Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

10. The hymn of the Jedi

"You are not on night duty, why are you up?" Jecki suddenly enters the cockpit.

If you could only tell her the truth. You had grown a fear of the dark, of the fantasies that had began to crawl up in your dreams. That the darkness you used to find comfort in, was now scratching your back making you feel unwell. So unwell you felt ill. Ill with illusions of a shadow man. You turned around giving her a little smile.

"Don't worry, I'll take it," your voice was soft.

You sensed she was trying to read you, but your emotions were shielded, only projecting a warm emotion back. The two of you talked for a short time, before she retreated to rest up. It was only hours until you would arrive, to a planet the order knew very little about. You sensed many concerned souls on the ship, everyone beside one.

Qimir seemed to be at peace. Perhaps peace for a drunk man was easier to achieve than for a sober soul. It was less to worry about, if you couldn't sense it. Inside of you grew a guilt of what you had done to the stranger. It wasn't the way of the Jedi to use the force with such strength. You brushed off the thought. You could not carry the load. You connected to your senses. Jecki and Yord were asleep, but your Master was meditating. A perfect balance.

An hour later you were finally getting out of hyperspace. You stood up, staring at the dark planet ahead of you. It was hard to imagine it was even life on the planet. You swallowed low before you pulled the hood over your head. Calmly you knocked on everyone's door, before heading back to the cockpit. You watched as your team entered, a cold chill washing over them as they saw what was ahead of us. Then at last, Qimir came not threatened by the situation.

"The planet looks... lifeless," Jecki mumbled.

You looked over at your master, waiting for him to speak.

"My Jedi, what do you see," Master Sol asked, looking at you and Yord.

You closed your eyes. The hymn of the Jedi could be heard from afar. It was telling you, you're old mantra 'i am one with the force and the force is with me' you whispered low to yourself. Repeating it, as it echoed the chambers. The surface on the planet was dead, but you could feel something shaking the grounds underneath. Something was existing. Something was living. Someone.

"I sense nothing but death, this must be the wrong-" you heard Yord say, throwing you off.

You lifted your hand silencing him. Everyone's eyes were on you, but you only had the force. It was the only thing filling you up. Your hands went back under the robe, as your whole body was hiding inside of it.

"Beyond the dark surface, there is life. It's burning, but it's alive. I sense people, their hearts are filled with anger and desires," words were falling off your tongue, the force spoke through you.

"Where should we land?" Yord asked, sitting down in the pilot seat.

"North," you answered.

Master Sol could sense your whispers of your hymn. Reminding yourself you were one with the force. Watching you like this, reminded him of how unique you truly were. He knew very few with the ability to connect with the force the way you did. If he even knew anyone else. You could sense beyond the light, you could see it all. You were special. He would always be proud to have been your master.

Yord began following your instructions traveling north of the planet. He knew you would signal him for where to land, but as he drove right above the ground, he found it hard to imagine the life of your description, but he did not doubt you were right. Growing up together in the Order, Yord saw many people, even Jedi who were not supposed to house dark emotions grow jealousy towards you. He knew better. He understood that you had your own connection to the force, one rarer than most. He felt your hands on his shoulder, your fingers marking the directions you wished for him to take. You suddenly double tapped.

"Now go right down, you'll see the surface, but it's an illusion," you whispered.

Yord swallowed and looked up at Master Sol, for approval. Sol nodded. Yord sensed Jecki's fear, and he would lie to himself if he didn't admit he had his doubts. He waited for everyone to get seated, and take on their belts. You stood behind him, but he trusted the force held you. With the force with him, he tipped the plane, going directly downwards. For a second he felt you tip towards him, before your hand went out, holding yourself up by the force even with the ship going full speed downwards. Yord could even hear the gasps of Jecki and Qimir.

He pushed through the surface, and immediately thanked the force you were right and didn't get crushed into pieces, as you went through. Yord slowed down the plane, straightening it.

You opened your eyes, as you put yourself back down to the ground. You took a deep breath, trying to stabilize yourself. This place... was even darker than before. The surface we had gone through, seemed like a protecting sky of the planet. Down here was everything black and white. You pointed at a mountain to land the ship on.

"We'll go by foot," you said, turning around to get back to your room. You sensed everyone's eyes on you. It was admiration, awe, emotions you didn't like for people to have, not for you. You walked out of the cockpit, leaving them alone.

"How is she not a Master yet?" Jecki asked, shocked, looking up at her master.

Sol smiled weakly. It was a question he had been asking not only himself but also the order. You were more than ready to become a Jedi Master, to take on your own Padawan, but the council always told him it wasn't your time. They did the same when it came to knighting you. He was just relieved you had no knowledge of their push back. Sure, you would be the youngest to ever become Master, but it didn't mean you deserve it.

Another man in the corner that had been watching you play was Qimir. It was safe to say that his perspective of who you were, had changed after what he had just witnessed. You were perfect, perfect for him.