Sith's Awakening - a Starwars story

𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗘 𝗦𝗜𝗫 - 𝖲𝖳𝖮𝖱𝖬

The more the three trudged through darkness, the more eerie their surroundings became. At times even the ground threatened to give out under the pressure of their tactical boots, softened by rain and mildew. Barely any words were exchanged between them either, leaving an unnoticed emptiness passing around them like a thin fog. The distant breach of life over the horizon was enough to break this barrier though.

"You didn't say it was this late." Without sparing a glance Ben spoke up. If he wasn't distracted by the hoarse new wounds that coated his throat, the break of dawn would've come to him sooner— too many things were in the way of noticing the light, under the steady notion he still couldn't see his own feet even though that clearly wasn't the case.

The two accompanying him fell back further when Ben finally spoke, their legs putting less of an effort into the task at hand. Helix released a breathy chuckle from his lungs. "I can't exactly— gauge that. I'm sorry." Helix gnawed at his lower lip while simultaneously flexing his now paler blue fingers. "You're safe now. It's all General Organa wanted me to do. Didn't notice 𝘩𝘰𝘸 late it's actually gotten."

Ben nodded wordlessly, shooting an indicating glance back at them as he quickened his pace, fixing his mind on strictly getting out of the never ending wall of trees. He wasn't going to say anything to Guerell directly, lacking the confidence and gut to speak up to anyone that wasn't his mother. (Who he freely spoke his mind to. It wasn't uncommon to find the two going in circles and sharing approximately the same rebellious mindset.) Helix, obviously, was out of his ballpark in the means of communication since this was their first proper meeting. Before then, Ben only caught the chiss through the corner of his eye on occasion. It would be brave to upright say now that it didn't matter what General Organa wanted— even now nobody was safe. Ben wasn't a child and didn't need a rescue team consisting of a man who showers twice a day and a notably mute nobody.

A groan saved itself deep inside Helix, wiring his jaw shut and proceeding forward as indicated, not waiting for the man beside him, yet swiftly trying to match pace with Solo, which proved itself hard on it's own terms.

Time waded ever so slightly in their favor, allowing the trio to reunite with open land before the sky shifted from a pale, greenish azure to a brilliant yellow; which usually took place before the clouds sat in a pool of striking baby blue. Ben sighed in relief, perching his large back against the last tree he had to pass by. "Kriff," he breathed out, releasing all his bad thoughts aloofly through his nose, expelling them for later.

"You're welcome." A changed tone followed up to Ben's shoulder, revealing an exhausted set of ruby red eyes. Helix didn't stop there with him, only delivering the flat line before pushing his mud covered boots through the grass, heading agonizingly slow to the hopeful resistance building, becoming a beacon of beauty with each ray of light that reached over the valley to caress it.

Ben counted down his last moments of peace, bracing his body for the conversation he'd need to exchange with his mother who he knew was pacing manically back in her quarters. The exticental fear itself rooted from the night terror his mind was lacerated with but a few hours ago. The winding trail back still wasn't enough for Ben to come to terms with completely but during those hours of cold, hard labor he did 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 some things.

. . .

Leia picked at her hands, sensationalizing the growth of grey hairs piling into motion like eager, greedy people, packing tightly into a public speeder bus. The longer Helix was gone, the more likelihood of Ben— or Helix— not returning strengthened. Time was of every single essence regarding the life of her only son and the solidarity in Leia's crumbling marriage. In hindsight, the fallout between her and Han was clear all along to those who weren't blind, unlike Leia. The ushered advice stretching decades back was enough to apprehend the General from calling one of the people she 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 needed her. Organa had a hard time swallowing the burden that was possessing the knowledge of death and its effects yet being helpless to actually acting on stimulating assistance to someone who's going through them right now.