Enigma Pt.2 - A Star Wars FanFic

Chapter 11-

"Almost there," Synyc called back to the Alda and Flint as they ate breakfast the following morning.

"Okay!" Alda replied. "What do we do about Jolie?" She quietly asked Flint as if the name itself was cursed.

"I think we need to talk to Evander before we make a definitive decision on if she's-"

"-An ungrateful jerk?" Evander suddenly finished as he made his way to the table, slowly letting his feet scuff the floor of the ship. He shook his head and pursed his lips slightly. "No. She's trying to move on from something horrible that happened to her. She learned that the only life she knew was bantha shit and for five years she tried to forget. Then all of a sudden, we just dance back into her life because the Force told us to," he made fluttering motions with his hands did dramatic effect. "So she's gotta face everything that happened to her," he stared Alda straight in the eye,"Sound familiar?" He gave them both a knowing glance and then moved on into the cockpit, hoping they not only heard, but listened.

Alda was rarely wrong. Flint knew that. Evander knew that. Literally everyone who's ever spent a day with that group knew that. Flint watched as she just got up and walked away, expressionless and speechless. This may in fact be one of those rare times.

       Jolie overheard what Evander had said and she had to admit that he hit the nail right on the head. She couldn't argue that he didn't understand what was going on in her head. She'd just have to accept that fact that Evander Aine, of all people, was her closest confidant. She wasn't a huge fan of her odds considering that.

She heard some footsteps outside the room she was borrowing and saw Alda walk by. She sensed guilt and conflict from her, surely from Evander's little speech. She also saw Flint disappear into the refresher down the hall, meaning the cockpit was empty. Except for their star pilot, of course. And maybe Synyc too, but he was a good kid.

"Evander?" She quietly peeked her head around the corner of the open doorway and at the back of his head in the pilot's chair. Naturally, his feet were propped up on the control panel.

He lowered his feet and spun his chair to face her. "Whassup?"

Jolie raised an eyebrow at him. "Really?"

He laughed,"What? All I did was ask what's up!"

His smile broke her serious expression and she laughed too, giving him the satisfaction of seeing her smile. She took a seat next to him. "Thank you for saying all that."

He smiled,"Did I get it all right?" He lowered his voice into a quiet, sarcastic tone. "I was wingin' it."

She cracked another smile. "Yeah. Exactly right, actually," she then glanced back at the wide open door where Flint and Sync were in earshot. She stuttered nervously as she began to speak.

Evander quickly took the hint and got up to close the doors. After pressing the button, he took a seat again. This time instead of being laid back and carefree he sat down and leaned forward, listening intently.

"How did you get over it?" She asked simply.

He thought for a moment and smiled a bit. "Alda did the bulk of it for me. Like I've said, she's the reason I'm still here. Synyc has helped a lot," he looked at the door quickly and then his eyes darted to her beautiful, green eyes.
"And you."

She didn't say anything, but instead suppressed a small smile. "This is not how I thought my life would go."

He frowned, a pool of sympathy in his eyes.
"I know the feeling. Everything's great and in an instant it's not. Feels like it never will be."