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After Mical entered the Ebon Hawk, he sat down on the cot in the medbay and ran a hand through his blonde hair, overwhelmed by the turn of events. Just this morning, he was minding his own business, steering clear of the salvagers in the Jedi Enclave, researching the disappearance of the Jedi from the galaxy. And now, he was with a Jedi exile, on a quest to save the shattered Galactic Republic from the Sith, who had seemingly arisen from the ashes of Malachor V. It was almost too much to take in at once.
“Hey, Mical?” Sashé poked her head around the corner. “Are you alright?” she came into the cramped medbay. “Ever since Atton talked with you, you’ve been pretty quiet.” She sat down next to him. “Is everything OK?”
“Yes, I just-” he paused and decided to ask about the holorecord of Sashé’s trial instead. “Which droid had the recording of your trial?”
“The astromech droid, T3-M4.”
“Where is it?”
“I don’t know.” Sashé stood and motioned for Mical to follow her into the main hold. “He usually comes through here. Hey, T3!” A beeping and whirring came from behind Mical. “This is Mical Dorati. He’d like to see the holorecording you found in Atris’s databanks.” T3 beeped suspiciously. “I trust him; go ahead and put in on a datapad. You can watch it in the security room, near the cockpit,” she said to Mical.
After watching the trial, Mical felt he knew Sashé better. Now he understood why she could be cynical and short-tempered; she’d been betrayed in a way and anyway, she’d been through a lot.
“Mical?” Sashé’s voice rang through the corridor.
“Yes?” he stood as he answered.
“Could you bandage my hand again? The old one is starting to unravel. And it hurts.” She ran her free hand through her hair, holding out her injured for Mical to see. As he took off her old bandage, she asked, “So, what did you think of my trial?”
“It’s . . . it’s something else,” he said, rubbing some kolto gel on her burns. “I have to admit, it is the first Jedi trial I’ve seen, so I really have nothing to compare it to. But I am familiar with Jedi sentencing. You appear to have taken yours the wrong way. Exile, true exile, is a rare sentence. Most didn’t take it the way you did. To you, it was a choice.”
“What are you talking about?” Sashé was confused. “You saw the recording. It was a sentence. I had no choice in the matter.”
“Perhaps. I was simply commenting on something I saw.”
“Of course; no harm in that. I just don’t understand what you mean.”
“Honestly, neither do I. It seems that I come so close, and then it just slips away.”
“Hopefully it will come to you in time,” Sashé said, pulling her hand away. “I think that’s enough kolto gel, Mical.”
“What?” He looked at her hand. It had a thick layer of gel on it. “Sorry, I was . . . thinking.”
“About what?”
“This afternoon.”
“Is that still bothering you?”
“‘Bothering’ would be an understatement.”
“Well, I’m sorry, but I didn’t want you there during the battle-”
“No, not that.”
“Oh. What then?”
“Our . . . disagreement.”
“Our what . . . ? Oh, that. Well, I’m sorry, I just-”
“No. I’m sorry. I did not wait to get a clear picture of what you were like. I apologize.”
“Mical, it’s really OK,” she said, smiling.
“And I would like to ask you a question.”
“Go ahead.”
“Would you train me as a Jedi?”
“Of course, Mical. But do not bow to me. That will be your first lesson as a Jedi.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Who?” Sashé turned around, looking for someone. “Oh, me. Don’t call me Master, either.”
“But you were the one meant for me,” Mical insisted. “My Master has returned from the wars, and I humbly submit myself to your teachings.”
Suddenly, the ship lurched and dipped.
“Atton, wake up!” Mira’s harsh yell reverberated through the entire ship.
“Oh, no, not again,” Sashé muttered, running to the cockpit. When she reached it, Mandalore was at the controls and HK-47 had an unconscious Atton a whole foot and a half off the ground, holding him up by his collar.
“Don’t tell me he’s gotten a hold of more juma juice,” Sashé said, sounding extremely exasperated.
“Comforting statement: Master, I’m afraid so,” HK-47 said. “Amusing statement: He left for the local cantina not five minutes after you left. He came back drunk and cursing like a spacer.” Bao-Dur’s remote beeped, clearly amused. Even G0-T0 found the situation funny.
“He is your Jedi Padawan, is he not?” the droid queried. “Most interesting. He exhibits no self-control. You should have him punished. Severely.”
“Smug statement: Master, that is not necessary. We could shoot him out the maintenance turbolift,” the assassin droid suggested. Sashé rolled her eyes and suddenly moved her boot. Atton was drooling on it.
“Sick.” Turning to Mandalore, she asked, “Where are we?”
“Just approaching Korriban. Were you going to land?”
“Yeah, go ahead and set it down. Preferably close to the Sith Academy.”
“Will do,” he said, turning back to the controls.

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