𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑜𝓂 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹, 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉.
Joseta Pro'oz, a pilot/medic with a sunny disposition is thrown into a war bigger than she ever imagined. As she fights alongside Ca...
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Rylann stood on the ledge overlooking the frosted cliffs of Rellek. Snow sprinkled so gently that the environment looked frozen in time. If she blinked, would it all change? She couldn't make herself blink. She was almost as frozen as the world around her. For a moment, there was no war, there was no complicated marriage, and it was just her and the baby inside of her.
Crunching footsteps came up behind Rylann, signalling she was not frozen at all. Just lost in the mesmerizing patterns of the snow fall. It was Hunter. "General Kittro is ready for us. The base is being unlocked."
Rylann nodded, turning to him as she swiped a cold hand at a strand of loose hair. "How's Crosshair?"
Hunter grunted with a shrug. "I haven't seen him like this in years."
"Do you think—" Rylann paused, throat clenching. "They did something to him? The Kaminoans?"
"Highly likely," he said, pinching his lips together. "They like to meddle with things like that."
"Will he return to normal?"
"It takes time." He placed a hand on her shoulder. "It always takes time."
Rylann nodded, trying to shove back the tears that pricked at her eyes. She just wanted her husband back. With him acting strange, it wouldn't be a good time to tell him that they were going to be ... her heart skipped in her chest ... parents.
Hunter looked at Rylann quizzically, jaw working for a moment. He gave her a grim smile. "Don't worry, though," he said. "All will be fine. He usually gets better after a mission."
Hunter walked away, leaving Rylann to her thoughts. She glanced at the snow-covered world, the wind racing up the cliffs to toss at her hair. With a sigh, Rylann turned on her heel, following him past their ship to where the rest of the Batch was waiting at the mound. The small hill in the ground had a metal door built in, no doubt leading down into the underground base where it was a lot warmer. Rylann shivered under her parka coat. She understood why they opted for an underground base.
When she reached the Batch, she looked over at Crosshair. He glanced her way, but averted his gaze, standing to attention. Her gut twisted. The door to the base slid open, revealing a blond woman with a warm smile. Rylann blinked in surprise when she realized it was Old Tally. Her usual tight knotted bun was left down in waves, cascading down her back. Her usually prickly expression was replaced with a motherly look. It reminded Rylann of Shaak Ti which made her heart ache.
"Rylann! You've grown so much," Tally said, grasping her hand and pulled her into a hug. All Rylann could do was let it happen as her jaw dropped. Old Tally would never hug anyone. What had this war done to Tallehna Kittro? Not that it was a bad thing, but it was definitely surprising. Comparing Old Tally versus New Tally, Rylann would take the latter.
