"I'm sorry," Devon offered her condolences(sp?); it was all she had.
She undid the clasp of the simple chain around her neck, and placed it gently in En'de's palm. It was a simple gold heart-shaped locket, with a simple silver twelve-pointed star design on it; but it wasn't whole, she didn't offer an explanation.
"Everybody knows that my family was killed by the Death Watch when I was very small, I'd have to guess around four or five," she offered him a rare smile, "Sad, not knowing how old you are, or what planet you hail from, Red. Anyways, I ran taking a long blaster with me, but I didn't get far. It was the middle of the night, I think, raining, but the fire burned anyway, burning my family alive. I can still hear their screams when I sleep, if I do sleep. Back to the story, they found me on the outskirts of some podunk village, but not before I killed one of their men. That's why I like sniping, "she paused, as if realizing her story was disjointed, "I was unwillingly adopted, and trained by them...until I hit puberty. When I was about 15their leader, was impressed with my skills in soldiering and thought I might have, well, "she grew red in the face and fiddled with her cape, "other talents. Anyway, I was forced into a harem of some sort, and that's where I meet Spinx. I spent three years there, and I'm only about 22, waiting for our chance to escape. We did, and we killed them. Everyone of them. We got of planet and ran. She was once a warrior and um, continued my training. Eventually, we found a cell of True Mandalorians and joined straight away. And here I am, telling my life story on Naboo."
"And the locket?" En'de asked. "Oh, Spinx knew my mother. I don't know how, but she had this and gave it to me when we joined the cell. It's my mother's. Don't ask me how I know; I just do. Spinx has the other half," she got to her feet, "I better get on my rounds."
She climbed down the ladder, and began patrolling the outskirts of the perimeter. She reached up for the locket and realized that she had left it with En'de, "Crap," she muttered to herself. How could she have forgoten to get it back?, "Don't you lose that En'de or I'll personally have your head." She settled her mind by resolving to get it back from him when she was done with her watch.
They say that dreamers are an extinct breed. I say they're wrong.