((Ooc: I'm here, I'm here.))
Astroara sat back in her seat, her arms wrapped around her knees. She gazed blankly into space, just thinking. Where am I to go now? What am I to do? The whole galaxy hates me, the Jedi hate me, I hate Granta Omega... There's nothing left for me now...
"Hey, you okay?"
The question caught her off gaurd. Astroara jumped, stood, and turned, her hand on her lightsaber hilt.
"Whoa, Astrii, no need to do that...!!" It was Zeakall. He watched her wearily, but didn't back down.
Astroara let go of her weapon, sitting down again. "Sorry... Instinct," She muttered, turning the chair to face away from him. There was so much on her mind she couldn't even hear people walking up behind her. Zeakall kneeled beside her, watching the stars with her.
"You know, if there's anything bothering you, you can just tell me," He said, flicking his tails about. "I mean, I'm your older brother - I'm always here for you."
Astroara looked over her shoulder at him. "Zeakall, I haven't seen you in nine years, give or take one. And now look at us. You're a runaway slave and I'm... I'm a murderer..." She crossed her arms, ears and tails going limp. "Theres nothing left for me anymore. I have no one to turn to and no one to trust."
"Yes you do. You have me." Zeakall looked her in the eyes, standing up. He placed his hands on her shoulders. "I know it'll take time for us to become close again, knowing you, a very long time, but I'm willing to help you. We can take on different names, move far away from everyone, start new!"
Astroara pulled her gaze from his and said, "It's no that simple. I'm one of the most wanted people. How hard would it be to spot a Kioroo with black fur and scarlett eyes?"
"But you don't look like that..." Zeakall mused. His expression took on a confused look.
"What are you talking about? I have since I left the Jed... AIYE!!" Zeakall was right. Her fur wasn't black, it was dark grey. Astroara looked into a shiney surface and saw her eyes were their original blue-grey color. Her hair wasn't as dark, and it had a tint of brown to it.
"When Kioroos emotions control them, if they're strong enough, it'll change the person on the outside. You're not like you were, so you're changing back," Zeakall explained, tugging gently on a strand of Astroara's hair like he used to so long ago. They were both almost grown-up now.
Astroara raised her hand to swat him away. Before she could move, Zeakall embraced her, then left. Astroara sat there, pondering over everything he said.
