Entry Number 050603A
It took hours to find Canto Bight. My throat felt dry and barren when I first saw the luxurious city in the horizon. I checked the map Navaien was carrying (one of the printed ones, a rare treat) and saw that what we were seeing wasn't a mirage, but the true city of gangsters and casinos Raller worked in. I almost forgot that we were sent here to investigate the Resistance mission, I fully immersed myself in what I'd ask Raller when we get to Bight.
For some time of walking, we saw nothing in the desert, except a few Cantonican cacti that Navaien absolutely ravaged into when Rose cut them apart with her sword. We saved some of the slips for water when we got thirsty, but even they weren't an endless supply, and how much can four travelers carry in outfits with no pockets. I let Rogan have the rest of mine, as a 'thank you' and an apology for fucking up the ship. I suppose she realized what had happened as I was quite frankly thinking about that the entire time, and if the Force-sensitive mind reading is true and not a rumour, then she had already forgiven me considering she didn't tell anyone of my misadventure with buttons. It was a learnt lesson.
Staring in her profile, I admired her jaw and her strong features, her black hair messed up in the wind and the piercings she had in her ears. They hung low now that she wore large and decorative earrings, but usually her choice of piercings were simple Tatooinian steel. She gave me a sense of security I didn't know I had lacked for a long while. Nonetheless, what intrigued me was the talk we had with Navaien while walking, a little behind Rose and Rogan who were preoccupied with reporting back to the Finalizer that we're quite alright and walking towards Canto Bight now.
"We can't exclude the fact that she very well might be his daughter," Navaien said, staring at the back of her dress which was currently covered in sand.
"We can't say for sure that he is his daughter either," I mused, rubbing my chapped lips. Navaien stared at me for a long time before I continued, just to break the awkward silence. "Maybe she truly is just some scum he picked along the way."
"And what about that pidgeon she carried with her?" Navaien muttered, pulling the white shirt over his head tighter. He looked like a very albino Twi'lek like this, which made me snort. "What pidgeon?" I asked, inspecting his face. I set my hand on his cheek and brushed away the dirt, which made him shake his head and subsequently his dark curls. "You mean the crow she carried? I think she still keeps it around."
"Siths and Jedi usually kept an animal as a companion," He murmured, pulling me a little closer underneath his own shade. I felt my cheeks flush a little, but it was certainly from the hot weather. It was basically midday.
"And so what? I could keep a fish and that wouldn't make me connected to it. It doesn't matter, Navaien, and even if she is his daughter. Organa doesn't have a way of taking her from him now, she's converted." Navaien at that raised his brows, and I stared at him questionably. "Oh really? When the ship was falling, I witnessed her with my own eyes mutter something about the Jedi and the Resistance herself. She's not as black and white as you see her."
I laughed at that, staring at Rose who was currently leaning into Rogan so she stops limping. "All I see her in now is black."
Navaien shrugged, before he abruptly stopped walking, staring at me. I looked at him, raising a brow.
"When this is all finished, I'll have to leave." He says, fiddling with his thumbs. I stare at him, as if he expected me to react in the most wonderous way. "Yes, I am quite aware."
"You're a nice person. I don't want to leave you in the claws of..that." He motions towards the two figures in front of us, making me shrug. "I've been raised my entire life with people like them. It won't be much of a difference. I find it hard to believe Leia Organa will openhandedly accept me in her group."
Navaien shook his head and took my hands in his, still covered with that stupid shirt. I stared at him, searching his expression for anything, anything to replace that surge of hope I felt whenever I was near him. I closed my eyes, but felt his dry breath against my face. "You're wrong. It won't be like this. The Resistance works for us all, not just for Organa and her family. The Galaxy will be a better place, trust me. The First Order is on the wrong side, you know that. You can feel it inside of you. You have the Force inside of you, we all do."
I felt something twist in my stomach. I knew he was right, but I was taught this way. I didn't know what to do, what to say, or answer. His hold on me tightened, and I forgot where we were.
"Look at me."
For some time of walking, we saw nothing in the desert, except a few Cantonican cacti that Navaien absolutely ravaged into when Rose cut them apart with her sword. We saved some of the slips for water when we got thirsty, but even they weren't an endless supply, and how much can four travelers carry in outfits with no pockets. I let Rogan have the rest of mine, as a 'thank you' and an apology for fucking up the ship. I suppose she realized what had happened as I was quite frankly thinking about that the entire time, and if the Force-sensitive mind reading is true and not a rumour, then she had already forgiven me considering she didn't tell anyone of my misadventure with buttons. It was a learnt lesson.
Staring in her profile, I admired her jaw and her strong features, her black hair messed up in the wind and the piercings she had in her ears. They hung low now that she wore large and decorative earrings, but usually her choice of piercings were simple Tatooinian steel. She gave me a sense of security I didn't know I had lacked for a long while. Nonetheless, what intrigued me was the talk we had with Navaien while walking, a little behind Rose and Rogan who were preoccupied with reporting back to the Finalizer that we're quite alright and walking towards Canto Bight now.
"We can't exclude the fact that she very well might be his daughter," Navaien said, staring at the back of her dress which was currently covered in sand.
"We can't say for sure that he is his daughter either," I mused, rubbing my chapped lips. Navaien stared at me for a long time before I continued, just to break the awkward silence. "Maybe she truly is just some scum he picked along the way."
"And what about that pidgeon she carried with her?" Navaien muttered, pulling the white shirt over his head tighter. He looked like a very albino Twi'lek like this, which made me snort. "What pidgeon?" I asked, inspecting his face. I set my hand on his cheek and brushed away the dirt, which made him shake his head and subsequently his dark curls. "You mean the crow she carried? I think she still keeps it around."
"Siths and Jedi usually kept an animal as a companion," He murmured, pulling me a little closer underneath his own shade. I felt my cheeks flush a little, but it was certainly from the hot weather. It was basically midday.
"And so what? I could keep a fish and that wouldn't make me connected to it. It doesn't matter, Navaien, and even if she is his daughter. Organa doesn't have a way of taking her from him now, she's converted." Navaien at that raised his brows, and I stared at him questionably. "Oh really? When the ship was falling, I witnessed her with my own eyes mutter something about the Jedi and the Resistance herself. She's not as black and white as you see her."
I laughed at that, staring at Rose who was currently leaning into Rogan so she stops limping. "All I see her in now is black."
Navaien shrugged, before he abruptly stopped walking, staring at me. I looked at him, raising a brow.
"When this is all finished, I'll have to leave." He says, fiddling with his thumbs. I stare at him, as if he expected me to react in the most wonderous way. "Yes, I am quite aware."
"You're a nice person. I don't want to leave you in the claws of..that." He motions towards the two figures in front of us, making me shrug. "I've been raised my entire life with people like them. It won't be much of a difference. I find it hard to believe Leia Organa will openhandedly accept me in her group."
Navaien shook his head and took my hands in his, still covered with that stupid shirt. I stared at him, searching his expression for anything, anything to replace that surge of hope I felt whenever I was near him. I closed my eyes, but felt his dry breath against my face. "You're wrong. It won't be like this. The Resistance works for us all, not just for Organa and her family. The Galaxy will be a better place, trust me. The First Order is on the wrong side, you know that. You can feel it inside of you. You have the Force inside of you, we all do."
I felt something twist in my stomach. I knew he was right, but I was taught this way. I didn't know what to do, what to say, or answer. His hold on me tightened, and I forgot where we were.
"Look at me."