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Chapter 1: Peragus

Ever since I was “rescued” by the Jedi Exile, Andria Trelyve from the Peragus Mining Station, it has been a total nightmare.(Well, it’s not that bad. More like a dream, really.) Mical the Disciple is getting on my nerves. The Old Witch, Kreia has complete control of me and Andria seems to make me want to trust her. I mean, I thought it was pretty weird to come free me from my cell in her underwear. My name is Atton ‘Jaq’ Rand and this is my story.

I know I must be getting ahead of myself so I’ll begin when I was imprisoned for some trumped up regulations for some time after associating myself with that Cotra helping him sell a Jedi to the Exchange until I heard alerts ringing through the station and toxic gas pouring out of the vents. Luckily, my cell protected me from all that. I heard some blaster shots outside the prison. Then the most beautiful woman with cropped short black hair with bangs hanging around her face appeared and walked into the prison as from a dream – in her brown jumpsuit. I could tell right away there’s something strange and a history going on with this woman and anyone who signs on with her wouldn’t live for long. The woman noticed how I closely I was staring at her and told me to keep my eyes up to eye level with hers. I was not staring at her chest, honest! She just looks like the kind of person who is at unrest and struggling to keep calm. I admit though, she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and that’s hard to come by after the war and all. I met lots of people who are quick to betray me. She didn’t look like a traitor.

The woman introduced herself as Andria Trelyve and asked for my name. I hesitated - I haven’t said my new name for quite some time and I couldn’t say Jaq for that was my name during the Mandarlorian Wars and the Jedi Sith War – I abandoned that name. So I just said my name is Atton Rand. Andria asked me strange questions which is pretty much common knowledge on Peragus. Then I realized then she is that Jedi the one who fought in the Mandarlorian Wars! The one who caused all this destruction just by being a Jedi! I told her if she would let me out of this force cell, I could get us out of here. I really wanted to get out of here. I mean who really wants to stay on this slice of paradise anyhow? I suppose she trusted me completely or just wanted to use me as all bloody Jedi do, I don’t know. As she turned around to release me by using the console behind her, I examined at her again. She has a fine body: strong, sexy, and just my type despite her the color of her eyes. Which look like it lost its color as though she were dead. Her eyes had a grayish green color. Other that Andria was beauty beyond words even though she smelled too much like kolto.

I was too busy to looking to notice the cell has been deactivated until Andria said, “So are you done looking, yet? Or are going to work together to get off this planet?”

That snapped me back to senses. “Right. Uh… let’s get back to business.”

We ran to the main console. I noticed there broken heaps of droids that were on fire and some venting smoke. “Did you do this, Jedi?” I asked.

“Yes, I did,” She raised a cocked eyebrow. “Like I said my name’s Andria so start using it. Why do you ask?”

Man, this Jedi chick is stronger than I thought. Best not to make her my enemy. ”It’s just that you don’t have a weapon and you’re half-naked Andria,” I began.

“Yes, I do. It’s called the Force and pure fighting instinct. Never leave home without it,” She joked. “Ever heard of it?”

“Only too well,” I said sadly.

At the console, I noticed that someone had purposely have severed the main hub – we are trapped! There is no way to call for assistance or take the turborlift. Andria contacted a droid on the other side to get the turborlifts opened so we could get to the hanger. During that, I used that time to get her a little better. 

“So uh… how have you been a Jedi? Must be tough, you know? No family, no husband…”

“No tougher than enduring your false sympathy while you are staring at my chest,” Andria snapped.

Ouch, that hurt. “Hey, I wasn’t trying to…” Then there was beeping from the console. “What do you know, that little cargo cylinder came through after all.”

“We’ll see. It seems strange he hasn’t contacted us.”

“It doesn’t matter as long as we a have clear way to the hanger.”

“Well, that’s the problem. I couldn’t get the hanger doors to open, so I opened the doors to the tunnels below instead.” She smiled nervously.

What! She couldn’t be serious. The tunnels are full of hazards. Who knows what is down there. Awaiting droids to shoot anyone in sight,  toxic gases, who knows?  Does she expect me to go down there? No. Because then the Jedi with her damnable suicidal actions and goodie goodness volunteered to go down the tunnels so I don’t have to go. Saying a Jedi’s life is sacrifice, it’s better to risk her life than mine, and someone has to save our skins. I called her crazy and told her it would be suicide but she insisted. I told at least to take some stashed blasters and a comlink to keep in contact with me. I told her not get shot.

Andria looked at me weirdly. “Aww, is it because you’re worried for my safety is that it?”

I started to flush slightly. ” No, I don’t care what happens to you, sister. It’s just that I don’t want to try getting off this planet by myself, that’s all.”

“Oh, all right,” Andria said still not convinced. “Your concern is noted then. See you soon, Rand.” She blew me a kiss and turned around to head to the tunnels. Good thing she’s gone so she couldn’t see the look on my face. I think I envied her courage and spirit and yet admired her for it. I cursed at myself for being a coward. She reminds me of someone I knew long ago – Revan. Revan and Andria are alike in many ways. They are both very beautiful women who taken upon themselves to take charge if needed.

It has been a while since Andria has been gone, so I decided to check on her. “Did you find anything down there?” I said into comlink.

“Yes, I found some emergency supplies along with a mining uniform.” Andria reported.

“Dammit! I exclaimed out loudly.

“What’s wrong?” she said concerned.

“Uh… nothing. Just slammed my finger on the console. I meant to say it’s good you found some clothes. It’s distracting… I mean for the droids. I just wanted to tell you there’s a central control room that connects to the droids and tunnels you should watch out for.”

“Very well,” She said. “If there is anything else going on, tell me.”

“Will do. And be careful.” I said. Did I say that? I should be careful what comes out of my mouth next time. Note to self: be careful of what comes out of my mouth.

Before the comlink  automatically turned off, I heard Andria mutter softly, “Pervy Scoundrel.”

‘Pevy Scoundrel’! Scoundrel, maybe. A Pervert, don’t even get me started. I *am* a gentleman. But all is well. Once we leave Peragus together, I’ll be heading to Nar Shaddaa and hide in the shadows as before. And the Jedi Exile Andria Trelyve… I don’t know. I guess we’ll going off to our seperate paths. I just know that I will play Pazaak for cash losing or winning and spending it on juma juice drowning my sorrows. It’s my lost or her lost we can’t end up together. I suppose it’s better for her not to end up with a guy like me. Shame, we could’ve gotten along well even though she’s a Jedi and the issues I have with them.

While I waited, I took out my prized Pazaak deck out of my pocket and started to play by myself seated in a chair. The comlink beeped unexpectly. I stopped playing and looked at it. I lost signal with Andria. But I do not believe she is dead, she is seems much stronger than that. I just know. Not to mention how capable she is when handling herself when she is fighting with bare hands and the Force. I decided to wait for a little bit longer and if she doesn’t turn out, I’ll try to find her body and give her a proper burial and see if I could get off Peragus by myself. I turned back to my Pazaak game calculating the total to twenty without getting a burst.

While I calculated the total to twenty for the fifth time, the comlink beeped again. I reshuffled my deck and placed it back in my pocket. I checked the comlink. Good, she is alive. So much for worrying about a Jedi. “Good, you’re coming in clear. I lost signal with you after got deeper in the tunnels.” I scratched my head. “Strange thing is your signal is outside of the observation window. Where are you, Andria?”

“Your readings are correct, Rand. Anything to report?” Andria said calmly.

I looked up at the window. Andria is outside the airlock in space in a enviromental suit waving back at me. ”Huh, what are doing out there?”

“I am going to find any surviving miners and see if I can save them. Maybe they have the codes for takeoff.”

“You’re crazy even for a Jedi. Look, you need to get out of there now. The station is venting fuel in your area.” Before I could say anything else, a Republic capital ship docked with the station. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

After some time later waiting for that fearless woman, Andria appeared armed and equipped now wearing a Jedi robe on along with that scowl of a old woman Kreia. “What in space is going on here? What’s this another Jedi? What you two suddenly started breeding all the sudden?”

“Hurry, Rand,” Andria urged. “There is no time to explain. Grab a weapon and follow me.”

“Uh…okay,” I said. “I assume the people inside the Republic Warship are no friends of yours.”

“I hope your understanding for things is offset by a skill with a blaster or our time together will be very short indeed.” Kreia said rather coldly.

“Yeah, I’m also good at running and drinking, Your Majesty. Even if you two aren’t friends of the Republic, that ship is our only way out.” We began to run. “Good thing we have a clear way to the shi-.”

“Master, it seems I didn’t enunciate clearly enough. You should shut down and wait in the medical room until rescue comes.” said a metallic silver droid.

“Rescue is hardly the term I would use after you killed all the miners, HK-50,” Andria said. “Now stand aside we will be leaving now unless you want to fight.

“Very well, Master. If I must fight I will. Perhaps a few broken bones will make you stop all this nonsense. While you recover, you were will be rescued and I’ll finally have my bounty.” HK-50 said.

“Everybody run!” Andria shouted as she took a precise shot from her blaster to the droid’s vocabulator. We ran like the wind shooting back wildly as the droid exploded saying, “Systems failing, Master.” We reached the Republic ship and the way to the Peragus Mining Station is closed off. The ship had bad lighting, reek of dead bodies, I feel like someone or something is watching me.

Kreia took a look around. “Something is wrong…I sense no one onboard.

I must have been irritated. “‘You sense no one on board’? Sense any assassin droids creeping up behind us like last time?” I said angrily.

Kreia ignored me and was talking more to Andria than me. “Everyone here has been slain, yet there are few signs of combat, no carbon scoring, no blaster fire. This place has been hit by assassins of a different sort.”

“Then what are we doing on this ship? We were better off in the facility. You two are supposed to be Jedi? You two are the worst Jedi I’ve ever met!”

Against all odds, Andria seems to be at peace, “Calm down, Rand – we need a plan instead of bickering. I think we could enter through the fuel pipe line leading to the hanger and to the Ebon Hawk.”

“Look, I don’t mean to cast another shadow on this, but even if you could reach the ship you came in on, it wouldn’t matter. We’ll need the orbital drift charts to clear the Peragus asteriod, unless you want the shortest flight ever recorded.”

“Alright then,” She said smoothing back her hair. “So what we have to do is head to the bridge, download the drift charts, and make way to the hanger. Anyone have a problem with the plan?”

“Well, the only problem I see is getting to the hanger and that’s about it.” I said thoughtfully.

We finally got to the bridge and downloaded the orbital drift charts for Telos onto a blank datapad. It seems nobody wants us to escape because there were Sith Assassins using stealth generators sneaking up behind us. I have a bad feeling about this. Then later a man who looked like he sleeps with viborblades – he is blind in one eye and cut up in several places walked toward us. He wielded a red single-bladed lightsaber so I guess he is a Sith Lord. When Kreia saw him, she brandished out a viborblade, “This battle is mine alone – I am not weak.”

“Wait, Kreia,” Andria placed a hand on her shoulder. “You don’t have to prove yourself by doing this. You can’t go head to head with a viborblade with a lightsaber. That’s impossible.”

Kreia shrugged the hand off. “He can not attack what he can’t see. You two run. I will join you shortly.” She charged at the Sith Lord and they were out of sight.

“Come on,” I urged shaking Andria back to her senses.

” You’re right, Rand,” She said. “Follow me.” We began to run.

“Call me Atton, babe,” I said. “I rather prefer that than Rand. I thought we covered that already.”

“Alright, Atton. Just only showing respect and please don’t call me babe. I’m Andria remember?”

Andria’s plan fitted well. We ended up at the fuel pipe. I told her, “We are going through pipe line to the hanger? Now that’s crazy. I have really have a bad feeling about this.”

“Come on, Atton. I need you to trust me.” She said grabbing hold of my hand.

“Alright, don’t tell me I didn’t warn ya.”

Then right at that moment, Andria turned very pale, let go of my hand, and fell to her knees. She fell with a thump on the metal floor. I heard a sicking noise as her knee cap broke. She began to scream so loud that glass from the lights above us shattered all around us. I got to my knees too and held her if only to calm her down. I think her scream could’ve have damaged my eardrums. I tried to protect her from the sharp glass with my own body. The pain is only slightly compared to hers. What the hell is going on? How could I help her? “Damn it, hold on! It’s only a little farther; don’t give up on me now!” I yelled.

More glass continued to break and fall off the walls. Andria stopped screaming and fell limp in my arms. She spoke so softly and faintly I had to lower my ear to her mouth to hear what she was saying, “My hand. Oh, my hand. It feels as though my hand was cut off. Where is it? Is my hand okay?”

“What are you talking about, babe? There’s nothing wrong with your hand, see?” I grabbed her hand and held it in front of her. Her eyes fluttered open and she put her hand on my cheek. ”Atton, oh Atton. I’m so sorry for screaming. I should have controlled the Force better. You tried to protect me and I hurt you.” She pulled back her hand and saw my blood. “Oh no, you’re bleeding.”

“Don’t worry about it, Andria. See it’s nothing serious, just a few scrapes here and there. I’ll survive. All it matters now is that you are okay.” I put her hand to my lips. “Here, do you want me to carry you or can you walk?”

“It’s okay. Just help me stand up, Atton,” Andria struggled to stand up but fell to her knees again. So she did hurt herself more than I thought. She still looked weak and pale. 

“No way. No deal, babe,” I protested. “Looks like I’ll carry you myself.” I turned around and bent down for Andria to get on my back. “Get on my back and put your arms around my neck, I’m giving you a piggyback ride.” I helped her get on my back and stood up. She is lighter than a feather. I started to walk over the broken shards of glass.

“Atton, thank you for doing this for me. Even for what I’ve done to you,” Andria whispered in my ear. “I owe you big time, handsome.” She kissed my cheek. “I always knew you are a good person.”

“Hey, thanks but I just a guy helping out a damsel in distress,” I grinned. I just hope she find out my secret anytime soon. I would hate it if she thought less of me. ”What was that about? You keep on talking about your hand though it’s still there.”

“I not sure,” Andria pondered out loud. “If I’m not hurt then… It’s Kreia! Kreia is in pain and I felt it! But she is still alive. Our lives must be bonded!”

” Huh, how do you know that? I asked.

“I just do.”

I don’t what she meant by that. Must be the Force bond thing between Master and Apprentice. But I don’t think Kreia is Andria’s Master and Andria is Kreia’s Apprentice. ”Look if she’s in pain then that pain is buying us time we need to escape. Considering sleeps-with-viborblades is done playing with her and starts using us for practice next.”  

There was a pregnant silence between us for a while. Andria must still worry for Kreia. I broke the silence and began talking to her. “Hey babe, I sorry I stared at your chest, insulted you, and questioned your life as a Jedi.”

“Don’t apologize, Atton,” Andria said. “I believed I pretty much deserved it. I guess I shouldn’t have snapped back at you. It’s just that my life before as a Jedi was kinda… harsh and difficult.” Then she giggled. ”You know what?”

“What?”

“I think I’m starting to like you, Atton Rand.” 

I was getting drawn to the scent of her hair which is making me drunk and dizzy. “I think I like you too, Andria Trelyve.”

We heard grinding noise moving toward us in the dark tunnel. “Atton put me down.” Andria ordered.

“No, I won’t,” I said. ”I’m not sure if you could even walk right now. It wouldn’t help if you keep on fighting injured.”

“I’m using the Force to relieve some of the pain in my knee cap. Don’t worry, I sense this is a friend not a enemy.”

I let her down from my back. She took a couple of steps and wobbled a little. I told her to lean on me but she rejected it. Then she walked a bit more smoothly. It seems color returned to her face and her strength has recovered. Andria took out a plasma torch and held it up. The tunnel had a bit more light and this small droid wheeled out of nowhere. I began to pull out my blaster out of its holster. Andria put her hand on my arm. “No, there’s no need to be hostile. This is the droid T3-M4.”

“But droids can’t be trusted,” I said still gripping my hold on the blaster. I looked down at T3. “Any tricks droid and I will send you to the scrap heap.”

“Atton, T3 wouldn’t do anything unexpected,” She gestured to it. “You might as well thank him right now. Without him, we wouldn’t have made it this far.”

She bent down to make eye contact with the droid and embraced it. “Oh, I hope you were hurt too badly little T3.” The droid beeped. “Don’t blame yourself without you we’ll still be in the administration level. Are you able to travel, little guy?” The droid beeped negative. “Here let me take a look at you. Well, looks you have been through a lot during the years but you look good to me. I can’t do anything here unless I have some tools.”

“Why do you treat a droid as though it’s a child? What’s even more of a mystery is how you could even understand what’s it saying? All it’s saying is ‘deet’ and ‘deet-deets’.” I asked.

“Because he is so cute and I spent a lot of time of comfort with droids than people for a while and learned their language. So that makes you the first man I met in five years.” Andria said.

“So you think the droid is cuter than me? What does it have what I don’t have anyhow?”

T3 beeped out loud. “Well, well, well looks like Atton is jealous of a droid.” She stood up and ran her hand on my chest. “Your worries are unfounded. I said I like you. By the way, T3 doesn’t apperciate being called a ‘it’. He’s a he. Droids have feelings too, you know.”

We finally reached the hanger. There is the ship the Ebon Hawk standing before us. It doesn’t look like much but it’ll do besides I see no other ship we could use. Sith troopers stayed stationed guarding it. T3 stayed outside in the safety of the loading ramp and shot wildly at the Sith. We ran into the ramp and took my place at the cockpit. I yelled, “Quick, we need some time to fire up the engines. Time to give the turborlaser a workout.”

The Sith fired at the Hawk but failed to stop us. The laser took them down as easily as a flyswatter with a fly. Outside the window I saw Andria escorting Kreia to the Ebon Hawk. Kreia lost her hand and Andria was trying to stop the bleeding under the blaster fire. I wished we could’ve left her here – there’s something very dark about her I don’t like. When everyone arrived in the cockpit, I began to turn on the engines on. I piloted us out of that mess while they still shoot at us. Which was unfortunate for us, because the Republic warship chased after us.

“If they hit us, we’re dead. If they keep missing us, we’re dead. That’s great odds.” I said.

T3 chirped annoyed at what’s going on.

“Someone shut that trash compacter up!”

“Look, Atton can you fly this ship or not?” Andria asked.

“I’m doing all I can but that’s not enough. What did you do to make these guys mad? Either they hit us and we die or they hit an asteriod and make the field go supernova. And we couldn’t go into hyperspace or we will go in pieces. If we cleared the field, they’ll get a good shot at us.” I explained.

“Fire on one of the asteroids, maybe we’ll get to escape and the explosion will kill them.” Andria said.

“Hold on! This will be a little rocky!” I said.

I fired on a asteroid causing it to explode and blowing up Peragus. When we got into hyperspace, I put the ship in autopilot and stood up from my seat. “Can any of you tell me what’s going on here? Because between assassins and a Sith Lord who sleeps with viborblades – I was better off in my cell!” Nobody gave me an exact answer and went on talking about the Sith and Jedi - which were starting to get me sleepy-eyed with their boring rants. When the droid said he repaired this ship, I said to get back to work. Finally Andria and Kreia are done talking and Kreia retired to the port starboard cabins to meditate.

“Not that I care and all. But I think you should check on our passenger. I bet she couldn’t stand the pain streaming off her hand. Besides there nothing else to do until we get to Telos.” I said. Normally I would go to Nar Shaddaa if the navigation charts weren’t set to Telos.

When Andria returned, I asked her, “How’s our passenger? Is she still aging.” 

She sat in the co-pilot seat. “Cryptic as always.”

“What a surpise. Just so you Jedi know the whole cryptic rotutine isn’t all that, it’s annoying. If you really know the future, you should be at the Pazaak table.”

“But to know the future, one must know yourself.” She said.

“What was that a joke? That’s what I been talking about - Jedi Talk. You two should start your own little Jedi Academy together.”

“But to teach, one must be willing to learn,” She said as in trying to annoy me. She covered her mouth to muffle up her laughter. Well, it worked.

“Alright! Cut it out! I get… I get it!” I groaned heavily as I leaned back in my chair. “Last Jedi in the galaxy and I get the one who runs around in her underwear. Not that I’m complaining mind you. I rather be stuck in a escape pod for a year with you than that hag who thinks she’s Queen of the Universe.”

“Atton, ease off the insults,” Andria said angrily. “Kreia was wounded helping us escape you know.”

“Whoa, hey! It’s not like it was my fault! I didn’t tell her to stay behind and get her hand chopped off! I appreciate what she did for us and all but she could ease off the insults herself.”

“Never mind that now. I wanted to check on you.” She said.

I stood up and turned to her face. “Oh, does the Jedi want to know what a real man looks inside and out or does she want a man who will sweep her off her feet.” I teased.

“What! You must be imagining things,” She turned away from me probably blushing. “I wanted to know if you need to head to the med bay so I can clean up your cuts.”

I touched my face. “The blood dried up, sweetheart. You don’t have to be concerned.”

“Not that,” She said turning around. “You need to clean up  so people wouldn’t think you’re a serial killer. Also you could use a shower, you look a bit… scruffy for anyone’s taste.”

“Alright then, but first I want to make sure your knee’s okay,” I said bending down to my knees and lifting Andria in my arms and hung her over my shoulder.

“Put me down right now! I can walk myself thank you very much,” Andria protested as she pounded on my back. “You better not be getting any funny ideas, Atton!”

“Aww, and I thought we had a moment back on Peragus, babe. Also you didn’t complain the first time I gave you a lift,” I laughed. “You know when. You said you like me and thought I was handsome.”

“Uh… I have no idea what you are talking about. You must have been dreaming flyboy,” Andria said blushing. “And I thought I told you to stop calling me ‘babe’!”

“Don’t lie to me, Andria. I played enough Pazaak games to tell when someone is buffing,” I smiled. “Admit it, you like it when I call you that.”

“I… I admit nothing, you scoundrel! Not even if I was very drunk!”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Don’t even think about it, Atton.”

I placed the stubborn Andria on the bed in the med bay. I seated myself on a stool in front of the bed. First I removed her boot and rolled up her pant leg to up to her thigh. She looked suspicious of what I doing but allowed it. Then I touched her knee gently.

“Ow! That hurts! Do you even have any practice with medical attention?” She exclaimed.

“More or less. I am learning now.”

Andria thought about that for a minute and started to scream. “Help me someone! Anyone! Atton is trying to use me as a lab rat! Help!” She tried to get up but I restained her.

So much for the calm and peace of a Jedi. I sighed deeply as she continued to shout for help. I wanted to knock her out cold but instead I grabbed a clean rag from the drawers and stuffed it in Andria’s mouth. Her cries of help are now muffled and jammed. “Finally now I can get back to work without any distractions.”

T3 beeped at me questionly. He must have seen what was going on while he was repairing the ship. I turned around to face the droid. “Nothing to see here move along. Just me trying to help a crazed Jedi woman.” I waved my hand. “You can get back to work now.”

T3 beeped again. “No, that’s not neccessary, T3. I don’t need your help – I can handle it. Besides I don’t think drugs could calm down a Jedi. Only time can. Thanks anyway.” The droid wheeled off. Wait, did I just understood everything that droid said? Did I hear myself correctly? I just said ‘Thanks’. I guess I’m getting soft and understanding what droids are saying ever since I met Andria.

I turned back to Andria. She has calmed down and is looking at me with great annoyance. “Are you going to stay quiet now, babe?” I asked. She nodded and I took the gag out of her mouth. “Now,” I said taking out a kolto bandage. “I’ll wrap this bandage around your knee and hand you some pain killers.” The bandage will heal her knee cap by cooling down the pain and slowly setting the bone into place. I handed her some pills and water; she downed it gratefully.”You have some questions to ask me?” Andria asked.

“How do you know that? You went inside my head with your Force powers?” I asked appalled.

“No, it’s that look on your face. Go ahead and ask and I’ll clean your face.” She said grabbing a kolto aid.

“What was your life back then? Where is your lightsaber? Why were you exiled?” I blurted out.

“Close your eyes, this is going to hurt a little,” She placed kolto on my face. I felt her cool fingertips touch my face. She began to tell me her story. Her story is a sad tale beginning as a child who had been taken from her family and brought up as Jedi on Dantooine who always cried in corners for her limited abilities in the Force. She had a poor master who was hardly around so later became an assistant to the scholarly archives led by Jedi Master Atris. When the call of the Mandalorian Wars appeared live, she was one of the first to fight alongside many others. Two years later, she went before the Jedi Council and was exiled. Her green single bladed lightsaber was taken away and left behind. 

“It has been seven years since the Council’s judgment. I made a lot of mistakes in life and hope I don’t repeat them ever again,” Andria said sadly.  “I regret for the deaths I caused… the lives that have fallen before my lightsaber. I do not want to think about it anymore and wandered around the galaxy for a while until I met you, Kreia, and T3-M4.” She stopped putting kolto on my face. “There. Done. You have a few minor scars but they’ll fade in time.”

I don’t know what came over me. I touched Andria’s face with my hand. Oh, how I longed to do that. I pulled her closer to me and held her close. “Andria, you will never be alone ever again. That I promise you.” Too bad she fell asleep in my arms. She must have exhausted her strength but I don’t think she’ll remember this moment. I hope she does.

I lay her down on the bed and pulled the sheets over her. She looked peaceful in her sleep as though she got something off of her chest at last. She seems to have this bright glow surrounding her but only at the corner of my eye. Just by looking at her, inspires me to try my best. I should tell her that when she wakes up. I want to let her know what I think of her. I left the med bay to the refresher to shower. Then I headed to the cockpit where I took out my Pazaak deck again and started playing during the hyperspace course to Telos. I have feeling though, the trip to Telos wouldn’t be the last of my adventures.   

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

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