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Discussion in 'Cosmic Wilderness' started by Jaesa Willsaam, Aug 22, 2019.

  1. Jaesa Willsaam

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    JULY 10, 108

    Ever since Jaesa had dropped Rey, Connor and Kylo off in Elysium and then gone her own way in her ship, she had felt like she was constantly trying to outrun the man in her head, the man she had supposedly been in love with for months, with whom she’d grown close enough to form a Force bond. She felt nothing for him, though, because she didn’t know him, and she knew it was the same on his end. His place in her head was, as far as she was concerned, undeserved, and it was all she could do just to try and stay far enough away that she could try and mute the damned connection between them and just ignore him.

    Although she realised she must have lived a different kind of life in the past few months that she’d apparently been with Kylo, it didn’t match up with how she remembered living her life up until the moment she’d rescued Rey from Semirhage and gone into deep space with her and Connor. She had no reason not to dive right back into the lifestyle she didn’t remember ever leaving: alcohol, violence, and sex. It was a life consisting of several unhealthy coping mechanisms bundled into one, but it had served her well enough since she had lost Wolfgang.

    Fuck. After that, she just could not imagine getting close to anyone else.

    There was a pretty decent dive bar on a colony far from Elysium, and far from whatever Kylo was doing. Jaesa had been there the past two nights, but that night, she spotted a face from her past that she hadn’t thought to ever see again. Hell, it had been so long since she’d seen the woman that for a moment Jaesa had to squint over the top of her whisky at her before she was certain that her mind wasn’t playing tricks.

    A few steps took her from the stool she’d been sitting on to the one next to the other woman. Jaesa set her glass on the bar, and looked sideways at the woman. "Brunn," she greeted, wondering if the woman would even remember her. Their time in the SUF together hadn’t been all that long and Brunn had been the least hardworking of the lot, doing only the bare minimum to stop herself getting fired. They’d been out for drinks a few times, but then Jaesa had resigned after what had happened with Sauron and Wolfgang leaving her, and she hadn’t seen Brunn for the more than a year that had passed since. She wondered how long Brunn had remained there. She’d never seemed to particularly enjoy the work, only the drinks afterwards. "It’s been a long time."
     
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    Brunnhilde spent most of her days in bars. Most of her nights too. Basically a good chunk of her life was spent sitting in a bar stool, trying to get drunk and having a good time. Or at least, that was what the valkyrie aimed for. It wasn't always possible. Sometimes she didn't have enough coin in her pocket, metaphorically speaking, and other times she just couldn't get to a bar. Her ship had taken damage at times or she had been tracking down a bounty. Plenty of reasons to be cranky. Plenty of reasons to need to blow some steam off.

    She had spent the last few days hunting down a group of people that had bounties on them. Keeping them all trapped in the cell below the pilot's chair had been interesting. They had all been part of the same gang and they had thought that one of their members had been a rat. Then they had had long discussions about who it had been, despite Brunnhilde telling them to shut up about fifty times a day.

    It hadn't been that annoying until some of the fuckwads had tried to kill each other on the last two days. Then Brunnhilde had had to pull them apart and she had been royally annoyed at everything. Everything and everyone, mostly because she hadn't been able to drink either and having all of these idiots try to bring her bounty down by killing each other? Brunnhilde had not been in a good mood at all.

    Brunn. Except a voice cut through everything rolling around in the back of her mind and the valkyrie looked up to see someone from her past walking up. It took Brunnhilde a moment to remember her name, though not for long. She remembered exact what the other woman was capable of in combat and she was certainly someone worth remembering. "Jaesa." They had worked together at the SUF for a few months. Jaesa had quit before the Calamity and Brunnhilde had never tried to go back after the Calamity. They hadn't seen each other since, at least... unless Brunn had been black out drunk. Which was still something that was possible. Very possible.

    Except Jaesa confirmed that it had been awhile and Brunn flashed a smile. At least now she knew for certain what was going on. An old would be comrade coming up to say hello. Not the worst thing in the world. "Managed to survive then." They would both know what Brunnhilde was speaking about. The Calamity had certainly been a trip and a half.
     
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  3. Jaesa Willsaam

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    Jaesa half-expected Brunn to stare at her blankly when she said her name; people came and went in Pandora so often that it was actually statistically unlikely that this Brunn would be the same Brunn she had worked and drank with over a year ago.

    Which was why there was a relieved and surprised light to her eyes when Brunn greeted her by name in return, with a smile that was the first one she had seen on the other woman's face since noticing her sitting there. She was glad that Brunn was the same, or at the least that she had the memories of her. They'd been friends of a sort, she thought - she'd certainly been the most fun colleague to go drinking with - but then they'd lost touch completely, and neither was the sort sentimental enough to try and reach out and see if the other was around after the Calamity.

    "Good to see you," Jaesa said, half-saluting her with her glass of whisky before tossing it back. Her taste had certainly changed; the last time they'd gone out drinking, Jaesa had stuck to beer. Now, beer was nowhere near strong enough, not for the reasons that she drank for. The other woman's question, plainly about the Calamity, was one that would have made her uncomfortable for the truth of what had happened to her and the pain that was still involved there, if not for the fact that she'd already had a few shots of this pretty fucking good whisky and nothing like the Calamity was going to bother her.

    So instead she just snorted some dry laughter. "In a manner of speaking," she answered lightly. Because she'd survived, but only because Pandora was a piece of shit that had decided to bring her back from the dead after she'd made peace with her incoming death.

    Still standing there next to the empty stool beside her old colleague, Jaesa gestured to it. "You mind?" She could certainly think of worse company in this bar to have next to her, which included most of the dregs surrounding them.
     
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    Good to see you. There was a little bit of a nod in response to that statement. Jaesa had been part of the team and had been praised as being a good member. She had less collateral damage than what Brunn had normally generated. Not that the valkyrie had really cared one way or another but she had to admit that Jaesa had been quite formidable in her skills. A warrior in her own right, even if she was one of those mortal humans. The other abilities that Jaesa had at her fingertips made her someone not to trifle with, even if Brunn did think that she had a few interesting quirks to her fighting.

    Brunn had been around for thousands of years. She had been in and out of that arena for so long that the valkyrie had seen more fighting styles than most. She had fought many while dragging them in for the Master. She had trained with others. Her skills had always been valuable on that garbage dump of a planet. In a manner of speaking. That was all the other woman had to say on the subject. Brunnhilde had run into enough "survivors" of the Calamity that she knew what Jaesa was speaking of.

    "Join me." Instead of allowing Jaesa to sit, Brunnhilde invited her. It was a subtle difference but she knew that the difference would be noted. Jaesa had also been quick on the up take. Perhaps there was a large difference in how Brunn was treating her compared to their male colleagues, but that was only natural for the valkyrie. Women were far more efficient warriors than their counterparts and Jaesa was someone that Brunnhilde respected on that level. Enough for civil discourse of at least a few minutes.

    She also lifted a hand to wave the bartender over to give them another round. Brunn also finished off what she was drinking, all in one go. Brunn needed to be drunker for this. She was certain of that. Any amount of conversation included a need to drink, in that this was no different than any other evening. Not for Brunnhilde.
     
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