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Kaeshana - Firemane Villa
Kaeshana, an exotic world at the edge of Protectorate space, on its frontier to what was still called the unknown regions. For many centuries it had been isolated from the rest of the Galaxy, its people living in ignorance of life beyond their little orb. But then change had come to the planet, mostly based on a new order that had arisen through the efforts of their Queen and her offworld allies.
One of those allies now stood outside of her villa on the landing pad. Eyes cast to the sky and wearing a blue dress, face lined with vicious scars, Siobhan Kerrigan awaited the ship of [member="Mia Monroe"]. The former Mandalore would receive clearance from the Tirathana Skyport to land, so there should be no trouble getting planetside. As she patiently waited for the Mandalorian's craft to come in to land, Siobhan suppressed a sigh. A breeze of a wind swept towards her, brushing against her skin and long dark brown mane.
Unless you counted sporadic encounters here and there, they had not seen each in ages. Not since Mia had perished on that awful day during the Protectorate's spectacularly failed assault on Sith-held Coruscant. When Ordo had revealed himself to be the Dark Lord, though it had later been discovered that he was possessed. A meatpuppet the villain had played with. Like Shadow had with her. It had not saved him from being Force-severed by the vengeful Mandalorians. She did not know whether he was alive or dead.
Mia had perished and Siobhan...had not been there due to recovering from a coma being spaced had put her in. She would not admit it, but to a large degree the guilt she had felt had driven her to join the Jedi in their doomed assault on Alderaan. A battle she had been lucky to escape with after being partially mind raped. So much had happened since then. The One Sith Empire still stood and held sway over much of the core. That queen Akala's madness had caused a great conflagration across the Galaxy. Her flesh hand gripped her cane tightly. At least it was an elaborate looking cane, but as much as she hated to admit it, physically she was no longer at her peak. Certainly not after fighting her way through Vong monsters on Alderaan to find a portal to hell to get wife and daughter back.
In any case, they would finally meet again. Siobhan was fairly in the dark about what Mia had been doing lately, which she hoped to rectify. Far as she knew she had walked away from the Mandalorians. They would not accept her anymore. Perhaps due to the means she had employed to return from the dead, Velok's knowledge. Truth be told, Siobhan did not particularly care about what they thought, dar'manda or not. After all, far as she was concerned Mia was her friend and she stuck by her friends.
Kaeshana, an exotic world at the edge of Protectorate space, on its frontier to what was still called the unknown regions. For many centuries it had been isolated from the rest of the Galaxy, its people living in ignorance of life beyond their little orb. But then change had come to the planet, mostly based on a new order that had arisen through the efforts of their Queen and her offworld allies.
One of those allies now stood outside of her villa on the landing pad. Eyes cast to the sky and wearing a blue dress, face lined with vicious scars, Siobhan Kerrigan awaited the ship of [member="Mia Monroe"]. The former Mandalore would receive clearance from the Tirathana Skyport to land, so there should be no trouble getting planetside. As she patiently waited for the Mandalorian's craft to come in to land, Siobhan suppressed a sigh. A breeze of a wind swept towards her, brushing against her skin and long dark brown mane.
Unless you counted sporadic encounters here and there, they had not seen each in ages. Not since Mia had perished on that awful day during the Protectorate's spectacularly failed assault on Sith-held Coruscant. When Ordo had revealed himself to be the Dark Lord, though it had later been discovered that he was possessed. A meatpuppet the villain had played with. Like Shadow had with her. It had not saved him from being Force-severed by the vengeful Mandalorians. She did not know whether he was alive or dead.
Mia had perished and Siobhan...had not been there due to recovering from a coma being spaced had put her in. She would not admit it, but to a large degree the guilt she had felt had driven her to join the Jedi in their doomed assault on Alderaan. A battle she had been lucky to escape with after being partially mind raped. So much had happened since then. The One Sith Empire still stood and held sway over much of the core. That queen Akala's madness had caused a great conflagration across the Galaxy. Her flesh hand gripped her cane tightly. At least it was an elaborate looking cane, but as much as she hated to admit it, physically she was no longer at her peak. Certainly not after fighting her way through Vong monsters on Alderaan to find a portal to hell to get wife and daughter back.
In any case, they would finally meet again. Siobhan was fairly in the dark about what Mia had been doing lately, which she hoped to rectify. Far as she knew she had walked away from the Mandalorians. They would not accept her anymore. Perhaps due to the means she had employed to return from the dead, Velok's knowledge. Truth be told, Siobhan did not particularly care about what they thought, dar'manda or not. After all, far as she was concerned Mia was her friend and she stuck by her friends.
