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Sorry I took so long on getting this part up here it is. As always R+R
Enjoy
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Austen was tempted to start banging her head of the wall. She felt as if she
was slowly going mad and been in a Jedi institution wasn't helping her any.
They had stopped giving her sedatives much to her relief but her sleep was
haunted. Every time she closed her eyes, every time she blinked, she saw what
happened over and over and over again.
Escape, for the moment wasn't an option again.
She sighed loudly as yet another one of them entered.
"When are you going to understand that I just don't like you?" She asked.
Kyp grimaced, "Actually I know that already."
Austen slowly smirked. "Right, yea, you're the one who I, she paused, do you
want to be reminded?"
Kyp glared at her. "Look I don't like it much that you are here but while you
are I'm going to help you anyway I can."
Austen avoided his gaze and pushed herself up more firmly in the bed. "Why?"
"Because I'm a Jedi."
Austen snorted. That had to be one of the worst lines she had ever heard.
"Look, it would better for all of you just to let me go. If you keep me here, I'm not going to be the most amiable of patients."
Kyp shook his head, he had heard everything that had happened to her but he
still could not understand it. How where she came from there was not one
single good Jedi? How they were all so obsessed with power and fear.
"Because fear in my home controls everything."
Austen slammed her head back against the headboard in anger. She didn't know
how to put into words what it was like.
Kyp looked up sharply. He hadn't spoken out loud but yet, she had answered
what he was thinking. He wanted to tell her that she was force sensitive but
yet it didn't feel that now was the right time.
He stood up to go, "When you are feeling better I was going to show you
around Yavin 4."
Austen raised her eyebrow, "Don't trust me because I don't trust you."
"Don't worry I wont."
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After a few days, Austen was sick of Yavin. They were polite to her and nice
but that wasn't what she was accustomed to. Though she found it strange not
having to be alert the whole time, not been afraid of been attacked. She had
met Han and had warmed to him but she knew that was because he wasn't a Jedi
and he didn't try to be friendly to her.
They had gradually let her gain a bit more freedom; she could now venture
outside the medical bay, under guard of course. Personally she thought that
was stupid, back home, they would never have let their prisoners wander free, that was asking for trouble.
She grimaced as she saw Luke Skywalker approach. They never seemed to leave her alone and it was driving her insane.
"Therese, we need to talk," He stated.
The look on her face suggested that that was the last thing she wanted to do. They walked on in silence for a moment until Luke found somewhere they could talk in private.
Austen crossed her arms defensively and looked him straight in the face.
"Therese there is something about you that you need to know."
Austen gave him a look, "Go ahead I'm listening." Hopefully it's that I'm only stuck on this stupid planet for a few more days.
"You're force sensitive."
Austen smiled but it was a cold smile. Luke felt a shiver go down his back. Her stance had become even more defensive and something told him it might have been better not to tell her.
She turned her face from him and when she looked back up the pure vicious and venom in her eyes disturbed him.
"You shouldn't play games like that." She said icily.
"Therese I'm telling you the truth."
Her whole body tensed and she clenched and unclenched her fists. "I'm not a Jedi."
"No but you have the potential -"
Austen cut him off before he could say anything further. "Understand this, I'm not and I never will be, okay?"
"Therese please," Luke reached out to her and put his hand on her shoulder but she flung it away from her.
She clenched her fists again and walked away from Luke resisting the urge to hit him.
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As soon as she was out of his sight she slammed her fist into the nearest wall. This couldn't be happening, this wasn't happening, it was all a dream and she would wake up. She would still be on Cambrea, Bronte would still be alive and she would still be a patrol officer. Not bunged up on some Jedi planet.
She slumped to the ground just as her mind distantly registered pain from what she did to her hands she knew she wasn't dreaming. That every last breath, every thing that happened was real.
She knew she had grown up in the vicinity of the Sanctuary and they had pushed her to become an officer but that didn't make her Jedi. The descendants always told people if they were Jedi or not and they never told her, never even hinted at the fact. Or maybe, she thought bitterly, I was too blind to see it.
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Luke shook his head, that hadn't gone well. He hadn't expected her to take it so bad. But when he thought over it perhaps when 'Jedi' are trying to kill you, you don't act pleased when you find out you have the potential to be one.
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Sakhalin was pleased the rift was opening for the second time in three days time. They had discovered where it would open, judging from the enormous power surges that would keep radiating from it.
He hoped that capturing Austen alive would lead to the destruction of the Sanctuary; it was becoming more of a problem each passing day. Not only were they taking force sensitive children, they were training them. Presently they could handle it but in the future it could become a real problem.
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Mara had felt shock and anger radiating through the force and instinctively went to find Luke. Instead she found Austen sitting on the ground, holding a bleeding hand.
Austen didn't acknowledge her presence but that didn't bother Mara, she rarely acknowledged any of them. Choosing to ignore the people who were trying to help her.
She squatted down beside Austen. "Anything I can do to help?"
Austen shook her head and stared blankly in front of her. "It's too late, she whispered hoarsely, too late."
"For what?"
Austen sighed, "For me, my home, my friends. There is nothing we can do to stop them."
Mara had a strong feeling this wasn't what had originally upset her and knitted her brows in confusion.
Austen could tell she was confused without even looking at her. So she attempted to explain. "When I was little I believed that the good guys always won and there was a little bit of goodness in everyone. Since then, I've learnt otherwise. I'm not even a good person."
"Why do you say that?" Mara prompted her.
"Because there's no such thing. Only ever the lesser of two evils." Austen turned to Mara, "perhaps it's different here but back home it isn't."
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Sorry it's so short. I'm sorry. The dark Jedi will be coming soon to a post near you.
Sorry I took so long on getting this part up here it is. As always R+R
Enjoy
*********************************************
Austen was tempted to start banging her head of the wall. She felt as if she
was slowly going mad and been in a Jedi institution wasn't helping her any.
They had stopped giving her sedatives much to her relief but her sleep was
haunted. Every time she closed her eyes, every time she blinked, she saw what
happened over and over and over again.
Escape, for the moment wasn't an option again.
She sighed loudly as yet another one of them entered.
"When are you going to understand that I just don't like you?" She asked.
Kyp grimaced, "Actually I know that already."
Austen slowly smirked. "Right, yea, you're the one who I, she paused, do you
want to be reminded?"
Kyp glared at her. "Look I don't like it much that you are here but while you
are I'm going to help you anyway I can."
Austen avoided his gaze and pushed herself up more firmly in the bed. "Why?"
"Because I'm a Jedi."
Austen snorted. That had to be one of the worst lines she had ever heard.
"Look, it would better for all of you just to let me go. If you keep me here, I'm not going to be the most amiable of patients."
Kyp shook his head, he had heard everything that had happened to her but he
still could not understand it. How where she came from there was not one
single good Jedi? How they were all so obsessed with power and fear.
"Because fear in my home controls everything."
Austen slammed her head back against the headboard in anger. She didn't know
how to put into words what it was like.
Kyp looked up sharply. He hadn't spoken out loud but yet, she had answered
what he was thinking. He wanted to tell her that she was force sensitive but
yet it didn't feel that now was the right time.
He stood up to go, "When you are feeling better I was going to show you
around Yavin 4."
Austen raised her eyebrow, "Don't trust me because I don't trust you."
"Don't worry I wont."
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After a few days, Austen was sick of Yavin. They were polite to her and nice
but that wasn't what she was accustomed to. Though she found it strange not
having to be alert the whole time, not been afraid of been attacked. She had
met Han and had warmed to him but she knew that was because he wasn't a Jedi
and he didn't try to be friendly to her.
They had gradually let her gain a bit more freedom; she could now venture
outside the medical bay, under guard of course. Personally she thought that
was stupid, back home, they would never have let their prisoners wander free, that was asking for trouble.
She grimaced as she saw Luke Skywalker approach. They never seemed to leave her alone and it was driving her insane.
"Therese, we need to talk," He stated.
The look on her face suggested that that was the last thing she wanted to do. They walked on in silence for a moment until Luke found somewhere they could talk in private.
Austen crossed her arms defensively and looked him straight in the face.
"Therese there is something about you that you need to know."
Austen gave him a look, "Go ahead I'm listening." Hopefully it's that I'm only stuck on this stupid planet for a few more days.
"You're force sensitive."
Austen smiled but it was a cold smile. Luke felt a shiver go down his back. Her stance had become even more defensive and something told him it might have been better not to tell her.
She turned her face from him and when she looked back up the pure vicious and venom in her eyes disturbed him.
"You shouldn't play games like that." She said icily.
"Therese I'm telling you the truth."
Her whole body tensed and she clenched and unclenched her fists. "I'm not a Jedi."
"No but you have the potential -"
Austen cut him off before he could say anything further. "Understand this, I'm not and I never will be, okay?"
"Therese please," Luke reached out to her and put his hand on her shoulder but she flung it away from her.
She clenched her fists again and walked away from Luke resisting the urge to hit him.
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As soon as she was out of his sight she slammed her fist into the nearest wall. This couldn't be happening, this wasn't happening, it was all a dream and she would wake up. She would still be on Cambrea, Bronte would still be alive and she would still be a patrol officer. Not bunged up on some Jedi planet.
She slumped to the ground just as her mind distantly registered pain from what she did to her hands she knew she wasn't dreaming. That every last breath, every thing that happened was real.
She knew she had grown up in the vicinity of the Sanctuary and they had pushed her to become an officer but that didn't make her Jedi. The descendants always told people if they were Jedi or not and they never told her, never even hinted at the fact. Or maybe, she thought bitterly, I was too blind to see it.
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Luke shook his head, that hadn't gone well. He hadn't expected her to take it so bad. But when he thought over it perhaps when 'Jedi' are trying to kill you, you don't act pleased when you find out you have the potential to be one.
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Sakhalin was pleased the rift was opening for the second time in three days time. They had discovered where it would open, judging from the enormous power surges that would keep radiating from it.
He hoped that capturing Austen alive would lead to the destruction of the Sanctuary; it was becoming more of a problem each passing day. Not only were they taking force sensitive children, they were training them. Presently they could handle it but in the future it could become a real problem.
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Mara had felt shock and anger radiating through the force and instinctively went to find Luke. Instead she found Austen sitting on the ground, holding a bleeding hand.
Austen didn't acknowledge her presence but that didn't bother Mara, she rarely acknowledged any of them. Choosing to ignore the people who were trying to help her.
She squatted down beside Austen. "Anything I can do to help?"
Austen shook her head and stared blankly in front of her. "It's too late, she whispered hoarsely, too late."
"For what?"
Austen sighed, "For me, my home, my friends. There is nothing we can do to stop them."
Mara had a strong feeling this wasn't what had originally upset her and knitted her brows in confusion.
Austen could tell she was confused without even looking at her. So she attempted to explain. "When I was little I believed that the good guys always won and there was a little bit of goodness in everyone. Since then, I've learnt otherwise. I'm not even a good person."
"Why do you say that?" Mara prompted her.
"Because there's no such thing. Only ever the lesser of two evils." Austen turned to Mara, "perhaps it's different here but back home it isn't."
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Sorry it's so short. I'm sorry. The dark Jedi will be coming soon to a post near you.