MistyKoopa

“I hope you aren’t feeling too unwell, miss,” the medical droid said to Cecilia. “Some people feel terrible after coming out of bacta submersion.” “Oh no, I feel fantastic! I can’t remember the last time I felt this good,” Cecilia grinned and stretched. It was true; Cecilia had left the bacta tank not only free of pain but feeling completely refreshed, especially after washing off the excess bacta fluid and dressing in brand new clothes that had been brought to her. Cecilia glanced in a mirror and without looking at her face admired the way the new garments looked on her. They were very similar to her old clothes, even down to the shade of black, but tailored custom for her body. “I’m glad to see you’re doing so well after recovering from such serious injuries,” a new voice spoke behind her. Cecilia whipped around and discovered it belonged to a man wearing a New Republic general’s uniform. “My name is General Danvu. It was my unit that transported you here to Coruscant from Asahii,

Pain was the first thing Cecilia was aware of as she slowly came to. She lay very still with her eyes closed, though her heart pounded with fear. She strained her ears for the sound of the slightest movement, terrified that Hydra was nearby. Cecilia could hear the regular hum of air return ducts, the frightened pounding of her heart, and the ragged sound of each painful breath she took, but nothing else. Feeling cautiously encouraged Cecilia very slowly opened her eyes, no more than a millimeter. The room was brightly lit, but it wasn’t the brig or any other room she recognized from the facility. What little Cecilia could see reminded her of the galley on the Crescent Hawk than anything else. Huh? Cecilia opened her eyes fully and saw a cheerful, if impersonal room. She realized she was laying on a couch and sat up, only to almost immediately regret it due to how painful it was to move; she had been in worse shape before, but not by much. She looked around and saw tables, chairs and

“Do you think they’re hurt?” “No, I think they’re okay, just stunned.” “What happened?” “Those weird people attacked them, that’s what! I hope they never come back here again.” Silver heard the voices speaking somewhere nearby and his eyes fluttered open. He felt winded and didn’t remember right away why he was lying on the ground. He groaned and sat up; beside him Visse and Misty were stirring as well. “Are you alright?” a voice asked him. Silver turned and saw it belonged to a purple male twi’lek. A dark skinned human woman stood beside him, looking as concerned as he had sounded. “Yeah-no!” Silver remembered what had happened and realized that someone was missing. "Where's Cecilia?!” “Oh shit!” Visse fully came to and sat up. “Cecilia…!” Misty pushed herself up as well. “Who?” The woman asked the group. “Our friend, Cecilia Crimsondragon! Where is she?” Silver asked them. “The half dragon?” the twi’lek asked. Silver nodded. “…I’m sorry. She’s gone; the weird people that

“Cheers!” all four members of the Crescent Hawk Mercenary Team and Shipping Service shouted in unison as they clanked their beer bottles together in the Drunken Zealot cantina in the spaceport of Rushalda. The cantina was busy and loud, with live music adding to the noise level, which in turn made it all the more lively. “To another delivery well done,” Silver said before taking a drink from his bottle. “To getting paid,” said Visse before drinking from his. “And spending a couple hours dirtside,” Misty giggled before drinking as well. “How about just to good friends,” Cecilia smiled under her robe, slipped her bottle under her hood and took a long drink from the bottle. When she had finished she slammed her bottle onto the table with the others. “So, since we have plenty of time to spare, how about we have a belching contest?” Visse suggested with a smirk. “Ah, no, last time we did that I got the hiccups and couldn’t stop burping for over an hour,” Silver shuddered slightly.

Cecilia made her way down the bustling streets of Logar together with Silver, Visse, and Misty. She had ditched the ugly scrap cloth robe for a solid black one weeks ago, but that didn’t stop everyone from staring at them as they walked through the grey, chilly spaceport back to their ship. “Man, you’d think that for a spaceport in the Outer Rim we’d be far from the weirdest ones to pass through here,” Silver commented as more people stared at them as they went by. “Tell me about it,” said Cecilia. “I could understand if I was wearing my old disguise, or not at all. But my nice new black robe makes everyone stare at us? That’s just bullshit!” They happened to be walking by an old clone trooper at that moment, and when he heard Cecilia’s voice he whipped around and stared at her black robe with wide, dark eyes. His female companion turned as well, looking at him in surprise. “And another one!” Cecilia exclaimed, exasperated. She turned around for a better look at the old clone

Five star systems later, Cecilia had still not yet left the Crescent Hawk. “You guys keep stopping at the most insignificant planets in the Outer Rim. Otherwise I’d have been out of your hair a while ago,” Cecilia told Silver in the cockpit of the Crescent Hawk. Outside the viewport the stars blurred as the ship jumped into hyperspace. “Yeah, that’s pretty normal for an independent freight service like ours,” said Silver. When Cecilia wasn’t looking he winked to Visse and Misty. “Sure you have places in the Outer Rim Territories that are large enough to justify standard commercial shipping services. But there are many more that rely on people like us to do their shipping for them.” “So you travel all over the Outer Rim in the shipping business. That’s pretty cool.” “Really? You don’t find that boring at all?” Misty asked as the four of them walked back into the common area. Cecilia shook her head. “No way. Back in the facility I never even had access to rooms with windows in ‘em.

Garbage rattled noisily in the back alley dumpster as Cecilia rummaged through it for even an edible crumb. Her stomach howled in agony and she sighed. She’d been stranded for seven months, and was down to her last half of a ration bar. Cecilia had been able to stretch out her rations by stealing prepackaged food from the occasional cargo ships that came to Paneru Outpost, but it hadn’t been nearly enough. I’ll never last long enough for the next one to arrive, Cecilia thought sadly to herself as she stared unhappily at the garbage through the fabric of her hood. And there’s not enough game in the forest here for me to live off of either. But, at least I’ll die out here instead of back at the lab with those bastards. That thought wasn’t especially comforting, but the sound of arguing voices beyond the alley caught her attention. Paneru Outpost was normally a very quiet place. Cecilia hesitated, but curiosity got the better of her and she peered around the corner. The source of the

Cecilia made her way through the blazing hot streets of Mos Espa with a slight feeling of unease in her gut. There was a far greater criminal element here than on any other planet she had been to in the six standard months since escaping, and while she could appreciate why an ally of the Jedi might chose to be a representative there, Cecilia would have never came if she’d known how bad it’d actually be. So many people aren’t just staring at me, they’re actively watching me. It’s a wonder that I’m not being outright followed. I ought to ask the contact for an escort back to my ship. So much for the great daimyo keeping everything orderly in Mos Espa, Cecilia snorted as she thought back to the research she had done on HoloNet during her flight to Tatooine. I didn’t even look into who this guy is. When I get back to Dragon Wing I’m going to look up just who this laser brain even is, and why he’s not doing a better job keeping his stupid spaceport safer. She finally found the address

“C’mon you, unlike you I haven’t got all day!” the man escorting Cecilia back to the Genetic Infusion Lab barked to her. “And you have to rest because you’re going into the flight sim again tomorrow morning, and Admiral Cantorin expects peak performance out of you.” Does it look like I give a shit? The now teenage Cecilia bitterly thought to herself. Cecilia ducked slightly to get through the door, not because she was exceptionally tall (although she was tall for a woman), but because of her large crimson and gold wings. She was powerfully built, and when she walked her brown, shoulder length curls bounced slightly with each step, her long tail slightly swaying back and forth. Just as she had as a young child, she wore only a black tube top and matching pants; the white star with six thin spikes was displayed on the front of her top. The once bustling Genetic Infusion Laboratory had long had most of its equipment removed; its staff down to one on-duty personnel to watch Cecilia at

“Where are we going?” Cecilia asked the man, who had introduced himself as Doctor Chrysalis, head of the Genetic Infusion Laboratory. It was the first time she had left the Genetic Infusion Laboratory since awakening about a week or so ago. “We’re going to perform some measurements today.” “But you did that back at the lab. You weighed me and measured my size and the wings and everything.” “These are a different kind of measurement. The Genetic Infusion Laboratory is a very nice place and a nice little home for you, but its uses are limited. We have different labs for different experiments and tests. Now, come along in,” he said to her, for they had arrived at their destination. Cecilia hesitated. She was afraid of everyone, and especially didn’t trust Doctor Chrysalis. If they could make her a dragon, they could do any horrible thing to her as far as she was concerned. But he nudged her forward and she stumbled into the new room. It was similar to a very small gym. There was a