Pick Up The Pieces | By : healerrennie8503 Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Mioki
Onirom sat calmly on a bench at the edge of a moon-drenched lake on the
tide-locked planet of Mekhet III. Mekhet III was like her home world, Riga V,
in that it was tide-locked, but it was young in this state, and there were
day-siders and night-siders. On Riga V, Mioki couldn’t be sure if there
ever had been ‘day-siders’, but it didn’t really matter since she’d never even
set foot on the planet of her birth.
She
had gotten herself separated from her master, Taela Mikaeshal, in the bustle of
the main night-side city, Daeva, while they were searching for likely
Sensitives. Her already pale complexion and dark eyes lent her the helpful look
of the locals, so no one questioned her prolonged presence on the lakeshore.
Patiently, she meditated, soothing her master’s worry from where she was,
guiding him to her. His worry for her brought a flush of shame to her pale
cheeks.
She
had allowed herself to get separated from Master Mikaeshal when her eyes had
caught upon an interesting little bookshop. She’d looked only a moment at the
titles on display before realizing that Master Mikaeshal had vanished into the
noisy backdrop of the bazaar, not heeding her notice that she had found
something interesting, if not the object of their search.
When
relief flooded in from her connection to her master, she pulled herself from
her reverie. Master Mikaeshal would be able to find her without her guidance
now, as he most likely would not feel relieved until he had her within his
sight, which, while usually not bad, was dulled considerably by the dim light
of Mekhet’s moon.
Mioki
got up from her bench and stretched quickly before turning to find her master
beside her. As soon as she was aware of his proximity, she found herself swept
into a fiercely protective, bone-crushing hug. The smell of something spicy and
something utterly relaxing filled her nostrils. She knew it was just his usual
aroma, but for some reason, it brought a smile to her lips and a strange
feeling over her. She returned his hug more calmly, gently clasping her hands
behind him.
“I’m
sorry I worried you, Master Mikaeshal,” Mioki said quietly into Master
Mikaeshal’s shoulder, turning her face slightly so the cloth of his robe
wouldn’t muffle her words. He stiffened slightly at her soft words before
pulling away and looking at his padawan strangely with his amber-gold eyes.
The dim light had turned her iridescent purple eyes to the shining black of the
void of space. They both felt the Force stirring between them, confusing Mioki
but Taela seemed resigned to the consequences, whatever they may be.
“Please,
don’t scare me like that again, Mioki…” Master Mikaeshal whispers fiercely,
inexplicably breathless. Mioki could only incline her head slightly in the
affirmative before she was swept back against him. She made a small sound of
surprise when his lips crashed against hers, but quickly recovered and her arms
snaked loosely around him. Part of her mind said what she was doing was wrong
but that voice melted away with her awareness of her surroundings.
Somehow,
they’d found a small wooded area near the lakeshore and the rest became a
pleasurable blur to the young Rigan. The only memory she truly had after moment
that day was as she was being gently placed in her bed at their temporary
residence at the birthing center.
As
Taela’s touch left her, she turned slightly on her side, protesting his
absence. He came back and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
“Never
fear, Mioki… I’ll always be with you. I promise,” he said with a small smile on
his face…
And
his eyes widened in shock. Mioki was no longer lying in a bed on Mekhet but suddenly
back on Ralltir and standing before her master as blaster bolt after blaster
bolt pounded into him. She saw herself and Insito beyond him but the horror was
just as real as when she’d first seen this momentnot three days hence. The day ‘Order 66’ was enacted.
It
was all she could do to keep herself from crying in anguish as he fell to the
ground and his thought rippled into her mind. “The
ship. Leave.”
The
surroundings again changed, this time to Cabooni, where the motley group had crashed.
The only thing Mioki really saw was Taela, unmoving and sitting calmly as
though meditating as she had seen him do many times before – save for a piece
of ship shrapnel through his neck.
She
collapsed to her knees, staring at the face that had smiled for her now forever
stilled, as her world crumbled around her.
Mioki snapped alert with a ragged
gasp. She glanced sideways at Insito, her current meditation partner who also
had lost his master recently, hoping she hadn’t disturbed him. Despite that hope
though, Insito looked over at Mioki, concern contorting his roughened features.
She bit her lip against the wave of
new grief that threatened her, but the thin wall that her meditation had
erected was torn through again as he pulled her against him. Her sobs wracked
her small frame as her tears drenched Insito’s shoulder.
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