Rebel Commando

Chapter 7

I should have probably called before I landed and told everyone I was coming. But, I mean, I also excepted them to recognize my ship. I guess, in the end, it's on me.

I cough out dirt, before having two guns stuck into my face and...why am I not surprised to find Jaing and Mereel on the other ends?

"Oh, shab, "  Jaing says, "it's you."

"You say it like its a bad thing," I hope to crack a smile. Mereel had already sulk off and Jaing followed him now. I walk toward the house alone. It feels disturbingly like death. I walk into the house with cautious I don't need, my senses tell me everything is wrong. Off. The house is dusty and dark, not to mention gloomy. I walk up the stairs after hearing a crash. I slowly walk to the room that the crashes are coming from-Kom'rk's room.

I'm startled at what I see. Kom'rk's room usually has a desk at one corner with flimsy perfectly stacked on one end and a neat pile of datapads on the other. On the opposite side of the room, there was usually a bed (perfectly made), and two chairs with a closet. But now...now everything was everywhere. 'Pads and flimsies scattered. Sheets everywhere. A broken chair. At the moment, Kom'rk throws the front chest part of his Beskar'gam on the floor. 

I don't wince when it hits the floor.  It's a loud sound, almost merry. You can hear all the people who went through the efforts to make it if you listen hard enough.

Kom'rk turns my way, only now realizing that I was there.

"Ad'ika,"  he says in a hoarse voice, "I didn't see you there. Sorry...sorry about this." 

"It's...it's..." I fail, "it's...okay." I slowly walk backward, telling myself that he wouldn't hurt me, but still not believing it. 

"Hey, hey," he says, his bloodshot eyes seeming to get redder. "it's okay."

"I know, I know." I hit something and a glass breaks. whip around to see a vase on the floor. It's wasn't there last time I was here. I see this as a way to get free. 

"I should...I should get something...to..." I jerk my thumb back behind me, indicating I was leaving.  He nods and I fee.

Downstairs, in the west side of the house, Ordo sits in a chair, alone. In the west side, Niner, Fi, Corr, and Atin talk in hushed tones, tears visibly. Fi was practically shaking.  In the corner of the room, Buir was pacing. He stops and looks at me. It wasn't the real him...it was a fake Darman. 

Not, being to stand this atmosphere, I escaped the house. After wandering for a bit, I basically bump into A'den. He was staring at the ground, totally absorbed. 

"A'den?"  I  ask, making sure to be out of his kicking distance. A'den had always been one of my favorite uncles, of course, I wasn't attached to him like Shereshoy and Bal were to Jaing, but hey! This is guy is great.   

"what's wrong...?" I knew what happened, but I didn't want to. But at the same time...I had to know. 

"I-" he stammers, his voice crazy horse. "he's gone." He turns sharply and leaves. 

Well, for starters, A'den was very useful. I would have rolled my eyes in any other circumstance. But at the same time, he gave much proof of my terrible idea.  I stand there, awkwardly, running the same thought over and over again, until it hits me. The most disgustingly beautiful thing I've smelled in a long time.

"Mird," I say to the beast, a little cheerfully, despite our foul relationship. I pick the six-legged monster up. Soon, his master comes into sight. I take a deep breath, summon some courage, and walk up to Vau.