Upon returning to the lounge, Kayylla and Jace discovered Davro seemingly asleep in his seat at the table. As they reached to wake him, his eyes shot open, then regarded them with a degree of amusement.
"I think I might have an answer for our problems. I want you all to come with me when I pay my respects to Captain Culley on Dantooine. He has contacted me, and is pleased that we are already en route to him." Davro focused on Kayylla. "Culley has become more powerful in the ways of The Force, and has been actively avoiding detection by the Empire. He says that the Rebellion is up against something big. There was an Imperial scout ship there about a week ago, looking into the remains of a Rebel base, but they didn't find the real outpost there. He wants me to get in touch with them and see if they need anything...." He paused, then looked to Jace. "My advice to you; join the Rebellion. If you turned yourself in, they would execute you as a deserter; either way, they would execute the rest of us as kidnappers. It seems that our only real chance would be to make it to a Rebel safehouse somewhere. And, the Rebellion could always use experienced officers who are familiar with Imperial procedure.....think you're up to it, Jace?"
"What?" Riley screeched as she stood from the table drawing everyone's attention to her. "Your Force sensitive and you didn't tell us?"
"He'll explain later." Kayylla shot back at her before Davro could say anything. "Let's deal with one question at a time."
Riley eased herself back down in her seat, willing to wait for Davro's explanation to what he had just revealed.
All eyes were now on Jace, wondering what his answer would be. He stood there, arms folded in front of him with one hand pulling at the hair on his chin. "When I had first thought about defecting, I wanted to join the Rebellion. I wondered how they would greet me once they found out I was an Imperial officer. The Empire is slowly losing power in many of the Outer Rim Systems. I guess switching sides it the best thing I can do, count me in on this. How long until we jump back in?" Jace asked Kayylla once he finished his answer.
"We'll be jumping back into real space in a few hours." She answered trying to untangle her hair with her fingers as a comb. "Why?"
But before Jace could answer Riley interrupted again. "Before we start asking questions, could someone please answer mine?" She asked looking at Davro from across the table.
"Sorry for keeping certain facts about myself concealed. A potential Jedi can't be too careful around Imperials, no Offense meant, Jace.....", Davro started. "Captain Culley is a Jedi Knight, he finished his training near the close of the Clone Wars. When the Empire began hunting down the Jedi, his former master ordered him to flee and go into hiding, to preserve the ways of the Jedi for the future. He became an unassuming trader, then turned to the Rebellion to find possible new students to teach the ways of the Force, but always in secrecy. He sensed that the Force was with me, so he took me as a Padawan learner. I was about half-trained when we parted company, so I still have much to learn. I can't send my thoughts to others across space yet, but I can hear him when he calls to me. He also taught me to use this....". Davro fishes into his pack, and from it's bottom he pulls the gleaming cylinder of a lightsaber. Activating it, a brilliant blue blade sprung to life, illuminating the lounge. "This saber belonged to Culley, he passed in on to me when he retired. Hopefully, I might be able to complete my training. I feel that I may have great need for the skills of the Jedi soon...". Davro shuts off the lightsaber and stows back in his pack. He sits back down, a pensive look upon his face. "If you have anymore questions, ask. I won't keep anything else from you."
Within a couple of hours, they dropped out of hyperspace near Dantooine. A quick scan revealed no Imperial vessels in the area. A few minutes after arriving, they received a hail on their comm.
"Attention, unidentified YT-2800 freighter. This is Lt. Jarik Fron, Wolf Squadron, Rebel Alliance. Is there a Capt. Davro Stfal aboard your vessel? Repeat, is there a Capt. Davro Stfal aboard your vessel? We have been sent by retired Capt. Beronar Culley to be on the lookout for a freighter of your type entering this system, in order to direct you to a safe landing area."
Two pairs of X-Wings soon swooped into view to either side of the freighter, their S-foils closed in a non-aggressive posture. They kept their distance from the freighter, not wanting to run the chance of colliding.
Davro went to the communications chair and returned the hail. "This is Capt. Stfal, I am aboard this vessel, Lieutenant. What's this about 'leading us in for a safe landing'."
"Sir, the main port on Dantooine is a trap. Imperial troops have taken over the docking facilities and are searching all incoming vessels. We are here to lead you to our outpost and protect you from any possible fighter ambushes. Intelligence tells us that an Imperial Star Destroyer is en route here to pickup scout forces. You can set-down and refuel at the outpost. We'll lead you in and fly cover for you."
"Affirmative. We'll stick right with you..."
"Yes, sir! Three, Four, you hang back fly rearguard. Two and I will take lead."
"Copy, Wolf Leader!", replied Three and Four as they dropped their speed to fall behind them all.
Kayylla followed the two leading X-Wings closely. "I hope this is on the level."
Even though there was no sign of Imperial craft, tensions were mounting as they sped to their unknown destination. Circling to the dark side of Dantooine, they dropped through the atmosphere toward a narrow canyon, just large enough for the freighter to maneuver down. They followed it's course, eventually running to the base a mountain where the canyon became a cave opening in it's side. The fighters slowed and entered the cave, their landing lights shining in the darkness. Around a bend, there sat the landing area, cut from the rock of the mountains roots. Lighting brilliantly shone, turning the scene to daylight. The craft all set down, ground crews and droids moving to refuel and service the new arrivals. Kayylla cycled the hatch and lowered the ramp, then led the band from the freighter's now-resting mass.
The moment Davro stepped from the ramp and into the hangar, a great cheer went up, along with statements of "Look, it's him!" and "There he is!". A group of applauding techs and pilots stood all around them as they moved toward the Operations hatch. Lt. Fron caught up with them, and vigorously shook Davro's hand.
"Sir, I just wanted to let you know that if you ever go fully active with the Rebellion again, Wolf Squadron will take you with no hesitation.". He threw Davro a hasty salute. "I need to coordinate another patrol, if you'll excuse me....", he said, turning and running back to his subordinates.
"Um, sure...", Davro uttered, looking thoroughly confused. "What the hell is this all about? They're acting like I've just blew up a star destroyer single-handed..."
A whistle went up from the back of the hangar, causing Davro to climb onto a service tractor to better find it's source. From his vantage point, he spied an old fellow in an equally-old Captain's uniform. "Culley!", he shouted, as he jogged back to see his friend from years ago. They gripped each other in an embrace seen only by brothers-in-arms who had seen many traumatic battles. Though slightly bent with age, Culley still bore himself with a ease of movement that showed he was still an able warrior despite the years.
"Davro...", Culley began. "You have fared well over the years, my young friend. Come, you and your friends would probably like a little rest. We have much to celebrate, in this one meeting we have reunited captain and first officer, master and student, and two sons of Corellia." Culley smiled widely and motioned for Kayylla, Jace, and Riley to come forward.
After shaking their hands and introducing himself, Culley led them back through the network of hallways to the Mess Hall and Recreation area. They entered and were greeted by another loud cheer and the spicy aroma of freshly baked rhyscate.
"Culley," Davro spoke in his friend's ear. "Why are we being hailed like this?"
"Davro, you have been dubbed as a rolemodel for the time being. Half of the Rebellion has seen the sensor footage of your battle at The Rock. The satellites in the asteroid field were to reactivate upon detecting weapons fire. The signal was automatically bounced from The Rock to the nearest Commbase, then relayed to other installations." Culley smiled for a moment. "The sight of that old N-1 blowing TIE's to bits was an inspiration to our fighter jockeys. That's why you're getting cheered; the unknown N-1 pilot who scrapped four Imps single-handed in a technically inferior craft. There has been talk of using it as a recruitment holo to get more hot bushpilots in our ranks...", Culley commented as he led them to the refreshment table and began cutting pieces of rhyscate for them.
Kayylla and Riley took their offered pieces of cake and stood back from the rebels. Jace was talking with some of the officers about something or other.
"It looks like they've found some friends who will look after them." Riley said after finishing her piece of spiced cake.
"We can't leave them here. Not with a price on all our heads."
"And how many of the beings here also have prices of their heads? I'm pretty sure that is a requirement to join the Rebellion." Riley said in a hushed tone so those around her could not hear.
"I'm sure most of the pilots and techs have prices on their heads, but they probably earned theirs." Kayylla snapped back.
"How do you know that Davro doesn't already have a price on his head?"
"He probably does but he doesn't need a kidnapping charge added to it. Let's drop it for now and mingle with the rebels. We might learn something." With that she disappeared into the crowd.
As Riley and Kayylla began to mingle with the Rebels, the sensor footage began playing over the holo-projector in the middle of the room, with cheers and whistles sounding sporadically. The sequence played through, and the room began chanting "Speech!" until Davro reluctantly stood on a table and quieted them. He cleared his throat, then spoke.
"Thank you all for such a welcome as I will never forget. The pilots I faced were good, but two of them were green; the first I shot, and the second, who they sent to get help. The third was an excellent pilot, as good as any in this room. But the fourth, I took no comfort in destroying, because he was an honorable man. He held his fire until I had recovered enough to fly, and even then, he opened the distance in the
effort to give me a fighting chance. I am ashamed that I had to shoot him in the back.". He paused for a moment, then continued.
"I want all of you to remember, that even though the Empire's ways and policies may be oppressive and wrong, there are still loyal, brave, and good-hearted soldiers and pilots who may be wearing the armor or flying the fighters, only because the Imperial doctrine is all they have known or been taught. Once this war is won and the banner of the Republic waves again, then we can truly rebuild and heal. But victory is still far away....". He stepped down off the table and walked off toward the door, heading out quickly and rounding a corner.
Culley caught up with Davro sometime later in Davro's quarters.
"Care to talk about it, Davro? You know you can count on me to keep whatever you say in confidence..."
He looked up at his old friend from his bunk, searching for the words. As usual, Culley seemed to second-guess what he was going to say, and said it for him.
"You think that your having to kill will hamper your training? No, my faithful student.....you fought in defense of others; your friends, the outpost that the Rebellion uses, all the things you have worked to repair and build. Fighting and killing while defending others is not the way of the Dark Side." He motioned for Davro to get up. "Come, young apprentice....it is time for you to complete your training. First, you must construct your lightsaber. I have all the parts you might need, but I cannot help you build it. You must ask the Force for guidance, and listen to what it tells you."
Culley led Davro to his living area, a Spartan room with plenty of space, but festooned with many small planters set on shelves and placed in niches in the walls. It gave the room an almost airy feel to it. Indeed, Davro could almost feel the Force more clearly here because of the plants living around him.
Davro almost immediately moved to the small workbench in the corner where the parts lay, some familiar, some alien to him. He cleared his mind as Culley taught him, and seemed immediately swept into a giant schematic that ran under his feet. Voices from the ether whispered to him, telling him where to start and what to use. He listened, wondering how he would remember all that they said, but he pushed that concern
aside, opened his eyes, reached for some parts, and began building in earnest.
After what seemed like only minutes of fitting, adjusting, soldering, welding, and sealing, Davro looked up from the workbench and turned toward Culley, who was seated nearby and smiling proudly at his student.
"Perhaps you should try it out?", Culley suggested.
Davro nodded slightly, then picked up the sleek, silver and black cylinder. He pointed it away from himself and Culley, then depressed the red stud on the grip. A brilliant shaft of vibrant amber light sprung forth to a distance a meter, it's hum moderately pitched, almost musical to the ear. Davro simply marveled at it's beauty as he moved it through some test cuts. Culley seemed about to burst.
"Well done, Davro....but you'll need to get some rest for tomorrow's test. Return here in the morning, and we will prepare you for what is to come. Good night..."
Davro bowed to Culley, then left for his room. Out of curiosity, he checked his chronograph, and was stunned to find that six hours had passed since he started building his lightsaber. Trying not to think about it, he hurried to his quarters.
Davro slept fitfully, his dreams invaded by visions of a world he had never been to, populated by Kayylla's race, that were being attacked and slaughtered in vast numbers. The dream faded and he awoke in darkness, but feeling a presence in the room with him. Not making a sound, he closed his eyes, calmed
himself, and reached out to the Force to help him find the other person in the room. Slowly, he opened his eyes and scanned the room. He knew it was still pitch dark, yet he could somehow see all, as if through a mist. He could make out someone curled on the spare bunk against the opposite wall. He fumbled around for a moment, then willed his lightsaber to his hand, activated it, then lunged and stood over the figure, and waited for it to respond.
Riley was awakened when the room was lit by a soft amber light above her.
"It's about time you woke up." She said as she rolled over on the bunk to face him.
Davro stood there, lightsaber poised above his head and stared blankly at her. Finally comprehending what had just transpired. "What are you doing here?" He asked once he found his voice.
"I'm sure you have a few questions you would like to ask me concerning a dream you may have had recently." Riley answered as she swung her legs over the side of the bunk. Placing her hands on top of her knees she waited for his questions.
Davro switched off his lightsaber and turned on the lights. He leaned against the door frame and looked to Riley. "How did you know I was dreaming, let alone what I might have been dreaming about?", he asked, crossing his arms over his bare chest, still wearing only his pants out of habit and having been too tired to fully undress when he went to bed. He seemed to have an air of being trustworthy about him, yet still resembled the same freebooter and possible scoundrel that Riley saw for the first time on Ord Mantell. He cocked his head to one side and arched an eyebrow as he waited for Riley's reply.
"I think I might have an answer for our problems. I want you all to come with me when I pay my respects to Captain Culley on Dantooine. He has contacted me, and is pleased that we are already en route to him." Davro focused on Kayylla. "Culley has become more powerful in the ways of The Force, and has been actively avoiding detection by the Empire. He says that the Rebellion is up against something big. There was an Imperial scout ship there about a week ago, looking into the remains of a Rebel base, but they didn't find the real outpost there. He wants me to get in touch with them and see if they need anything...." He paused, then looked to Jace. "My advice to you; join the Rebellion. If you turned yourself in, they would execute you as a deserter; either way, they would execute the rest of us as kidnappers. It seems that our only real chance would be to make it to a Rebel safehouse somewhere. And, the Rebellion could always use experienced officers who are familiar with Imperial procedure.....think you're up to it, Jace?"
"What?" Riley screeched as she stood from the table drawing everyone's attention to her. "Your Force sensitive and you didn't tell us?"
"He'll explain later." Kayylla shot back at her before Davro could say anything. "Let's deal with one question at a time."
Riley eased herself back down in her seat, willing to wait for Davro's explanation to what he had just revealed.
All eyes were now on Jace, wondering what his answer would be. He stood there, arms folded in front of him with one hand pulling at the hair on his chin. "When I had first thought about defecting, I wanted to join the Rebellion. I wondered how they would greet me once they found out I was an Imperial officer. The Empire is slowly losing power in many of the Outer Rim Systems. I guess switching sides it the best thing I can do, count me in on this. How long until we jump back in?" Jace asked Kayylla once he finished his answer.
"We'll be jumping back into real space in a few hours." She answered trying to untangle her hair with her fingers as a comb. "Why?"
But before Jace could answer Riley interrupted again. "Before we start asking questions, could someone please answer mine?" She asked looking at Davro from across the table.
"Sorry for keeping certain facts about myself concealed. A potential Jedi can't be too careful around Imperials, no Offense meant, Jace.....", Davro started. "Captain Culley is a Jedi Knight, he finished his training near the close of the Clone Wars. When the Empire began hunting down the Jedi, his former master ordered him to flee and go into hiding, to preserve the ways of the Jedi for the future. He became an unassuming trader, then turned to the Rebellion to find possible new students to teach the ways of the Force, but always in secrecy. He sensed that the Force was with me, so he took me as a Padawan learner. I was about half-trained when we parted company, so I still have much to learn. I can't send my thoughts to others across space yet, but I can hear him when he calls to me. He also taught me to use this....". Davro fishes into his pack, and from it's bottom he pulls the gleaming cylinder of a lightsaber. Activating it, a brilliant blue blade sprung to life, illuminating the lounge. "This saber belonged to Culley, he passed in on to me when he retired. Hopefully, I might be able to complete my training. I feel that I may have great need for the skills of the Jedi soon...". Davro shuts off the lightsaber and stows back in his pack. He sits back down, a pensive look upon his face. "If you have anymore questions, ask. I won't keep anything else from you."
Within a couple of hours, they dropped out of hyperspace near Dantooine. A quick scan revealed no Imperial vessels in the area. A few minutes after arriving, they received a hail on their comm.
"Attention, unidentified YT-2800 freighter. This is Lt. Jarik Fron, Wolf Squadron, Rebel Alliance. Is there a Capt. Davro Stfal aboard your vessel? Repeat, is there a Capt. Davro Stfal aboard your vessel? We have been sent by retired Capt. Beronar Culley to be on the lookout for a freighter of your type entering this system, in order to direct you to a safe landing area."
Two pairs of X-Wings soon swooped into view to either side of the freighter, their S-foils closed in a non-aggressive posture. They kept their distance from the freighter, not wanting to run the chance of colliding.
Davro went to the communications chair and returned the hail. "This is Capt. Stfal, I am aboard this vessel, Lieutenant. What's this about 'leading us in for a safe landing'."
"Sir, the main port on Dantooine is a trap. Imperial troops have taken over the docking facilities and are searching all incoming vessels. We are here to lead you to our outpost and protect you from any possible fighter ambushes. Intelligence tells us that an Imperial Star Destroyer is en route here to pickup scout forces. You can set-down and refuel at the outpost. We'll lead you in and fly cover for you."
"Affirmative. We'll stick right with you..."
"Yes, sir! Three, Four, you hang back fly rearguard. Two and I will take lead."
"Copy, Wolf Leader!", replied Three and Four as they dropped their speed to fall behind them all.
Kayylla followed the two leading X-Wings closely. "I hope this is on the level."
Even though there was no sign of Imperial craft, tensions were mounting as they sped to their unknown destination. Circling to the dark side of Dantooine, they dropped through the atmosphere toward a narrow canyon, just large enough for the freighter to maneuver down. They followed it's course, eventually running to the base a mountain where the canyon became a cave opening in it's side. The fighters slowed and entered the cave, their landing lights shining in the darkness. Around a bend, there sat the landing area, cut from the rock of the mountains roots. Lighting brilliantly shone, turning the scene to daylight. The craft all set down, ground crews and droids moving to refuel and service the new arrivals. Kayylla cycled the hatch and lowered the ramp, then led the band from the freighter's now-resting mass.
The moment Davro stepped from the ramp and into the hangar, a great cheer went up, along with statements of "Look, it's him!" and "There he is!". A group of applauding techs and pilots stood all around them as they moved toward the Operations hatch. Lt. Fron caught up with them, and vigorously shook Davro's hand.
"Sir, I just wanted to let you know that if you ever go fully active with the Rebellion again, Wolf Squadron will take you with no hesitation.". He threw Davro a hasty salute. "I need to coordinate another patrol, if you'll excuse me....", he said, turning and running back to his subordinates.
"Um, sure...", Davro uttered, looking thoroughly confused. "What the hell is this all about? They're acting like I've just blew up a star destroyer single-handed..."
A whistle went up from the back of the hangar, causing Davro to climb onto a service tractor to better find it's source. From his vantage point, he spied an old fellow in an equally-old Captain's uniform. "Culley!", he shouted, as he jogged back to see his friend from years ago. They gripped each other in an embrace seen only by brothers-in-arms who had seen many traumatic battles. Though slightly bent with age, Culley still bore himself with a ease of movement that showed he was still an able warrior despite the years.
"Davro...", Culley began. "You have fared well over the years, my young friend. Come, you and your friends would probably like a little rest. We have much to celebrate, in this one meeting we have reunited captain and first officer, master and student, and two sons of Corellia." Culley smiled widely and motioned for Kayylla, Jace, and Riley to come forward.
After shaking their hands and introducing himself, Culley led them back through the network of hallways to the Mess Hall and Recreation area. They entered and were greeted by another loud cheer and the spicy aroma of freshly baked rhyscate.
"Culley," Davro spoke in his friend's ear. "Why are we being hailed like this?"
"Davro, you have been dubbed as a rolemodel for the time being. Half of the Rebellion has seen the sensor footage of your battle at The Rock. The satellites in the asteroid field were to reactivate upon detecting weapons fire. The signal was automatically bounced from The Rock to the nearest Commbase, then relayed to other installations." Culley smiled for a moment. "The sight of that old N-1 blowing TIE's to bits was an inspiration to our fighter jockeys. That's why you're getting cheered; the unknown N-1 pilot who scrapped four Imps single-handed in a technically inferior craft. There has been talk of using it as a recruitment holo to get more hot bushpilots in our ranks...", Culley commented as he led them to the refreshment table and began cutting pieces of rhyscate for them.
Kayylla and Riley took their offered pieces of cake and stood back from the rebels. Jace was talking with some of the officers about something or other.
"It looks like they've found some friends who will look after them." Riley said after finishing her piece of spiced cake.
"We can't leave them here. Not with a price on all our heads."
"And how many of the beings here also have prices of their heads? I'm pretty sure that is a requirement to join the Rebellion." Riley said in a hushed tone so those around her could not hear.
"I'm sure most of the pilots and techs have prices on their heads, but they probably earned theirs." Kayylla snapped back.
"How do you know that Davro doesn't already have a price on his head?"
"He probably does but he doesn't need a kidnapping charge added to it. Let's drop it for now and mingle with the rebels. We might learn something." With that she disappeared into the crowd.
As Riley and Kayylla began to mingle with the Rebels, the sensor footage began playing over the holo-projector in the middle of the room, with cheers and whistles sounding sporadically. The sequence played through, and the room began chanting "Speech!" until Davro reluctantly stood on a table and quieted them. He cleared his throat, then spoke.
"Thank you all for such a welcome as I will never forget. The pilots I faced were good, but two of them were green; the first I shot, and the second, who they sent to get help. The third was an excellent pilot, as good as any in this room. But the fourth, I took no comfort in destroying, because he was an honorable man. He held his fire until I had recovered enough to fly, and even then, he opened the distance in the
effort to give me a fighting chance. I am ashamed that I had to shoot him in the back.". He paused for a moment, then continued.
"I want all of you to remember, that even though the Empire's ways and policies may be oppressive and wrong, there are still loyal, brave, and good-hearted soldiers and pilots who may be wearing the armor or flying the fighters, only because the Imperial doctrine is all they have known or been taught. Once this war is won and the banner of the Republic waves again, then we can truly rebuild and heal. But victory is still far away....". He stepped down off the table and walked off toward the door, heading out quickly and rounding a corner.
Culley caught up with Davro sometime later in Davro's quarters.
"Care to talk about it, Davro? You know you can count on me to keep whatever you say in confidence..."
He looked up at his old friend from his bunk, searching for the words. As usual, Culley seemed to second-guess what he was going to say, and said it for him.
"You think that your having to kill will hamper your training? No, my faithful student.....you fought in defense of others; your friends, the outpost that the Rebellion uses, all the things you have worked to repair and build. Fighting and killing while defending others is not the way of the Dark Side." He motioned for Davro to get up. "Come, young apprentice....it is time for you to complete your training. First, you must construct your lightsaber. I have all the parts you might need, but I cannot help you build it. You must ask the Force for guidance, and listen to what it tells you."
Culley led Davro to his living area, a Spartan room with plenty of space, but festooned with many small planters set on shelves and placed in niches in the walls. It gave the room an almost airy feel to it. Indeed, Davro could almost feel the Force more clearly here because of the plants living around him.
Davro almost immediately moved to the small workbench in the corner where the parts lay, some familiar, some alien to him. He cleared his mind as Culley taught him, and seemed immediately swept into a giant schematic that ran under his feet. Voices from the ether whispered to him, telling him where to start and what to use. He listened, wondering how he would remember all that they said, but he pushed that concern
aside, opened his eyes, reached for some parts, and began building in earnest.
After what seemed like only minutes of fitting, adjusting, soldering, welding, and sealing, Davro looked up from the workbench and turned toward Culley, who was seated nearby and smiling proudly at his student.
"Perhaps you should try it out?", Culley suggested.
Davro nodded slightly, then picked up the sleek, silver and black cylinder. He pointed it away from himself and Culley, then depressed the red stud on the grip. A brilliant shaft of vibrant amber light sprung forth to a distance a meter, it's hum moderately pitched, almost musical to the ear. Davro simply marveled at it's beauty as he moved it through some test cuts. Culley seemed about to burst.
"Well done, Davro....but you'll need to get some rest for tomorrow's test. Return here in the morning, and we will prepare you for what is to come. Good night..."
Davro bowed to Culley, then left for his room. Out of curiosity, he checked his chronograph, and was stunned to find that six hours had passed since he started building his lightsaber. Trying not to think about it, he hurried to his quarters.
Davro slept fitfully, his dreams invaded by visions of a world he had never been to, populated by Kayylla's race, that were being attacked and slaughtered in vast numbers. The dream faded and he awoke in darkness, but feeling a presence in the room with him. Not making a sound, he closed his eyes, calmed
himself, and reached out to the Force to help him find the other person in the room. Slowly, he opened his eyes and scanned the room. He knew it was still pitch dark, yet he could somehow see all, as if through a mist. He could make out someone curled on the spare bunk against the opposite wall. He fumbled around for a moment, then willed his lightsaber to his hand, activated it, then lunged and stood over the figure, and waited for it to respond.
Riley was awakened when the room was lit by a soft amber light above her.
"It's about time you woke up." She said as she rolled over on the bunk to face him.
Davro stood there, lightsaber poised above his head and stared blankly at her. Finally comprehending what had just transpired. "What are you doing here?" He asked once he found his voice.
"I'm sure you have a few questions you would like to ask me concerning a dream you may have had recently." Riley answered as she swung her legs over the side of the bunk. Placing her hands on top of her knees she waited for his questions.
Davro switched off his lightsaber and turned on the lights. He leaned against the door frame and looked to Riley. "How did you know I was dreaming, let alone what I might have been dreaming about?", he asked, crossing his arms over his bare chest, still wearing only his pants out of habit and having been too tired to fully undress when he went to bed. He seemed to have an air of being trustworthy about him, yet still resembled the same freebooter and possible scoundrel that Riley saw for the first time on Ord Mantell. He cocked his head to one side and arched an eyebrow as he waited for Riley's reply.