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"I don't understand. . ."
Gaia's heart is slamming against her spine, chest constricting as if the airflow were cut off from the rest of her body. It's not, but the way her muscles surge with adrenaline and the way her blood pumps through her veins with awe and renewed strength, has her twisted into a lightheaded blue alien whose words are nothing but faint. They were here? Here? Gaia's thoughts and mind cramps with perplexity. After the fall of the Empire, she never knew — but hoped — that there might be others who escaped besides herself: she never thought to look, but hoped. And here is the proof of her praying, her skewered wish.
"I'm glad you sought me out so I could share the news with you," Kuiil softens as he attempts to handle her reaction. "The revelation is taxing, but please listen to me."
Gaia's unblinking eyes are lowered from the sky above, seeking the ugnaught when she reminds herself to consistently breathe and focus. "I am," she assures. "Please go on."
Kuiil nods at that. "A small party of Crenatas passed through here a few months ago. They sought shelter from me and were happy to oblige when I let them know that I had crossed paths with one of their own before." Kuiil implements a brief pause, permitting Gaia a narrow moment to fully process his words. "They shared with me details of where they were headed next after we had established trust with one another, presumably to a planet known as Qivah. Reports had spread that a covert of Crenatas had settled down there and were seeking to congregate so that they may be whole again."
Jittery heart bouncing around, Gaia has a tough time adjusting to the information. "Qivah, was it? I don't recognize the name."
"Neither do I," Kuiil admits bluntly, "but they were rather adamant about it. It must be a remote system; away from the bulk of New Republic patrols as well as the public eye."
"A place to lay low until it's time to relocate," Gaia catches on, mumbling mostly to herself.
"What will you do?" Kuiil questions, sincere.
"I don't know yet," Gaia muses, feeling as though her emotions could strangle her at any given minute, "but just knowing that my people have persisted through such hardship is enough for me to go on again. It gives me hope. Something I have had a need for these many years." Steadily kneeling, a watered smile latches onto her expression as she looks at Kuiil. She dives forth, suddenly but gently, hugging him when her eyes begin to sting. "Thank you so much, Kuiil. Zaw. . ." *Thank you. . .*
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The group responded differently, as one would expect, to the news of Farren. IG-11 had no opinion about it; Kuiil thought it best to let time decide; Cara meant to kill the agent; Thero to let the others handle it; and Gaia and Mando have yet to decide for themselves. As of now, Farren is still very much alive albeit unknowing of the others, although she may be in more danger than she was before. The one thing that the group could agree on, though, was to let the agent reside in her cell and not be let out under any circumstances. So far, it's holding just fine.
