Ty'nea's Journal

*The exhausted twi’lek woman trudged down the street, yawning.  She’d been on her feet all night, first as a waitress at some no-name greasy spoon in the Corellian sector, then as a dancer on a pleasure barge.  All she wanted to do was stretch out on her bed and sleep for twelve hours, but she had to be back to work in eight.  A briefer rest would have to do.

An insistent beep from under an abandoned, stripped speeder gave her pause, lekku twitching.  She crouched down, face breaking into a smile.  Reaching under the metal heap, she pulled out the treasures: a half-crushed package of cigarras, a crumpled packet of matches, and a shiny new communication device.  They looked as though they’d been dropped, or kicked; lost in some fight the night before, she supposed.  

The woman pulled a cigarra from the pack and lit it appreciatively as she turned the comm in her hand, looking for the button to make it stop beeping.  She had a friend who could strip the information and get it a new number.  She’d been wanting one of these, but bills kept getting in the way.  What a find.  A slender finger prodded a button and a hologram flickered to life: fully armored bounty hunter, his voice tense beneath his helmet.*

“Ty’nea, where the kark are you?  You’re an hour late.  You’re never late!  I know you, girl, you wouldn’t miss this for the world.  The frell are you?  Call me, I’m getting worried!”

*The woman shrugged, turning the comm over in her hand again and tracing the letters carved on the underside.  T K.  She wondered how easily they’d be to file off.  Another drag of the cigarra came and went, and the woman dropped the comm into her bag, smiling, and turned down the alley to her small flat.

What a find, indeed.*

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*The low rumble of a ship’s idling engine is punctuated by the click-clack of armored boots pacing across a metal deck.  They slow, then stop, and a deep breath is taken.*

I finished the job for the Sith.

And I’ve made a decision. 

I’m running.

*There’s a quiet laugh, almost disbelieving.*

I have a meeting with Ludwik at noon local on Tuesday.  Up on the promenade.  Just like old times.  He’s going to help me sell my ship, then help me skip out.  Shuffling around in some cargo so my tail loses me.

And then to Corellia.

And then Naboo.

And then Coruscant.

Then to throw myself at the mercy of the Republic.  Beg for political asylum.  Lieutenant Jerax said he’d stand up for me.  I know Ludwik would, too.

*She takes a deep, shaky breath; a chair scrapes across metal and the familiar crunch-clink of an armored body sitting down filters through the recording.*

If I don’t go now, I won’t be able to.  Ever.  I’ll be trapped here, and Jerhal will be on the other side.

I met with Tybel, finally.  I got to say goodbye.

He understood.  I knew he would.  He gave me a hug and told me to be careful.  He didn’t understand why at first.  But then I showed him the sketchbook.

He understands now.

And Watcher 13 commed me, asked if I wanted to go for drinks, but it ended bad, so bad, with blasters drawn against Jedi.  And then friends of Jerhal’s were there too; I recognized them from his going away party.  The woman didn’t recognize me - there was no reason for her to, plus I was fully armored with helmet - but the man…

*She lets out a shaky sigh*

He slipped me a datastick with his comm information.  He recognized my armor.  It was Ihlrath, Jerhal’s friend.  The one who got in touch with Zentoyo to have me dance at the party.

That was risky of him.

Watcher 13 got caught up trying to get into someone’s pants - I guess that’s his usual way of operations, so he probably was trying to figure out what I looked like undressed the other day at the base - so I took that moment to leave.

And I did.

And I’m leaving forever.

I’ve said my goodbyes.

And now I just have to survive until Tuesday.

*The feed hums quietly for about thirty seconds*

Everything will change then.

Everything will be okay.

I’ll be okay.

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i went to the alderaan base a few days ago.  i need to talk to tybel.  i think it’s going to be saying goodbye.  i need to resign.

he wasn’t there.  no one was, except the agent who runs the base.  i don’t know his name.  everyone just calls him watcher 13.  he’s very intense.  there’s something about him that makes me nervous - real nervous.

it might be because the way he looked at me, it was like he was trying to figure out what i looked like under my armor.  or the way he stared when i took a drag of my cigarette.

it was…

i felt like i needed a long shower once i left.  and it was like i could feel his eyes on my throat long after i was back on my ship.

he saw the chain i have jerhal’s tags on.  he recognized it as a military something. he tried to ask questions, to get me to open up about him a little, but i wouldn’t.

i couldn’t.

i met up with ludwik last night on nar shaddaa.  he gave me some new blasters.  it’s so weird that he’s lieutenant jerax’s cousin.  that my “secret contact” was the one who walked me home after that night at the fighting ring.

he wants me to keep in contact.  he saw how scared i was.  he knows i don’t get that scared, not usually.

i haven’t heard back from the sith.  i hope he sees i’m doing his jobs and will just leave me alone; will just… just let me do this work i don’t want to do, and when this list is over…

when this list is over, i’m running.  i can change my name.  i can save up enough to change my face just enough to be not-me.  and i can just disappear into coruscant or corellia until jerhal is back and then we can just be.

i just have to finish the list first.

i just have to stay breathing.

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i’ve spent the past few days trying to put my head back together.  it’s not going very well. i just want some semblance of normalcy in my life, but that won’t happen again for a very long time.

before i even talked to the sith, i went to talk to rythe.  even though he’s the one who reminded me months ago that i had no loyalty to them, that if things got bad enough i could just leave and go to the republic, he wouldn’t listen.  he threw me out.

i expected it, i guess.

i sent a courier droid back to him with the painting of the alderaan waterfall and the view from the cliff on voss that he likes and some sketches i did of him and saeren.  i was half expecting them to be sent back, too.

i sent a note to ludwik.  he… well.  he’s more than an acquaintance, less than a friend, but he was there at the fights, and after the twi’lek.  he’s the one who suggested i start hunting in the first place.  he has fewer allegiances than i do.  he may have ideas.

i still haven’t talked to tybel.  we had an appointment but there was a delay at the alderaan spaceport. by the time i got to base, he was in meetings.  i’m hoping against hope that he understands, at least a little.  he did, after all, leave the jedi order to join the empire, to be with harith…

…maybe i won’t tell him, exactly.

the sith gave me a list of names.  as though nothing had ever happened.  six targets, all republic military.  and i have to.  i have to.  i don’t want to do this any more but i don’t know what he’ll do if i don’t. so i studied up, sliced some feeds.  spent the better part of two days doing research.  meticulously. then went to ord mantell.

i arranged a meeting with lieutenant jerax in the middle of the street to make it look like a chance encounter.  so if he decided to arrest me or shoot me, that asshole tail i have would be able to report back that i failed; that i was captured.  and so if the tail now has orders to shoot me, that i wouldn’t die alone in a field somewhere.

and instead of telling me to forget jerhal, instead of arresting me - which, face it, he could had done on a hundred different charges - lieutenant jerax swore he’d protect me.  he said i had the protection of the seventh, of the marran, and of his family.  he even said he’d get jerhal’s sister to accept me more than just barely.

it was not what i expected.

he gave me some information to get in contact with his cousin.  he thinks there could be some help there for me, as well.

i don’t want to do this.  any of this.  i just want to sit and draw and make everything go away and count the days until…

but i don’t have that option any more.

i don’t know if i ever did.

he’s gone.

i watched the shuttle fly away until all that i could see was clouds and that always-present golden voss light.

he gave me his dog tags.  he wants to marry me.

so i have to survive.

tomorrow, i am going to talk to rythe.  we haven’t talked since that night when saeren came upon us arguing.  he won’t understand, and he’ll tell me i’m being an idiot and foolish, but i need to talk to him.

then i will talk to tybel.  if i keep details vague enough, he may have answers.

i’ll get in touch with ludwik.  he knows me from fighting, he knows who i was before everything bad happened.  he might be able to help.

jerhal’s sister, the pretty mirialan, wants me to contact her.

as does his lieutenant.

i can do this.

and i will contact the sith first.  he won’t have to track me down.  i won’t hide.  i won’t run.

i will not let him break me.

he will not win.

((So the story arc with Jerhal is taking this odd break of a turn for a very real reason.  His player is going to be gone until mid-August for OSUT with the US Army.  It’s been an awesome whirlwind of a ride so far, and it’ll be fun (lol?) to see what happens while he’s gone, and when he comes back.

Until then: take care, my friend, and be safe.  <3 ))

i’m sitting here waiting for jerhal to say goodbye to his sister.  she’s in the med tents at the base where he was stationed.

and then we have an hour.

and then… then he’s gone.

this has been the most… whirlwind.  beautiful.  amazing.  none of these words come close to describing this last week.

he loves me.  he’s in love with me.

and i, him.

i have to survive.  i have to stay strong while he’s gone, no matter what the sith throws at me.

he gave me small things to keep near me.  including something i’ll keep close to my heart until he comes back.  and he promised me he’ll come back.

i don’t want to say goodbye.  

i’m scared of what will happen when he’s gone.  my week is over.  the sith is coming.  i overstepped so many boundaries; i did everything i shouldn’t have.  i have nowhere to run, and even if i did, it’d be futile.  until that tail he put on me is gone, i won’t be able to hide.

he’s probably watching me type this into my datapad now.

i have to be strong.  i will be strong.  for jerhal.  for me.

for us.