Enigma- A Star Wars FanFic

Chapter 4

As the four young Jedi hustled off the ship, pushing several hover-crates full of Benezion Lilies, the overwhelming feeling of sickness on Naboo loomed in the Force around them. There was a hangar bay turned medical center within the actual Medical Station on the planet.

Alda kept laser focused as they maneuvered the creates through the bustling area, trying not to look at the ill citizens. Evander was right behind her, following her lead and ignoring the darkness, but not doing a great job. As always, he hid it well. Flint was sending messages over his Comm to the Chief Researcher of the station, thinking methodically and calculating every step and turn the crates took. Jolie had never seen this kind of sickness before. She couldn't believe it, but unlike the others, could feel it down to her core. She could feel a glimpse of the sheer pain each patient was going through and the darkness consuming them. But she kept silent and pushed on.

"No no no, hold the door!" Alda shouted with one hand outstretched as the elevator doors almost closed, a few doctors going up. They both exchanged a funny glance and held the doors open. The four Jedi came screaming in like Pod Racers at a pit stop, breathing heavily and awkwardly smiling.

"Hi there," Evander said with a cheeky smirk. The doctors shrugged and punched in their floor.

After the flowers and all of their data had been handed over to the Medical staff on Naboo, it was time for them to head back to Coruscant so they could give the Jedi Council their copy of the data. As Flint often says,"All data is useful data."

"Next stop; the Temple," Evander said rather casually as he strode to the cockpit and fired up the ship.

Alda poured a few glasses of water and gave them out. She then went to the cockpit to give Evander his glass.

"I'm gonna rest," Jolie said to Flint, almost sounding in pain, as she plodded to her room.

She laid down in bed on her back and closed her eyes, bringing her fingertips to her temples. It was a trick her master had showed her when she felt like the Force was getting too overwhelming. With all the effects of the diseased citizens of Naboo rubbing off on her, she was definitely feeling overwhelmed.

The nagging pains lessened and she could breath easy again. She sat up and turned to the side of her bed, staring out her window of the ship. Evander had jumped to Hyperspace. The blurred lines in brilliant shades of blue always made her feel clarity. She began to dissect the events of the past few days.

She thought about Alda and how welcoming she's been. How trusting.

How intelligent and kind Flint was.

About the mystery that was Evander's past.

But there as one thing she just couldn't shake.
I miss him, she thought to herself. She missed her Master. Heck, he was practically her dad.

She was assigned to him at the age of 10 in an effort to help harness her incredibly advanced Force sensitivity. She couldn't function in a normal youngling class. Depending on who you asked, she was a prodigy, or dangerous.

But nothing could have prepared her for what they'd both seen, and sensed, on Naboo. Regardless of it's good or bad, she actually felt more connected the Galaxy this way. Every gift comes with negatives too.

Jolie ended up falling asleep after a while and slept through the rest of the night on the ship. By the time she woke up, Alda was making the rounds. They had to make sure they had all the data and clerical work ready for the Jedi Council.

"I️ wrote up a quick summary of our planet and the things we saw. I️ made notes of it all, obviously," Flint brought up the report he'd made as they all sat around the holo-table,"Not nearly as boring as the data missions we're used to. Jolie, did you want me to add in the part with the water?" He turned to her, his finger tips ready to type.