Meetra Surik sat on the couch in the common room aboard the starship the Ebon Hawk, her long billowing brown Jedi Master robes were replaced with a simple grey tube top and tight pants. The Exile's stomach was firm but still looked feminine, her slightly messy short brown hair hung in the woman's blue eyes but she did not care and she doubted the others would care, well, except for Kreia. Surik gently patted T3-M4 on his dome as the Droid wheeled by to keep fixing the ship, she always loved Droids even HK-47 who had relocated to the garage to have a better view of the entrance.
Meetra looked up as she saw Visas Marr enter the room, ever since the Miraluka had joined them she had been wearing robes made specifically for her which was a good thing since wearing that long leather dress would have made the Miraluka sweat, though the Exile would not complain if Visas took the dress off randomly, she did find the blind woman to be attractive. Meetra enjoyed many things about Visas, how the woman's smooth long face moved when she spoke, how her red lips moved to form words, and how the long veil would sway whenever the Miraluka moved her head.
Visas moved silently, almost like a spirit, straight to the Refresher. Meetra almost sighed when she realized that the Miraluka did not greet her, the Exile looked up to find Kreia approaching. The old woman was always a mystery, often times approving of cruel acts, but, also disliking others.
Kreia silently sat beside her student before speaking in a hushed whisper like usual,
"I have noticed how you watch the Seer, it is such a strange thing indeed. Be wary of your feelings, they will weaken you.", Kreia said smoothly, her wise voice carrying no resentment.
The old woman then stood and left to her room right as Visas left the Refresher.
Meetra gave the Miraluka a small smile and patted the seat next to her, watching as the woman moved to sit beside her. Visas spoke quietly and softly, her voice like music to the Exile's ears,
"Are you certain you want me to sit there?", Visas sounded a little worried about possibly harming Surik, even though she knew she would fail.
Meetra gave a small nod and spoke gently, "Of course I'm sure, Visas.", she watched as the Miraluka finally sat down, causing the couch to sink a bit, Meetra knew how much they all disliked the ship.
Visas sat there silently, the two women said nothing at all, but they seemed quite fine with just the hum of the engines.
Meetra thought to herself, forgetting that the others might hear her thoughts, I'm willing to wait for her for as long as possible...--Thank you all so much for reading this story, I do not own ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, not even Meetra. All rights reserved for Obsidian and Lucasarts. This was made simply for fun and enjoyment, if any of you have any suggestions or if you want me to make a Part 2 please, please, please let me know and I'll gladly do so. Bye everyone!