Bond Beyond Break

Chapter 6: Hyperspace

Orla's POV:

The doors open and I see my sister and Kenobi prepping the last bits for hyperspace. Just as the ship made the jump, Freya and Kenobi looked up, "I heard you were joining us. Glad to meet you in person, young Orla." Kenobi walked towards me with his hand extended.

I shook his hand, staying in Jedi formality protocol with a small bow of my head, "the pleasure is mine Master Kenobi."

As I look up and our hands disconnect, Freya pulls me into a secure hug, which I lean into, her heartbeat soothing me. Before Freya can bring up the events or my slightly red eyes, I decide to speak up, "hyperspace is still probably gonna take at least two hours, you wanna celebrate a bit of your birthday now?"

Suddenly we are interrupted by a transmission from the Resolute.

We all turn to face Admiral Yularen's image. Kenobi addresses him, "Admiral. What is it?"

"The Medical Station reports 50% of patients evacuated."

"That's not good enough." Kenobi strokes his beard, an action he seems to do a lot. Probably more than he realizes. "They'll never be finished before the enemy arrives."

"General Skywalker still has a chance to catch Grevious."

"If he does, we have to be ready."

"Yes sir." With that, Yularen nods and cuts the transmission.

"We can't really do much right now given that we are still on hyperspace route, so...?" I glance at Freya.

Sighing, with a small smile, she caves, "ok."

"YES!" I pump my fist in the air, "I'll be right back." With that I run to grab a few supplies that have been in my fighter since our original celebration was cut short. As I leave though I hear Kenobi begin to ask why Freya agreed, given the circumstances. I could feel his confusion towards the situation and my response, whereas Freya's force energy held more worry, fatigue, and a sliver of relief. 

If I had to guess, she was probably worried about my emotional, mental, and physical state, but I don't want her worrying about me. Especially given the joy I want her to have.

I reach my fighter and dig out two hats, a roll of streamer paper, her second wrapped gift from me, and lastly, a singular sheet of parchment. I rush to the spare Jedi quarters, that are on every cruiser, and decorate the room. Then I grab the parchment and run towards the kitchens.

It is small, but has everything I need. Given we are in space and at war, the supplies aren't ideal for a birthday dessert, but, this recipe is made for times like these. I get to work, and given that it is small and not ideal kind, it only takes twenty minutes. I rush it back to the room, then head back to the bridge.

Straightening my robes again, I enter. "I am ready for you, Freya."

She chuckled slightly and smiled, almost clearing the worry in her eyes, "I'm coming." We walk out of the bridge and down the halls in a formal fashion, yet it drops as soon as the door shuts behind us in the little decorated room.

"I hope this will do." I held up the small pastry I made, "I even found a recipe for War-Cakes..." I was unsure her feelings on it. That is until she gently picked the pastry from my hands and set it on the table next to us, then she swept me into a hug and sank to the floor.

"It's more than I could ever ask for," she whispered. "I honestly never expected us to continue, given what happened, let alone, while on our way to finish it."

Looking up, still in her embrace, I leaned my forehead to hers, "I don't go back on my word. And I need a little time, while I have it, to forget it before returning." She knew the 'it' I was referring to, and knew better than to push the matter right now.