Daring to Dream

Chapter Twelve

Emerie told me and Honey to meet her in the library, as there the second-year cadets will also meet us. While the both of them were confused at first why Honora was in the project when there are only two cadets allowed from first year, I just shrugged and passed it off by saying 'dunno what the professors get up to'.

Neither of them knew I will be leaving at the end of the week, and I figured out that hiding it is better. If I don't tell them, they won't tell me to stay and make my leaving any harder than it already is.

Being honest? I don't want to go home. Home is Coruscant. Where I have friends and different cultures and excitement, simple and fair politics. The only reason I'm going back is Dad, and even though he promised me we'll go together the next time, I know he'll never leave his family, estranged or not.

When we reached the library, Emerie pointed to a desk. "There they are."

One of them was obviously Tech, and the other one was a second-year girl, slightly shorter than Tech. Emerie told us two her name was Alysleil Storathes, and she seemed pretty friendly as she waved a hand at us three, a dazzling smile splitting her heart-shaped face. Upon a closer look, you could see a scar running from the bottom of her right cheekbone to her left eyeball, narrowly missing it. Curly, sky-blue hair framed her cheeks as they coiled at the nape of her neck in a low bun, her eyes a shimmering grey-green.

"You must be Miss Fett, Miss Nightdreamer and Miss Fahad," she nodded to each one of us.

"That we are," I replied back, "but please call us Zoya, Honora and Emerie."

She led us to the table where Tech was already seated, the entire table covered with pages and his nose buried in a book larger than my face.

"I see you've made it in time," he said, not meeting our eyes.

"Good morning to you too, Tech," Emerie replied, slightly annoyed. "Found anything worthwhile in there?"

He lowered the book to level an equally annoyed glance. "No. But I was not intending to take any ideas. I happened to find it heavily interesting while waiting for the three of you."

While the two bickered like old people, I did not mistake the look on Honora's face as she looked at Alysleil, her arms crossed. She wore that look on ever since Emerie told us her name, as if the senior girl is familiar to her or ringing a bell in her memory. The look you wear when you try to recognize someone, or if you feel someone is suspicious. It was a highly odd behaviour on Honora's part because she never crossed arms or stared at someone with suspicion.

"I have an idea," Alysleil told us two. As we seated ourselves, she proceeded, "over the years, Coruscant has been a centre of development, in all branches especially transport and medics. Seeing the latest events having tarnished Coruscant's reputation, I think showing it's better aspects would do it good."

"I was thinking on the same lines," Emerie said, leaning back, "but I was focusing on telecommunications and energy. Showing how we generate our energy by plants, or how we convey our holograms."

"Or how about that Venator you made? A working model of it? OR!" Honey gasped, ever the dramatic history lover, "how about we show the important battles of Coruscant? Or the Clone Wars, like the Venators attacking, and the clones valiantly defending us?"

"What about we incorporate all of them?" Tech said, casually.

All four of us whipped at him. "Can we do that?"

"I don't know about you, but I can definitely do that." He said, a smug expression on his goggled face.

"What say you?" Alysleil asked me.