THE EXILE.

Ezra stopped when he heard a voice in his head, an unfamiliar one at that. He couldn’t tell if the presence was friendly or not, he’d rather not find out. Her intent was to not frighten him, but his past experiences made him paranoid. All he wanted was to get in, get out and thats it. Now it seemed he would have to lie, which is definitely not good at.

“Who’re you?” He called out, just before he saw the figure approaching him.

“resistance. i’m an ally -- and, i’d wager, here for the same reason you are.” meetra tilted her head, stopping within safe distance and flipping out a keycard from the resistance base, just to confirm without a doubt that she wasn’t hostile. “how about we work together on this thing, hm? two pairs of eyes work faster than one.”

here was the last remaining part of poor old teethree. it was only the memory core, but it had taken her weeks to locate the remains of her beloved droid, most of which were useless, yet somehow, the core had remained intact. it was a relic of the past, and it had cost her a fortune ( the seller was hardly going to believe that she was the same meetra surik of four thousand years ago remembered within the core ) ; but any amount of credits was worth her most loyal companion. “hello?” she couldn’t see anybody yet, but meetra knew she was in the right place. the mechanic had to be around somewhere in here; hopefully with the skill to rebuild an ancient, outdated droid. “you build droids, right?”

How long until they feel secure and comfortable in a relationship?

   no matter how long he stayed in the room with all of these politicians, that unease never seemed to completely disappear. events like this were far too reminiscent of this past life, and he hardly seemed to understand why it was necessary for him to attend. gathering information would be simple enough without attending such a stuffy event such as this. kylo had taken to lunging by the drinks, finding it easier to go through the minds of the occupants as they approached rather than reaching out further. if he was going to search through more than a few minds tonight, he needed to find some way to make it easier.

  his focus shifted as words filtered into his mind, spoken rather than thought. his head turned, brown eyes locking onto the other. “so it would seem,” he mused. “cute little jedi mind trick there. subtle enough for a non-force user not to notice. i’m afraid those little mind tricks will hardly hold up in the end. unless you’re willing to go further, that is.”

there was little for meetra surik to smile about nowadays. truly, there was little she had smiled about even before she’d been returned to roam among the living, and so she had essentially picked up right where she had left off. but tonight she was neither on a battlefield nor on the run -- tonight she was at a party, and if she was having a good time batting her eyelashes at politicians flustered enough to say more than they should’ve; that was her business.

orson  looked  down  at  his  cup,  the  liquid  steaming  from  it  like  it  was  begging  him  to  drink  and  back  to  the  woman.  there  was  no  recognition  in  his  mind  as  to  who  she  was,  or  if  they  even  remotely  fought  for  the  same  side.  and  yet.  the  man  found  himself  taking  a  couple  steps  towards  her,  extending  the  cup  out  to  her  like  he  didn’t  have  a  mind  of  his  own.  that  was  him  damn  cup  of  caf  and  now  it  was  being  relinquished  to  a  stranger.  a  pretty  one  at  that.  “i  believe  i’m  owed  a  life now.”  the  joke  felt  strange  from  his  lips,  quirking  slightly  into  something  of  a  smile.  “or  a  name?”