OOC: This text roleplay will be based before any roleplay in text or on server after 4th of march '08, it may cover several IC days to even weeks, more of an introductory roleplay for Gwethenea primarily based on Coruscant, capital of the Republic
She would always return…she never knew why.
For weeks to even months on end, Gwethenea would travel the galaxy, gathering information on whatever she could often by questionable means. Her goal with the information gathered? She never knew. She just knew that was her drive, to always know the truth behind rumours, to always know what was happening which was secret or hidden. It was her way, she had lost too much in the past by being blinded by false truths, she promised herself she would never be blind again.
Yet despite her travels, she would always return to this place; although she never knew why.
A relatively large home on coruscant, a small spire amongst thousands of others which was the former property of her late husband before he died, landing pad attached which could accommodate her two fighters and YT-1300 freighter.
The home itself was relatively well furnished and she always kept it clean despite rarely living in it for any extended periods of time. Even when her husband still lived, they were more kamino bound than coruscant. The rooftop of the spire had a small pool, and the rest was a garden, mostly dead now due to neglection but once was a prominent rose garden which could have easily won gardening awards. The actual living space of the spire was multiple levels containing nearly a dozen bedrooms, each fully furnished, three living areas, one large rumpus room a library kitchen, two store rooms and several other areas.
The décor was rare as well, currently a collection of artefacts and nic-nac’s from all over the galaxy which she had acquired over the years, every room would have several odd items let alone the odd source of artificial lighting.
Glow stones mined from the Pranin System, when touched the stones which could be found in various colours would glow for several hours eerily. The curtains about the windows were deep velvet silk.
Yet Gwethenea always felt more alone than ever and a growing depression when she came ‘home.’ Her husband and daughter had been dead for many long years, and the only way she could escape being tormented by the loneliness was by travelling the galaxy and doing whatever came to mind. Her husband had seemingly left her an endless amount of credits to her name yet, they never could buy her happiness.
Entering her personal bathroom attached to the master bedroom she turned to the sink and washed the grime from her hands after replacing her Freighters Engine Coolant System. Cupping water in her hands she splashed her face then placing both hands upon the bench stared blankly at the mirror. She no longer knew who she was looking at anymore in the reflection.
Breaking the Mexican stand off with her reflection she sighed deeply before opening a drawer under the sink and withdrawing a hypospray, opening a second drawer she sorted through countless vials of various undistinguishable liquids; most of them already empty until withdrawing one which seemed to satisfy her. Imputing the vial into her hypospray she then injected its content into her neck.
Gwethenea instantly could feel the effects take hold, and her shoulders visible dropped an inch or so as she let our a long breath before dropping the hypospray was overtaken by a wave of vertigo.
**half an hour later**
Gwethenea closed the curtain after staring down at the various walkways connecting the domestic living spires of coruscant. Ever since she had arrived the same unit of two republic soldiers, privates, had been standing just opposite her properties exit walkway. The republic was keeping track of her? She sighed, she didn’t wish to deal with republic military.
Adorning her jacket, she palmed one her many customised lightsabers and tucked it in the inside of her jacket pocket as well as placing a blaster pistol into her holster attached to her leggings thigh area. Quickly tying her hair into a pony-tail she then made her way to the properties elevator, well if they wanted to wait at the typical pedestrian walkways above ground, she would exit on the ground level, where the poverty of coruscant typically dwelt.
TBC
