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01.05.2013 , 11:34 PM |
Prompt – Alternative Perspectives/What if?
Featuring Minalde and Randall No story spoilers.
What if Minalde and Randall never made it to Tython?
This is how it did happen
This is the What if
The ambush was perfectly set up. The passenger ship emerged from hyperspace and was immediately attacked by the pirate's ship.
The Jedi escorting the younglings assessed the situation and began to put them into escape pods for what he hoped was their safety. Chaos reigned as passengers panicked, pushing their way into any pod around. Crew members, frantically trying to remember their drills locked the doors and launched the pods without checking them.
The escape pod was launched with just me and one other person inside. I was thrown back into the wall as the pod hurtled away from the ship. The girl was a little more prepared and had strapped into a seat right away. The pod then jerked in the opposite direction and I slid back across the pod, practically into her lap. Her eyes widened but she grabbed onto to me to stabilize me and keep me from falling again. For a moment all I could think was, her eyes are green. I realized she was saying something to me.
“Whats going on?” she whispered to me, her voice calm, though I could sense her concern. I was surprised that I actually wasn't sensing any fear from her.
“I think we are caught in a tractor beam” I whispered back. I wasn't quite sure why we were whispering but it just felt right.
The pod had stabilized enough that I moved into the seat next to her. There was no way of knowing who was pulling us in. I wish I had anything, a vibroblade, even just a knife, but the Jedi who was taking our group to Tython insisted we didn't need weapons. Everyday during our journey he had repeated the Jedi code to us, over and over and over.
There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no death, there is the Force
I wanted to learn how to control these abilities and he had given us some training, but it frustrated me that the Jedi didn't seem to realize that the Universe was not a peaceful place. I understood that to protect those weaker, to help make the universe a better place, there were those who had to step up and do the distasteful things. There is idealism and there is practicality. I am practical. I will make the Universe a better place with my abilities and I am not afraid of the shadows. I will not fall to the Dark side. I am ready for whatever is next.
I have been groomed to be a Jedi ever since I was found as a small child to be force sensitive. The Jedi code was the framework my life was build upon. I had no choice, it drilled into to me that it was my privilege to serve as a Jedi. I am okay with that. My skills lay in empathy and healing, though I also was taught the basic combat arts. Not my favorite part though.
Now I've been summoned to Tython to complete my training and do my trials. The trip had been pretty uneventful until this last hyper-jump.
It was the overwhelming sense of panic that hit me,even before the shots that rocked the ship that roused me from my studies. I had been trying to take in everything our Jedi escort Betkis was teaching while gather this group of padawans.
“Quickly! You're the last. Please, get to your escape pod. I am afraid the ship may be boarded or worse.” Betkis' voice was hoarse with worry.
“But Master, I can help” I shouted over the sound of the klaxons.
“No, no. I must see you safely off the ship” Betkis practically picked me up as he ushered me to the nearest escape pod. He pushed me through the door and sealed it shut behind me. There was only one other person in the pod. I remembered him from our group. Randall,cute, but a bit arrogant. He looked towards the door with a faint frown on his face. I slid into the first seat by the door and strapped myself in, just in time, as the pod launched with a jolt.
He was unprepared and was thrown against the wall. Then another jerk of the pod send him flying towards me. I grabbed his arm to keep him from getting hurt and the momentum spun him up against me.
I found myself lost in his blue eyes for a moment. Shaking my head, to get my mind back on track I realized that something wasn't right.
“What was that?” I whispered to him
“I think we are caught in a tractor beam” he replied softly.
I whispered “I have a bad feeling about this”
The pod landed with a thud. Minalde could only sense smugness and triumph. Randall prepared to attack with his bare hands and what force powers he had. The door cracked open and gas flooded the pod. They didn't stand a chance.
I woke groggy and very very angry. I felt a cool hand against my head and a light trickle of Force healing.
“Its me, Minalde. Shhh. We were captured by slavers. I don't see Master Betkis or any of the other padawans. There are a lot of the passengers though.”
I tempered my anger, and took a deep breath. I knew it was not my destiny to be a slave. A calmness washed over me. I felt I was ready to deal with anything. I knew I would survive what was to come.
I pushed myself to a sitting position just in time to see a Nikto pick Minalde up and took her to where the other females were being ushered out.
The odd sense of despair I felt caught me by surprise but before I could say anything,she was gone.
I was glad when Randall stirred and opened his eyes. It was a dire situation. Fortunately we seemed to be the only Force sensitives there. Many of the other passengers were with us but no one seemed seriously injured, just frightened.
I whispered to Randall our situation, I felt his anger flare and die, replaced by a deep coldness that made me shiver. Before he could respond I felt myself being lifted up and carried away.
My dream of being a Jedi died that day. I would be a slave.
*Rissa (60 Sorc) * Cielle (55 Merc)* Irrissa (55 Op) Ko'neko (55 Mara)
*Minalde (60 Sage)* Aubrei (60 Scound)* Cleindori (55 Sent) Rosaleen (55 Com)
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