Skye and Carth were still a little sceptical of my idea of walking into a nest of Sith Soldiers. I'd had to convince them, the majority of the would be drunk, and not a problem for us to worry about, but they'd made me promise we'd arrive later than the other guests, and I reluctantly agreed. I was really curious to see more of this world, and whilst I was here (however long that is) I wasn't going to stop exploring. It was strange to see things so implausibly different from home. Home. Those words echoed around my head now and then, but they never really stayed, I had more important things to be focusing on, I guess. Like staying alive.

But still.. it confused me, every time I tried to think about it, it's like it was running away from me, always just out of reach, the answers to my being here. So I sat waiting in the apartment when something caught my eye. It was a footlocker. I'd seen them throughout the game millions of times, but I'd never really known how to open them. I hopped of the bed that I had been seated and made my way towards it.

I leaned out and pressed a finger to the blue symbol on the front. Nothing happened. I pressed down harder, but still, nothing. I checked the sides, and when no apparent way for me to open became obvious I smacked my hand against it, letting out a frustrated groan. I heard a chuckle behind me, and turned on my feet to see Carth leaning against the door.

"What? Don't know how to open a footlocker?" He said, still smiling. But his face fell and his eyebrows peeked up when he saw my downtrodden face. He came over towards me and pressed his fingers to a pressure button I had been oblivious to.

"How did you not know that?" He asked curiously, once we were both standing again. I shrugged before answering him.

"Where I come from, we don't have footlockers." Or blasters. Or starships. Or crazy lightsaber wielding Sith.

A look of suspicion danced across Carth's features, but it was gone in an instance. He looked like he was going to pry more, ask me where I really was from (definitely not Taris, there were footlockers everywhere here) but Skye seemed to be finally ready to make our way to the party, something I was immensely grateful for.

I jumped up from my kneeling position, and grinned at her. She raised an eyebrow at my sudden movement but seemed to shrug it off and look to Carth.

"Are we ready?" She asked, but I was quite sure she already knew the answer. Yes. We were both ready to leave, and both dressed up. Carth was wearing his signature Orange jacket (not as hideous as you might think) and I was still wearing my leather jacket along with my boots. I'd borrowed one of Skye's hair ties and had pulled my brown hair into a braid.

I nodded and Carth said yes. We gathered up our packs, and a spare, to put our uniforms into. And, making sure the door was locked behind us we set off to find the apartment complex that was to be host to this Sith party.

The walk wasn't that long, since I knew where we were heading, and in a short amount of time we arrived outside a door that was already slightly open, and a deafening bass was pulsating through the ground. I'd been tempted to knock, but realised it would make no difference, and that nobody would really care that we were here. Everyone was already drunk, and, as we entered I'd noticed Yun swaying slightly as he made his way towards us.

"Youse.. mayd it!" He exclaimed, a little too excited as he hiccuped. He stank of alcohol, and Skye and Carth had already made the wise decision to escape from Yun's painful conversation. He was mumbling something incoherently as he reached for my arm and dragged me towards a pair of seats near the bar.

I turned my head in a desperate search for my companions, but luckily for them, they had made themselves scarce. I quickly turned my head back when Yun began to mumble at me. His face alight with a buzz from alcohol. He pushed a drink into me as he muttered.

"Come ohn baby! Jus' a lille drink, won' urt you!" He words slurred together and, I could only just make out what he was saying. I shook my head. Even though I wasn't exactly.. in my own world, I wasn't going to drink, my parents had been very strict on that. My thoughts suddenly drifted to my parents, and a short burst of panic ran through my body. But the sensation of a liquid on my lips wrenched me out of that train of thought.

I looked down my nose to see Yun pushing a glass to my mouth. I grunted angrily before pushing him away from him, making him fall off his chair. I hadn't meant for that to be that larger push, but Yun didn't know that, he got up surprisingly fast for a drunk and flung a fist at me. I ducked just in time and was about to make a run for it when Yun threw another punch, clipping me on the jaw. I must have bitten my tongue, because I tasted the blood in my mouth, and when I was about to kick Yun down, I saw the familiar Orange Jacket that belonged to Carth, and Carth's fists.

Yun dropped to the ground in a second, and a few drunken Sith cheered joyfully at the sight of a fight, but most barely even noticed, fortunately for us. I felt a hand grab mine and pull me out of the thick of the party, I turned to look at its owner and met eyes with Skye. And boy, I wish I hadn't.

"What were you thinking kid?" she said in a harsh whisper, "you could've got yourself taken in or noticed!" Skye's eyes showed a door into her past, and for a brief moment, I was frightened. Frightened that she might remember who she was, that she might hurt me, or.. kill me.

Would that matter?

I didn't exactly have time to ponder my mortality, Carth came rushing over and ushered us outside of the apartment.

"Astra, are you okay?" He sounded so concerned, it's like him and Skye had switched places, usually Carth was the one who was angry with me.

I nodded, and that seemed a good enough reply for him, he turned to examine Skye. She was still angry, but not at him, so when she spoke her voice was not nearly as hostile.

"They're clearly drunk enough not to notice us taking their uniforms now, I think we should head in"

She didn't wait for anyone's approval, and went back inside. Carth quickly made sure I was fine one more time before heading into the apartment after Skye. I sat waiting outside for a while, my jaw still thronged, and was painful to touch. Thoughts were scattered through my thoughts. If I could feel that, maybe this wasn't some overly realistic dream, or some hallucination.

Maybe this was way more complex than I had thought. Could this actually be real? I couldn't tell anymore, my perception of reality had been warped so much since I had arrived here, and now, everything around me was questionable. I guess I'd just go with the flow, and hope I didn't end in some crisis that I wouldn't screw up, or screw the story up.

Maybe that's all I have to do. Stick it out for the story. Then I can go home. My most hopeful theory yet was interrupted by the return of Carth and Skye. She looked a lot less angry, and I noticed the we're carrying three extra packs with them. What could only be filled with the Sith Uniform.

I stood up as they approached me, and in silence, we began to make our way back to the apartment. I purposefully slowed my steps down, hoping to give Carth and Skye some time to talk. I loved listening to their conversations, and I was hoping they'd start up one now. But, they didn't, I guess nobody was in the mood to talk right now.

Once we got inside the apartment, I eagerly took my things, and the extra pack into one of the corners of the room and unpacked the uniform. The helmet was quite frightening when I opened the bag, and it lay there, eyes gazing up towards me. I shook myself, and slowly extracted the rest of the items from the bag. They all looked a few sizes too big, but that was probably because most of the Sith were male, and I'm not. (Obviously)

I was right about them being too big. I was slender for my age, even if I was rather tall, the uniforms slipped around my body, making it hard to move, and I quickly got out of the uncomfortable gear.

As I was just finishing taking off one of the boots Carth approached.

"We've decided we're going down to the Lower City tomorrow, and we'll be heavily relying on you, so.. don't let us down kid" He said as he gave me a soft smile and patted my shoulder. I nodded to him in reply, acknowledging his information, and once he left, I let out a heavy sigh.

No pressure.

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