Seems like a lifetime ago. Pondering the days of yesterday was never something I did on a regular basis. Yet today, I am filled with yesterdays reminders as I stroll through my Nubian home. Home. I poured another glass of Brandy as I thought about that word. This really wasn’t a home anymore. A home is filled with love and laughter. The Galactic Civil War has pretty much put a stop to that. It wasn’t a home anymore. It was more of an empty domain these days, shielding me from the world’s issues.
I sat in front of the fireplace, sipping my Brandy. My eyes watching the flickering light and listening to the cracking sounds that emitted from it. Once again, my mind slipped into the past. The fire in front of me gave me a complicated mixed feeling of both peace and outrage at the same time…
I can see her there, by the firelight as I sampled for materials deep into the night. She cared for me as I got weak, keeping me on my task. The countless times we camped together in some far off wilderness during our hunts or to just get away from it all. She was always there. We shared much more than just a friendship.
The sounds of fireworks echoing outside jolted me from my thoughts. I went upstairs through the bedroom to view the lights in the sky from the balcony. I stood in awe as a nearby city was celebrating. What they were celebrating was beyond me, but the colorfully lit and exploding sky reminded me of her again.
Bela Vistal was the place. The event was a musical performance, put on by some of the galaxies finest dancers and musicians. We sat amongst the crowds watching, laughing and cheering the performers. Afterwards, we sat at the edge of the colorful fountains, watching the grand finale of the firework show. It was there and then I gave her a ring. It was a ring of companionship and love. A ring manufactured by Penumbra’s own Fallon, from the finest rare materials. My world was complete.
My smile faded from my face as the last explosion of lights died into the Nubian sky. Darkness settled in. I felt cold.
“This is UNACCEPTABLE Quayzar!” the Colonel’s voice echoed in my head. I stood in disbelief, wondering why this was such a big deal as compared the Galactic Civil War.
“I will not tolerate your lack of loyalty to this war. Keep your emotions in check and concentrate on the task at hand, not on a Female OFFICER! This ends TODAY! And to ensure that you are fully compliant with this order, I have personally placed a bounty on your head and hers to terminate both of your existences from this galaxy if you don’t.”
I looked over my left shoulder to see an armored individual. He nodded slightly at me, clutching his Carbon. Bounty Hunters were a strange breed. They had no allegiance to either side. Just a deep seeded greed to do anything for monetary gain. And even though I couldn’t see his face, I knew he was smiling. He was just waiting in anticipation for me to cross that line so he could profit from it.
I turned back towards the Colonel to say something, anything in my defense.
“Do not utter a single word!” his stern words cut me off. “There is no debate on this issue”, he said slamming his fists onto the desk between us.
I could feel the rage inside me building. My mind raced as I played out scenarios in my mind. Killing the Colonel would be treason. Besides, the Bounty Hunter was ready to strike if I flinched. Was I fast enough to take both of them out? No, there must be a better way.
I nodded towards the Colonel, giving him my reluctant acceptance to his wishes. I turned and removed myself from his office.
The next few days after that meeting, I wandered throughout the Galaxy. Hunting, fishing or manufacturing goods for my vendor. Just about anything to keep my mind busy instead of pondering on the past. That is, until I found myself here on Naboo. I was startled out of my trance by the beeping of my Data Pad. I looked down on it to see a message from Barlow. “Drinks on the house” the text glowed. A small smile came across my face. I tended to the house maintenance and headed out towards Theed.
As I approached the capital of Naboo though, I noticed that my Swoop was not performing well. A quick stop at the local garage was in order before I headed to Coronet. While at the garage, the mechanic quickly diagnosed the issue. A tracking device was interfering with the propulsion unit. I hung my head, knowing why it was there.
“Removing the device will render the Swoop useless,” the mechanic commented.
“Do me a favor would you?” I handed the mechanic some credits, “Destroy it.”
The mechanic, without hesitation, took my credits. “You got it”.
Entering my old stomping grounds brought an overwhelming comfort to me. The Musicians and Dancers performing always knew how to entertain the crowds. I passed by several dancers, giving me their seductive looks, enticing me to watch. But I was there for a drink. Not entertainment.
“You have caused quite a stir these past few weeks,” the bartender winked.
“You know?’ I quickly asked him.
“I am a bartender Hurst, I know a lot more than you may realize,” he chuckled, knowing I was giving him a hard time.
“Thanks,” I said accepting the drink he slid to me, “But I am just here for the free drinks” I mumbled, raising my glass to him. I downed the first drink and passed it back to him.
“Slow down there soldier,” he smiled.
He slid another drink to me and then tapped 3 fingers on the counter before attending to other patrons. Barlow and I always had this sixth sense. We knew what the other was thinking or passed info along to each other oblivious to the people around us. Tonight was no exception. There were 3 Bounty Hunters in the Cantina. I surmised that they probably showed up shortly after I had my swoop destroyed.
I scanned the smoke filled room casually. No doubt, Barlow was right. I swung back towards the bar, finishing my drink and started wondering how to remove myself from this Bounty on my head. There seemed no way out.
Barlow pulled a glass from under the counter and filled it in front of me.
“One more and you will be all set,” he mumbled.
I began tipping the glass towards my lips when something caught my eye. There, etched into the bottom of the glass were words “Forgive Me”. I continued drinking down the beverage, staring into the bottom of the glass at the words. What did it mean?
I began to feel dizzy. The glass slipped from my hand and crashed on the floor.
“You okay?” Barlow said looking concerned. But things began to get blurry. I could hear some shuffling around me. I couldn’t focus on anything. The room began to move. Colors were blending into one another. I tried to stand up…