Flight

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The nightmares were worse today.

They were always bad, but this time it was far more... vivid. Terrifying.

I woke gasping with tears in my eyes. Checking my holopad, I nodded to myself. Today was the day. Nine years.

Nine years since that Besalisk had come in with his lightsabers and killed my family. Since my three brothers had tried to protect me, only to be cut down. My parents, impaled on either side of his double-bladed lightsabers, reaching for each other with pain in their eyes. My baby sister, wailing on the ground and a single flick of a lightsaber to extinguish her cries. He didn't even look at her.

I remember every second. I can't be here right now. I can't talk to people. I can't break down, I can't be weak. I can't feel emotions. I ghost out of bed, carefully hiding my force signature as best I can. I disguise my anguish the best I can as I walk briskly down the long corridors. It's early, early enough that not many troopers will be awake, and the dew I pass don't notice. I finally reach the hangar, punch my code into my rarely-used starfighter, and get away from the cruiser. I'll come back in the evening and face Obi-Wan then.

I set the small spaceship on a course for a planet practically no one knows about. One pull of a lever and space streaks around me. I observe the sight with tears in my eyes, thinking of the first time I saw it. I was being taken away from my home. I had woken up partially through the journey and had been captivated by its beauty for a total of five seconds before I remembered what had happened, and I stopped feeling.

It was a few more minutes before I arrived at my destination.

The beautiful purple planet of Shola loomed over my ship, and I finally let myself break down crying.

~*~

Obi-Wan POV:

I woke up with a troubling sense. I rose and begun my morning routine, trying to puzzle out what it could be. It didn't feel like a warning of danger, though maybe Ellor and her renegade troopers were planning something. I reached out for her presence to see if maybe there was an area of the ship I should avoid.

Her presence wasn't on the ship.

But it was there. She wasn't dead. I could feel that much. But it was so far away, there wasn't much else I could feel. I went down to her quarters. No note, no nothing. I was desperately trying to stay calm. She was capable, she was fine... I raced down to the hangar. Yup, Ellor's ship was missing. "What?" The clone called over to me.

"What happened with her ship?" I tried to keep the panic out of my voice.

"You don't know? I figured you ordered it. I didn't notice until the hatch opened, but that's just how the commander is. She input her code and flew off. This was about 0400."

"Do you know where?"

"...No, I don't. Is she okay? Did I do something wrong?"

"She's fine." Probably. Hopefully. "And no, you didn't." Not this troopers fault she snuck out, and she has higher rank anyway. "Thank you, trooper."

"Yes sir!" He saluted me as I walked up the bridge. It did seem like she had left of her own volition, but I'd pull up some security tapes anyway.

I don't have any cameras in her room, which was a little bit regrettable, but I respect her privacy and had want her to have that as a safe space. I put the one outside her room to go fast, starting it at 0330. Sure enough, the door opened and shut after a few minutes of watching on fast mode. I watched her path through the ship, but there wasn't much to see, she was in camouflage the entire time. And even when I switched to the hangar, it was just like the trooper had said. She got in and flew away.

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