The silence in her quarters was the kind that felt like it was crushing your eardrums - what she would give for her music transmitter or a vid screen. That would throw the whole aesthetic right the window, though, she mused to herself. What kind of migrant farm hand would have a vid screen? The freighter trembled from hyperspace turbulence and so did the nerves in her stomach.

Unable to sit any longer, Rosh Omega stood from her bunk and gave herself a hard look in the tiny square mirror above the sink in her quarters. She looked so different and could not stop staring. Her once long light brown hair had been cropped short enough that it's natural curl had made itself apparent and many a young girl had thought her a boy. Rosh hadn't had a real meal in a week and already she could see herself thinning. Her cheeks did not hold anymore childish chub and, looking down at her thin hands, there was no softness anymore. Most of the farm hands she had started out with in the orchard on Naboo had made fun of how perfect they were.

"You better rough those up before someone starts asking questions, girl," one of the hands had joked with a disturbing amount of knowing in their eyes. Rosh had taken their warning seriously and now her rough, scarred hands could pull fruit with the best of them.

Too bad there's no fruit on Jakku.

Of all the places in the galaxy Major Tark could have sent her next, he had to choose the biggest pile of shit possible. "Your father doesn't want to have any idea where you could be," he had said as they went through the motions of a supply sale they had set up months prior in the tiny Naboo market. "He feels you will be in less danger this way."

"Isn't it dangerous that you'll know," Rosh had pretended to be comparing the two different types of apples in her hands as she spoke.

Tark took both of the apples to put into his sack. "What are you implying, my dear?" It was calm, but Rosh had sensed the venom just below the surface.

"Nothing. I just think it'd be wise to let me go my own way from here."

"Perhaps if we felt we could trust you," Tark murmured, thrusting the money into her hands. "Safe travels," he called as he disappeared into the crowd without another word.

Rosh knew her father could not trust her, but she would never trust him again either. Not after what she had seen. She became aware of how hard she was gripping the sides of the sink and ran a hand through her curls. Why did she get on this awful freight to go to this dump of a planet?

Because it felt right.

Rosh felt a thickening of her resolve. At a younger age she had learned how valuable her instincts were. Her old fencing instructor had often began practice with long meditations - he had taught her how to breathe and feel a situation without allowing emotion to influence instructor had not lasted long - Rosh never even knew what happened to him. Even his name was a mystery to her as he had insisted she only call him Instructor, but she would have never survived the last year without his teachings.

The freighter bucked again. Rosh took a seat and cleared her mind to ease her nerves. She inhaled deeply and began to imagine a large field of wheat being moved gently by a breeze. Slowly she began to become unaware of the tiny cabin she inhabited. The wheat field slowly dissipated and a new scene began to emerge.

She was in a vast desert. She had never seen so much brown. A stone's throw ahead of her was a giant overturned, rusting machine with four legs. From the belly of the beast, what appeared to be a teenaged girl crawled out with a long staff. Rosh stepped forward to say, "Hello." It would have been rather creepy for the girl just to have a stranger staring at her silently, Rosh felt. But, when she opened her mouth nothing came out and suddenly her legs seemed glued to the ground.

The girl was stretching her arms with the staff across her shoulders. Rosh couldn't make out much, but she even from a distance she could tell the girl was too attractive for the scene surrounding them. At the same time, the girl's muscular build made Rosh sure she could lose a few teeth for ever saying that. For a moment the girl seemed to look right at Rosh as if she could see her standing there. The moment went as quickly as it came and the girl began walking towards a speeder.

Rosh tried moving again as the girl sped off, but instead the ground began to swallow her. Surprised at how unbothered she was, Rosh allowed herself to fall down into what appeared to be conference room. It was dusk on a different planet and shadows cast by surrounding buildings bled into the bland room. Rosh almost cried out in surprise when she became aware of a figure in the corner who seemed very much aware of her.

"What's going on," Rosh's voice was back.

The figure stepped from the shadows and Rosh felt her tension be released. It was an older woman with kind brown eyes. She looked upon Rosh like a good-natured aunt looking at her favorite niece. The older woman took a seat next to the younger and the word, "general," flashed in Rosh's mind.

"You're a general?"

The woman nodded grimly. The sadness around her was palpable. Reaching out and placing her hand on Rosh's, the general suddenly became strong and intense with her gaze.

"Find me," was all she said before Rosh felt herself being jolted back into her cabin.

"Were you doing magic," Rosh's Nautolan cabin mate, Yet, had returned. The look he on his face was a mixture awe and that look you get when you realize someone you have to share close quarters with it completely insane. Rosh could feel herself grow hot with both embarrassment and panic. She had only meant to have a moment of silence...not a... not whatever that had been.

Yet was still staring; the fear was still there, but the awe seemed to be becoming replaced with anger. All the right ingredients for trouble. Taking one last deep breath, Rosh plastered on a smile and gingerly rose from her bunk.

"Nah, I was just meditating," Rosh said in a high pitched attempt at cheerful as she exited the cabin before anymore questions could be raised by Yet. She had enough of them to deal with on her own. She felt dizzy and like every nerve in her body was throbbing with electricity. It wasn't until she was a few corridors over that she realized she hadn't a clue where she was going.