Day 7 ME: The search for...

[Moyr Ahaya]

Moyr listened without interruption, and her eyes were widening in the process. Words definitely registered, but whatever responses were forming in her head were not uttered. In her breathing and body language, especially the movement of her lekku, it was evident, however, that the Togruta's emotions resonated much stronger. Frustration, indignation, anger, passion, confusion, anxiety... they were all taken in by Moyr, informing her most private grasp of truth. There were no tears, but there was no attempt to build distance either. Quite the opposite, she was leaning in, as if magnetically attracted, and when Baes was on the end of her tirade, the Lethan darted toward her, caught her chin, pulled it up and locked her lips in their most passionate kiss to date. One of intensity that steals the breath away both figuratively and literally. And she wasn't letting go for a very long time, pressing and grasping harder, as if she had formed one singular storm from all the scattered emotions Baes had released and was now letting it rage.

[Baesal Zyn]

Of the many things that could have happened, that she expected to happen, this was the most un expected. One could say that it even confused her.

It was strange, they certainly had fooled around before...but this seemed very different, way more intense

''Moyr?''

[Moyr Ahaya]

Moyr stared at her from up close wordlessly for a moment, regaining breath.

"I won't argue with you, Baes. I need time to process what you've just said." She released aire audibly. "...I'll go ask around for a buyer for this costume of yours. I'll be back shortly." She rubbed her chest circularly, then straightened and stepped away.

[Baesal Zyn]

Baesal was still confused but let Moyr go

''Okay...I'll busy myself here in the meanwhile...''

[Moyr Ahaya]

"She unholstered her pistol and put it on the table while turning around.

"If you find time."

She neither teased nor dared, just left the decision to Baes, then slipped out of the truck, hyperventilating the air outside. Then, she slowly got into the groove of the nooks and crannies of the district, rehearsing whatever feedback Baes had given her about Vera Hawke fandom.

ME. Looking for outfit buyer for Baes. Streetwise. Assisted.: 1eP+2eA+2eB+2eD 1 failure, 4 advantage, 1 Triumph


[Per book: Moyr didn't find the buyer, but obtained alternative information worth 3 Advantages and secured a permanent informer worth 1 Triumph]

[Baesal Zyn]

Baesal watched her leave, wondering. Then she brings the gun to her bench

Mod: Moyr day 7: damage, assist, bench, inventor: 2eA+2eP+3eD+2eB 3 successes, 3 advantage

[Dapper Dog]

"She unholstered her pistol and put it on the table while turning around.

"If you find time."

She neither teased nor dared, just left the decision to Baes, then slipped out of the truck, hyperventilating the air outside. Then, she slowly got into the groove of the nooks and crannies of the district, rehearsing whatever feedback Baes had given her about Vera Hawke fandom.

ME. Looking for outfit buyer for Baes. Streetwise. Assisted.: 1eP+2eA+2eB+2eD 1 failure, 4 advantage, 1 Triumph

[Per book: Moyr didn't find the buyer, but obtained alternative information worth 3 Advantages and secured a permanent informer worth 1 Triumph]

She finds out there is a brisk trade among fans on a fansite called the Hawke-Net, one of the moderators is named Vera-Luv and they love all things Vera Hawke.

They get contact info for this individual on the Holonet.

[Moyr Ahaya]

Moyr returned with that information to Baes, much calmer. She carried a gentle smile.

"It looks like doing it via Holonet will give you a better price."

[Baesal Zyn]

She turns as she finishes polishing Moyr's gun

''That's good''

[Moyr Ahaya]

"I sent Vera-Luv a private message, though no reply so far." Moyr sat somewhere, her expression contemplative.

[Baesal Zyn]

She gave a simple nod

''Thanks'' Baesal also sat down

[Moyr Ahaya]

"...Thank you for believing in me, Baes." She uttered with tenderness in her voice, glancing at the Togruta.

[Baesal Zyn]

Baesal glanced shyly at Moyr and simply gave a nod for she could not find the words to reply

But then she said in an almost whisper: ''I had a vision an the crazy diner...the last step was facing the death of a loved one without being able to save the individual.''

She pressed her lips together

[Moyr Ahaya]

Moyr smiled reassuringly and reached out to touch her.

"I don't believe in fate much, Beassie. We make our own destiny. Things get fated only when we give up."

[Baesal Zyn]

''What I saw was not the future Moyr...it was you killing yourself'' she replied with difficulty

[Moyr Ahaya]

"I certainly do much to do the exact opposite..." Moyr was befuddled by the suggestion. She had no suicidal tendencies to speak of. Quite the opposite, her imperative to fight for her life practically never wavered. "Not the future? I don't think I understand... I shot at my own simulacrum in the Tombs of the Dark Lords during the Ordeal, but I think I missed."

[Baesal Zyn]

''No, not suicide...two you. The second killed the first''

she frowned

''I'm not sure if its a prophecy but I'm inclined to say it is a metaphor''

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Except there are not two of me, Baes. I am not schizophrenically divided between the good one and the bad one who struggle for my direction, a Light Moyr and a Dark Moyr. It's just me. If it's a metaphor, it's not a terribly useful one. I wonder who put that vision in your head." Moyr leaned in to hug the Togruta. "The best of me and the worst of me is one person. It doesn't work to love one and not the other."

[Baesal Zyn]

Baes hugged Moyr back

''You may not see it that way...but...you told me you felt somewhat like this. The dark side is fueled by conflict and strife and makes peace impossible...even peace with yourself''

She rested her head on her shoulder

''The galaxy needs a rebel to shake things up, I won't deny it, but I don't think that rebel can be fully dark for it would be to easy to set her as a villain for she might really end up as one. Successful rebels inspire and motivates people to become better and make the world better in turn.''

[Moyr Ahaya]

"The funny thing, Baes, is that I am not interested in being a hero in this. Glory or legacy hold not much value for me. I don't care how I will be remembered. I am fine with just seeing the status quo turned into ruins so that I can be free from its oppression. I am happy to leave the building for someone else." She poked Baes' montral gently. "Someone who is actually good at it."

[Baesal Zyn]

She poked back

''Heroes do not seek glory...and there needs be something to rebuild, something to believe in''

[Moyr Ahaya]

"If you think I'll manage to destroy everything you're not being realistic, dear." Moyr stuck her tongue out.

[Baesal Zyn]

Baesal smiled ''Then destroy only what needs to be, be precise, be graceful, amazing...''

[Moyr Ahaya]

"And who will define what those selective things to unmake are if not myself? Aesthetics don't matter if there is no freedom. If I wanted a beautiful prison I should have allowed myself to be sold into slavery, and live a life of millions Twi'leks in this galaxy. Graceful and amazing in their slavishly trivial existence."

[Baesal Zyn]

''Yourself of course'' she replied to that

''Sadly, you can't make a proper evaluation without knowing what is to be changed and that can't be done if your mind is clouded with rage and hate''