ShadowsInTheStorm

She knew what she was. People around her didn't. Not anymore at least. She recognized this now as she walked across the sandy surface of Tatooine. The heat glared down at her, but she almost couldn't feel it. She was cold on the inside; cold enough to let her ignore the blinding heat. After all, what did one feel after they were already dead? And if she was anything, she was certainly dead. Dead to feeling, dead to emotion, dead to the world, and more than anything, dead to herself. She walked into Anchorhead, her previously white hair whipping in the wind, sending small lines of red in front of her face. She reached out and quickly caught

A/N: Shorter chapter. Sorry guys. Nar Shaddaa. Force it had been a long time since I had wondered the streets here alone. The last time that had been was back when I was Kiana and had still been working as a bounty hunter after my exile. Those were interesting times. I shook my head to clear it of those thoughts as I worked my way back over to the Nar Shaddaa docks. I was apparently supposed to meet this Visquis. It was apparent to me that he was trying to kill me and deliver me to GOTO. That's all these bounty hunters wanted. Oh well. I had finally made it to the door that lead to the docks when I heard a sound behind me. "Kiana? Is it re

The Jedi exile stared out the Ebon Hawk's viewport, her deep blue eyes unfocused. It was easy to tell the Arkanian Offshoot's mind was far away from the ship was currently sitting in, but it was impossible to tell where her mind was wondering. She hadn't exactly been the same since everything had happened and her life's course had been forever altered. Then again, she hadn't expected everything to be the same. After everything she had found out and everything she had been told, there hadn't been a doubt in her mind what she was going to do. That didn't make it any less easy though. A quiet beeping jerked the young woman out of her thoughts a