Sephine sits in her bunk. There is a dodecahedron of strange material in her lap, about the size of a small melon. She cradles it gently in her hands, feeling along the edges for cracks or other markings that may give her a hint. She sighs and sets the object aside in a black box with a security code lock snapping the lid shut.
She then draws her attention inward and enters into a meditative trance state. At first during her years on the run she had tried to keep a sort of visual diary in a book. Sephine had always had a skilled hand at drawing, but at one point it had been lost and people had been hurt. She had been forced to do some unsavory things to get it back. Upon its recovery she had used a technique her former master had taught her for preserving memories.
She created in her mind a room. In the room is a large wood desk and chair. On that desk, a large tome of countless pages, and a quill. The tome is a representation of her mind, and the quill represents her intent to remember. After she built this refuge in her mind, she took her book and committed each page of the book to the tome using the quill of her intent. After that she destroyed the book so it could never betray her or anyone else again.
Sighing, Sephine settled into the chair and opened the tome to the first page. A drawing of a young Sephine, frantic and terrified fleeing into a dark tunnel at the base of a statue clutching a small carryall. At the edge of the page, you can pick out a figure wielding a long straight blade of some kind against another robed figure.
Early on the tome is filled scattered drawings that give a distinct impression of desperate times. Cantina’s, cargo compartments, rough people in desperate situations. Sephine through it all, doing what it took to survive. Sephine ages as the book goes on until she is in her 30’s. Life begins to calm in the pictures.
Then the tome it begins to center around drawings of Sephine and a Twi-lek woman of dark red skin; dancing, fighting, loving, and losing.
Sephine stops at the hand drawn image of the woman’s face in a peaceful repose. She runs a finger down the line of her lekku, the lines of her mind in the tome did not smudge but the gesture speaks of sorrow. In her room on the Vo Witch, a tear streaks her cheek.
Sephine moves deeper into the book, flipping through pages, and remembering. Each page flashes by in a moment, but a moment is all she needs. These are hers.
Pausing again, and a slightly more mature Sephine firing a blaster down a hallway at a faceless someone in an imperial uniform. Her face set in a rictus of urgency and she ushers before her a group of refugees. Sephine speaking with a Rhodian in a bar. Sephine at the controls of some speeder streaking across a desert. The images are countless, but they show a life lived fully and moments of grace along with moments of loss and sorrow.
Now she comes to the end of her pictures and a blank page. She picks up the quill of her intent and begins to draw in the tome.
Another page, they sit at a banquet table and through a door enemies prepare for an assault. Sephine stares at a candelabra.
Another page, Naz dancing naked in front of an APC, his nether regions thankfully obscured by smoke.
More pages, more pictures of the last few weeks, her quill moves across the pages rapidly. There is only basic details to these pages. White bug eyed bipeds set free. Violence in a bar. Wookies charging Gav. A freighter splitting open as it tries to land on a gun emplacement.
Sephine draws furiously to get them down. Perhaps in the right order, perhaps not. It’s been a busy few weeks and the scenes muddle together a little.
Finally she stops the constant pen strokes. She’s caught up to the last few days. She turns to the next blank page and starts drawing, more slowly this time. Taking shape under her hands Naz is shaped to the right, watching out the cockpit of the freighter. Some buildings framed in the distance. Center of the drawing is the ancient protocol droid. In the image the droid carries a sinister air.
Sephine stands with a blaster at her side outside the airlock door. Framed in the doorway Naz, and Stumple are seen stuffing guns into holders and grenades to their belts. WUD is just putting the handle of a sword into the duffel they often carry.
Sephine diving behind a pile of rubble as a grenade goes off in the background. A number of gangers can be seen engulfed in the explosion in the background and Sephine’s feet are exposed to the numbing blast.
WUD accompanies the gang members into their warehouse. He looks somehow noble and self-sacrificing.
Drawn from behind Stumple, he stares down the scope of a rifle at a large man who stands with arms akimbo in the classic “gunfighter stands”, but the faces of his men are shocked. The man’s expression cannot be seen because his face is gone and the building behind him is visible through the place where his face was.
Gav and WUD exit the building behind a swarm of former captives armed with blaster pistols. WUD is loaded to the point of almost unrecognizability and Gav is followed by a gang member who peers over Gavs shoulder.
The crew sits around the table in the Vo Witch mess hall and eat ice cream.
Naz is standing below a plasma conduit. Mate’s manipulator arm is holding a screwdriver and almost looks as though it might be thinking about stabbing Naz. Tools are scattered about and the air around Naz is blue.
Sephine and the crew stand before Druge Tonksu and Sephine is pleading their case. She is impassioned and Tonksu has an impartial look on his face, but his guards finger their blasters.
The drawing that comes to life is of crew of the Witch. They stand on a starscape dotted by stars and the Voe Witch flies across the starscape in front of them. A name is writ in elegant letters above each person’s head, and Sephine stands among them.
Sephine sets the quill aside and peers at this last page. This crew is different than the others. Each of them seems to have somehow retained a small bit of their humanity, or in WUDs case, maybe gained some. And while the world around them may burn, or drown in liquid fertilizer, they will fight to survive, and more importantly maybe fight for each other as well.
[Scene fades to black]