The lights on the ship were dim, and starlight filled the corners.
Creaks of metal and engine groaned all around her, but Flyra stood tense in the centre of the room, waiting.
She stood alone, but not for long. Her bones ached from the war the Force had waged upon her body that morning, but she could not reconcile the time between then and now. She felt as though she had travelled a thousand years since her conversation with Obi-Wan.
She kept her shoulders straight and her chin high, and she did not give one inch to fear.
Footsteps down the corridor beyond. Fear clogged her throat, and she shoved it down.
The doors opened behind her, but she would not look, did not dare, only staring straight ahead as Malco's footsteps drew closer. They were slow, loud. He wanted her to feel the dread of his approach.
Flyra swallowed hard.
"Do you know why I am here?" Malco murmured, his voice a caress.
Always a danger sign with him, when he went quiet.
"You are here because I overstepped my position," she managed to say, willing the tremor from her voice.
The footsteps stopped, right behind her. She fought the urge to shut her eyes. "Very good," Malco crooned. "And do you know what happens, to people who are disloyal?"
"Yes," she whispered, a mere push of shaking air.
Malco's hand wrapped around the back of her neck, and she sucked in a breath. "Good girl," he murmured, and she could feel his breath against her skin.
His fingers tightened to the point of pain. He leaned forward. "On your knees," he growled.
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The Jedi And The Warrior
FanfictionFlyra Botkin and Obi-Wan Kenobi have carved out a living for their families on the snow-bound planet of Stewjon since they were six-years-old. Now, at sixteen, the padding trail of deer tracks through their hunting grounds ropes them firmly into the...
