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Lerina Deeharc. Warship Construction Sight, Gree. 1405 GST. 14ABY.
When the warden finally left, it wasn't long before some nosey worker walked in. Except this one was different, she noted.
This man carried a command presence about him. His heavy armor was black and white accompanied with a blue cape. She could not pin point why, but his presence pissed her off. There was something about him, but as far as she remembered this man had not done anything to her. Yet, this man triggered feelings that made Lerina want to put her fist through his helmet.
The man's T-visor was aimed towards her face, and there is where she guessed he was looking.
Lerina shot him a hateful glare, "What are you going to do with me?" She asked with a defiant and stubborn tone.
"Well for right now, I just want to ask you a few questions. I promise you, I am not going to hurt you," He answered her.
Lerina just laughed then turned her gaze to the shackles around her wrists. If this man was going to hurt or interrogate her, the binds would make is considerably difficult for her to fight back.
"Here, I'll show you I don't mean to harm you." The man walked over and snapped off the shackles with a startling strength. If he could do that with his bare hands, there was left the question of what else he could do. "Now," He continued. "Let's start from the beginning. What is your name?"
"What's the difference to you?" Lerina answered back defiantly.
"I see," He said. "Just trying to get to know you a little more is all. Now tell me, where are you from? Did you stow away from Nar Shaddaa?"
Lerina had gotten into her mind to be stubborn. She didn't want to answer her capture's questions. Yet, what was the harm in giving them a little information? She wasn't a spy after all and Lerina was probably just making it worse on herself by being stubborn. Just what information did she want to feed him? If Lerina could see his face she would be able to read his reactions.
The man took a seat and waited for her reply.
She decided to finally answer him under one condition. "I'll answer your questions when you wake that bucket off your skull," She told him.
Hesitantly, he reached up and removed his helmet. There was a slight hiss of air being released. "There," He said. "Is that better?"
Lerina's gaze was pulled to the helmet. There was something familiar about it, but she couldn't pin point what. It pulled at something deep insider her that she could not understand. For some reason it tugged at her soul, but she couldn't reach the point of it all. They all looked like mercenaries to her but this one… This one seemed different somehow. With a sigh she finally began to speak, "My name is Lerina. I'm from Nar Shaddaa."
"Alright then, how hard was that?" The man slowly got up and walked across the cell to sit next to her.
She scooted away not giving him eye contact. Instead, Lerina studied him out of the corner of her eye.
"Why did you stow away?" He asked. "Do you have a family?"
Lerina did not answer but continued to listen to the tone of his voice, study his body language and facial expressions. It was obvious something was really bothering him. Was it obvious that something was pulling at her as well?
"Your parents," He asked her, "They were killed years ago, weren't they? By a bounty hunter?"
She looked into his eyes with surprise and was too stunned to say much. She could feel her long buried sadness and anger start to boil over to the surface like lava. How did he know her parents were dead? How did he know their fate? "How… how did you know that?" Her eyes began to tear up and slowly slipped from her eyes and down her cheeks. Her tears of anger and confusion were warm.
The man's face turned into a frown. He looked lost in thought.
Just what was he thinking about? How did he know? Who is this man? She stared at him diligently waiting for him to come back to his senses.
The man stood, stepped toward the door, then look back into her eyes. His eyes overflowed with regret. "You're safe here." He said in a quiet voice, "Whatever you need just ask and I'll have it sent for you." As he walked out, she saw the guard snap to attention.
Then the door shut once again. She was alone with her thoughts for a moment more. "When he comes back," she mumbled as the tears slipped down her cheeks, "I will have some questions for him." Lerina wiped her face with her dirty sleeve and her tears finally stopped their merciless flow.
An'kin Cassus. Planet: Gree. 1410 GST Warship Construction Site.
As An'kin walked out, the guard, startled, jumped back and snapped at attention.
"Have this girl given her own room and make sure some of the servants give her whatever she desires. As of now she is a respected guest. Do I make myself clear?" An'kin ordered the guard.
"Sir, yes, Sir!" He obeyed.
An'kin left the compound and went back to oversee the construction. He knew this little situation was not over, however. He would have to face her sometime. He would have to tell her the truth. She needed to know. He was the one who had killed her parents. He tried to brush aside all the regrets and feelings these painful memories brought, but they wouldn't let up. This was not something he needed right now. But, it was something he needed to have closure on, and he was sure she needed it too.
Lerina Deeharc. Planet: Gree. 1800 hours GST. Bleeding Skullz Compound. 14ABY.
Lerina sat alone in her cell for some time. Not that it mattered, but she lost track of how much time had passed by since the men threw her in the confined room. Curled up in a corner, Lerina pondered to herself. Three things mattered more than time. Who was that man? How did he know about the fate of her parents? How was she able to force a firearm to fly across the room? The last question bothered her the most. She had already guessed the man was one of their leaders and it wasn't exactly rare for a child to be made an orphan on Nar Shaddaa. What was rare was for someone to make a blaster hit someone else in the head without touching it. Was it even her who made it fly?
It wasn't the first time something flew across the room to save her hide. The last time it happened, it occurred just days before she left Nar Shaddaa. They had called her a Jedi then too; however, she had denied as she believed someone had simply thrown that object to help her. Now she wondered if it was her all along. What if they were right? What if she had the same powers as the Jedi? Impossible, she wasn't a Jedi, and even if she was Lerina wouldn't purposely use her powers openly. There were still many people who hated force users, and anyone associated with them. Using her powers would only put her in more danger off of the New Republic aligned worlds.
She sat there for a few minutes and let the "what ifs" linger in her mind a little longer. A voice called at her. She snapped out of her passive state and looked up. It was the warden. How long was she lost in her mind? She hadn't even noticed the warden walk in. Lerina moved to her feet and looked at the warden with a suspicious glare.
"Come to ask me the same questions again?" The girl teased.
"No. I've come to tell you it's your lucky day. I've been given orders to show you to your new room." He sighed.
"Is it smaller than this one or is it a glorified cell?" She poked.
"Neither." The man took a deep breath. "I swear I wonder why he would make you an honored guest."
"Honored guest?" Lerina questioned in a quiet voice. "What's the catch?"
"Catch? I was not informed of that." He told her matter of fact-ly.
"There is always a catch." She told him.
The warden shrugged. He led her down a maze of passageways and she wondered if he knew where he was going. Eventually they arrived at her new room in the guest quarters. There was a young man standing outside of her new room. The warden left her with him.
Lerina smiled. "So are you my guard?"
The man looked at her behind his helmet. Lerina couldn't tell if he was rolling his eyes.
"I'm just here to answer any questions you may have then I'll be on my way." He sighed.
Lerina could tell he hated being sent on such a menial task. "Just one," she replied. "What's the catch?"
"The catch?" he questioned her.
"Yes the ca…" Lerina sighed. "Oh never mind," she finally gave up. With that she stepped into the room. It was at least three times bigger than her cell back in the detention center.
Lerina walked over to the window and peeked outside. From her room she could see the construction of some structure, however as it was still in its skeleton looking stage. She could not even begin to guess what purpose it was going to serve.
She sat on the bed. To her it was very soft, but in reality it was actually very firm. Why would that man make her an honorary guest? Something was very off and she did not need supernatural senses to realize it. This question poked at her for hours until she finally gave up on guessing. Lerina decided she might as well milk this situation while she can and enjoy herself. Why not? She was obviously a guest; the workers wouldn't really bother her now if she's found outside her room. Or so she hoped.
