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I watched as several speeders flew past my apartment window. They were chasing another criminal, another lowlife I should be stopping. Instead I went back to restringing my cello. It has been so difficult for me to come to grips with my new life- A Sailor Jedi. Although I'd known about my fate forever, I'd never actually realised it. I'm a fighter for Justice. 'I'm a member of a team now,' I'd repeated that mantra to myself for weeks, but still had a hard time getting used to it. For millenia I'd been a solitary warrior, now I had others to think about. I had to protect my Princess... at least that was my mission. Now Obi-Wan Kenobi protects her... I'm a soldier without a cause. Where am I supposed to go from here?
Another speeder zooms past my window. The authorities are having troubles with the offender. I wonder if any Sailor Jedi are there? Maybe I should go... maybe not. Why am I having so many problems adjusting?
I raise my bow and pull the fine hair over the new strings. The cello is such a relaxing and beautiful instrument. It's hard to forget the times I'd play for Muren, the times she would accompany me on piano, the times when we were perfect. But that was the past, and I've moved on. My feelings are still strong, there is a part of me that will always wonder 'what if'? It's futile to dwell on what should've been. I need to get used to being alone, because that's not going to change.
Another siren. 'Snap out of it, Josephine!" I yell to myself. "This is no time to mope!" Grabbing my henshin wand, I quickly transform and a few moments later I find myself running down the street as Sailor Aurora. I wasn't sure what to expect, but it wasn't the man I saw. The man who had been kind enough to fly me to Coruscant.
"Dredge," I said. True, he is a space pirate, but he has a kindness and he doesn't deserve to be in this situation... or does he? There is a large bag dangling from his hand full of medicine.
"Are you a Sailor Jedi?" asks a member of the security force.
"Yes."
"Good. We need some serious help. He's got four blasters and a very good aim. Can you take him down without damaging the bag? It's full of medicine for the children's hospital.
"What?"
"Yeah. He stole it... probably to sell on the underground market. Dredge is a real piece of work."
I didn't want to hurt the man who had been so nice to me, but I had to do my job, the job I was borne to do. My archery bow materialized in my hands and a quiver appeared at my waist.
"The arrow is already in its target," I whisper. Taking aim, I say, "Arrow of Remorse."
As always the arrow found the bull's-eye. Dredge lowered his blaster and put his hands in the air.
"How did you do that?" the officer asked.
"It only works on those that are capable of guilt... I knew he had it in him."
"Yeah. Whatever you say."
Dredge surrendered peacefully as I walked back to my apartment. I hadn't used Arrow of Remorse for a long time... up until now, I hadn't had a reason. Perhaps I had a new mission?
Why do I even need a mission? I can protect peace and the innocent regardless of anything. Me, Josephine Versailles, protector of innocents. Stranger things had happened.
