Five Words
The sky was dark as they loaded the last of their resupply onto the Ebon Hawk. The threat of rain rumbled overhead. Kreia was already on board, probably meditating in the starboard quarters. Bao-Dur and Mical each heaved a box and carried it on. T3 rolled up the ramp as thunder growled in the distance. Atton stopped before boarding and looked back, waiting for Khara.
Master Vrook approached her through the haze of the coming storm. He put his hand on her shoulder. "I may have misjudged you," he said. And then he turned around and left as quickly and quietly as he'd come.
Khara's lips formed the tiniest hint of a smile when she met his eyes. They were just five words, noncommittal and spoken without emotion, but they were enough. Atton reached out to her and she came. He readjusted the heavy sack slung over his shoulder as she boarded. He followed her and the door sealed closed behind them. That day, there had been a great victory for the people of Dantooine, and a small one for an ex-Jedi.