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𝟶𝟶𝟶. "Take Osha with you. She could be an asset." Vernestra spoke nimbly from the Holo-projector. Master Sol nodded his head slowly, pondering, before Vernestra ended the call.
Stressed to the point of exhaustion, he slunked back in his chair, a weary exhalation escaping his lips like a sigh torn from the depths of his soul. He closed his weary eyes for a minute before standing up to apprise Yord to set the course to Olega.
"Master Sol?"
He stopped. The sudden vibration of sound from behind him shattered the restful silence, piercing his thoughts like lightning through a storm-soaked night.
"Master Sol? Master Sol, can you hear me? Please--"
He slowly turned around. His pupils swelled with wide-eyed like surprise, his throat constricting with disbelief. His heart raced, his muscles tensed, as he struggled to comprehend what he was seeing: her.
"Master Sol?--"
"--Keithara?" Master Sol muttered, swiftly sitting back down on his chair. His eyes quickly roamed her alluring face, noticing the Holo-projector was just showing half of her body, making him realize she was in a small place.
"Kaye, where are you? How did you manage to reach out to me?" Master Sol asked, not seeing the woman for years, heaving the Holo-projector in his palms.
"I've been trying." Kaye muttered. As if her chest heaved, she drew in air with each passing moment, as if she were attempting to cling onto a rapidly escaping oxygen supply.
The sound of her voice, carried over the weak signal, was like the cracking of a whip, breaking the silence with a sudden and startling jolt. "I have been trying. Master Torbin wouldn't let me due to the Jedi Order." She explained.
His eyebrows creased, creping in concern like a craggy shoreline, as he pondered with worry over her well-being. "Kaye, are you alright?" he asked worriedly.
At long last, a smile bloomed on her lips. "I'm okay." Kaye uttered, but her eyebrows were still lightly knitted. It made Master Sol worry even more.
