Descending

Chapter 2

Kallea woke up in a panic, unfamiliar with her surroundings.

Taking a moment to study the room, her racing heart slowly went back to normal. I'm okay, and I'm on my way to see Osha.

She slowly slid off of the bed and slipped her boots on before going to see Yord.

"Are we there yet?" She yawned as she walked into the piloting room.

"Almost." Yord said with slight amusement. "Five minutes. Might want to brush your teeth. And hair." He looked her over as he bit back a laugh at her appearance. She really had just rolled out of bed.

She glared at him. "Might want to take that stick out of your ass before we land too. I imagine it'd be hard to detain Osha with that."

He rolled his eyes. "4 minutes."

She quickly bolted out of the room to brush her teeth and make herself less disgusting. She sighed as soon as she saw herself in the mirror. She did look a bit rough. There were random bruises all over her body from the fight the night before. She took a quick shower and changed out of her dirty clothes.

"Here!" Yord yelled.

She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She hadn't seen Osha in so long. Kallea felt so guilty that this is how they were about to be reunited.

She quickly exited the bathroom to make her way off the ship with Yord and his Padawan.

Kallea could feel Osha was close.

The moment the doors open they're greeted by the ships obviously annoyed captain and his wife. "To what do we owe the pleasure of Jedi presence on our humble ship?"

Yord stood gracefully like the Jedi Knight he is. "My name is Yord Fandar, Knight of the Jedi Order. And this is my Padawan, Tasi Lowa."

"And you?" The captains eyes flicked over to Kallea. "You are no Jedi."

"She's assisting us in our investigation." Yord spoke up before she could.

She glared at him slightly. "We are here looking for a former Jedi. Her name is Osha Aniseya."

It was Yord's turn to glare at her. She knew he wanted her to be quiet and follow him around like a lost puppy. But that's just not who she is.

"This is a cargo ship. We have no passengers." The captain tried to assure them.

"She's a meknek. Freelance out of ship repair. She jumps ship to ship." Yord cut in, knowing the man is lying.

"We have no mekneks here. The Republic has legislated that only droids may repair-"

Yord suddenly took over the captains mind, the man trembling in fear.

His wife quickly spoke up, "Sublevel, bunk 23!"

Yord smiled smugly. "Thank you for your cooperation."

"I see the Jedi haven't changed." Kallea muttered.

Yord ignored her as they made their way to Osha's bunk.

They walked into the room only to find it empty, when suddenly the door opened behind them. They quickly turned around to see Osha standing at its entrance.

"Kallea? Yord?" Osha asked in disbelief.

"Hi Osha." She smiled sadly. Osha smiled and moved to wrap her arms around Kallea tightly. She was the only piece of their old life she had left.

Osha let go of her grip on her, still smiling softly. She felt a stab of guilt in her chest. Kallea never imagined Osha would miss her this much. She truly believed she was better off without her. And now here she was helping the Jedi arrest her.