Corden Storyline - The Forgotten

Operative Nyx Reporting

(Two weeks have elapsed)

I arrived at Mos Eisley on Tattooine to have a drink, and sat in the corner booth that Corden and I used to frequent when we first met.  I was there for quite some time, sipping on sparkling water, reading my handheld cpu, and watching patrons.  There's a lot of good intel that can be gained from sitting at the local watering hole!  I don't want to go into too much detail about where I've been the past two weeks, but I needed some time and space away from everything.  Loosing my friend Deese was heart breaking, and I did end up going home for a while.  The other adventures will have to be reserved for a future storytelling time around a good round of drinks.  To my surprise, Corden was there.  He appeared drunk and belligerant, so I followed him home.  It was there I wanted to say good-bye, so I tried to return the sidearm he had given to me, but in the process I woke him.  He chased me down the hall and unmasked me.  I couldn't say anything.  We talked it over and I realized I couldn't say good-bye.  I've said good-bye my entire life, and if Jedi Deese's passing taught me anything, those that we hold dear are what give our lives meaning.  He and I spent the night together, and the following morning, he was called to bounty hunt an old friend that had gone rogue.  I decided to accompany him and am now traveling with him on this mission.

But suffice it to say, I did learn some new things and spend some time at Rebellion HQ during my hiatus.  I did provide them with an update on Jedi Mischel Deese's passing, and they were greatly saddened.  I told them that he died at the hands of an Imperial soldier during his mission, and it was an honorable death as he tried defending me.  I never named the soldier, for fear of retaliation.  Without Jedi Deese at his post, there is a vacancy in my chain-of-command.  I was asked to take his position, which would mean administrative duties instead of field work.  I can't imagine any other Rebellion spy making it as close as I have to Vader, and at this point, I can't imagine leaving the Admiral or Corden.  With Jedi Deeses' passing, my memories returned and now I realize I am stuck.  In the past, and even up until Jedi Deeses' death, I was in a relationship with the Admiral.  And yet, since losing my memory, I started a relationship with Corden.

Here I am, again, feeling trapped between two things I greatly love.  This time though, I'm going to try not to run anymore.

But of all of the things that happened during my two week haitus, I lost the ability to manage my eye colors.  They change according to my moods.  I have special contact lenses, but I get a bit lazy in putting them in.