First fanfic so don't expect greatness.
Disclaimer: I don't own star wars, so don't sue me. I do however own Aine, Ianna, Rove, Reen, Bendan, and Thayl. So don't steal them from me.
Ianna stooped to pick up the box she had just filled with the scant contents which made up her room. It wasn't very heavy. Her mother had always insisted that they keep only what was necessary for life.
"Nothing to weigh us down when we move yet again…" thought Ianna bitterly.
She picked up the box and took a look at her bare room. Yellow plaster walls, some spots lighter than others where furniture once stood. They had been on Dantooine for a little over a year- the longest they had ever lived anywhere. Genisia Foundry, Leria Kurlsil, Ison, Mirial, Zonama Sekot, Abregado-rae, Antar 4, Azbrian, Sullust, Bellassa, Deralia, Chandrila, Naboo, and now Dantooine.
Author's note: All these planets are actually in the Star Wars universe, I did not make them up
It was a boring planet, but Ianna didn't mind. She preferred a little boredom over the hassle of moving every few months. She finally had friends; A best friend in fact. She had crushes- not that her mother would ever let her date- and she was finally caught up in school. Dantooine had become as close to home as she'd ever had before. The fact that it had a nice climate and she could speak the main language didn't hurt either.
She brushed her long black hair away from her white face, revealing bright green eyes. She looked like her father, her mother, Mena had always told her. Mena, having light brown hair and stormy dark blue eyes looked nothing like Ianna except for their fair complexions, Ianna's being just a tiny bit rosier. Mena was always as pale as a ghost.
"Iaaannnaa!" Her mother's voice floated through the halls. Mena's face appeared in the doorway. "Ianna, do not forget to secure your box this time, we do not want to experience the trip to Deralia all over now do we?"
"Indeed not." Ianna answered coldly. She remembered holding up the ship upon their arrival to Deralia. Clothes and keepsakes scattered all over the cargo hold. Her mother ended up making her leave some things behind in order to not inconvenience anyone.
"We cannot afford to have authorities on our hands…" her mother had stated wearily.
"Why? It's not like we're thieves or outlaws or anything!" Ianna had cried, "Why can't you act like a normal mother? Why can't we stay on one planet? Why did you make me leave my stuff?" Mena had simply turned away.
Ianna never heard the whisper, "I am trying to be a normal mother. I cannot be what I am not."
As her mother prepared the kitchen for the new owners, Ianna decided to go through their packs to make sure they were not leaving anything. Choosing one of her mother's first, Ianna rummaged through to make sure everything was there. Her eyes sought out the white sheets, the box of hygienical items, the few holographs they owned, her mother's clothing holder, and something she had never noticed before…a small grey jewelry box. Ianna smiled and wondered what small treasures her mother kept inside the ugly little box. Her mother was always very reserved and never wore jewelry. She knew she shouldn't but her hand reached for the lock. Having some small knowledge of hacking from her friends, Ianna was able to get the box to open its top without a password.
The inside of the box consisted of several small shelves built into the sides. "Unlike any jewelry box I've ever seen…" Ianna mused.
A small voice messenger laid on the first shelf. Ianna clicked the on button to see what it had recorded. A man's voice sounded out urgently.
"Aine, you must get out now! Go to the outer rim immediately! Do not project your coordinates or make any stops….May the force be with you."
Ianna lifted her eyebrows in confusion. Who was Aine? Why did they have to go to the outer rim? What was the force? And most confusing of all, why was her mother keeping this message locked in a jewelry box?
She reached her hand into the second shelf and found several hologram pictures. A man standing in a desert. A strange woman's face, a tiny baby with black hair…
"I wonder if this is her family or something?" Ianna wondered softly to herself. She had never met her grandparents, always having assumed they were dead. "could that be me? She wondered staring at the picture of the baby.
She hooked her hand under the second shelf and into the third. Her fingers closed over something that felt like a metal rod.
"What could this possibly be?" she asked herself in awe as she pulled out a piece of metal about as long as her hand. It had a black rubber handle and two silver knobs. There was a hole at one end.
What was her mother hiding? Mena obviously not wanted her to find this, otherwise, she would have known about the box long ago. It made Ianna angry that her own mother had been hiding things from her.
Ianna stomped into the kitchen. "What have you been hiding from me?" she asked angrily thrusting the box at Mena. "What are these things?"
Mena's face was absolutely stoic as she said, "I knew I would have to tell you someday. I suppose today is that day." She beckoned Ianna to sit down on the floor and sat down herself in front of Ianna.
"Ianna, My name is Aine Krysten, not Mena Starcross. I am a jedi. Not your mother…this is my story