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RE: Ashla Marr
AAR: on the vengeance, after the private funeral for the troops.
The day had been long and tiring for Ashla, once more she was called upon by Auro to be the nice person and help the new guys. She didn't mind, after all, she was good natured of heart. She glanced across the room and thought of her achievements today in helping Auro understand what was going on. Though she wasn't as much proud of herself in not telling anyone how she got the information. She was proud that she did get it.
Though, it still bothered her that there appeared to be this big rift between the party and the 2nd Battalion. Why weren't they invited to the funeral? Why weren't they informed about the funeral? Was it because Demaya didn't trust the party? Or was it because the 2nd Battalion in general didn't trust the party? These questions rested heavily on Ashla as she watched Amelia.
Still, Ashla was proud of herself. She found a way to prevent what otherwise could have been a bad situation for everyone. She also learned that the Vengeance had a vast network of crawl spaces that one could use to slip through the ship unseen. She also learned how to bypass the security on the hatches within this network. It was an achievement that she was proud of.
As she re-positioned herself on her bed, she watched Amelia unpack. This raised another question in Ashla's mind. As she had watched Master Chun and Auro slowly raise to becoming strong Weapon Master's, she had desired to follow the same path. She thought of other masters in the order, but really didn't trust them. Auro came to mind, but she worried that he already had too much on his plate. She didn't want to add to it. Demaya simply wasn't in the mindset to teach.
She let out a heavy sigh as she felt conflicted about who she would ask. 'Maybe after the war,' she thought. The war, Ashla turned her attention to the large window of her VIP Quarters. The city beyond the Vengeance was in ruin. Her eyes searched for the city that she had first seen a few months ago. There were signs, but in general, that city was gone. Now, darkness had laid its hand over the city.
In her own vision, she could see the death. It hung over the city like smog on other worlds. 'City of a million lights,' she thought with sadness. She looked down and dimmed her vision as she added in sorrow, 'a city of a million deaths, now' There was so much suffering, so much pain. The very Force here had turned dark and twisted. Ashla had often searched the city for the source of this darkness, and couldn't find its source. It was as if the war itself was the source and everyone a part of it was feeding it.
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