With those simple words, myriad Jedi and Padawans had fallen under the trigger of a blaster. They were all but purged from the galaxy. Survivors, desperate to live on hid, in exile and scattered to distant, remote planets. The Galactic Senate had crumbled, giving way to the Empire.
But balance must return to the Force, and secretly, Jedi are roaming the galaxy to find Padawans, a new generation to train in the ways of the light side of the Force. A rebellion is forming and those once undiscovered in the Wild Space and the Unexplored Sector are now making their voices heard.
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by Dvorak-Kevik-Vermin Mon Mar 06, 2017 1:15 pm
((Continued from The Death of Eywa. ))
Dvorak and Riti walked a few steps behind Vermin as he dutifully went to the quarters. There were many vacancies and plenty of rooms to choose from.
"So," Vermin began, trying to make conversation. "Um...Sorry about...everything you've been though. But the galaxy appreciates your service. Your sacrifice will not be in vain." While, privately Vermin wished they found other survivors. Particularly of the female variety. If there was a whole planet of girls as hot as her, well...
And Vermin was terrible at hiding his thoughts, apparently no one trained him in avoidance techniques, Dvorak could sense Vermin's lechery like a warm lightbulb.
Finally they came to a room which Vermin opened. It was lit with pale blue light, had a desk and computer console to the right. To the left was a small table set for guests. A dividing wall where the bed sat. To the right of the bed was a small lounge with a couch and another table. Finally beyond another wall was the washroom. It was ...nice...But it was indeed mechanical, sterile. Cold and lifeless.
"It's one of our classier rooms," Vermin told her.
Beside her, Dvorak touched Riti's thigh, a gesture meant to comfort and reassure her.
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"Thank you, Vermin," she truly was thankful to have a place to stay but... This wasn't home. It felt so dead, so barren of life. And she didn't know how to change that at all.
Riti gave Dvorak a soft, grateful smile, she placed her hand over Dvorak's.
Vermin looked at the little being with skepticism. "I'm to escort you to your quarters until the squadron is ready to take you to your training."
"Of course," Dvorak gave a single nod. "I fully intend to comply. But please, wait outside."
He narrowed his small yellow eyes again, but reluctantly the turian went out the door and stood steadfastly at it.
When he was gone, Dvorak looked up at Riti. "He's a man of great inner conflict." He remarked. "Come." He headed toward one of the doors. "Computer. Run program Terra Felucia."
The door slid open and inside wasn't a room, but a jungle world! It was bright and colourful. It wasn't the same as Pandora, but it was similar.
"It's a world called Felucia."Dvorak told her, stepping into the jungle. "Come."
"It is beautiful, Dvorak," she breathed out, following behind him. "Do you think that one day we will visit this place so we can see the real jungle?" Her golden eyes took in everything, every computer generated leaf and petal. It felt almost real.
The jungle was alive with sounds and smells, and everything could be touched. It was mid-day and the sky was bright and sunny, what they could see of it through the treeline anyway.
He lead her deeper into the jungle, until they reach the base of a waterfall that fed into a river and into the unknown. Dvorak settled in the grass, under the shade of a huge pink leaf of a plant.
He reached into the pocket of his tunic sleeve and pulled out her severed padawan braid. He looked down at it in his hands.
"Keep it with you," Riti said softly, "So you will have something of me while we are separated."
He tucked away her discarded braid into his sleeve once more, and stood up. He padded over to her and selected some of her long black hair. He began to weave it together in his slender fingers, braiding the long black strands.
"...It saddens me that I will no longer be your teacher." He said quietly. "I was awaiting the day I would sever your braid and call you my fellow jedi. But, then...I never was a full jedi myself."
"As I have something with me to keep you close, so now do you have a part of me close to you."
"We will be together once more." He promised. "And you and I will defend others side by side...so that no one should endure the sort of suffering we've walked through."
Dvorak had to go. He knew he had to go. "There's...an arboretum, with real plants and trees and fruit. I know it will bring you some comfort while you're on the station. It has for me many times."
After another moment he drew back. "Be as good a student for Chimera Forta as you were for me. She'll teach you better than I ever could have." He took a step back, putting distance between them.
Riti swallowed, she felt so...empty as Dvorak stepped away. "You were a wonderful teacher. I will be a good student for her, train hard and return to me, Dvorak." A tear rolled down her pretty blue striped cheek, she felt a lump in her throat. She thought her tears had dried up with all that she had gone through, but she still had many to spare for Dvorak's leave.
Dvorak stepped past the threshold of the holodeck, into her room, and the doors slid shut, leaving Riti in synthetic Felucia all alone.
Dvorak walked through the door of her quarters and joined Vermin in the hall. He said nothing as he went to his quarters.
Once he was situated in his own quarters, Vermin headed to the docking bay. He had places to be.
End. Continued in In the Force we Trust. ))