Enigma- A Star Wars FanFic

Chapter 6

Thanks to Flint's observations and Evander's piloting, they managed to crash land in a field. Nobody was hurt, luckily, but they'd be derailed until they could repair the ship.

The four came out of the ship, coughing and waving smoke away from their faces.

"I can bet right now that the heating and cooling system is busted," Flint remarked.

"And our left thruster is definitely broken," Alda added.

"I'll head into that town, see what I can find," Evander said grimly with a bag of credits in his hand as he walked off.

Usually Alda would go as well, but she didn't move. Just stood there fuming.

"Uh, I'll go with him," Flint said awkwardly before jogging ahead to join him.

Once they were gone, Alda turned to Jolie,"Look, Jolie-" she started, her Force Signature radiating guilt.

"-It's okay. He'll come around," Jolie said with a reassuring smile,"I'm just glad we're all okay."

Alda nodded and smiled,"Let's go see what us ladies can fix."

Meanwhile, Flint and Evander were walking through town. It was very crowded with smog and pick pockets filling the streets. Everything seemed to be a certain shade of brown. Flint was observant as ever, scouting out anything that would come in handy. Evander was just sulking. Yes, he was looking too, but he seemed miserable. Flint wanted to help him, but he was no Alda. I should try anyways, he thought to himself.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asked carefully, summoning all the courage he could. Questioning Evander was so easy, or safe, task.

"Yeah. Let's just find what we need so we can get off this rock," he replied harshly. Flint decided it wasn't a good idea to keep prying, so he just continued to help Evander.

Everywhere he looked, Evander saw her. Her long, blonde hair. Her calm, collected attitude. The peace she brought to everyone and everything she touched.

His old Master.

It was the anniversary of the day it had happened. The day his life derailed. The day he still hasn't recovered from. It haunts him, even still.

The crystal around his neck kept reminding him she was there, from a certain point of view. The dark thoughts in his head were clouding his judgement and taking over his thoughts. They were so clouded he wasn't even listening to the one person they had who could warn the crew of danger. One thing's for sure, he was in for it once he got back.

It was almost dark on the already dark moon when Evander and Flint finally returned, along with hover carts full of equipment to use in the repairs.

Flint saw the two young women working with the ship's hyperdrive, fixing a minor error. They both looked up, grimy faces and all. Alda saluted then jokingly and Jolie just waved.

"At least leave some of the work for us," he said with a smile as he put a pair of goggles on and jumped down. Alda and Jolie laughed in response, thankful for something light hearted on a day that had derailed pretty miserably.

But Evander was there to ruin the mood. "I'm gonna start dinner," he said blankly, refusing to make eye contact with anyone.

Flint gave Alda a knowing look and she sighed, setting her goggles down,"Fine. I'll talk to him." She climbed out of the engine compartment and made her way to the kitchen.

Evander turned, hearing her come in. "Fine. Let me have it." He leaned on the counter top with his arms folded, his hair and overall being in disarray.