nearly wanting to throw up. A weird feeling of trepidation set over Kaili and she just couldn’t figure out what it was.
It wasn’t natural, it felt like the force. It was as if something was wrong, but Kaili was too stubborn to see what it was. To her she started to think that perhaps it was her mind that was struggling with the realization of what had happened. This was her mind that had reached the point where denial had started to shift into acceptance. The mere thought got her to bring out her wrist to look at the messages that were stored on her HoloPad again. Micah was still in intensive care and Allyson was still dead. Her last message still pinned to the top in a emotionally masochistic reminder of what she had thought of in the end.
Kaili’s lips twisted into a frown. Where was the message from Allyson’s doctor? Her brother kept Kaili up to date, but not Allyson’s which either meant they had never found her or that they didn’t have her number. It was the thought that had plagued her the most. Allyson having died alone and afraid because of what Kaili had gotten her into. Knowing the SIS Kaili wouldn’t have put it past them to leave her rotting corpse floating in space. All these missions, all these outfits that Kaili hadn’t objected to at the time. It had seen like a better deal in the face of the Rogue Squadron at first, but in the end Kaili had been proven wrong. So very wrong.
She felt the stinging of tears as they jumped down her nose bridge and onto the wrist device’s projector. A shaken sigh parted her lips as she shut the device on her wrist down and stood up from the crate by the lockers. There was no point in sitting here anymore. At least there was warmth in the kitchen of her yacht, but here in the cargo hold there was nothing but the secondhand coldness of the Ilum wastes. Her hands shifted against the security console into the kitchen as Henry prepped the engines for takeoff. For a second her eyes set on Allyson’s locker again as if something had tugged it there, forced the young blonde to stare at it in horror at what she had lost. The final digit caressed the metal surface of her console she was thrown off-balance by a gust hitting the ship right as it took off from the landing pad.
It had gotten a hold of the rest of the cargo hold too. Counter-weights were added and the balance of the ship was regained, but not before the locker was forced open once more with a louder squeal than usual. A careful breath filled Kaili with air. Part of Kaili wanted to leave it open, to ignore what the force told her to do. It was obvious even to her that it was trying to tell her something, but she didn’t want to hear it.
It was best to close it. Kaili approached the locker. Her hand grabbed at the panel acting as door and her nose caught whiff of Allyson’s scent. The idea of closing the locker turned into a struggle against a tsunami of memories, one that Kaili couldn’t keep at bay as her mind remembered it all. Allyson’s jacket hung in there and Kaili grabbed it on instinct. It reminded her of the touch of Allyson. Of her lips, the smiles and laughter they had shared with this jacket alone. Was this what the force wanted with Kaili? To see the jacket and bloodstripes again?
The blonde found herself throwing the jacket over her shoulder against her own better judgment. For a second she felt a strange fear that she had lost control of her own impulses, but there was something that soothed her. WIthin the embrace of this jacket she felt safer than she had before. She felt at home. The girl let in a deep breath to take in more of the scent.
This is a place where I don’t feel alone,
This is a place that I call my home.
Kaili twitched at the sound of a voice echoing through the cargo hold. Little did she know, the ride wasn’t over yet.