[OBITUARY]

[05]

•.[STAR WARS].•
15 BBY
A New Hope
.•|{}|•.

The night was young, it had settled beyond the horizon but the remains of dusk still trailed loosely. Shouts and low voices collectively dominated over the soft cries of the wind, it was bustling, people crowding together, children grasping onto their parents and lone beggars trailing the streets.

She ignored any attempts of catching her attention, her head remained buried under the hood of her dark black robe, the materials of a scarf also wrapping around her neck in a secure twist that concealed her lips and lower face. Odessa Tove was a bundle of ruinous clothing and as she stepped further into the crowd she only blended in smoothly, watching every sound and movement closely.

What once was vibrant and flourishing was now muted and cold, the stalls were supervised and hushed whilst troopers marched away any person standing out from the crowd.

She could and would not be one of those few.

Only a few years ago she was showing Ashoka around a night market similar to this one, laughter echoing every step and aspirations high for the future. Both of them were yet to face the harshness of their future, and uncertainty of time itself.

"Just these, please." Odessa passed the basket filled with fruits and veg towards the elderly women stood idly behind the stall. Her face was edged with age and her hair fine and thin, but beneath the fine lines and wrinkles was an undeniable beauty and grace.

She watched as the women took them, glancing at her before switching her attention back on something behind the brunette's gaze, there was a heaviness and disgust that encapsulated her heated eyes.

Odessa glanced behind her shoulder, just long enough to see the painfully familiar white cage, stormtroopers ripped away a family. The father had blood pouring down his face, half conscious, his arms grabbed either side whilst his wife scrambled to meet his embrace, help him, aid him- but she couldn't reach him. They held her back, like how the universe once did her whilst the children screamed deafeningly and stridently. 

The only difference here was that these people were innocent, their hands were clean and yet they faced the punishment of charges that they could never exceed. This was everyone's sentence, to pretend and carry on like nothing was happening, to ignore the bother in the universe to avoid their own.

And even Odessa herself was guilty of it "How terrible."

Odessa furrowed her brows, she had heard the lady loud and clear, but the satisfaction and hungry inside her burned for more, an understandable "Excuse me?"

"In whose scripture and guide does it excuse this hardship?" Her voice was hushed yet poised "They silence our voices and break down the brave until all that's left is their blind followers. After mine and your generation dear the time before this one will be long forgotten, this will be not only their today, but their tomorrow. My word of advice for a beautiful young lady such as yourself- don't have children."