Her eyes flew open and she looked wildly about. She saw a figure leaning over her, a man, and her eyes focused on him. He had dark brown wavy hair and he seemed slightly worried. Then he spoke. "Randon, its ok. Dameon, get some help!" Who was this man talking too? Where was she? She tried to speak.
"W… w…where am I?" "In the Sith complex of course, sheesh Randon." The man muttered. Sith Complex? The words were odd and unfamiliar though…. She felt as if she should know what they were. Actually nothing seemed familiar. Was he calling her Randon? Or was he talking to someone else?
"Where?" The man now looked at her truly and deeply concerned. "My head hurts." She whispered. "Concussion?" A female voice asked. She moved her eyes searching for the voice and saw a woman with striped silver and mahogany hair. "Would you stop pushing people off things, master! And what in the galaxy is Darth Randon wearing!"
Then women cried. "He says he didn't push her, I already asked. And I don't know" A younger, girly voice said. "Mommies hurt!" A little boy voice wailed. She wished they would stop screaming. She looked about and saw many other people. She moaned and looked back at the first man. "I…get up." She mumbled. The man put a hand to her shoulder preventing her from getting up. "Just stay down for a bit longer, its ok, Randon."
He pushed her hair back. She shuddered and flinched. "Are you calling me Randon?" A younger male voice then said, "What happened to my mom, Darth Kure?" The man sighed. "I, I think she's got a total and complete memory loss. Darth Ty get the medic out of here! I can do this by myself!" "Are you sure? Cause your not really doing anything." To many different voices, her head was spinning. "Darth Ty."
The mans face wasn't on her any more so slowly she tried getting up. The man noticed and gently gripped her shoulder and guided her to her feet. She stared at him. "Who are you?" Her knees buckled and she clutched to his arm. He steadied her. "Wait, if Darth Randon lost her memory…who will watch Dameon?!" A panicky voice asked. "Don't worry Krystal. Darth Ailana and Ty will take care of him for now."
"We'll what?" The man shot a look to a man with sandy brown mused up hair. "Yes. And I think that we should just call her Randon, her full title will only confuse and maybe upset her." Her head was still spinning, and why was he answering everyone's questions but hers?! "Why don't you answer me?" She whispered hoarsely. The man sighed and slipped off his cloak and wrapped it around her.
"Randon, at the moment I'll just go as… I'm your friend. Kure." So he was Kure, and she was… Randon? "I'm Randon." "Yes." Randon seemed satisfied with that, and then finally swept her gaze over everyone present.
The man with sandy hair, the woman with Silver and mahogany hair, A bluish type person..? An older boy with black curly floppy hair, and two small children, and a little bluish type...Person. And a bit farther off was a woman with black hair, and at her side was a girl with black hair.
"What about them…?" "They live here. It's an older fortress, an estate. I'll tell you there names, but if it's too much, tell me." She nodded absently. "K, that's Ty, Ailana, Krystal, Jullian, Fenla, Dameon, not really sure..." "Cas!" "Cas, and over there is Laylosota and I think that's her servant Tesana." Everyone name but the first three left her.
"Oh" She put her hand to the side of her head. "I need to sit. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Kure put an arm around her to help her walk. "There's nothing to be sorry about, it's ok. Its fine." They found a small sitting area and he helped her sit. Then he himself sat on the floor a small distance off. Ty, Ailana, Krystal, and the little boy had followed.
The little boy came over and tugged on the cloak sleeve. "Mommy!" He cried. Mommy? She stared at him horrified. "Randon…This is your son, Dameon. He wasn't your fault. Don't worry; he is going to be taken care of be them over there." Kures finger pointed to Ty and Ailana. "My son..?" She didn't have a son! That was crazy! Ty came over and picked up the small boy, Dameon, her son?
"Come with me little man." The little boy whimpered then stretched his rams out top Ailana, who took him. Then the three of them left with Ty saying over his shoulder, "We'll be back." She watched him go, and then looked at Kure on the ground. "May… I ask you a few questions?" "Yes… what Randon?"? "How long have I known you? If I knew you-know you..." "You've known me since you were about… ten." A sad look passed his face.
Then the blue person cleared there throat. "A yes, Randon, this is Krystal, your best friend." Krystal, Randon liked the sound of it, it sounded friendly. "Hello." "Hi." Krystal said warmly. Kure was studying Randon and he finally said. "Can you still use the Force?" Krystal snorted in disgust and made a face at Kure. "That's all you can think about?"
Kure chose to ignore her. A servant came up to them with a tray full of cups of zant juice. "Darth Kure," The servant bobbed her head. "Darth Ty sent me." Kure nodded absently. "Yes, good." Kure reached his hand out, and a cup of zant juice flew off the servant's cup and into Kures hand. He got up and handed it to Randon, not a drop spilled. "I mean, can you do that?"
Randon stared at the cup in her hand in surprise, then at Kure. "I… I don't know." "Try." Kure urged. Krystal watched intrigued. Randon stared again at the cup. "I'm not sure.." "Just concentrate on the cup. Will it to move." Randon bit her lip. "I'll try." "That's all I ask." She concentrated on the cup and it lifted from her hand.
She was so surprised that she stopped thinking about the cup and it fell, zant juice splashing onto Kure. She jumped and her eyes widen. "I'm so sorry!" "No, that's ok. I'll go change." Kure stood. Randon stood as well, uncertainly. "I'll go to my room. Krystal, please take Randon to my study. I will meet you there."
Krystal nodded and took Randons arm. "Come on." Randon looked over her shoulder and watched Kure go down a different hall. Krystal tugged her arm and led her away. She hoped Kure wasn't just pretending, and was really mad at her. "You've had quiet a day, Randon." Krystal said quietly. Randon made a small, hmmm, noise. "Have I?" Krystal laughed softly.
"Yes. Ah, there's Darth Ty and Darth Ailana." Randon clutched to Krystals arm and hung tight. Krystal tried shaking her off. "Yikes, Randon, its ok. Look, up ahead in Darth Kures study.." Then she called out to Ty and Ailana. "Hey, where's Dameon?" "With your kid right now. We showed him our room- Ack! Master is so dead!"
Randon was frightened by the way Ty talked. She was also getting drowsy and was losing her bearings. Ty and Ailana met them at Kures study. "I think I should talk to Dameon, he's probably so scared." Krystal said. Ty rolled his eyes. "That kid? Don't think so." Krystal made a face at him, and led Randon into the study and to a chair.
"Could you stay here with Randon until Darth Kure gets back?" "Sure." Ailana answered before Ty could intervene. Randon was confused. Who was Darth Kure, and master? She yawned. Krystal looked down at her friend on the couch and then have her a hug. Startled, Randon just sat there. Krystal straighten then said. "Stay here with them; Darth Kure will be back in a couple minutes." Then she exited the room.
Ty and Ailana occupied a couch opposite of Randon, closer to the door. Ty was leaning forward, fiddling with his fingers; Ailana was rubbing his back gently. Ty looked up across the room at Randon. "Listen, um….I'm sorry, even though you have no idea why." Randon blinked, and then yawned. He was sorry? For what?
Just then Kure came in, glanced at Ty and Ailana, and then sat beside Randon. "Hey master." The couple said in unison." Kure winced. "Er…hi." Ty glanced at Ailana, who shrugged. "So Master, what are you going to do with Randon?" Ty asked. "Take care of her still she regains her memory." Kure answered promptly. "Master, er…" Ailana trailed off. Ty picked it up. "Master, do have an estimate on how long that will be?" Kure shook his head.
Why did they keep calling Kure master? Randon pushed her hair behind her ears, as it kept falling in her face, and she yawned. Suddenly it was quiet in the room, and Randon didn't understand why. Everyone's eyes seemed distant, and Ty was smirking. With this lull, Randons eye lids began to drop, then close. She was still barely aware of what was going on; she struggled to stay awake.
"So, KURE, it seems your girl friend is falling asleep." Ty teased. "Ty, you're hopeless." Suddenly Randon felt herself being lifted from the couch and she tried to open her eyes. She was in Kures arms being held like an infant. Her eyelids fell and her head rested against his chest.
"And where are you taking her, KURE?' Kure laughed. "Ty, you can be so ridiculous at times. I'm taking her to the adjacent room in my quarters. She can sleep there." "Hey, can't be too careful. Anywho…where are you going to sleep, KURE?" Randon felt a strong arm leave her and she wrestled her eyes open. Kure punched Ty in the shoulder; Ailana punched him on the other.
"On my sleep couch, duh!" Ty rubbed his shoulders. "Just checking, KURE. Should I ask Marina for extra surveillance in your room?" Kure whacked Ty again, as did Ailana. "No, that's ok dude." "Why do you people keep hitting me?!" Ty threw his arms in the air.
Randon closed her eyes. She was so confused and tired. "K, Kure, see you later." Randon then heard nothing.
Then what seemed like a just a couple minutes (because it was) Randon was jolted awake. The room was dim, and unfamiliar. She looked about and saw she was still in Kures arms. "Why are you holding me?" "Uh, you uh, uh, f-fell, um, you, uh...asleep." Kure stammered his face red. Randon bit her lip.
"Oh." "Yeah." Kure set her on the bed. "Just go to sleep, ok." Randon moaned and laid down. Kure pulled the blankets back a bit, and Randon moved herself to slide under them. He laid them over her and pushed her hair back.
"Good night Randon."
She was slipping away back into unconscious sleep.
Before she did though she heard,
"I love you."