Chapter 6 - A Loss, A Gain
[Phone, backdated to November 1st]
This is a call for anyone who knows Aurica Nestmile. As of this morning, she...
She's been droned, and if the information that I've been given is correct, it's not temporary.
[There's an uncomfortable, pained pause.]
I'm sorry.
We'll take good care of her.
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[Action A - 458 Stone Street, Morning, November 16th]
[The days had been dreary ones for Dakki, after Aurica's droning. Chen and Gat were still fine company, and she was very much thankful for them. But Aurica was someone that she had promised to protect and care for. And she had been unable to do that. The town had made it impossible. The injustice of Mayfield had become much more clear, and it was weighing on her much more heavily.
Still, she could be cheered up. And she was somewhat cheered to see that there was a package in the mail for her. It was a small box, as tall as it was wide. Somehow, she knew it wouldn't be her body... hadn't Gat gotten his back on a card? But if it was still hers, that was still something. She placed it down on the kitchen table, broke the packing tape with a knife, and then flipped open the lid.]
It's...? Oh, hey!
[It was a deactivated photon saber, which looked to be no more than a foot-long handle. Dakki held it up and turned it about, then smiled as she saw the spot engraved with her name. Making sure the kitchen was clear, she held it at the ready and powered it on. A brilliant green-white blade of solid light grew from the hilt. Three small photon stabilizers floated free and orbited around the base of the sword. This was a proper weapon.
The day was suddenly looking much more cheerful.]
[Action B - Park, Morning and Afternoon]
[Like a child with a new toy, Dakki very much wants to show off her regained weapon. It was under the pretense of "needing practice", as all of her training sessions over the last few months were with conventional weapons with conventional weapon balances... but practice probably didn't necessitate that much joyful "hah!"ing and "huwah!". Or that many acrobatic leaps.]
This is a call for anyone who knows Aurica Nestmile. As of this morning, she...
She's been droned, and if the information that I've been given is correct, it's not temporary.
[There's an uncomfortable, pained pause.]
I'm sorry.
We'll take good care of her.
-------
[Action A - 458 Stone Street, Morning, November 16th]
[The days had been dreary ones for Dakki, after Aurica's droning. Chen and Gat were still fine company, and she was very much thankful for them. But Aurica was someone that she had promised to protect and care for. And she had been unable to do that. The town had made it impossible. The injustice of Mayfield had become much more clear, and it was weighing on her much more heavily.
Still, she could be cheered up. And she was somewhat cheered to see that there was a package in the mail for her. It was a small box, as tall as it was wide. Somehow, she knew it wouldn't be her body... hadn't Gat gotten his back on a card? But if it was still hers, that was still something. She placed it down on the kitchen table, broke the packing tape with a knife, and then flipped open the lid.]
It's...? Oh, hey!
[It was a deactivated photon saber, which looked to be no more than a foot-long handle. Dakki held it up and turned it about, then smiled as she saw the spot engraved with her name. Making sure the kitchen was clear, she held it at the ready and powered it on. A brilliant green-white blade of solid light grew from the hilt. Three small photon stabilizers floated free and orbited around the base of the sword. This was a proper weapon.
The day was suddenly looking much more cheerful.]
[Action B - Park, Morning and Afternoon]
[Like a child with a new toy, Dakki very much wants to show off her regained weapon. It was under the pretense of "needing practice", as all of her training sessions over the last few months were with conventional weapons with conventional weapon balances... but practice probably didn't necessitate that much joyful "hah!"ing and "huwah!". Or that many acrobatic leaps.]