Rumors of Eol Sha

Sawyer tilted her head so that her ear would be closer. She could have sworn that the man in the bright purple ensemble had said that he was from Eol Sha. He was talking to another man but Sawyer couldn’t see him well from this angle. They stopped speaking before she could hear anything of value.

Sawyer wished that she could remember if Coronet had a library. She was sure that she had read somewhere that the colony of Eol Sha had been relocated on Dantooine by the Skywalker Jedi. A few years ago, Sawyer wouldn’t have believed a Jedi even existed. But now she knew better. She knew the dangers that they pose.

Kierra learned by listening and watching and interacting with people. Huntley swore that you could learn everything about people by how they treated the planet and animals. But, for Sawyer, it was all about reading.

She wandered the city looking for anything that would point her in the right direction, but found herself back at the starport again. She realized that she’d stopped looking for the archives and had been thinking about the vast amounts of resources that she’d need to build houses for her and her sisters.

Sawyer decided that it was time to do things the way her sisters did. She’d ask a few questions like Kierra and then find her own way out there like Huntley. She stepped out of the rain and into the starport and purchased a ticket for the Mining Outpost. Her flight wouldn’t leave for a couple of hours.

She sat in the starport waiting to hear the call for her flight to Dantooine to board. It wasn’t long before she nodded off, only waking when she heard her name. Not “Sawyer” but Darkdust.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes and then stretching, Sawyer heard it again. Clearer this time. And then, briefly, she saw him. Her father.

Bestine? More Like Worstine

Kierra made her way through the starport. She hoped that Huntley would help Sawyer find her way to the bank. After all, Huntley was the best tracker of the three. And Sawyer? Sawyer did just fine unless she was trying to figure out some schematic or lost in her mind wondering where the best place was to harvest wind. Both happened often.

And Huntley? Kierra was certain that, by now, Huntley was roasting something over a campfire. If you didn’t know Huntley all that well, you’d think that she didn’t care about anyone or anything. The truth was that Huntley cared TOO much and avoiding people was her way of coping.

Kierra’s hand reached instinctively into her satchel to retrieve her datapad as she cleared the starport. She sighed. It’d been more than ten years since she’d had a datapad. Coming back here must have triggered a muscle memory or something. She’d have to go back inside to look at the maps just like she did when she was a kid.

Back inside, she was appalled to see that the map system was down. As were schedules for shuttles to any cities but the oldest. A Hutt walked (slithered? shuffled?) by.

“Excuse me?” Kierra said.
The Hutt turned, “Yes?”
“Do you know how to get to Mos Vegas?” Kierra asked, a little embarrassed that she couldn’t remember the way.
The Hutt looked at her in disbelief. “Honey, Mos Vegas has been gone for years.” She blinked her eyes and waited for Kierra to get over the obvious shock. “A Sandstorm took her out. They’ve been kicking up badly for years now.”
Kierra nodded. “Tuskenario?”
The Hutt shook her head. “Flattened in a skirmish between the damned rebels and the stinking Empire.”
“So, what I’m seeing is what is left? Everything gone? Everyone gone?” Kierra sat down on the floor. For the moment not caring about the emerald silk gown.
“How long have you been gone?” The Hutt woman asked.
“Just over ten years,” Kierra said.
“Sorry, honey. It’s a whole new world out there. Do you have somewhere to stay?” The Hutt woman asked.
“Booked a gig in the cantina here. Owner is putting me up,” Kierra lied. “Thank you, ma’am.”
“Dancer?” The woman asked.
Kierra nodded.
“Good. We’re short on those these days.” She said.

Back on Corellia

Huntley watched as Kierra smoothed the wrinkles from her dress, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she did. Her sister had a way of looking like she belonged wherever they happened to be at the moment.

Sawyer was the last of the triplets to emerge from the ship, dragging crates of various ores and metals behind her. Kierra grabbed one of the crates, grimacing at the weight of it and then shot Huntley a look.

Huntley sighed. She knew better than to argue with Kierra. She walked over and helped unload Sawyer’s gear.

“Thanks, Huntley.” Sawyer said, “As soon as I have what I need, we’ll all have homes to call our own again.”
“Yep.” Huntley said in response.
“I know that you didn’t want to come back, Leigh-” Kierra began.
“HUNTLEY.” Huntley hadn’t been called Leigh since they were children and joined their father on her first hunting expedition. Kierra knew that but always insisted on calling her Leigh whenever she was trying to be serious.
“Sorry. I’ll work on that.” Kierra said. “Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for coming back.”

Huntley wouldn’t admit the truth. Though she was here to help with family matters and that was true, she was also delighted to be off of that awful ship. Ten years of roaming the skies had been enough. She could smell the fresh air, the river nearby. She was itching to roast something over an open fire.

Soon Kierra was boarding a flight to Tatooine, their home world. Afterward, Huntley would help Sawyer deposit her goods in a safe deposit box. Sawyer would be off to survey for various resources and Huntley would be free to do as she pleased. For now.