Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

65. Past

"You know, you would've enjoyed the evening more if you were dressed appropriate," Elzar laughed, looking over at your old padawan dressed as one of the servers.

The two of them had chosen to go out and enjoy themselves while waiting for the ship to be repaired and fueled. It was nothing in the Jedi books that said they couldn't, and was it something Bell had understood about Elzar so far was that he was a very charismatic gentle man and oh boy, the man could drink. Bell didn't drink, and that was actually something you had taught him to avoid. You said that a Jedi always need to have a clear mind, so why would he ever jeopardize that?

Bell opened the door to the ship as they walked back in. He was glad he had gone with Elzar on this mission. Not only because he wished to help you, but it was nice getting to know Elzar. He was a big character in the Order. Bell wasn't a man who necessarily believed rumors, but he had heard words that the two of you were close, so it was nice to know your colleagues. A part of him was also happy to know that you weren't alone after Yord's passing.

The cockpit looked different from how he had left it. Cleaner. He frowned a bit. Bell was sure they hadn't paid for a clean up of the ship, just the basics. It wasn't like the Jedi was full of credits for those kinds of luxuries. Bell turned around, and walked towards Elzar. Maybe Elzar had made a different arrangement with the crew. When he finally found him, standing in the door frame of his dorm, he looked bleak. Like he had seen a ghost.

"You okay Master?" Bell asked concerned.

Elzar was frozen in shock, not knowing fully what to do with himself. He heard Bell's voice, but his words didn't register. Elzar eyes was attached to his bed. The lightsabers were gone. Visions of you and...Qimir was storming his sight. A sense of disgust filling his mouth. The two of you were intimate, here in his bed. He couldn't see it clearly, likely because your mind was blocked off, everything came from Qimir's sight, pictures he did not enjoy seeing.

Why were you here? Were you still here? Should he go searching for you right now here? Or was this just some dark illusions Qimir tried to corrupt him with? It might not even be real. Elzar's hands got sweaty. The force was leaving him alone, with no idea of what he should do next. He only knew you had been here... the rest was a blur. Elzar looked up at Bell.

"She has been here," He whispered.

Bell frowned.

"How do you know?" Bell asked.

Elzar pointed at the box on the floor.

"Her lightsabers was in there," Elzar explained and began to walk towards the cockpit. His hands were forming into fists. He didn't like the emotions that were starting to build inside of him. Elzar felt like he had no right to be angry, and he wasn't angry. Seeing you with Qimir... He knew the nature of your relationship. Still, in the vivid pictures left for him, he couldn't help but notice you seemed to enjoy Qimir's touch... Maybe more than his.

"Should we go looking for her, if she is nearby?" Bell asked, storming after the Master. Elzar had already started the engine, and Bell threw on the seatbelt. It was an understatement to say that Bell could see Elzar had an enormous amount of thoughts rushing through his mind. Bell also noticed Elzar was more closed off, like he had no desire of sharing his thoughts. At this moment it seemed to be a blessing for Bell. What did people say? Ignorance is bliss? It seemed to be fitting.

"I fear he was here too," Elzar looked over at Bell. It was a big relief that at least he had no visions or idea of what had accord here.

"Okay, let's just stick to the plan," Bell smiled weakly, looking into the stars as they faded into hyperspace.

Bell just hoped that wherever you were in the galaxy, you were safe. After a couple of hours, you were finally arriving at Hoth, and even from up here in the clouds, he could sense the cold plant's presence. They landed the ship, and got changed. This climate was different, not exactly warm and welcoming. Bell looked over Master Elzar. He had his warm clothes on, but nothing else. Not even his lightsaber. Bell looked down at his.

"Your not bringing it?" Bell questioned.

"Not bringing what?" Elzar asked back.

Bell rested his hands on his hips, and looked down at Elzar lightsaber laying behind him. Elzar caught on to it and smiled lightly as he shook his head. He pressed his lips together. Elzar believed it was for you to share with your former padawan what kind of... relationships you engaged in. It was not for him to tell. Still, Bell needed to understand what kind of man the two of you would be facing.

"The man Y/n comes with... I might have a feeling I'm not his favourite person in the galaxy," Elzar pressed the button to open up the gate.

"Isn't that an even better reason to bring with the lightsaber?" Bell was even more confused, as he watched the Master wander down the gate and into the snow. He followed after him, and closed off the gate.

"He won't fight me, if I don't fight him," Elzar kept his words short.

Bell frowned, this was just getting weirder and weirder.

"Why wouldn't him after how he attacked all the other people?" Bell questioned.


Elzar took a deep breath, feeling how the frost was already beginning to settle over his body. They had a long walk ahead of them, and he was tired of all the questions. He turned around and looked at the Jedi Knight.

"Same reason why he won't attack you," Elzar looked into his eyes, before he began to walk again.

"He can't afford to break her heart again," Elzar whispered against the wind.