Morodè worked on the stitching on a large black circle of fabric. Officially, it was a blanket, to be donated to some Vodandish orphanage- but she knew it was more likely to be given to the Resistance and used as a parachute. Either way, it had to look like a blanket, made in the traditional fashion- which meant three square panels of embroidery- one for a restful sleep, one for happy dreams, and one for peaceful healing. Across the table, her sister worked on a vest. It looked simple and innocent enough, but if you were an expert seamstress, you would notice the lining was done to allow for either a holster or an inflation device to be added. Fortunately, the Vodan where excellent seamstresses, and even better: The First order, who might inspect these donations, where not. Which meant they would also not notice if some of the panels had symbols of luck in combat or clear minds.
"Miss Gardkin, a man to see you." CR-99 said, and Morodè looked up, confused.
"Who?" She wasn't expecting anyone, but it was Endtide, so callers weren't unusual.
"A Mr. Crathy, Ma'am."
"Hmm." That was not a familiar name, and definitely not a Vodish one. "Very well, show him in." She stood, and folded the 'blanket', before following CR-99 to the parlor.
Standing by the door was a tall man, with dark hair and complexion, wearing Vodandish clothing. Since it was Endtide, that meant his grey tunic and blue trousers where woven Arven style, and had silver lining. He bowed, smiling. "Ms. Gardkin, it's a pleasure. I am Daw Crathy"
Morodè bowed back. "Charmed, what brings you here?"
"My cousin is Vodish, he invited me to stay here for the Endtide celebration. He also pressed me to take part in calling strangers, because apparently, it is a tradition."
Morodè smiled. "Your cousin wouldn't happen to be Varatel Lokin, would he?" they looked similar enough, and Lokin was a renowned prankster.
Crathy smiled. "Why yes, he is. He also claimed that the tradition was to call, walk around the square, and return for spindle cakes. He said it was in order to meet new friends to dance with at the Celebration."
"Well, your cousin is not a complete liar." Morodè smiled, "In fact, it is traditional to call on acquaintances, walk, and have cakes, to strengthen friendships for the coming year. But any family of the Lokins is at least an acquaintance of mine. Would you excuse me? I'll put on outer wear, then we can walk."
He agreed, and she left. While puling on her boots, she paused. She felt almost as if she shouldn't go. But that would be incredibly rude, and she had already said she would. Not to mention, she was a fan of spindle cakes. So she shrugged on her dress top and sent a quick message to Lokin.
"You are quite rude to your cousin, Lokin. But the joke is on you, for he shall have his spintel cakes and you none, as you are apparently too busy pranking relatives to call on friends." She merrily said, before sending the message. Then she returned to the parlor. Crathy offered her his arm, and they left.
Rey's eyes opened in panic as she screamed. Master Luke rose, and walked to her sleeping mat.
"Another vision?" he asked, as Rey slowed her breathing. She nodded, wincing. Ever since she had touched that accursed lightsaber, she would randomly get glimpse of other places and other times.
"What did you see?" he asked, pouring her a cup of water. She took it gratefully, and drank slowly to avoid answering.
"I saw a man, and a woman. They were sitting on the beach, and the sun was rising. But the sun was actually an explosion, and they… they were engulfed." She sighed, shaking her head. "And then, I saw a ring of glowing stones, or gems. But then the gems where people, screaming for help. And a voice, but it was muffled."
"And what did the voice say?" Mast Luke asked patently. Bless him, Rey thought. He had a remarkable patience for these visions, considering how tired of them she was.
"Something about Stars, and Hearts made of Kyber. Then, it was muttering about the Force… the Force trusting the Kyber, and trusting the Pools." Then she hesitated. "Or, maybe it was the other way around."
Master Luke nodded, then stood, offering her his hand. "Well, if we are awake now, we might as well train."
Rey smiled, something between humor and an eyeroll begging to happen in her mind.
Master Luke smiled as well. "Your thoughts betray you, my Padawan."
On another planet, many light years from both, Finn's eyes opened. He sat up, looking around. He seemed to be on a hospital cot. A beeping drew his gaze, he saw BB-8 chirping by the door, before rolling out. He smiled, and heard footfall. Poe Dameron walked in, smiling.
"He's awake!"
AN: lol guess who got inspired by Rogue One. So this story has been floating around my head for about a year, but not its actually solid enough to write, so its going up. the planet of Vod is my original creation, and a small blurb on it below:
Kay so Vod has three major land masses, Vodan, Vodar, and Vodae. Vodae is more of a large cluster of islands, and is split between the two major nations of the planet, as well as a buffer zone of other planets' colonies. Vodan is largely Humans and Vodar mostly Drun and Tieg. Vod has a pretty temperate climate. some deciduous forests, oceans, and prairies.
Vodan produces a lot of textiles for other planets. Vodar mines metals, and is manufactures weapons. the two nations have an agreement: They aren't allies, but they won't directly oppose each other either. Vodan stays neutral in most conflicts- at least officially. Vodar is more Neutral- all of those weapons go to their plant's defense, and they wont slip any underhand for any side.