Sith's Awakening - a Starwars story

𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗘 𝗧𝗘𝗡 - 𝖡𝖫𝖮𝖮𝖣 𝖥𝖠𝖫𝖫𝖲

As land tapered into an endless valley of train tracks and warehouses the two girls began to question themselves, finding every muddy cave in the ground identical to the last. The tread became tedious, every step forward becoming more aching than the last.

The ground rumbled, smoke and stench filling Plivatti's senses, enough to push through the lingering cloud of grime that surrounded them both. A train approached from the distance, slowing to a loud halt outside a large warehouse in the distance. Both of them watched the metal structure climb to a complete stop, wordlessly agreeing upon approaching it. The twi'lek itched for things to say, unable to find the words that would come to her rescue, as Erollisi continued to distance herself.

"What made you do it? I know that thug didn't." Leta finally spoke, easing peace of mind that maybe not all was broken between them. She glanced to Pliva, face pale and covered in dirt.

Plivatti gnawed at her lower lip, passively averting Leta's gaze. "I don't know it just happened. I think there's a lot of.. pent up stuff from what happened at the temple."

In a soft sigh, Leta digressed. "I can't.. blame you.." the words came out slowly, dancing around issues torn between one moral and one sentimence. "It was so brutal, Pliva. You made me sick.. it was too much like Kydraa." They neared the long train faster under the distraction their conversation made. Leta continued, pulling herself into an open train car, offering a hand out warily to Plivatti.

"I'm sorry," the twi'lek answered, taking her hand and lugging herself up and into the train car, rocking it slightly. "When we get out of this mess,, this will all be a harsh memory." She chuckled it off insensitively, feeling the chances slim of their peace.

A calm ambience was set in frame in front of them, deep Darropolis shining highly into the dark sky, left to wonder how far they were from Republic City exactly- or if they even wanted to return. Leta furrowed her brows at the proposition, scooting back against a large crate. "With this war, maybe we'll just ignore it.. go our separate ways just in case."

Sounding brash about the war was far from Plivatti's mind- in fact, she agreed with what Leta said besides the splitting part, feeling it was only born out of her wanting to be away from the twi'lek. "I don't want to get involved at all. I want to see my dad." Plivatti tapped her fingers comfortingly on her knees, daydreaming about not being a jedi, just really being free.

"You always talk about your dad, why is he so much better than Miss Eli? She was sweet around the temple." It was as if Leta's words awoke the vessel they stowed away in, rumbling to life and moving with a redundant clatter against the tracks.

"I never said that,"

"You act like it's the case," Leta shot back quickly, beginning to rake out dried mud from her dark hair.

Plivatti stiffened herself, plunging deep into her mind to receive the answers. "Uhm. Well, my dad, Papa Dro.. I guess he's always allowed me to be who I want to. I'm not made to do anything." She wiggled her fingers, creating an image born from a memory, setting herself as the main character in times coated in sunlight. Though, they were only saddening now.

Leta willingly let the wind bleed into her hair, listening vaguely to Plivatti's reasoning as things began to get more loud with the constant ricket of train tracks; but, she still heard. "Sometimes rules are good."

The taste of blood distracted Plivatti for a moment, failing to answer as she ran her tongue over her teeth to dispel the taste. "I'm not saying that.." she mumbled at first, repeating herself after a moment. "I know rules are good sometimes but I connect with my dad more. My mother is bland, fake and nonexistent but only for me."