Sith's Awakening - a Starwars story

𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗘 𝗢𝗡𝗘, 𝖠𝖥𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖬𝖠𝖳𝖧

The image of bodies festering in a cloak of fire still plagued her mind. It was the outcome everyone saw coming but turned a blind eye to. Plivatti agreed that neglecting someone's needs never ended well. She experienced this first hand when her childhood friend, Kydraa Volique set the Skywalker temple into ruins.

The Twi'lek couldn't be completely honest with herself; two days after a scant amount of three padawans escaped the blaze, she was still in complete shock. Plivatti clutched the spotted yellow skin on her arms, forcing back the tremors rippling through her body. There was a certain dread she felt by walking to the dinner table to face another one of the former padawans who was probably just as destroyed physically and mentally as her.

Vith, a kind old woman was giving the two shelter— two as in Plivatti and Leta Erollisi, a sturdier brunette human. The pair split after escaping the temple— Their ship landed here on a small moon just outside Vith's small home. Since then, Erollisi hasn't said a word to the twi'lek.

"Teridan, was it dear?" Vith's wrinkled hands clutched the doorframe, peering in on a shaking Plivatti. "I made some dinner, you should eat." Concern riddled the crone's eyes, unaware of the full story. Leta had seemed to remain brief on why exactly they carved a hole in her garden with the spacecraft they rode in on.

Plivatti adjusted her posture, swallowing down the thick dry desert of her throat. She didn't exactly anticipate facing Leta this way but it was obviously inevitable. "I'll be there in a minute. Thank you." The older woman retreated from the dark doorway without another word, allowing the yellow Twi'lek to pull herself together.

"Don't be a bitch," she scoffed to herself, straining against her defiant muscles to stand and face her reflection in the scratched mirror that sat crookedly on the wall. 'Oh.. uh wow' Plivatti thought, initially seeing her reflection. There was a noticeable emptiness in the deep vats of her blue eyes, the once bright hues of her two toned orange and yellow skin dulled by the staining of ash. This went without noticing the once white cloth wraps that she donned on her head and lekku was now a sick brown. It was depressing. Teridan even thought so, seeing a darkly characterized version of herself staring back through the reflective  glass.

At the table Leta already waited, gnawing restlessly at her already scabbed over knuckles— earned by dauntlessly hammering stone with her fists to an escape her own quarters blocked in by debris. Her hazel eyes fixated on the empty table mat, unthinkingly disregarding Teridan entering the room rather silently. Leta had vomited her last two meals Vith tried to give her, feeling dinner was useless at this point. The shell shock didn't even allow her to walk straight at this point. Her mind was on the temple, trying to perilously process that horrific night.

Plivatti sat far from Leta on the other end of the table, stiffly lowering into the wooden chair as if not to alert Erollisi, who was already deep into restless thought. She clutched her vibrating knees after associating herself with the empty table. It didn't take long for the dark and wordless atmosphere to close in on the two sitting alone at the table.

Seemingly centuries passed by before Vith entered the room with a handful of bowls, containing a steaming amount of food. it was only until then did Leta lift her gaze from the mat, immediately noticing Plivatti and softening her torn expression.

The twi'lek suspected this was out of empathy or just respect, but Plivatti somewhat expected nothing more of just sympathetic gestures such as this one but Leta was sometimes hard to read.

"You girls enjoy this treat. I'm going to be outside if you need me," Vith broke the silence, setting food among the young ladies before exiting silently, sensing the discomfort.

Plivatti and Leta exchanged short lived glances before taking their share of food, occasionally asking the other to pass a bowl but even small words came out hard to translate clearly, both of them stammering each time. It was obvious the two of them couldn't handle small talk at this point but words were itching to be said.