Stars Within Galaxies ━ star wars [2] ✔

𝐸𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒

EPILOGUE
Summoning A Sword

Tavia and Scar used the blades to do a training session.

Obi-Wan watched from afar, observing the differences between the two. They were similar, but Tavia had another sense while Scar relied on survival tactics.

Tavia narrowly dodged the edge of the sword Scar was holding. Then, Scar managed to kick Tavia's out of her grasp.

"I won this time." Scar said smugly.

Tavia subconsciously used the force ability to collect her blade. "At least I won the majority." Tavia replied.

"That is not fair. You somehow have a sixth sense. And let me tell you, it is not fair in a training session." Scar told Tavia as they walked over to place the blades on the table.

Scar examined Tavia.

"What?" Tavia questioned Scar.

"If you ever need a break from this, here's a communications hologram. Contact me. Even though I will also be doing assignments from Padmé, I'll have breaks. I can fly anything anywhere." Scar told Tavia.

"Thank you, Scar." Tavia thanked her.

Scar nodded, then she saw Obi-Wan from the corner of her eye. "You have a secret admirer." Scar teased.

Tavia furrowed her brows, then she saw Obi-Wan, who noticed he had been spotted, he waved.

"I send my sincerest condolences." Scar stated, walking away to let the two talk.

"Still believe you're not force sensitive?" Obi-Wan sassed.

Tavia scoffed. "I'm too old to be a Jedi." Tavia said with relief. "But, Yoda wants me to be able to know how to use the force without it going out of control. So, he was demonstrating how to be one with the force."

"Did it work?" Obi-Wan wondered.

"Not at all. I'm fairly certain the force despises me." Tavia replied, causing Obi-Wan to crack a smile

"Be careful out there." Obi-Wan said as they walked out of the training room and outside.

Tavia smiled, facing him and her back was facing the ship. "I will."

"I hope to see you soon, Tavia Fairelon." Obi-Wan hoped. He genuinely hoped for that.

"Same to you, Obi-Wan Kenobi." Tavia responded, saluting him as she walked onto the ramp, leading her into the ship.

Obi-Wan stayed in that spot for a while until Anakin walked up to him. "Why isn't Scar taking her?" Anakin asked.

"I'm not sure." Obi-Wan responded.

"Are you going to miss her?" Anakin questioned.

Obi-Wan sighed. "I suppose, it will be odd not having her around to torment me alongside Scar."

Anakin looked up from Obi-Wan to the ship flying in the sky.

Tavia sat on the bench, fiddling with the knife in her hand, twirling and spinning it.

She knew she'd wind up back with them soon enough, it just might be a little longer. But Tavia Fairelon knew one thing, and that was she was going to have to save their asses.

It's a short epilogue, I am aware of that

So, onto act two: attack of the clones

Okay, bye!