Enigma: Part 3

Chapter 22

General Hextaar had called the team back in urgently the following morning. Jolie would have to finish recovering on the ship ride back. They were all being sent to the forest moon, Endor. Flint had read a lot about it. It's inhabitants, the Ewoks, had always fascinated him.

"It's incredible!" He exclaimed to Evander in the cockpit as they flew. " They're so advanced yet so primitive all at once." He was scrolling diligently through the vast databank of his Holocron. He'd essentially uploaded the entire Jedi archives into it before Order 66 had happened.

Evander laughed and stared off into space as Flint rambled off facts about the Ewoks and marveled at their remarkable survival skills. It's a shame the Rebellion and Empire were most likely about to destroy a forest or two — at least.

Jolie was still resting, but she was now solid on her feet again and had retained most of her combat skill. She would be just fine.

Corr was prepping some first aid bags and treatments he knew would be necessary.

Synyc was being briefed on the situation. Evander and Flint could sense some fear and nerves from him, which was relatively normal, but there was something different this time.

With everyone else busy, that left Flint to do some research with Evander while they flew through Hyperspace. Evander had found a speedy Hyperspace lane that would cut their trip in half. It would only be two hours before they arrived and jumped into the battle.

Suddenly, Evander felt his head get fuzzy and he felt incredibly dizzy. It only worsened and before he knew it his ears were ringing. When he opened his eyes all he saw was black accompanied with complete silence. He was having a vision.

He walked forward, a glinting object catching his eye in the distance.
As he hesitantly got closer it sounded like he was walking in a shallow puddle.
He water seep into his socks and stopped.
When he looked down he saw he was standing in crimson red blood, all around, as far as he could see.
As his eyes widened in fear he saw the blood turn black and begin to bubble.
It grew hot and painful as it nipped at his ankles.
He took off in a clumsy sprint, trying to keep his feet submerged as little as possible.
He reached the object and saw it was a grave on top of a hill.
He walked into the hall, now free of the black blood. Crouching down he was able to read what was written on the grave.
"She paid the ultimate price...
to repay her sins.
Forever our Pathfinder.
May She Rest In Peace."

Evander stood shakily and took a step back in horror.
However, he misstepped and fell back into the blood.
It consumes his whole body.

Then he was back.

"Evander? Evander, talk to me," he heard Flint say above him.

Evander's eyes peacefully opened and he realized he had rolled into the side of his seat. He looked like a deadman.

"Evander?" Flint said again, reaching up and cupping his cheek to hold his head upright again.

"Jolie..." Evander muttered, his brain not totally there in the present yet.

"She's okay," Flint reassured. "Just resting."

"She's going to die," Evander whispered with a heartbroken voice.

"What do you mean? Did you have a vision?"