S H A D O W
World: Unknown
Location: Outer Rim
She always remembered how to find home. It wasn’t Corellia, but it was another home. This home was the one she remembered the most, the one that she had learned to fight at, the one she learned to fly and where she learned to be free. Allyson Locke always hid the fact that she was raised by Mandalorians, that they were her family and she was adopted into clan Rekali. During the civil war it seemed Ember sided against the Mandalor and their anti-force desires. He was always interested in the witchy ways and Allyson could never wrap her head around it.
Didn’t help the girl was incapable of using the Force beyond her own unique skills. Though as she became older she started to pick up small subtle feelings, always assumed it was her gut or some instincts of the sorts. She had returned home after a realization, a conversation that slapped her in the face with what had happened to her.
Allyson felt lost. After everything, Corellia, Anoat, and finally Bastion – she never faced anything. It was all buried away, covered by a bit of snark and confidence. Her conversation with Jyoti dug past all that and Ally knew there was no more hiding it. It was a good thing her droid Bait was a decent pilot and her ship always knew how to get back here. Stumbling out, she made her way to where she knew Ember would be located, the woman stood with her Silver Spacy uniform unkept and untucked. Her hair lazily put into a bun and the beret she usually kept pristine hung slouched off her head. It was obvious that the Corellian was intoxicated, or was coming down from it.
Either way, she knocked heavily on the door. After a few heavy knocks, she rested her head against it and sighed heavily. “Ember I know you’re in there! Old man open the door!”
[member="Ember Rekali"]
Location: Outer Rim
She always remembered how to find home. It wasn’t Corellia, but it was another home. This home was the one she remembered the most, the one that she had learned to fight at, the one she learned to fly and where she learned to be free. Allyson Locke always hid the fact that she was raised by Mandalorians, that they were her family and she was adopted into clan Rekali. During the civil war it seemed Ember sided against the Mandalor and their anti-force desires. He was always interested in the witchy ways and Allyson could never wrap her head around it.
Didn’t help the girl was incapable of using the Force beyond her own unique skills. Though as she became older she started to pick up small subtle feelings, always assumed it was her gut or some instincts of the sorts. She had returned home after a realization, a conversation that slapped her in the face with what had happened to her.
Allyson felt lost. After everything, Corellia, Anoat, and finally Bastion – she never faced anything. It was all buried away, covered by a bit of snark and confidence. Her conversation with Jyoti dug past all that and Ally knew there was no more hiding it. It was a good thing her droid Bait was a decent pilot and her ship always knew how to get back here. Stumbling out, she made her way to where she knew Ember would be located, the woman stood with her Silver Spacy uniform unkept and untucked. Her hair lazily put into a bun and the beret she usually kept pristine hung slouched off her head. It was obvious that the Corellian was intoxicated, or was coming down from it.
Either way, she knocked heavily on the door. After a few heavy knocks, she rested her head against it and sighed heavily. “Ember I know you’re in there! Old man open the door!”
[member="Ember Rekali"]