Star Wars, Mysteries of the force | By : Athiossilver Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 2600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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[I don't own star wars or anything to do with the franchise, this is a work of my own fiction and I am not earning anything from it]
She awoke with a start; her eyes open wide, sweat covering every inch of her body. Her hand rose to her chest and she exhaled deep breaths. For minutes she just sat there, her sheets drenched with the sweat of the nightmare that she had been forced to sleep through... at least she hoped that it was simply a nightmare, if it had been a vision of things to come then there would be very little hope for the galaxy out there. Finally, she pulled the sheets from her body, and turned on the bed, letting her legs reach out over the sides till her feet touched the floor. Again she sat there, her mind mauling over the things she had just seen before finally she got to her feet and walked to the bathroom. Her eyes had been half closed the entire time; it wasn’t until she looked up into the mirror that she noticed the dark bags under her beautiful brown eyes. Her purple skin glistened from the way the light hit the droplets of water that coated her body. Her species were known for their beauty, a child of the planet Zeltros. She splashed water up into her face to try and bring her temperature down and wake herself up, before sliding her hand through her long blue hair. She sighed before leaning over the sink. I should have known I wasn’t cut out for this jedi poodoo... She thought to herself. After a while she made her way back into the apartment, sitting down on the bed, and resigned herself to a sleepless night, a night that would be spent catching up on her holodramas. Not the most useful way for a padawan to spend their time, but there wasn’t much use going back to bed, she was too afraid to see it again. The screams still echoed deep within her psyche, she rubbed her eyes with her hand before making her way to pour herself out a cup of caf. “Ahh, nothing perks you up more than a mug of caf, shame it smells worse than the inside of a mandalorians armour.” Cradling the cup in her hands she glanced back up at the screen, the light from it dawning the room in a multitude of different, changing, colours. After a while, her eyes finally closed... off into dream land once again. Hours passed, she was finally awoken by the sound on the wall comm, a voice that she recognized even in this tired state as her master. Her eyes opened wide, and she forced herself to sit up quickly, only then did she notice she had managed to fall asleep with the cup of caf in her hand, essentially covering herself in the smelly liquid. Maybe the drink wasn’t the greatest of ideas you’ve ever had, Skye. She thought to herself, thankful that there was no burning marks or scarring, assuming that it must have gone cold before she had fallen asleep. She pressed on the comm. “Thanks for the wakeup call Master Kothtri'lon.” “Least I can do, meet me in the canteen, twenty standards minutes, Padawan Kovana, and try and look more awake than you presently sound.” Her master replied. Azira Kothtri’lon, a Bothan master, one of the very few Bothan’s that had managed to become a jedi, never mind make their way up to the rank of master. He meant well, but he was always just as rough sounding and to the point as the rest of his race. And if he asked her to be there in twenty minutes, she’d best be there in twenty minutes... the only problem being for her to get there in that time she would already have to be dressed. Sighing, she made her way to the cupboard and tugged out her typical padawan garb, tanned trousers and dark brown t-shirt that stopped just above her midriff, her race was never known for their feminine modesty. She clipped her training lightsaber onto her belt, slid her boots on and ran out of her room. As she skidded to a halt near the elevator she saw another jedi, a human female, a jedi knight by the name of Leeema Tarkvold if she remembered correctly, unfortunately a lot of the time her memory was about as fleeting as her skills in the force... “Padawan Kovana, where are you off to in such a rush? You’ll wind up hurting someone, or even worse yourself again. You were stuck in a bacta tank for a week after the last incident that caused you to be in a hurry.” Leeema said, a hint of a smile playing at the womans lips. “Sorry, Master Tarkvold. My master, Master Kothtri’lon demanded I meet him at the cafeteria in twenty minutes... and that was...” She looked at the time on her wrist comm, release a heavy sigh. “five minutes ago” The Jedi Knight laughed and placed a hand on Skye’s shoulder, “Your time keeping is as impressive as always youngling, and maybe your master should be training you on how to be on time instead of how to use the force.” “It’s hardly my fault, I hadn’t slept well last night, and no matter what, I would have had to wake up fully clothed and ready if I was to actually make it on time, blame Master Kothtri’lon for setting such an unrealistic goal right from the start, I swear it’s like he wants me to be late.” She said, her fist clenching slightly as she fought back the feelings of frustration from Leeema’s taunting. “Do you know why he needed me so soon? Is there a mission or assignment for us?” “I wouldn’t know, I’m just back from the Mid Rim, on my way to the council to give my report just now. Well, good luck” She gave a single wave before walking away down the hallway towards the Jedi Council rooms. “Poodoo, I didn’t learn anything from her. Guess I’ll need to wait till I reach Kothtri’lon before I find what’s actually going on here.” She said to herself as she pushed the button to bring the elevator up to her level. “At the very least, hopefully he’ll take my late coming easy on me after I tell him about my vision last night, though he’ll probably just pass it off as a nightmare.” It took her another five minutes before she finally reached the cafeteria, where the dark haired, massive stature of a Bothan sat at a table with two cups of caf waiting for her arrival. Jeez, even sitting down he’s taller than I am. She thought to herself before parting her lips to say “I’m sorry Master for being late, you had woke me up and well...” The sound of his massive voice cut off anything further she was planning on saying, “You look like you’ve barely slept, sit, Skye, tell me what’s troubling you.” Straight and to the point, that’s why she liked her master, that and the fact that his eyes genuinely displayed a form of affection for her. She smiled politely before sitting down. Several minutes passed as her fingers fiddled with the cup of caf her master had bought her pre-emptively. Finally her eyes rose to look at his, “I’m having dreams again, Master. Least, I hope they were dreams. I could hear voices, lots of voices screaming out in agony. I couldn’t see any faces, or make out where we actually where, but it was hot, even in my dream I was sweating heavily... though I have been told many times, a sweaty Zeltron looks attractive, I really doubt that’s what would have been going through anyone’s head if they saw me last night” Her master gazed upon her, his hand scratching the long beard on his chin, if the fur of a Bothan allowed for such a thing, as if deep in thought. “Did you recognize anything at all? Any identifying features in the environment?” He asked calmly while still gazing into her eyes. “I’m sorry Master, my eye sight was blurry at best, and it was like there was some unseen fire skewing my very vision.” She glanced down towards the cup of caf and released a frustrated sigh, before shaking her head. “But I woke up afraid, it felt so real. As if even after waking up, I could feel the fire against my very skin burning away. The worst part was the screams... I can’t get them out of my head, it was so terrible Master” He reached out and rested a paw over her hand, a gentle smile forming across his lips as he looked towards her. He obviously cared for her like a daughter; she’d been in his care for around four years now, ever since escaping Taris. She’d been mentally scared from her life in the lower region of the planet, surrounded by scum and violence. Anyone who didn’t know her would simply have seen the fear in her eyes as a built up response to her experiences in the past, but Azira knew differently. She was strong willed, and so rarely showed how much her past had affected her, she would never let anyone see how weak she truly felt inside of herself. “It could have been a bad dream, but the force so rarely would force someone so young to face a nightmare like that without reason. I believe it to be a vision, of the future, of the past I don’t know, but a vision none the less.” His smiled broadened “Try and put it behind you for now, I’ll speak with the council about it, and see if they can shed any further light upon it, until then however, we have a mission.” She glanced up at him, a smile finally forming across her beautiful features, “A mission, where are we going this time? Somewhere exotic I hope... Naboo? I’d love to visit there; they say it is one of the most beautiful planets in our galaxy.” Her voice had rose a few octaves, the excitement growing inside of her, she had barely left the temple on Coruscant ever since her master had found her and looked forward to finally getting away from the place, for a short period of time at the very least. He laughed, picking up his cup of caf “You’ll see soon enough, Skye. Now go get your gear ready” She didn’t have to be told twice, for the second time today she was at a full sprint, this time with more happiness, and excitement in her body replacing the terror that had been built up. Her master remained in the cafeteria however; his eyes had gone much more sombre as worried thoughts began circling in his brain. [chapter 1 is finally done after a few years haha, I've been struggling trying to think of a way forward and must have re-wrote this a thousand times with different characters, but I hope it looks alright now. Feel free to review and give your thoughts and feelings, I won't be hurt if you think its poodoo]While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. 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