Chaela Sretep
Visions are dangerous. The future is always in motion. It is fluid. Visions told you of what may be, not what will be. Sometimes you can stop the vision and sometimes intervening will create the vision. Sometimes intervening creates something more dangerous than the vision. I know I shouldn't go against my master's wishes but I will not allow the Galaxy to fall to the Sith.
41 BBY
I ran as fast as my tired legs could carry me. Hoping, praying that I wasn't being followed. I was still reeling as to how I had come to be where I was. Running through the streets of some cesspool city, wearing nothing more than a small dress and no weapon on me. Ridiculous circumstances had led me here and I had foreseen none of it.
I finally slowed down, sensing that no one had learned of my escape. I was so cold. I sat down shivering in an alley, curled up, trying to keep from freezing to death. It was the middle of the night and the temperatures were dropping fast. I forced myself to get up. I needed some kind of shelter or clothing soon.
There, up ahead, relief. Someone was working beneath the bulkhead of their star fighter, and had left their heavy cloak on the ground a few feet away. They got up from under the ship and ran inside. I carefully snuck up and grabbed the cloak and snuck away.
Once out of sight I put the heavy cloak on my barely clad body with blessed relief. Something fell from the inner pocket onto the ground by my feet. I stooped down and picked it up. It was a lightsaber. I had stolen a lightsaber from a Jedi, the very people I was trying to help. Looking more closely at the weapon I suddenly recognized it. Flashes suddenly coursed through my mind and I grimaced in pain as the violent images followed one after another. My force-sight blazing familiar images of what was to come into my mind. Obi-Wan Kenobi's lightsaber. I berated myself for stealing the cloak and for depriving a the Jedi of his much needed weapon.
I hadn't been looking where I was going and I was suddenly confronted by three very big men. All three were humans with blasters. I hoped they wouldn't give me any trouble and put the lightsaber back into the cloak. The men took one look at me and decided that I was worth hassling.
"Well look what we've got here Tulok. Are you lost little miss?" The first man asked.
"Hey you look familiar," the second, Tulok I assumed, stepped forward and I stepped back. There wasn't much hope of me outrunning them, so I didn't try, yet.
"I don't know why, I was just on my way home," I said quietly.
"Hey Bralo, check your data pad, I'm certain that's that runway slave," the first one, Bralo whipped out his data pad and showed the other two. Busted, I thought sourly to myself.
"Hey look guys, I don't want any trouble; I just need to get to home," I tried to reason with them but they didn't look like they believed me.
One of them came a lot closer than I would have liked. I tried running then but he grabbed my arm and stopped me in my tracks. I thought about fighting back, using Obi-Wan's lightsaber but my vows strictly forbade it. I was struggling to get loose of the huge man's grip when I felt another presence enter the alley behind us
"I don't think she wants to go with you," My head whisked around to the new voice. Obi-Wan!