A Drop of Force
Chapter 4: Gaining Velocity
I own not those situations I borrow from Disney Properties, Lucas, Mechalich or Thomas Benjamin DeMayo. This is a dramatization from my mind on a character created from the meld of table gaming and so on. Special thanks to ideas Drew Karpyshyn and Tim Lebbon fermented. Special thanks to Morihei Ushiba who formed Petre with his wisdom. Like any mind construct this is an exercise and my own work building on other ideas from the past.
This is a Zeison Sha story, set in what is known as the Star Wars EU.
Yanibar
Original Colony, South Polar Continent
Tahanan Clan
4 BBA
I am never alone, for the Force is with me
I am never defenseless for the Force is my shield
I am never ignorant for the Force guides me to knowledge
I am never helpless for the Force is my tool
Jahn piloted the skip loader relying on the Force and the strength emanating from Jannma.
Jahn, this is not the direct route. She said telepathically as she felt them swinging wide around the storm's vortex.
I am making for the well entrance before it closes. The Main is drifted over. She heard in her head.
How would you know?
Padre.
At that Jannma concentrated on aiding Jahn pilot the skip as he appeared to be near exhaustion, merely letting him sense and pilot. She began a meditation to invigorate and bolster him while she aided his senses. Jannma still felt his strength ebbing as the events of his long day flowed from him in his exhaustion. The Force dream painting he made telling him and his father what would need to be done today played into her mind. Followed by the pair executing the plan together at the farm and with the fodder, she then saw the flight path and the well entrance to the settlement. As the various futures played out she saw they were either just going to make it or the drift above closed and covered them in an avalanche.
She turned to him as it played out and saw a change in the futures when Jahn abruptly changed course and she had to leave the dream to concentrate on only keeping them stable as he used wind surfing techniques with the skip heading on a beeline across the edge. Near the slope a downdraft hit as Jahn pushed the throttles past max and they plowed a furrow into the entrance making it inside just before the drift let go closing the access behind them and the skip loader came to a grinding stop just before Petre and his outstretched hand stopping them.
"Thank Pah..dre…" Jahn said as collapsed on the controls, completely spent. Ti'na well apprentice Min'a held Petre up as he obviously was as spent as his son. Dean walked over to Jahn and looked with a nod at the tired Jannma.
"Are you ok?" he asked her.
"I think I need to rest, its nasty out there." She said exhaling after the hard mission.
"You need to go rest." Petre stated to her "Elder Vasca has been informed and you are off duty." then Petre looked at her "Did Ni'ko's wound look bad?"
"Dar'n is a decent albulyaro, and once they break atmo, Rais will work on his brother I am sure." Jannma said with certainty "But I need a word with Jahn when he wakes."
"Go rest Sabio." Petre said as he turned to leave leaning on Min'a before he felt the thought and disapproval from Jannma.
Mentor Petre, you are not going to have Jahn sleep in the well are you? For he may sleep in my pamilia.
Relax, Sabio Jannma, Sabio Jahn sleeps where he wishes when it is his choice. Right now is not that time. Jannma felt Petre's amusement at her sentiment. Relax and rest Sabio.
Jannma walked to her pamilia abode, cut into the phrik ore bearing deposit that their ancestors landed on one summer long ago, to rest thinking about what Jahn had said to her. She entered an empty abode, what with her madre's death last summer and all of her family like her sisters, now with their own pamilias and her living brothers fighting in the Diskblade Alliance.
She thought fondly, flattered … he said "asawa ko". In their culture this meant "soul mate" and with Ni'ko to be an "arranged spouse" or kaslonon, this could be a situation unseen in many years, decades even. Yanab held women as the base and leaders of the culture they were also, to preserve the population and encourage births, they were not bound to one mate. Her mom was a prime example, having traveled to other clans merely to return to give birth because of the dearth of males here and to provide biological diversity. This was accepted as normal.
She went to the refresher and disrobed to give herself a cloth bath as her bantha/berberoka winter armor was soaked to the linens inside. Normally, Zeison Sha used the Force to keep them warm and dry but the storm howling out there and the need of the alliance meant the adepts were counted on to deliver, thus all their energy was focused on returning safe and trusting in the gear 4000 years of crafting had produced. She washed herself down and her linens before dressing in her clean training Gi to do her katas, easing her mind before she rested.
She flowed through her stances before her butterfly knives and diskblade flew to her so she could practice her combat drills. In her mind standing in the common, she was reliving the voorcat attack. Then she envisioned a desperate battle with storm troopers and slavers threatening the Kalat Arm. Their fight was for freedom from the structured rigidity and servitude of the Empire, "follow our order or be a slave or die". This brought stories and holovids even to remote Yanibar. Some of the "forced compliance" and "peace restoration" actions the Empire had taken were obscene and brutal. She finished her katas having slayed all of her enemies before taking her meal of the mushrooms, nuts and grain that were a staple in the settlement. She finished eating in silence and thought.
She missed her mom not with longing or loss but for the wisdom she may be able to give now. To Ni'ko, she sent a soothing-healing meditation his way as she looked over at his empty bunk in Sanjaa's old room next to hers. The other room next to hers, Der'n and the rest of the boys had left summers before. Tonight though instead of sleeping on her cot she would spend at her mom's bower. The woman who birthed her had not Force sensitivity but her children all had in some measure. Not for the first time she wondered, Sanjaa, Dar'n and herself were all given their own rooms by attrition or carved into the rock upon their birth as hers was. Just another mystery her mother left not an answer for.
This pamilia represented much of what had happened to Tahanan, the people were running thin against the Imperial hoard. Before she lay down she looked at the gem salvaged from somewhere nearby by Jahn that he gave Darna at three. She could almost feel the cyclonic swirl he emitted in the Force emanating from it. She smiled and surrendered to the restful meditation of restorative peace Zeison Sha were taught as soon as they could understand.
Tahanan is in a lull, but it will grow again She felt as she surrendered her spirit to the Force's ministrations.