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As Sashé left Khoonda, Mical ran up to her and hugged her, lifting her off the ground.
“Sashé, you’re alright!” he cried, putting her back down. When he saw the shocked look on her face, he backed off and said, “I’m- I’m sorry, I- I shouldn’t have done that.”
“No harm done,” she said, smoothing out her robes. “What are you doing here? I said to wait on the Hawk.”
“I did. But I was worried about you. Because of your hand,” he added quickly.
“Right,” Sashé said knowingly, finally catching on to his feelings for her. “So you came here after the battle?”
“Yes. To be honest, I didn’t even board the Ebon Hawk,” he admitted, looking sheepish.
“Well, then you haven’t met anyone,” Sashé said, walking towards her ship.
“You don’t sound too disappointed,” Mical noted.
“That’s because I’m not. You need to meet some people at the right moment. Especially Atton and Mira,” she added under her breath.
“Atton, what are you doing?” Sashé came up the loading ramp with Mical. “Atton, if you really hate playing pazaak with the droid, then don’t play with it! Honestly . . .”
“Is something wrong, Sashé?” Mical asked.
“Not anything you’ll have to worry about,” she answered, slightly peeved at Atton’s behavior. She led Mical to the medbay. “You can stay here while you travel with us,” she said. “It’s not much, but Kreia nabbed the port dorm as soon as she got on board, Visas has made herself at home in the starboard dorm, Mira’s got the cargo compartment, Bao-Dur is pretty much a part of the garage, and I wouldn’t go near the cockpit if I were you.”
“Where are your quarters?” Sashé narrowed her eyes, trying to decide what his intentions were.
“Why?”
“Curiosity.”
“I don’t have any quarters.”
“I was being serious.”
“So was I.”
“You can have mine,” he offered.
“Uh, no thanks.”
“Well, where does Atton sleep?”
“Who knows? If you asked him, he’d say the cockpit, but really it’s just wherever he is at the time.”
“Hey, you. Jedi.” Atton came up behind Sashé.
“Who, me?” Mical asked.
“Yeah, you. I wanna talk to you for a minute.”
“Of course.”
Atton led Mical to the garage.
“Was there something you needed help with?” Mical asked.
“No. I just want you to stop the big hero stuff in front of her. She sees right through your little act.”
“I thought she was the hero. She has skill and strength to match her beauty. Surely you’ve noticed.”
“Yeah, and I noticed first. Got it?”
“Well, not really-”
“What’s going on here?” Bao-Dur walked in on the fighting duo.
“Nothing that concerns you, Zabrak,” Atton said rudely.
“Is this about the General?” Bao-Dur asked Atton as politely as he could.
“General?” Mical felt completely in the dark.
“Yes. She was my commanding officer during the Mandalorian Wars. Does this have to do with the General?” he repeated.
“Yes.” Atton’s face was turning red.
“What about the General?”
“Nothing!” Atton turned on his heel and stormed into the cockpit. “Just leave me and Sashé alone, twerps!”
“‘Twerps’?” Mical was extremely confused now. “What is a ‘twerp’?”
“Something short of a schutta, I guess,” Bao-Dur offered.
“Who was yelling?” Kreia slipped out of the shadows and crept up to the two men.
“Atton,” Bao-Dur said cautiously.
“The fool. I should have known.”
“Who are you?” Mical asked politely.
“I am Kreia. And you are Mical Dorati, the Jedi.” Bao-Dur turned to the Disciple in surprise.
“You’re a Jedi too?”
“No, not really. I was never chosen by a Master. The one that was meant for me-”
“-left for the Mandalorian Wars,” Kreia finished.
“Y- yes. How do you know?” Kreia belted out a strange laugh that gave Mical and Bao-Dur the impression that she did not laugh much.
“I know many things, Jedi. Many things.”
“Please, do not address me as a Jedi, which I am not.”
“Very well. Nevertheless, the Exile will know. Oh, yes,” she added softly to herself. “She will know.”
As Kreia slinked off, Bao-Dur motioned for Mical to follow him outside. Once down the loading ramp, Mical blurted out his question.
“Who was that?”
“She calls herself Kreia. But I don’t trust her.” Bao-Dur shot a glance up the ramp and walked to a far corner of the landing pad. “Listen, she is right about one thing. The General will feel that you are a Jedi. She says she can feel the Force in Atton, in Mira, and even in me.”
“That is wonderful news and I am happy for you, but I am not a Jedi.”
“But answer me truthfully. Did you in the Enclave as a Jedi student once?” Mical hesitated.
“Yes.”
“Then you can become the Jedi you were meant to be.”
“But would she teach me? I am not worthy of the lessons she would give-”
“Mical.” Bao-Dur silenced the man immediately. “Do you want to know the Force? Do you want to feel it in your veins as I have?”
“Yes, more than anything.”
“Then tell the General. She will teach you. She is very kind. Trust me.”
“It is not a lack of trust that is stopping me,” Mical said. “I suppose it is fear that is stopping me.”
“Stopping you from what?” Mira stepped off the ramp.
“Who are you?” Mical asked, slightly startled.
“I’m Mira, the best bounty-hunter in the galaxy. And that’s not me bragging, that’s fact. And you are?”
“I am Mical Dorati-”
“Pleasure. Fear is keeping you from what?”
“Learning the ways of the Force.”
“Trust me, do it.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I felt the Force for the first time on Nar Shaddaa. It was . . . incredible. If Sashé is willing to teach you, accept it. Turning sown her offer is the worst mistake you will ever make.”
“Are you sure about this?” Mical was beginning to like the crew Sashé had assembled. Or at least most of the crew.
“Definitely.” Mical noticed that Mira’s face had the same glow that Sashé’s had. And Bao-Dur looked like more than you typical Zabrak, his repulsor-arm not taken into account. Even Atton seemed to have a slight gusto in his eyes, the kind not derived from juma juice.
“Perhaps I will,” he said, as if to no one but himself.
Suddenly, Sashé appeared at the top of the loading ramp.
“If you want to come along, you’re going to have to get on board,” she called in a friendly tone.

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