I let my eyes roll back, my eyelids acted as a blanket across my stressed eyes. I breathed in deep, and let my body relax. I allowed the steady beeping of the ship sooth me like a rhythm. My heartbeat slowed, and my lips turned upwards, in satisfaction of the pure relaxation I possesed. I shut both Revan and Skere out of my little, quiet world behind my lids. Although I could still hear their mumbling through the portal. The slow beeping and murmuring drifted me into a soothing slumber. I dreamt of wondrous things. I dreamt about the sweet air of Dantooine, and the soft, cool winds blowing through my hair. I dreamt of all the wise Masters, teaching new youngings about the pure way of the Jedi. I heard the trickling of the waters, and the rustle of the grass dancing back and forth in the wind. The longing for returning to the simple life of the Enclave were clawing at my heart, and I couldn't shake it. I missed Danooine. I hated being here, galavanting with these two bothersome men. I wondered what the outcome would be if I had remained at the Enclave. Was I truly following my Master blindly? Had I forsaken the sacred teachings I had learned on the Enclave.
I began to hear the rhythm of beeping coming from the controls of the ship. My eyes fluttered, and I caught bits and pieces of Revan and Skere watching intently ahead at the large moon creeping forward. I slowly propped myself up with the palm of my hands and pushed myself up. The moon looked a little suspicious. I noticed there would be an abundance of forests or jungles. The beeping grew slightly more vigorous. Skere reached out and pushed in a button, that's when the comm came through. There was a few seconds of static, then I began to hear several different voices, some of which sounded familiar. I realised something, these were the Masters and Padawans who accompanied us on Revan's quest. I sat up further, the voices became clearer, and most of which were screams. And to my dismay, one belonged to Heten, she was screaming her master's name.
Then we heard Alex's voice. "Revan, if you're out there, if anyone is. We need help. We're here on Suurija, like you told us, Mandalorains are here, there's no way for us to escape." The comm fell silent due to what sounded like a stun.
"M-Master?" I stammered, still in shock.
Revan turned to look back at me. "Padawan, take a seat, we are about to land on Dxun."
Skere kept his focus on the landing details. I saw that he wouldn't be of much help. I turned back to Revan.
"Master, it's Alex, he's your friend." I protested, "Will you not do something?"
Revan sat for a bit, then he spoke to me in a low tone. "Alex can handle himself."
My eyes widened in disbelief. "It's not only Alex who's there, Master. It's all the Revanchists, Heten's there, you-" I stopped myself.
I wanted to point out that he was leaving the woman in which he was in a relationship with. But I held my tongue. Revan let a sigh escape from his lips. It was crystal clear he had made his mind up, he was never going to change it.
I felt a horrible feeling in my stomach. I stumbled back into my seat and fell into it. I had no power to help them, they held no meaning in Revan's eyes. This upset me, and I began to wonder; if something were to happen to me, would he just leave me?
I was horrified at the thought.
I sat in a daze, watching as we passed through the moon's atmosphere. Parts of the moon's surface became visible, the jungles scattered about, lending shelter to lifeforms in need. There was some fog stretched around the surface, acting as a soft, white sheet to the ground below. I noticed off in the distance, a small cloud of smoke was rising. I got a strange feeling, that it was exactly who we were searching for. I absentmindedly cringed at the thought. And yet my mind kept going back to Suurja. I knew in my heart that what we were doing, ignoring our friends, it was wrong, and I had to do something about it. My eyes narrowed, and I stood up. I had to somehow convince Revan we had to go help.
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Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic: Stolen Soul
FanfictionSophmar Segterr. A nineteen year old human woman, during the Mandalorian War, and the great Jedi Civil War. Sophmar trains under the guidance of the Great Master Revan. She is at his side through everything, and she vows to never leave it. Through...