HTTYD-Star Wars: ECLIPSE

Part 15

Savro part 6

"This can't be real can it?" Navida whispered as she held her torch raised. "This place is ancient. How..... who,...... what?!" She gestured to the mural and then looked at the others. Thrawn was as silent and stoic as ever and even Tris didn't seem that fazed. "How can you guys be this calm?!"

"Well, Thrawn over here is probably analyzing every minute detail, and to be perfectly honest, this is probably the least weirdest thing that I've come across."

"I'm afraid to ask what the weirdest thing is." Navida mumbled.

"A Sith Lord trying to use eating utensils that weren't designed for hands." Tris told her bluntly as he remembered Dagur trying out some strange contraption. Navida raised a brow as she muttered something about crazy Sith Lords before turning back to the mural.

"It's still creepy to see yourself painted on an ancient mural. I thought that it might have been a just likeness but even your lightsabers have been painted on this as well as my tattoo." She stated while gesturing towards the small tattoo on her arm and the one on the mural.

"I don't see any other paintings around here that would explain this one." Tris mumbled as he looked around. "Maybe this future wasn't set in stone? Pun not intended." He quickly added upon seeing her smirk. "I'm willing to bet that this has something to do with those pirates." C1 beeped a few times causing the group to look at the droid that was trying to get their attention. The droid's small mechanical arms pointed towards the now darkened corner they had come from. Tris held up his torch to see three of the village women doing a terrible job of hiding around the corner. The Lothcat yawned lazily as Tris and the others approached the women.

The village women were clearly nervous. Navida observed one wringing her fingers while another fidgeted. The third didn't make eye contact.

"Haliha" one of the women said and Tris recognized her as the woman that had shoved the baby in his arms. Her hands unclasped to reveal a black ornament. It was shaped like some type of flower set upon a slender stick. The ornament had a glossy black finish. Tris assumed that someone must have loved this ornament and took great care of it. For a minute he didn't know what to when the woman was presenting it to him. "You might want to accept it." Thrawn advised him. "Not doing so might give the idea that they have displeased you."

Tris reluctantly accepted the ornament and his brow was raised when the woman, now more enthusiastic, gestured to his hair. He looked at the ornament in his hand and then at her gesturing. It was Navida who figured out what it was for. "Oh!" the blue Twi'lek exclaimed as she carefully took the ornament with one hand and then Tris's long auburn locks with the other. She twisted his hair into a bun before inserting the black flower to keep it tied up. "It's a hair ornament!"

The women seemed pleased and then they gestured for the group to follow them. "We really have to find a way to tell these people that we aren't gods." Tris whispered to both Navida and Thrawn.

"True" Thrawn replied before adding "but we don't know if this worship now is as a thank you for saving their children or because they still believe that we're gods."

"I think Tris has more to worry about. Us two might just be seen as helpers."

"That is quite possible." Thrawn mused as they got outside. "Now I'm leaning towards the latter." He stated as he saw the villagers prostrate themselves as they emerged from the dilapidated tower. Now that he knew a bit of the history of these people he speculated that these towers most likely are the leftover ruins of the cities that fell from the sky. "However I would refrain from outright telling these people."

"Why not?" Navida asked as several villagers approached them. They held trays of drinks and bowls of food and gestured for them to follow.

"Because even if they might not know hostility or violence we might end up as sacrifices." Thrawn explained as Tris and they were separated.

"Hey now!" Tris exclaimed as the villagers enthusiastically tugged him to one of the huts while C1, Navida and Thrawn were led to the gathering crowd that appeared to be laying food on low tables. There seemed to be a sturdy wooden table at the front where all the important members of the village sat. Navida and Thrawn were shown to their seats near the middle. They sat down cross-legged and observed the ongoings.

"I hate to bring this up now, but do you think your friend is alright?" Thrawn asked. "He is a former Sith Lord and they are known for their tempers."

"If you think he'll get frustrated enough to kill someone villagers than you are mistaken. In the short while that I know him he only seems to kill those who did some serious wrongs even if he doesn't like to admit it." Navida stated. "He might seem like the big bad Dark Force user who kills anyone who annoys him but he's a softy at heart. Those kids wouldn't have been playing with him if it weren't true."

"If what wasn't true?" They heard from behind them and turned. Navida gasped at the sight of Tris while Thrawn merely raised a brow. Both wondered if the Chiss would ever show his emotions on his face. "Do I look ridiculous?"

"NO!" Both said simultaneously. Navida didn't hide that fact that she was blatantly staring at Tris. Gone was the blanket that he had wrapped around himself. In its stead was a robe of rich purple hues interwoven with black embroidery. The robe was slightly based on the one Tris had worn on Skaovis but his shoulders were bare. The sleeves of the robe were fastened to glossy black armbands encircling his biceps while the sides of the robes held clips for his lightsabers. His hair was also done up into a better bun with the flower ornament fastened securely. Around his neck was a simple necklace that held a black jewel. "I think I know what a Corasanti dress up doll feels like now." he mumbled as he sat down at the table. The long sleeves that had looked like one piece of cloth easily fluttered open to show his bare arms. "It's even weirder that these clothes fit me perfectly and are made for easy movement."

"What do you mean?" Navida asked as she tried not to react to how good Tris looked in those clothes.

"These are obviously ceremonial clothes but if I need to fight or defend then I could easily move and reach for my sabers." Tris explained as he gestured to the clips his sabers had been hung on. Drums began to play to the side catching their attention. Food was being served as one of the elders at the table said something to the people gathered there. The group was momentarily distracted by the cheering of the crowd and then the following dinner. Surprisingly it was Thrawn that was the attention of the children this time.

"I leave you alone one time with children and they are already attached to you like magnets." Navida joked.

"They do tend to grow on you." Tris remarked as one of the children was using his lap as a chair while clapping along with the music. Tris let out a squeak of surprise when he was tugged into the dancing throng of villagers by the women that had met them in the underground chamber. Many looked more at ease now as they partied. Navida was watching Tris try to dance as many of the villagers laughed at his attempts.

"You know, you should tell him how you feel." Came from beside her. She looked to see Thrawn try to unhook a very eager little girl from his arm.

"Tell him what?" Navida asked even as she willed her blush to not manifest.

"That you are developing feelings for him." Thrawn stated. "You glare at those women so hard that it's obvious."

"I'm not!" She exclaimed but Thrawn pinned her with a look that told her he didn't believe her. "When did you find out?" She finally mumbled.

"The glances you give him aren't as hidden as you think." Thrawn told her. "It's surprising how he can be so adept at using the Force yet so oblivious to your developing feelings."

"It's not like I wanted to fall for him." Navida muttered. "At first he was just going to help me find my brother. Then he saved my life and we somehow stuck to traveling together."

"Space is a lonely place Navida." Thrawn spoke evenly. "There aren't many that find happiness. I would suggest you evaluate your feelings. I doubt he's going to stay this oblivious."

"That would probably be the scariest part." Navida whispered so low that Thrawn didn't hear her.