Star Wars: A Resistance Story. Book 3

Chapter 5: Dathomir.

When the Upsilon ship landed on Dathomir, Ly'ra was frozen with fear. After her last stay on this planet, she swore, just like Dante before her, that she would never come back here ever again. In the cockpit, Kylo Ren stood up, adjusted his coat before turning on his heels to head towards the ramp. But when he realised that the young woman wasn't following him, he let out a sigh, turning on her.

"Meditate isn't a part of your training."

The pilot turned her green eyes on the Sith, raging, before standing as well and grabbing her black coat.

"Do I have the choice?"

Leïa's son rolled his eyes, groaning:

"You really wanna make me say it again? Fine, if you need it, so yes, little girl, you have to do it if you don't wanna be killed by your own powers and if you don't wanna see the only hope to save the Galaxy being reduced to nothing!"

Slightly upset, Ly'ra took a deep breath before following the Supreme Leader. The planet seemed devastated. As it was going down, the Sun was bloodly red and it gave the scenery a gloomy and terrifying side. Frowning slightly, the young woman looked around, intrigued.

"Wait a minute... It didn't look like that last time..."

Without looking back or even stopping, Kylo let out a chuckle:

"You probably had landed further to the North. It's your birthplace Ly'ra, you should know that there are only three continents here. The Witches settled almost everywhere but here, it's the territory of the Nightsisters. Your people. Dante probably wanted to keep you as far as possible from them..."

The young woman nodded slowly, feeling uncomfortable. Something on this planet was dangerous, a force much more older than everything she saw until now was working around here. They kept on walking without a word, crossing a vast rocky desert then, when they arrived in front of a gloomy forest, Kylo Ren stopped right away. Surprised, Ly'ra almost hit him before looking around, intrigued by this sudden change.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"What do you mean nothing? You stopped for a reason!"

The look given by the Supreme Leader stopped her right before she started giving him a lesson and she waited. After several long minutes had passed, the young woman was starting to grow impatient again when a love under the tree attracted her eyes.

"What was that?"

But the Sith didn't answer, staying completely still. The pilot turned again her eyes on the forest when suddenly, a huge Rancor appeared.

"Oh my..."

With a quick move, Kylo Ren grabbed the young woman's arm before she could take her saber. She grimaced and let go her weapon that stayed on her companion's belt.

"Don't move!"

"Don't move?! But it's a..."

But she couldn't finish her sentence. The sight of a woman, seated on the back of the animal, froze her. The Rancor lowered, almost delicately seeing his size, allowing his owner to get down. Ly'ra looked away from the creature to focus on the woman who was walking towards them. She seemed to be around the same age as her, tall, thin and quite muscular. She had long blonde hair was falling on her shoulders and she was wearing a trivial outfit, in red leather. Her face and her arms were covered with tattoos and scars. The woman nodded respectfully at Kylo Ren, but Ly'ra could see in her eyes that she would have prefered slice his throat. The Sith mimicked her gesture before looking back at the pilot.

"Ly'ra, this is Teneniel. She's the Guardian of your tribe."

The young woman turned towards the Witch but didn't say a thing, only fixing the warrior in her eyes. Her hatred for the women of this tribe could easily be read on her face. The so called Teneniel looked back at her the same way before turning her face on Kylo Ren again.