Running away

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21 BBY, Coruscant

*A character that was introduced earlier (Coria) does NOT belong to me! She is an OC of a friend of mine, and their Wattpad account is @kenmas1switch. Coria is first introduced in 'The Murder Batallion'. Please give their fics a read! (<33 when you see this)

Spitfire left without saying another word. I cried and cried, for Avalyn, for my mother, for Lecti, and for the other enslaved people. My heart ached for them.

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A few hours of restless sleep, love for my family, and fear were the only things powering me. I had to save my remaining family.

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Spitfire did have friends. An unmarked transport ship was positioned neatly on a landing zone. Large enough for 20 people if need be. Dark in color, carbon scoring tearing down the side. R-9 was plugged into a port and checking the ship. Good little droid, that one was. Hyperdrive was at 93% efficiency, fuel was full, no major issues. The rest of the Runaway force was now there, loading the ship with everything we could possibly need. Spitfire stood beside me, and put a hand on my shoulder. It was comforting.

"We can do this." He reassured me.

"Thank you." I was not just thankful for him, but for all of them.

I had to leave without letting the council know. This is disobeying the council and the Jedi Masters directly. But none of that matters right now. I need to save my family. Before we left, I needed to talk to Coria. We met in her chambers.

"I'm leaving." I told her.

"Where?"

"To save my family, on Zygerria. I'm disobeying orders and abandoning The Order." The shock on her face prompted the rest of what I had to say. "Don't worry, I'll be back." I grabbed her hands gently. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't tell them where I'm going. I can't be distracted from my mission." Coria squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, as if thinking.

"Fine."

"Thank you." I hugged her. Her curly purple hair tickled my face. "You're a good friend."

"Hurry. Master Windu contacted me this morning asking about you. He could be hot on your trail."

"Ok." I sprinted out of her chambers, my boots thumping quietly against the carpet of the temple. 

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