troubling anxiety the troubling masses of perforated and snidely seething doubt had finally, of course, been extinguished - for sin was gone from the land, and so were the syns. but that didn't stop the tiresome worry that came with being a mentor of the land - an advisor, a philosopher, a mother. her mind was streched thin from worry - well, it wasn't entirely worry, just - a feeling of responsibility. it was a new and powerful feeling, and it was one that she wasn't entirely afraid of. she just felt almost matriarchal to the group she was responsible for, even though she had not met most of them yet. she mentally ran through her list of warriors - jade, marked, skywalker, spirit, pirahna, ahora, organa - and was pleasantly suprised with the combatants assigned to her. god knows many of them would need some licking - her son for instance, whom she kew had absolutely no combat experience - and though she was not the greatest fighter who ever lived she hoped she could lead this group with confidence and experience, her own growing with her squadron. she sighed and plastered a pleasant look on her face - a call to order; a meet and greet, was needed. her visage smoothed to the stone she was named for as a dark thought strayed to her son - would he accept her, let her in as she cried to be? she quickly pushed it aside - now was the time for diplomacy, not emotion. "Yellow Squadron, I call to you! Come, I wish to meet you - all of you." SWAY shatters of dust