Takes place at the end chapter IX of SWTOR: Knights of the Fallen Empire. This is from the smuggler’s POV.
She turned a full circle, taking in the sight, the smell, the feel of being back in her ship. Her ship. She owned the clothes on her back, the blasters at her side, and her ship. It was all she ever needed: a good blaster and a fast ride.
She still couldn’t believe that five years had passed. It all felt so much more recent than that. She could still smell the ozone from the blaster bolt to the emperor’s chest that started all this mess. In hindsight, maybe she should have just knelt before him and accepted the inevitable. She could almost hear Akaavi’s snort of disapproval. Could almost hear Risha telling her how stupid an idea that was. Could almost see the disappointment on Corso’s face.
She choked up at just the thought. For some reason, the fact that Corso was gone hadn’t really hit her yet. But here she was, on her ship, and her husband was not the one piloting it.
She suddenly felt very alone in her ship. They were all gone. She sank to her knees, her hands covering her face. Risha was like her sister and she would never see her again. She didn’t always get along with Akaavi, but she still admired the other woman. Even Guss was part of the family: maybe the really annoying younger brother but part of the family none the less. Bowdaar was her loyal bodyguard and would never let her down. Turned out she let him down by never returning.
And Corso. He’d sent her a holo when she disappeared five years ago saying he was still looking her her. Five years ago. Was he still looking for her? Could he still have a hope that she was still alive? It had been so long.
But Theron found her ship. Where was Corso? Would he really abandon everything they had?
She felt the tears tickle at the palms of her hands as the ghosts of her former life flooded over her. She gulped in for air once before taking a few steadying breathes. She would find him again. She would find all of them again. She took another breathe and stood, her fingers trailing a line up the haul of her ship.
She had her ship again. She was alive. For the moment the Eternal Empire couldn’t find her. Theron and Lana would keep looking for Corso and the others. While they were going through their channels, she would go through hers.
She slowly walked the halls to the cockpit, letting the joy mingle with the sadness until it was all bitter sweet.