Enigma: Part 3

Chapter 24

They had won.

Synyc and Flint had managed to escape with scrapes, bruises, but Flint was sporting a hefty blaster bolt in his shoulder.

Corr had remained on the Rebellion territory of the battlefield tending to the wounded brought before him. It was exhausting and at times a lost cause. Some couldn't be saved. It was the bloodiest battle he'd ever seen, but he managed to shut that out and focus on the people before him.

Synyc supported Flint's shoulder as they followed the Rebels to where they were celebrating among the Ewok's. They'd prepared a feast and were playing music. It was cheery and upbeat with many dancing and laughing and smiling, but Flint and Synyc didn't feel that cheery.

"I still can't believe she's gone," Synyc remarked somberly, his voice low and hoarse.

"Me neither," Flint said. "She knew what she was doing, though." That got a confused look from Synyc, so Flint explained. "Evander had a vision last night warning him of her death. He told her about it, begged her to stay safe, but we all know the Force is never wrong."

"Shit... Just like that? She's just... gone."

"She's at peace now," Flint replied with a soft smile, remembering his friend. "Evander knows it, too."

They walked in silence until they had reached an empty spot on the ground below the canopy of tree houses and bridges the Ewoks were hosting them in.

"No signs of Corr yet?" Flint finally asked with a wince as they sat down on a log.

He shook his head. "I can scrounge up some first aid supplies if he isn't here soon. How does it feel?"

Flint shrugged but immediately regretted it. After the initial shock of pain he laughed. "Not good, clearly, but I'll manage." After a moment of silence he spoke up with a worried voice. "Have you heard anything from General Hextaar?"

Synyc nodded. "He hasn't checked in with his pilots yet. They're still coming down, but he didn't hear anyone crash." He still sensed some worry from his friend. "Evander is probably okay. We would've felt it if he wasn't."

Flint let out a breathe and forcefully smiled. "I know. He's a good pilot. I'm sure he's okay."

Synyc smiled knowingly, an eyebrow slightly raised. "It's sweet how much you care about him."

Flint froze up a bit and stumbled over his words, a small blush forming over his cheeks. "I'm not really sure how to take that."

Synyc laughed at his utter awkwardness. "Take it however you want, pal, but I've seen that look before."

"What look?" Flint asked, his usually neutral features twisting into a confused expression. "I always look like this. You know, minus the blood and dirt."

"I think you know," Synyc said. After a moment of silence where he was expecting another reply from Flint he spoke up again. "He does love you."

Flint chuckled at himself, finally connecting the dots at what Synyc was telling him. "Oh yeah... that."

"Let me go find a first aid kit somewhere," Synyc said as he stood. "I'll be right back." He didn't really know where he was going, but he figured there had to be a medic somewhere with some spare supplies. Flint needed his wound cleaned pretty badly and who knows when Corr would show. If he would show — but Synyc pushed those thoughts away. He couldn't let himself fall apart yet.

Sure enough he did find a medic. He was tall, sweaty, and looking around frantically in the tree houses above.

"Corr!" He shouted from below, waving wildly with a massive smile plastered to his face.