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Jun 4, 2011 19:23:41 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jun 4, 2011 19:23:41 GMT -5
This thread is a sequel following Darkness Within the Void.
Sherasti Rin sat on one of the jump seats of a medium freighter, it was uncomfortable by any standards but it was an unfortunate necessity. The unusual route the Jedi had been taking served two purposes. It returned her to Nal Hutta from Gamorr, and it gave her extra time to meditate. As far as trade disputes went, the one she was supposedly resolving was a nightmare. The Hutts had asked for a Jedi to mediate, and the Togruta had the misfortune of being closest. Paying a goodwill visit to Ukio had been moderately enjoyable. Sherasti always felt somewhat at home on the Outer Rom, and the Ukians were generous hosts.
The Hutts and the Gamorreans? Now that was a different story. Sherasti had been half-expecting an assassination attempt every day on Nal Hutta, and she had been extremely eager to leave Gamorr. She was hardly intolerant of other alien cultures, but the Gamorreans simply did not know how to be hosts. It was sad really, given the natural beauty of their world. Thankfully she had been able to cement a compromise between the two with only one trip to Gamorr. Once she arrived at Nal Hutta she would have a quick word with the Hutts and head back to Coruscant for some extremely well-deserved rest. The experience had been… a drain. Sometimes, or more accurately most times, the Togruta Jedi simply didn’t understand the drive for profit. Maybe her total indifference toward it was what earned her these financial disputes. If she didn’t care, she couldn’t have any bias whatsoever.
It also served as an exercise in not feeling contempt. It was still a struggle to avoid that feeling sometimes. But to look down on others was to elevate yourself, and that was completely unacceptable for a Jedi. The Hutts and the Gamorreans had every bit as much right to live as Sherasti did herself, and that was why the Jedi had no qualms about her mission. However she still planned to recommend the Hutts examine the consequences from the search for profit. They wouldn’t listen, but if she was especially persuasive the Jedi might be able to make them see reason to a small degree. If the Hutts just cut their own profit margins by a single percentage point they could avoid a dozen of these disputes. And surely that would appeal to anyone.
Sherasti shifted her weight in the seat, looking at the assorted cargo around her. Technically the ship wasn’t supposed to carry passengers, but the addition of a few hammocks, seats, and a waste cubicle gave it the capability to do so. Rin closed her eyes again, delving deeply into herself. With any luck she could meditate for most of the trip.
But something seemed to interfering with her focus. She frowned, trying to sense a specific cause. It didn’t become clear, but a course of action did. She pulled on her boots reluctantly; Togruta weren’t fond of footwear and Sherasti was no exception. But somehow she felt it was a wise decision to make. Almost mechanically she rose from the seat and clambered up a ladder to the flight deck, coming to a stop next to the pilot and the navigator.
The pilot stared expectantly at her. “You need something?” He asked bluntly.
Sherasti nodded. “Yes, I do. Please take the ship out of hyperspace.”
“What?” The Navigator blurted. “Are you stupid or something?”
The Jedi ignored the question and reached out to the controls with the force. She pulled back on the correct lever and the stars returned to normal pinpricks rather than streaks. Her perception was rewarded. Ahead of them were a pair of cargo ships drifting listlessly, vindicating her decision.
“Aw hell,” griped the navigator, “now I have to plug in new coordinates.”
“While he does that, you can tell me about those ships.” Sherasti prompted the pilot while reaching out with her own senses. She was almost lost in the experience, peripherally absorbing what was read off.
“-and a repeating distress signal that reads ‘I wish I had pie.’” The pilot listened in again. “Yeah, pie. Who the hell records that as a distress signal?”
“The person on those ships does.” The Togruta diverted her attentions away from the ship and back towards her immediate surroundings. “Take us over and dock with them.”
The Navigator glared. “Look, just because you have a lightsaber on your belt doesn’t mean you own this ship. We have a schedule to make and-“
Sherasti met his glare unflinchingly, a quiet steel in her violet eyes. Then she looked pointedly at the controls, which the navigator subtly covered with his arm, remembering the drop from hyperspace.
The pilot moved the arm. “Nah, its okay. Maybe there’s some salvage there too. We can just burn a little extra fuel heading back.”
A few minutes later and the freighter was alongside. After another few, they were docked. Sherasti Rin opened the access hatch to the abandoned ships, in search of the presence she could sense. Her hand automatically brushed against her lightsaber, verifying its presence before she stepped through the hatch into the eerily dim ship.
She didn't know she was about to meet Halc Greimer.
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Jun 6, 2011 19:26:50 GMT -5
Post by Foxfire on Jun 6, 2011 19:26:50 GMT -5
The time crept by for Halc whilst he was upon the floating smuggler ships. The day or was it night, Halc did not know nor did he care. What did matter to him was the lack of pie. After he found this delicious dessert at a Zoist fair he could not get the wanted taste for it out of his mind. It was blinding him in such a manner that he did not notice the new ship docking and the active sweeps of a force user.
His mind was troubled by thoughts of the past and by the insane gibberish that was running through his twisted and tormented mind. Muttering to himself Halc was walking by a hallway that led to a hatch with the new ones were coming through. With a fresh pudding in one hand and a shiny jewel encrusted tiara in the other Halc just happened to stop at the mouth of the hallway as the hatch was opening.
For the first time Halc was so surprised that he dropped both, the pudding and the shiny object, and fled deep into the cargo bay of the ship. There his mind started to race with fear. With his mind in chaos his telepathic power was thrashing about the ship crabbing hold on to any loose object and activating any panel that was not locked down. So doors opened and closed trash and rolling chairs moved about, all seeming ghost like.
In a food locker and rocking back and forth Halc tried to calm himself but none of the shiny objects nor the food that was around him quieted his nerves. The darker side of his mind started to ask.....
In a hissing tone-What shall you do? Do you give in to the pain again or will you fight?
Halc's normal voice-Should not is not Jedi way ...... is not.....not my way. All I want is sweet pie and quietness.
WE NEEDS to know what day wants.
Yes find them out. Find their needs and see if they could fill our needs.
Tentatively Halc moved from the locker as he did his hand grabbed hold of a cooked sausage that was about 12 inches in length. His mind was racing on it's own. Old saber skills were showing themselves. Holding on to the piece of pork like a light saber Halc's foot work showed his Shii-Cho. He paced slowly toward the hallway nearest to the entry portal. Putting his back up against the door jam Halc counted to four, ... or at least tried too, before stepping out to face who or what ever they were.
ONe, Tttttwoooo, freee, five, Eight, ten, ..... oh boy.... four!!!
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Jun 6, 2011 19:29:42 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jun 6, 2011 19:29:42 GMT -5
Sherasti could sense the other force-user with extreme clarity now, though what she did sense was far from clear itself. Disjointed thoughts and emotions echoed in the void, with fear being a recurring theme. At its worst, the fear had been accompanied by rattling objects thrown across the room. To the uninformed it would look like a ghost or angry spirit. But to the Jedi, it was obviously telekinesis.
The objects had fallen silent again though, and the only other soul on the drifting ship was now filled with a hesitant bravery. He was approaching, but even to the Togruta Jedi the unknown force-user’s motivations and intentions were mysterious. She kept one hand on her lightsaber, ready to draw it if needed. She meant no harm at all to the lone occupant, but she would defend herself if the need arose.
Just before she set down the corridor ahead of her, the force-user showed himself. Leaping out from behind a door, an Aleena appeared. Sherasti’s first instinctual reaction was to laugh. The blue/gray alien was incredibly short, reaching only to the tall Togruta’s waist. And arguably even more amusingly, he was wielding a large sausage in a Shii-Cho opening stance.
Sherasti quickly cut short her emotions, and managed to reduce what would have been riotous laughter into a soft chuckle. She moved her hand away from her lightsaber now, confident the Aleena was no threat.
“Hello.” She greeted him warmly, allowing compassion to flow into her sweetly lilting voice. She knew she could reassure those fears and help restore some confidence in the diminutive alien. It was a gift for her.
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Jun 6, 2011 19:44:17 GMT -5
Post by Foxfire on Jun 6, 2011 19:44:17 GMT -5
As Halc's eyes were righting themselves to the darkness the auto-sensors activated and blinded him for just a few seconds. He slowly blinked his eyes to make them adjust. What he next saw rocked his twisted little mind. There before him, to his eyes, was his master. The Togruta who had found him from the locked shuttle craft and then taught him later after leaving with him from the Temple's order. But how could this be she was dead and gone, killed by a Dr. Eikbar, a dark Jedi Mon Calamari.
Halc tried to say her name but his mind was fighting him. Although this Togruta was using the force to calm him, Halc's mind railed against it. Dropping the sausage Halc spun on his heel only to slam head first into the door frame. He stumbled back into the hallway and to the togruta's feet he fell on his backside. Rubbing his head, which throbbed with pain, and now with clarity Halc tried to refocus his eyes and his mind.
Ouches upon ouches dat hurt me. Now what was I doing?-eyes blinking-Ah our food! But was dat wat got us hurting never before did food hurt us. Wat was it? Lets us dink.
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Silence fills the hallway as Halc tries to think. A piece of cheese could think faster than Halc at this moment. Shrugging his shoulders Halc rolls over on his left side to stand up.
Using Sherasti's left leg for a boost to stand up-Hmm.... well Oh well. Never to enter, was not truly important.-Looking up the leg-Okie'day. dat must what it beened. Who yous? And why look dat way?-looking back down and places head on leg as to help in the thinking-Why she look so...... famill'urt to me.
. . . .
Halc blinks again and those thoughts could almost be heard to die with in Halc's twisted mind. Turning on his heel he moves back down the hallway to the door way which led to the kitchen.
Waves at Sherasti-U'a looky like, follow. Can't dink to well head hurts. Disway to talk.
Halc slowly moved to the kitchen all the while his twisted little sub-contous mind was trying it's hardest not to let the thinking side fully realize who he was trying to think about. It was being helped out by Sherasti's calming force ora.
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Jun 6, 2011 20:29:35 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jun 6, 2011 20:29:35 GMT -5
The Togruta Jedi Consular honestly wasn't sure what to think. All her years of training and missions had given her a very thorough grounding, but nowhere had she ever encountered such an incredibly strange situation.
The little Aleena had changed completely twice in a row, almost faster than her vision could track. For an immediate few seconds he'd looked exactly like he'd seen a ghost. Then he'd spun comically and face-planted into a bulkhead.
Sherasti had lowered an arm to help him up, and after an awkward period of silence filled with his disjointed thoughts he'd started to move. They were surprisingly powerful thoughts, but they signified nothing to the Jedi. If she wanted answers she'd have to probe for them herself. And that meant patience and subtlety.
She produced the comm link from a pouch on her belt and activated it. "You can start salvaging the second ship, or this one. But stay away from the crew level. I think I may need privacy."
Halc waved at her to follow, and she did, tucking away the comm link into its pouch.
She ducked her head entering the kitchen to avoid banging her montrals on the doorway. Once inside she sat cross-legged on the floor, bringing her down to eye level with the Aleena. "My name is Sherasti, who are you little one? And how did you come to be here all alone?"
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Jun 6, 2011 21:11:41 GMT -5
Post by Foxfire on Jun 6, 2011 21:11:41 GMT -5
Halc stopped short on hearing her calming voice. The thought of 'was she' was no more the thinking side had moved on to her questions. Going over to a booth Halc climbed on to the backward facing booth and looked over the top and said.....
Halc. Halc Greimer i'sam. Awn I was not alone.-ducking back down behind the booth-Day were here wit me.
Halc kicked the rotted corpus from the booth to the floor. Then he too climbed down from the booth dragging a duffel bag with him which looked heavy and sounded like it as it hit the deck with a hard thump. Halc started to walk toward Sherasti but the corpus got in the way. Closing his eyes for a second or two, Halc's mind went quickly into the force. As if just awaking from death the corpus rattled and started to move slowly it sat upright turned to look at her and then at Halc. Stooping forward it got up and walked back to the booth. The sound of the corpus tendons snapping and old muscles protesting the movement made for a period of disturbing sounds. It walked past Halc and then sat back in the booth. As like a puppets strings were cut the corpus flopped into the set.
Sighing-There he'sa outda ways. Don't munch care for big puppets day'art harder to move. I like my puppets.
Halc opened the bag with a flourish of force bravado and dumped the contents out on the floor. Old food wrappers, expired tins of bantha meat along with on and ends of shiny tings from glass shards to polished platinum piled up on the floor with two other things a little Aleena figure and a Togruta figure. Sitting cross legged his mind fell back into the force. The two toys stirred with the same twitch as the corpus did and started to move on their own replaying an event from his former sane times.
Pointing-See'ya looky like'a. She has blade two.-as if on cue the toy's saber lit. The doll spun and turned in an advanced Ataru style with a saber with had a Yellow core with a Purple shine.-Yet I know not her my mind it hurt for me to try to think bouts it.
Halc head started to hurt again either by the smashing or by thinking to hard either way Halc started to shake and so did everything else. That is until the vibration of the ship made the small pile of stuff to side away from a very shiny and beautiful carved hilt of a light saber. The ora of the saber gave off both light side power and yet was diminished by great sadness.
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Jun 6, 2011 21:44:23 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jun 6, 2011 21:44:23 GMT -5
Sherasti stifled her discomfort at the walking corpse. Fortunately she'd learned not to believe in the 'living dead,' for many in the galaxy that scene alone would have sent them running back the way they'd come. It was no wonder Halc hadn't been rescued. Anyone who boarded would have fled in terror. And that meant the little alien must be half-starved.
She reached into another pouch on her belt and pulled out something she made every effort to have on her. A block of chocolate.
The Togruta broke it into two pieces, one large and one small. She kept the small one for herself and passed the other to Halc. It was the one substance everyone in the galaxy seemed to like, from carnivores like Sherasti to anything with teeth suited for plants.
She watched as Halc Greimer produced a pair of little figurines. They were the same pairing as the occupants of the room. One Togruta and one Aleena. And the Togruta held a lightsaber. Things were becoming more clear. Mistaken identity at first was to blame for the alien's obvious surprise. He'd taken Sherasti for this other Togruta with a lightsaber. Undoubtedly the lightsaber she'd just noticed as it was uncovered from a pile of objects.
Intricate, ornate, and lovely. It was artistry in a blade. Sherasti's eyes glanced to the saber on her own belt for comparison. Her own was much less shiny, and it lacked the intricacy. It was graceful and clean, simple in its design and lines. But the 'aura' of it was most different. While her own lightsaber felt like a reflection of herself, the one across from her was tinted with a mournful sorrow. It was a sorrow of the light though rather than the dark. And it raised questions.
"That lightsaber," Sherasti gestured toward it, "it belonged to her, didn't it? Can you tell me who she was?"
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Jun 6, 2011 22:07:51 GMT -5
Post by Foxfire on Jun 6, 2011 22:07:51 GMT -5
Halc was trying to talk but the word were so soft that they were as if he was walking away from her. His eyes then closed and his head dropped a bit. The shaking of the ship went deathly quiet and the toys wobbled in the air and fell to the deck. Halc's aura and mind began to split once again one of light and the other of darkness.
His left eye opened with a whitish glow-in high pitch voice-Ooo Chocolate...nicy nice.-sniffs it-,-left eye closes and right opens with a Sithy flash of yellow-with low tone-What this stuff? ...... blarg.... It's to sweet where's my meat?-goes for tin of bantha meat-,-now both eyes open-Thanks for the choco it been a while for us. Isn't right?
blaaak.. your tastes runs to sweet for me.-looking up at the togruta-You here to hurt us like these other did? Hmmm. They paid for what they did to us 'Pain for Pain'.
You go too far over board on the retribution. You know. Besides let her speak again will ya I like her voice it soothes us.
Millyann. Her name that is it, and how did she die? By bing gutted like a frakin' fish by a frakkin' fish.
Dr. Eikbar to be precise a dark Jedi who is also dead. Though this one wished he was not so that he could gut him himself. Shameful thought it is not he way of the Jedi.
Yet..... tilts head to right.... neither are we anymore or have you for gotten again you scruffy lookin' nerf herder.
Who's scruffy lookin'?
Shakes their head and speaks in condescending tone-Why again are you here Jedi?
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Jun 6, 2011 22:50:57 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jun 6, 2011 22:50:57 GMT -5
Sherasti stared at the Aleena in amazement. It was all so clear now, the disjointed thoughts, the disparity in emotions, and the changes in speech. They all indicated two persons in the one body. Two aspects of Halc Greimer that had pulled apart enough to become their own conflicting personalities. One dark, one light. Each requiring different styles of management.
The Togruta listened to the interchange between the two Halcs in silence, absorbing every bit of information that could be gleaned from the conversation. And that passed beyond the spoken words alone. Her telepathic abilities were in full swing now, probing without intruding, and yielding images to match the topics and the memories. They were still disjointed, but she had context to work with now.
Millyann. She had a name now to match the lightsaber and the figurine. And a face drawn from Halc's mind, one not at all unlike her own. The two Togruta could have been sisters or cousins, and it was clear why Halc had acted as though he'd seen a ghost. He almost had.
She also knew Millyann's fate. Being a Jedi didn't provide any magical protection against loss or emotion. If she'd seen Master Pedara... gutted that way, the way that horrified her thoroughly...
A shiver ran down her spine. The very thought was painful and shocking, and Halc had seen it happen. And likely continued to see it happen in the darkest hours of the night. Undoubtedly she had been the figure closest to him in the galaxy. And she had been ripped away with the worst cruelty the universe had to offer.
Sherasti didn't regret that this 'Dr. Elkbar' was dead. It was terrible, and it went against Jedi values. No one deserved death for their crimes, it wasn't a punishment that could be doled out. But was it acceptable to celebrate a death? It had been the Will of the Force. And that was enough. What was done, was done.
The time had come to provide answers. The Togruta had asked and gained valuable insights, returning the favor could only help. And the darker aspect of Halc was ill at ease, though the light in him liked her voice. In fact, the light aspect was quite charming. And sweet. A remnant of who he must have been once lingered there. Whether he could be rebuilt or whether this Halc was smoke in the wind she didn't know. She only knew that she would do everything in her power to help.
"I didn't come here to cause you pain Halc. You've suffered too much of that already. I came here because the Force drew me here. To you." Sherasti's voice was a soothing whisper, melodious and lilting, musical almost to the point of being a spoken lullaby. "I can sense the pain you feel. Let that burden slip from your shoulders, lay some of it on mine. Let me help you find what peace may be there waiting for you. Let me be a friend in your hours of darkness."
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Post by Foxfire on Jun 8, 2011 19:07:17 GMT -5
The two side of Halc's broken mind listened intently to the togruta's words. Though the words were said in a calming and musical tone Halc's darkness did not like their placement. So with force fear increasingly to start to pour out from his right eye.....
Spraying spittle..PEACE! .... FRIEND! One who said that said too that they would protect us, .... teach us. Where is she now?
The more worked up Halc's darkness got the more strength the force fear flowed from that right eye. Even the right hand was starting to shake with anger.
Even those ....... Those who were brothers and sisters whom we knew were watching us did not come to our aide. Alone we were in pain, .... great pain we felt. WE called to the force to send help to rescue us. Nothing ever came.
Halc's right hand opened and his former master's blade went into it. A solid sound of a snap hiss was heard. The static hissing of the blade was filled with rage, not the rage of a vengeful Sith but of an untamed beast, a Sith hound staring down it's prey. At this point every being of Halc's body was pouring force fear.
We started to break the first moment we saw her gutted. Each time he made us look on at her remains while he tortured us. He came first trying and crying for the force to help. But from his voice breaking into screams for help I came forth. Thus through the scream I grew stronger.
With in the screams the pain went away the torturer slowed and I found calm and a sort of peace. Thus instead of pushing away the darkness like we were always told......
Voices join together in duel tones....WE embraced each other and now you who know us not ask us to be friends. Do you want to die too? We have and will protect him till this body dies and follow him back into the force to continue too protect and guide. Would you do the same?
Both sides of Halc's poor twisted mind writhed in melded with each other as they were nothing more than the force themselves. Neither knew what was next to happen to them and to Halc himself, but they were looking for some thing and not knowing what it was.
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Jun 8, 2011 19:39:08 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jun 8, 2011 19:39:08 GMT -5
Sherasti could feel the fear rippling off Halc and into the very air around her. She raised her own mental barriers, tuning it out. The Togruta was confident she could weather any storm the Aleena unleashed, her master had always stated she was one of the more telepathically gifted Knights in the Order. Unfortunately it appeared that would be put to the test.
"But you aren't alone any more. And your call to the Force was heard, even if the answer is only coming right now. I can sense the pain within you, but you must remember one thing. Surely Millyann must have told you that when we die, we become a part of the Force. She never left you, in fact she is constantly with you. You simply saw an empty shell that day. We can feel outrage, and we can feel horror. We can even seek justice. But we cannot bring back those who have joined the Force. Do not mourn them and do not miss them, simply remember them and feel their subtle presence. What they leave you with can never be taken away. I am certain that each lesson she taught you still remains in your heart."
She fixed her own violet eyes on the yellow right eye of Halc. "You need to ask yourself whether or not you simply aren't hurting Halc more now in your own way. Trust in the wisdom of the Jedi Code. There is no emotion, there is peace. Somewhere inside you know this is true. Why are you fighting it?"
The Togruta looked at the ignited lightsaber pointedly, a question in her eyes. A question she was asking to the 'good' Halc. Has it really come to this?
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Post by Foxfire on Jun 8, 2011 20:29:43 GMT -5
The saber in their hand wavered a bit. Then with a tremble that started on the right side Halc's body began to convulse Both eyes rolled back into his head and words were trying to escape his lips but could not. Not until the saber fell to the deck and deactivating mid-air. A soft groan broke forth from his lips. Froth formed and the groan grew in volume and pitch. It ended with and ear splitting shriek and then into a force scream.
The scream was not as intense as the smugglers had to deal with but to most it would still put them down in writhing agony. Halc's head fell forward whilst the scream continued and the black eyes fell upon Sherasti's face. Just for a second it lingered there and with in the force scream a single word could be heard....
Millyann.
Halc's body hit the deck hard like a puppet who had their strings cut. Dead and lifeless he looked laying upon the deck. Even his coloring looked off this was mainly due to not having to use so much force power in such a long time. A quietness filled the mess hall. The calm quietness of the mess hall began to fill along with a calming flow of force energy.
With in the calm a single little noise could be heard. The Togruta toy doll twitched and righted it's self. The toy looked upon Sherasti waved and bowed a thank you before falling back to the deck. Was it his former master or just some remnant of Halc's mind thanking her? What ever it was Halc started to arouse himself though his color was still off and his force presence weakened.
With head wobbling and only one eye focusing straight ahead, Halc looked around saying nothing. Soon he spotted the piece of chocolate....
Mmmmm.... nicey nice sweet thing. Dank joo munchly.
Halc placed the piece of sweet into his mouth and fell back upon the deck fast asleep.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jun 8, 2011 23:58:43 GMT -5
Sherasti's mental barriers held against the scream, and it washed over her like winds against a highly flexible tree. The Togruta reached out with the Force and did her best to fortify the minds of the two crew members. Without proper conditioning and defenses, it was no wonder others had died here. But no more would. Halc's energy was spent, and as he fell to the ground the Jedi Knight caught him gently in her arms and laid him on the deck.
She smiled warmly at Halc Greimer as the little Aleena nibbled on the chocolate and promptly fell asleep. In many ways he was like a child. So much of his mind had been damaged, but it was still there. And if he could banish his darkness, he had a chance at a second childhood. One he could spend properly.
The Togruta removed her outer robe and laid it over the small figure, using it as a blanket for him. The coarse garment was much too large for him, and it had a comical effect. Yet the overall image was somehow endearing.
She stepped just outside the room and activated her comm link. "Everything is fine here. Finish loading everything and return to the ship please, I will also be bringing along a guest." Sherasti glanced back into the kitchen at the sleeping figure and wondered what she was going to do now. She would return to Coruscant with him, and trust to the wisdom of the Council. Maybe they could offer a second chance at life for Halc. And if not, at least he could be comfortable, warm, well-fed, and loved. He'd had a rough life, and if Sherasti could make it easier in any way, then she would.
The Togruta moved back into the kitchen and started to gather up Halc's belongings, stopping at the figure of Millyann. She traced her fingers across it and wondered what the real woman had been like. Who she had been, and what she'd have said in this situation.
Sherasti finished packing the items, attaching the lightsaber to her belt and scooped up the still-sleeping Halc Greimer in her arms. She gingerly carried him and all his earthly belongings back into the freighter she'd arrived on, and laid him down on the comically large bunk of the crew quarters, replacing her heavy robe with the lighter and softer blankets. The Togruta tucked him in as if he were a child before closing the door quietly behind her and returning to the flight deck.
As she arrived, the pilot and navigator were both sliding back into their seats. "Glad we're going now, that place was giving me the creeps." The pilot shivered a little.
"You said it Janson, I bet that place is haunted. Too bad we aren't packing some weapons. I'd love to blow it up." The navigator concurred wholeheartedly. "I feel sorry for the poor bastard stuck on there for so long. How is he?"
"Cold, hungry, exhausted, and deeply wounded." The Jedi answered truthfully, a rather tired expression on her own face.
"Wounded? Should I go get the med kit?" Asked Janson, the pilot.
"Wounded in the mind, and wounded in the spirit. With rest, warmth, and food he will recover physically. But it is beyond me to heal his inner injuries. For that I have to take him to Coruscant." Sherasti stared out the window at space with a distant look in her eyes.
"I hope I haven't made a mistake in this..." She whispered softly.
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