A blog dedicated to a wild group of friends' star war's AU featuring a murderer, an indecisive ginger, and a lesbian. Set very far into the future. Warnings for mild to excessive violence, gore, and other possibly triggering subjects.
GUYS I JUST NOTICED we dont have any robot friends in our AU????? where they at????
Shya definitely gets a roomba and tapes a comically large knife to it and doesn’t tell anyone specifically to watch them find out when they get stabbed.
the roomba is actually sentient and has a bloodlust that rivals shya’s lmao
buttt seriously Jaa and Myla should have a droid friend
GUYS I JUST NOTICED we dont have any robot friends in our AU????? where they at????
Shya definitely gets a roomba and tapes a comically large knife to it and doesn’t tell anyone specifically to watch them find out when they get stabbed.
the roomba is actually sentient and has a bloodlust that rivals shya’s lmao
buttt seriously Jaa and Myla should have a droid friend
don’t be dumb
I would have bled out if you’d said you liked the color red.
[ what they have isn’t healthy or safe. ]
tags :: abuse, abusive relationship, hurt
Shya hates mindless obedience as much as the next guy, but she had to admit Obrin was right about this one.
Her powers were getting stronger and she could barely control them. It didn’t help that Sil followed her around at all hours pushing all their emotions on Shya’s already overloaded system. At this point Shya couldn’t be in a room with more than ten non-Jedi. She stifled all she could but too often it was not enough. Obrin finally convinced her that she should meditate somewhere without anyone around for miles to clear her head a little.
She picked a spot on a green planet. She sat in a grass field that stretched out for at least a mile in each direction. In the distance she could see blue mountains rise over this valley. There was sentient life on this planet but no one inhabited this region. She sat with her legs folded, back straight, and breathed in the warm air. The wind picked up and flooded her ears, but then died down as quickly as it came. She dropped her shoulders.
The life on this planet chirped and buzzed around her.
She looked up at the star this planet orbited. It was too bright for her to look at directly. She closed her eyes. Her face was warm. She might have smiled. There was no one else she could feel. Sure the force still ran through this place but it wasn’t the same as a stuffy ship full of people, or even the temple. She breathed deep.
Jaa: You've done nothing but study Saber techniques?
Iah: More pursue than study lately. You see, I cannot find her... it's been twenty years now and I'm starting to lose confidence. I just work for Shyama to pay the bills. There's not a lot of money in revenge.
"I'm aware of that your knight ship, but the plan was not working." Jaa felt her temper start to spike but she held it back trying to keep years of meditation from being wasted.
"The plan called for me to be attacked remember? I needed them provoked, and you certainly weren't helping by steering them away!" The last syllable was sharper than intended but Myla just came back with equal amounts of venom.
"So you seek out the people that can kill you!? Great Fucking plan!" Jaa's arms crossed themselves as she tried to keep it together.
"I'm not saying I could take them, but I can certainly handle myself! Just because I'm playing a senator does not mean my Jedi status is irrelevant."
"I don’t give a shit who you're playing, and if you can handle yourself. What was with the fucking ‘I’m sure I can convince you' bullshit!" Myla had stopped pacing the length of the ship and was in Jaa's face the anger clear. "It was my job to protect you, but I can't do that if you are throwing yourself directly in danger?" Jaa fists clenched
"I had it under control the plan was working! You, however, clearly don't trust my skills enough to let me finish!"
"They were going to fucking kill you!"
"That was part of the plan! You running in there to save me was not!"
"Yeah? Well neither was falling in love with you!"
Everything froze as both girls now realized just how close they had gotten.
Jaa felt her heart stutter uncomfortably.
"I...say that again?" She whispered as Myla seemed absolutely mortified only she couldn't break eye contact. She was silent, trying to turn away, but Jaa grabbed her desperately, catching the other’s sad eyes.
"Please. I need you to say it again." Jaa felt every fiber screaming at her to drop it but she just couldn't.
"I... I'm in love with you," Mya sucked in a breath before continuing. "That's why I couldn't let you go through with it. I-- I didn't-- I couldn't watch you put yourself in danger like that." Her eyes were locked on the ships floor.
"When... when did you..." Jaa's hands were shaking terrified as she realized this was the first time she's probably ever felt something this close to real love and there was finally a possibility of it being returned.
"A couple days after that council meeting. I usually can't sit through them, but when you spoke I... I got caught." Mya slowly reached up and took Jaa's hand.
"I thought that maybe it was just because you were a diplomat's daughter and you were better at arguing than any of the other stiffs there. A couple days later, though-- that night when we were flying to start the mission and we were just talking, about nothing. You were so relaxed and inviting and I felt like I'd known you longer than two months. As if you had been with me forever. That's when I figured it out." She pressed a kiss into the girl’s hand.
"Myla..." the other Jedi sighed
"I know... if you didn't feel the same you would have gone off on me by now about regulations and duty, you don't have to say it though," Jaa felt pain shoot through her heart. She was right. She's done it before to curious diplomats and others she's interacted with. This. This was different. She wanted this. She had wanted this the day they left Cala together after the crash. She had ignored it as her emotions getting the better of her again but now-- now it was too much to push aside.
"I want to-- but, I can't" she whispered voice shaking as Myla linked their hands together pulling her closer.
"I know. You still have a duty to your sibling." Mya's arms enveloped her in a way that was comforting and easy.
"I just wish you didn't." Jaa felt the tears before she saw them, her shoulder becoming damp. Her trembling increased but she couldn't cry. She pushed away a bit but, clutched her shirt tightly. Easing onto her toes slightly she kissed the side of the Jedi's mouth before burying her head into Myla’s shoulder.
"When this is over... all of it. Promise me we can still have this. Promise me we can start over somewhere and leave the Jedi behind us." There was a solemn chuckle that came in response. Jaa knew it was a crazy thing to think that was possible, but she couldn't think about the alternatives right now.
"I never thought I'd hear you consider leaving the Jedi, miss straight edge."
A weak fist hit Mya's shoulder
"Bitch."
The ginger laughed a bit.
"I promise. When everything is said and done. We can fly away. Go to Florella or your home planet. Somewhere quiet with tons of water and trees. Somewhere we can start over get married start a family, get a beautiful house with a beach. Our three kids could run around and be kids."
Jaa smiled at that as they rocked back and forth a bit. Myla quickly wiping the tears away before pressing her nose into silver locks.
"Three? I was thinking more along the lines of two. Two is do able."
"What? Nah. Three could be fun."
Jaa outright laughed at that
“Two. That's as high as I’ll go. That way we can't be outnumbered." Myla just grinned, her slightly puffy eyes starting to die down.
"Fine two! We'll have two." Myla touched her forehead to Jaa's, just taking in the closeness of the other.
"I promise. I'll wait for you at the end of this." Myla finally whispered.
"And I you." Jaa whispered, her heart pounding a mile a minute.
"Sounds like wedding vows." Before the horrible reference of 'you know what comes after vows?' could be finished Jaa kissed her square on the lips this time. It was a perfect moment, really, something both had wanted had finally fallen into place; but reality would come back eventually.
This time, it was in the form of Myla's comlink going off on the control panel. Master Alban's voice rang through the ship.
"Jedi report. Did you make it out? I heard that gunfire was exchanged."
The girls pulled apart reluctantly a sadness settling over the two.
"Jaa? Myla?" Myla looked at the panel before walking over and hitting the button.
"We're fine. We made it out with no injury, and have hidden securely and plan to lay low for the time being."
Her voice took on a tone that sounded exhausted as Jaa watched her take a seat in the captain's chair.
"That's good to hear. Why did it take you so long to report?"
"We had a, minor disagreement on the execution of the plan but--"
The Jedi knight didn't stay for the rest of the conversation. Instead, she focused on getting out of the senator attire.
Her heart felt heavy, but she was no longer in the situation so it allowed her a moment to regain control. Fortunately, she was trained enough that nothing had leaked through to the force. That moment would be theirs and that will be how it stays.
Moving to her quarters she didn’t concern herself with locking the door which in hindsight may have been a fully conscious decision. He quarters were modest for the tiny ship. A metal bench with mats and a sheet made up the bed. A closet attached at the end and a mirror on the door. She could easily touch either side without much trouble seeing as it was more of a storage closet than a room, but the life of a Jedi was to be a humble one, so it was perfect.
She began stripping the gaudy dress piece by piece trying to get back to the comfort of her usual robes. Every so often glancing at the reflection of slightly red rimmed eyes from unshed tears, disheveled hair and a look she couldn’t quite recognize. Her mind wandered.
Kids.
God, she never knew she wanted it, never knew she wanted something so… not Jedi.
Was it really that much of a surprise though? After all her father had left the order for her mother. That really wasn’t a good example considering the state of things. Her sister was proof enough of that, but that didn’t make the longing for such things go away, and it was more than just a lust, which was generally what ended a Jedi’s journey, it was a longing for a domestic life. Something she and her sibling had been robbed of because of her mother’s recklessness.
Her sibling. Now that was something that always came back in the most somber of ways. She had a duty to her kin. A duty to set them straight. She couldn’t run off and have children no matter how much she wanted it. Jaa couldn’t leave things to the way they were now, the universe wouldn’t survive.
“Jaa.” She tensed as warm hands rested on her bear shoulders. She had apparently had been half way through removing the dress when she got stuck in thought. Clutching the fabric to her chest, she felt something warm and dangerous stir in her as Myla’s hands rubbed up and down. She glanced over her shoulder as careful hands undid her hair, smoothing it out before moving it to the side.
“You’re thinking too hard.” The Grey murmured into her ear as Jaa felt a shiver run down her spine easing into the girls’ touch.
“Sorry I just,” trailing off as Myla’s eyes scanned over the reflection. She should be shutting this down. Stopping whatever was happening in this moment as Jaa watched Myla gently pull on the fabric and move the Jedi’s tense hands to replace them with a steady grip. The warmth of her body pressed into Jaa’s back causing the knight to close her eyes at the feeling.
“we got our orders. We are to stay low for a couple days.” Jaa hummed in acknowledgment as warm hands just held her chest through the overly green fabric. It was so intimate and so easy that the second she realized, Jaa felt her muscles tense in unease. Myla started to pull away, but Jaa reflexively held on.
“Don’t-“
“Shut up.” Myla nuzzled into her neck squeezing slightly and Jaa’s chest. “This-- it’ll just be for tonight.” Jaa swallowed her fear and hurt as she opened her eyes. Lips pressed to skin setting everything on fire. Teeth scraping up her neck to kiss at her jaw and that should not feel as good as it does.
As it turns out to be a Jedi is really to be touch starved, and Jaa became more and more aware of how much she’d missed out as a groan escaped her lips. In a second she was turned around, dress falling to her feet as their lips seal together. Jaa’s arms moving subconsciously to pull the other woman closer each watching the other with hooded eye. There was only a want to be that much closer as Jaa felt her back hit the mirror. The cold of the surface pulling a gasp from her giving Myla an opening to slip her tongue in. The new sensations diving Jaa just that much crazier as hands just roamed in a desperate attempt to memorize everything. Jaa felt every reservation leave with her mind as she gave herself over to the feelings.
She would hold on to this night no matter the consequence. This bit of happiness was hers and damn anyone who tried to take this woman from her.
Jaa let out another scream as Shyama stood above her, a sickening smile twisted onto her lips when she pulled the memory from her. The force pushing and pulling with needle-like precision and pain through Jaa’s mind.
“You see, Qamar? Even the most perfect Jedi fall to the weaknesses of the flesh.”
The other girl just stared as Shaya released her grip on silver locks, causing the broken Jedi to fall to the cold metal floor her limbs acting as dead weight as they splayed out uselessly. Brown eyes glazed over in pain as tears spilled down her cheeks.
A pale hand angled her head as her vision blurred.
“I’m sorry we had to resort to this. It’s a very barbaric use of the force, but you must understand, this was not meant to hurt you. It was meant to remind you of what you really want.” Jaa’s stomach churned with anger at the words.
“We can give you that life, Jaa. We can give you that happiness and end all of this now. In the new world we create, you can have that family, that woman, with no worry of the council. They won’t let you have it, Jaa, and you know they won’t.”
The cold fingertips stroked down her cheek wiping the tears away. A soft smile creating a gross contrast to the evil held within.
“Help us. Help us give you what you truly want.” It would be so easy to give in. So easy to say yes and hand over the council’s secrets and see Myla again.
God did she want to see her lover, to be held and comforted. Somewhere warm and safe
“Please Jaa.” Her eyes shifted to Iah as the soft plea made it to her ears.
Jaa ignored it.
“you don’t have to decide now dear, but please consider our offer. Remember, you can stop all of this.” The pressure on her cheek left as the Sith rose.
“Qamar, if you will please take your sister back to her quarters.” Jaa’s eyes slid shut for a moment, her throat aching from the screams, and body trembling in exhaustion.
Suddenly a set of gentle hands began to lift her into a sitting position. Her eyes fluttered open for a moment as she was met with a familiar gaze.
“Can you stand?” It was almost a whisper, as if unsure she would be understood. Jaa forced her head to nod slightly. Talking was not a concept she felt like grasping at that moment. The hands moved to her stomach and around her shoulders as her own arm moved to grasp at dark fabric.
Slowly the two rose, Jaa’s weight falling onto her twin with her head hitting the others shoulder as she forced herself to stay standing.
Iah waited until Jaa gave a slight nod and the two walked.
The journey to the cell, while only a few strides down the sparsely lit hallway, felt like an eternity to the Jedi as she leaned heavily on the Sith; doing everything in her power to keep from toppling over. The guards just looked on silently as the arm around Jaa’s waist tightened with every stumble. Once they reached the cell Jaa pushed away letting herself stumble into the room catching herself on the shelf of a bed before slowly sinking into her corner. Her eyes fell closed again as the door shut but the presence of the other was still there.
“Jaa.” The Jedi hugged herself tightly trying to curl away from the voice. She wanted nothing more than to be alone with her thoughts and regrets. Wanted this other woman to leave her to her misery.
“Jaa, why do you resist like this. it just makes it worse for you” A bitter laugh escaped the Jedi's throat. Opening her eyes, she was met with a look of concerned upset.
“She speaks” Jaa rasped, head falling against the wall.
“You need to stop this. continuing will just succeed in losing yourself further.” She looked so angry. What the hell is she angry for? She’s not the one being held captive and tortured within an inch of her life.
“Better I’m lost than the death of millions of innocent people” Iah’s rage and frustration seemed to explode off her, hitting Jaa in waves through their connection.
“And why do they deserve their life over you? Lord Nils is doing a service to this universe and offering you an opportunity to save the life you keep trying to throw away.” Jaa smirked, all self-preservation flying out the window.
“She is nothing but a liar, Sil, Nils will only bring destruction and drag you down with her.” Her head hit the wall as the force dragged her up to full height pinning her.
“You. Do not call me that.” Jaa gasped for air uselessly as her sister stormed closer replacing the energy with a forearm to Jaa’s neck.
“Shaya will become the most powerful being in the universe, and I will be at her side as long as she needs me.” The heat of the words hit Jaa’s face as she held still, the grip lessening slightly.
“And when she doesn’t need you?” The hand fell away as Jaa forced her legs to stay steady
The Sith turned her back, moving to the door, rage following with a growing feeling off self-doubt. Stopping at the now open doors Jaa fell to the ground again. but she was too exhausted to struggle any longer.
“Why do you fight this?” Another whisper.
“What else can I do?” Jaa muttered as she began to lose the struggle with unconsciousness.
Her sister hovered in the door, a sad, lonely look crossing the Sith’s features..
“Save yourself.” The voice sounded so distant now.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you” she whispered, sadness growing as a faint thought of what could have been between them came and went. The darkness took her, finally ending the pain as flashes of Myla raced through her mind. Visions of a happy family, far removed from the Jedi and the troubles of the Galaxy. Pictures of what could have been if she had been able to keep Iah.
When she woke she didn’t question the black robes that had been draped over her form.
Jaa was furious, no, she was just pissed the fuck off. Her fists were clenching and unclenching as her mother looked, on no emotion betraying her.
“All I am asking is that you consider the situation that you’re in.” The senator just sat quietly regarding her daughter as Jaa tried to remember the fact that she was a trained Jedi and they were supposed to be known for their calm demeanor. Clearly, meditation meant nothing when dealing with her cold, unrelenting mother.
“What you are asking me to do is political suicide. I cannot just simply disappear or release this information. The trade federation would have my head.”
“That is what I am trying to prevent. I understand that it is not easy, but it is necessary if we are to find who tried to poison you. That is why you requested my help isn’t it?” Teckla’s façade finally fell slightly, enough that Jaa could see the hesitation. Anytime the Jedi were mentioned she seemed scared.
“… Mother. I know you haven’t been truthful, and I need you, for once in your life, to be completely honest with me.” Teckla looked away at the mention of mother. Granted it was rarely used in regards of her person. She seemed to always have held a small guilt at the word. A guilt Jaa had started picking up on when she was first becoming force sensitive.
“The truth. The truth is we know who it was.” Teckla whispered it and Jaa could sense the give that finally came as the words left her mouth.
She knelt in front of the well dressed women taking her hands, looking into her eyes. She knew her mother was susceptible to her and only her when they were alone. Jaa had looked in her mind had seen the day Teckla recognized her father in the Jedi.
“Please. I need you to tell me who it was.” The senator’s hands griped her daughters, the smooth skin an apparent contrast to the Jedi’s.
“We… we believe it was someone in the Darth Succession. A Sith that we have not been able to--”
“A Sith?” Jaa was on her feet in moments. The council had been investigating a possibility of Sith’s having risen again, but now?
“Senator I need you to be certain that it was a Sith. Are you positive? What did they look like? Who was it? You need to tell me.” The situation had finally reached a boiling point, if Jaa did not act quickly the situation could become dire. She had already lost two members of her family to the Succession and now they were after the last.
Teckla opened her mouth to reply, her daughter's frantic eyes finally hitting home the seriousness of the situation. Before she could get a word out a loud bang shook the ship. Lights flickering as Jaa braced her charge, looking around, all her senses on alert.
“We’ve been boarded.” She started from the door as an attendant opened it
“Ma’am! We’ve--“
“Get her to the escape pods and report to the Council what is happening.”
“W-we have lost all communications, Master Renden.” Jaa sighed
“We always lose communications.” She started for the bridge. Her mother’s calls ignored as the attendants escorted her away. Jaa’s heart was pounding as a strange dark empty feeling made itself known. It seemed as if the enemy was finding their way to her.
Upon her arrival to the bridge she was met with a very discouraging sight. A dark figure stood, their hand fisted in the hair of the Captain, forcing him to his knees. A saber hovered mere inches from his need.
“I was told there was a Jedi on board, and I’m so excited it was exactly who we’ve been looking for,” the smooth tones were spoken with unnatural ease as the vibration of her saber grew closer to her captured captain’s neck.
“I’m sorry. I don’t believe we’ve met before” Jaa watched with careful attention as she gripped her own sheathed saber. The Sith looked on as Jaa slowly moved around to the front of the bridge to see her opponent’s face.
“No, I’ve kept myself anonymous until now, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know you. I’m not new to this game you play, I know who I need to in order to move ahead.” The cold eyes glinted in the dark lighting as the figure stood unrelenting over the subdued captain.
“Then surely you know I will ask you to release him.” Jaa felt the uneasiness enter her body once again. It was strange and oddly, warm. It was not emanating from the dark lord in front of her, but the shadows around them. Finally the Sith dropped their hood and revealed nothing but a harsh bitter cold being. Their skin pale and littered with scars, eyes rimmed red, a sickening picture of a corrupt Jedi. The grotesque smile that grew gave little warning as the red of her saber removed the captain’s head.
“Oops.” She watched it roll down the stairs before the blue glow erupted from her saber. As she prepared to make a move on the lord, another rushed her from the shadows. She had just a second to block as a dark purple blade collided with hers. Jaa felt fear grip her, but if her training taught her anything it was to push that aside. She spun out of the others way taking a defensive stance only to have the masked lord come from behind her. With a split second block she narrowly avoided the swipe. Then the first Lord flanked her, and with a speed that she was so very thankful for, Jaa was able to detach her saber and block the other. It was crystal clear now that she would not be able to get out of this easily. Both were highly skilled to a point she was certain that the first surpassed her in every way, the other was only slightly behind, but still very much a threat.
“I’m impressed. They said you were good but this is beyond expectation. Usually your foolish council members die within the first attempt.” The obvious leader huffed.
“Who the hell are you?” Jaa gritted out, but the other jumped back as did their leader, only to come back with another direct attack; only this time it was just the masked sith. The swings and attacks were quick and direct and Jaa’s feet were moving as fast as they could. The attack was unrelenting and Jaa had to do everything in her power to keep from letting the attacks hit their mark. An opening came and she took it using what she had learned to quickly use her feet, distract and kick the saber from her hand. She held the blade to the sith’s throat, using the force to hold them still. She glanced to the leader, as she moved quietly to the captain’s chair.
“I’m going to ask again. Who the hell are you?” The leader just looked on as if pondering the answer.
“I can give names but I’m afraid that’s all.” Jaa’s eyes became silted as she gained her breath back using everything in her to keep the masked sith against the wall. The force was what she was good at, and if it failed her now she was done for.
“You can call me Darth Nils, and that is my apprentice Darth Qamar.” Alright if she does survive this, there’s something to report.
“And there's a place for you too, Master Renden-- we could use a good house pet.” Jaa scoffed about to retort only to be thrown back to hit the window. Her breath left her for a moment as both her and Qamar fell to the ground. Unfortunately she wasn’t fast enough to recover because the next moment had her windpipe cut off. Qamar’s mask had been knocked off, and now she could see their eyes darkening with hatred.
“You see in my readings of you I’ve come to find you would make a great ally. Political standing, fantastic diplomatic skill, and you clearly still have your emotions intact. You would make a very powerful Sith lord.” The vision around Jaa’s eyes began to blacken as she listened to Nils’ words.
“Qamar. Qamar. Iah!” the apprentice looked at their master. “Release her.” the cold tone of her voice was alarming as Jaa sputtered and coughed holding her neck as she tried to regain air.
“So what do you say?” Jaa slowly looked up at the Sith. The falsity and cold direct tone chilled her, but she was never one to bow to fear. With what energy she had left she spit in Qamar’s direction.
“Fuck you.” She hoped to be quick enough as she grabbed her spare saber only to get as far as standing and turning it on before every limb in her body was frozen. Nils hand only inches from her face now. Twitching and scowling, Jaa did everything to move as the ginger flinched.
“Seems I was wrong about you.”
“My lord we have captured the senator.” Jaa’s heart dropped into her stomach.
“Very well bring her in, Qamar. Make sure she doesn’t run away” Nils gestured to the frozen Jedi. The apprentice moved to where Jaa was, removing the saber as she was released and quickly delivered some blows directly to Jaa’s abdomen knocking her to the ground, causing her head to collide with the floor violently. The Jedi’s orientation was fucked as everything began to spin, it was clear now why her master had been so hesitant to clear her for this mission. She suddenly felt herself being moved and cuffed to one of the control panels. Her head pounded and her blood was in a quick rush through her body. Suddenly the Sith knelt in front of her. Examining Jaa as if she was some intriguing new toy.
“Don’t do this” Jaa muttered, her heart telling her that this was the only thing to say. The Sith looked taken back at her words.
“Don’t. You can change this,” she whispered, but then Jaa heard a scream come from where Nils had gone. Her mother’s gaudy dress came into view, but her features seemed calm as she was walked through the door.
“Sorry my Lord, one of the attendees tried to run.” Nils just stared at the women before her.
“Senator.” The diplomatic tone rang in Jaa’s ears. “It’s a pleasure, but I’m afraid that no longer means much. It seems you are aware of the situation.” The women straightened a bit.
“I understand that your business is with me. Not my daughter.” Qamar stood immediately at that.
“Oh no you see it does actually, just not the daughter you loved.” The tone was cold and biting. There was an emptiness that was laced in those words. As if she didn’t really care for what she said, but it still commanded a respect.
“’nother… daughter…” Jaa muttered confused for a brief moment ‘that can’t be right, my sister is dead’ the strike to her head continued to take its toll, something had been damaged. The Sith next to her came forward as their master made a motion for them to come. Teckla kept her composure for the time being as Qamar approached her.
“I was small, but I remember,” it was the first time hearing them speak. It was controlled, yet there was a fury beneath the calm.
“Sil.” She addressed the girl with a tone that betrayed nothing to the outside eye, Jaa in her damaged state could see the cracks however. That could couldn’t be Sil. Sil wouldn’t….
“I am sorry.”
“It’s far too late for that.”
“Mom. Mom don’t. Mom ru-!” her head was thrown back against the console and darkness started to bleed in.
In a surreal sense she watched as the violet blade tear through the ornamented dress. That should have been the end as pain shot through Jaa’s heart. Something was breaking deep within the other.
A second of hesitation before the blade took a vicious route and cut through the torso effectively killing the women before her.
“No!” Jaa called out weakly as her mother fell before the enemy. Her struggling started to make the darkness spread watching as Qam- Sil’s, breaths became ragged, the glow of their blade hovering over the fallen women. Their master moving closer to touch their shoulder before whispering into their ear. The words calmed the other for a mere moment before attention was turned back to the fading Jedi.
“Crash the ship into the nearby planet.” Nils called out to her troopers as Sil approached their sister who quickly pressed herself against the consul.
“You can’t… you can’t be,” everything began to slow. Solid lines blurring as they knelt in front of the Jedi.
“Sto…stop… “ She whispered as purple eyes watched her, a quiet rage burning in them.
Black faded in as the eyes became almost sad.
Why sad, that shouldn’t be there?
Her mouth opened to speak but a pressure was felt on her forehead and the darkness finally consumed her.
