New Power

Ch 25

"I have to admit, your brother is hot," Scorch commented as he and Alyssa walked back to he barracks. "I also didn't realise how alike you two are. Hair colour, eye colour, posture. It's impressive. You two must have been very close."

Alyssa gave him a weighing look. "We're still close."

"And by what I mean your brother is hot, that 501st soldier must have been lucky to snag him. We all share the same face afer all."

Alyssa raised a brow at Scorch's flustered talking.

"A-and I'm not saying he's the only hot one. You're hot tooo..," Scorch said, cursing under his breath at himself at the end.

"Don't worry, I don't mind. Even if you had a crush on me, you'd be out of luck anyway. I'm lesbian."

Scorch gasped slightly. "That would be why you don't look twice at any of us, not even who we go past on the streets. Oh my it makes so much sense."

Alyssa laughed. "I'm surprised you even noticed that."

Scorch's comm chimed. "What's up?" He said into it.

"Come to the medbay. We have some news," Boss said.

"On our way." Scorch ended it with a beep. "I hope this is good news."

~~~~<+>~~~~

They entered the medbay, the rest of Delta Squad surrounding Sev on a bed.

Boss looked up when they entered. "Want the good news, or the bad news first?" He asked with a solemn expression.

Scorch hesitated. "Good news," he answered.

"Sev is alive and has no health problems."

He breathed a sigh of relief. "What's the bad news?"

"He's in a coma and they don't know when he's going to wake up."

Scorch sighed. "All we can do is hope?"

"Yeah."

"Quinton Kenobi must have done something to him," Fixer remarked. "But there's nothing abnormal."

"I agree. I think we all agree," Boss said. "I didn't trust an inkling of that guy when he made himself seen."

"Should we go back to our barracks?" Scorch asked. The others agreed with a nod of their heads.

~~~~<+>~~~~

"This is everything I wrote down," Scorch said, sliding the datapad he'd used to take notes across the desk where Boss and Fixer sat. Boss picked up the datapad and read through it.

"This is going to be difficult," Boss said.

Alyssa leaned forwards from where she sat on her bunk, unpinning her ears with a grimace. "How so?" She asked.

"Fire magic. That's such an obvious sign."

"As if being Force-sensitive wasn't the most obvious sign."

"Ah, that reminds me," Boss grabbed a small-ish package from underneath the desk, "this came for you today."

Alyssa grabbed it and sat back down. "Do you know what it is?"

"Nope. I thought we'd all find out now."

Alyssa slid a small knife out of her boot and undid the tape covering every inch of the plastic box. She opened it, it padded with expensive-looking silky material with a shiny hilt sitting in the plump folds of the material. A lightsaber? She dropped the box on the ground, a note fluttering out. Alyssa tentatively picked it and the hilt up.

"What does it say?" Fixer asked.

Alyssa opened it carefully. "'I made this similarly to Cain Kenobi's lightsaber, keeping in mind that you are both very alike. I hope it suits your needs,'" Alyssa read. She frowned as she couldn't find anything else.

The lightsaber was completely silver with dark fabric wrapping around the hilt in a pattern and felt perfect in her hand. How the person who made this for her knew what the Force wanted for her, she didn't know.

Alyssa stood up and pointed the lightsaber upwards. She ignited it, a beautiful indigo blade appearing. Just what Cain had, and apparently Quinton before them. She extinguished it and sat back on her bunk, rubbing at her temples.

"What in all the worlds.." Scorch muttered. "I'm glad you didn't open it, Boss."

"Now this.. is even more obvious," Boss said.

Alyssa nodded, setting down the lighsaber back in its box and closing the lid. She crumpled up the note and tossed it in a bin. "It shouldn't matter too much if I use it. After all, Cain is able to use his."

"Why didn't the Jedi Order take you and Cain to be Jedi when you were younger?" Fixer asked, somewhat aggressively.

"I assume it was because of Quinton."

"Why did they take Obi-Wan Kenobi then?"

Alyssa froze. She really didn't have another reason. "I don't know."

"Could it been because of power?"

She shook her head. "No. Younglings are taken into the Order when they're about two to three years old." Alyssa pondered. "It could simply have been because Obi-Wan is older than Cain and I."

"Hm. That's possible." Fixer's tone didn't sound like he agreed.

Alyssa glared at him. "What are you thinking."

"I'm thinking it could have been because you and Cain are more than what they want to admit."

"Like what." When he didn't respond, she sighed exasperatingly. "Like what? Chosen Ones? It's widely known Anakin Skywalker is that. The reason the Jedi didn't take us is because we're younger than Obi-Wan. Nothing else."

"I don't believe what you're saying."

"Why not? You can do your own research. Tell me when you've got something credible and interesting to tell me."

Boss stood up and walked over to her, then stood in front of her. "What's your problem?"

Alyssa rubbed her face. "Nothing. It's too much. I need to sleep."
She tucked the box underneath her bunk and laid down. "You guys do whatever. I'll be here, hopefully asleep."

Scorch looked concerned at her, but nodded. Fixer huffed and Boss looked at her in sympathy. They all left the room, leaving her alone.