-Sorry this took so long to post, I've been really busy lately and totally forgot all about it
Black smoke wafted up into the pink sky as the three suns of Venguiru sank wearily under the horizon. A small breeze ruffled Obi-Wan's short-cropped hair and brushed lightly against his cheek. Silently, he stood observing the fire raging before him, his thoughts nulled by the events of the day. A single tear slipped down his cheek as he surveyed the wealth of destruction. The blaster fire from the day's encounter. The fires that had consumed several crates were still burning, despite the efforts of many civilians. Sensing a presence behind him, Obi-Wan turned to find Celea standing behind him. Her eyes were haunted and she looked as if she had become old in a few hours. She placed a comforting hand on the young Padawan shoulders and led him away from the port, where many off-worlders and Venguirens were working to repair the damages done.
" Your Master will be just fine, Obi-Wan, he is recovering from the blaster shot in a bacta tank at the nearest medical." Celea explained as she led Obi-Wan to her transport. Obi-Wan briefly remembered his master being placed on a meditransport and being taken away. Obi-Wan had wanted to go, but knew he had to stay to protect Celea and help in the repair effort.
" Are we going there now?" he asked hopefully.
"Yes," replied Celea, " I need to talk to both of you, it's obvious this situation is becoming more out of hand by the minute." Obi-Wan allowed himself a small sigh of relief, at least he would be able to see his Master and be sure he was alright.
The ride to the medical was short and uneventful, passing by several mining offices that Celea would point out. Celea noticed the young mans distraction and sighed. The poor boy, it was obvious he was worried about his Master. She was too. She knew that he had taken that blaster shot for her, and it made her uneasy to think he could have died. Celea had grown up in a mining family where you had to be independent to be able to survive. Knowing that she would not still be among the living but for one man's actions made her feel vulnerable. Casting away the thoughts with a shake of her head she turned her attention to more important matters. The sabotage of the crystal mines.
Black smoke wafted up into the pink sky as the three suns of Venguiru sank wearily under the horizon. A small breeze ruffled Obi-Wan's short-cropped hair and brushed lightly against his cheek. Silently, he stood observing the fire raging before him, his thoughts nulled by the events of the day. A single tear slipped down his cheek as he surveyed the wealth of destruction. The blaster fire from the day's encounter. The fires that had consumed several crates were still burning, despite the efforts of many civilians. Sensing a presence behind him, Obi-Wan turned to find Celea standing behind him. Her eyes were haunted and she looked as if she had become old in a few hours. She placed a comforting hand on the young Padawan shoulders and led him away from the port, where many off-worlders and Venguirens were working to repair the damages done.
" Your Master will be just fine, Obi-Wan, he is recovering from the blaster shot in a bacta tank at the nearest medical." Celea explained as she led Obi-Wan to her transport. Obi-Wan briefly remembered his master being placed on a meditransport and being taken away. Obi-Wan had wanted to go, but knew he had to stay to protect Celea and help in the repair effort.
" Are we going there now?" he asked hopefully.
"Yes," replied Celea, " I need to talk to both of you, it's obvious this situation is becoming more out of hand by the minute." Obi-Wan allowed himself a small sigh of relief, at least he would be able to see his Master and be sure he was alright.
The ride to the medical was short and uneventful, passing by several mining offices that Celea would point out. Celea noticed the young mans distraction and sighed. The poor boy, it was obvious he was worried about his Master. She was too. She knew that he had taken that blaster shot for her, and it made her uneasy to think he could have died. Celea had grown up in a mining family where you had to be independent to be able to survive. Knowing that she would not still be among the living but for one man's actions made her feel vulnerable. Casting away the thoughts with a shake of her head she turned her attention to more important matters. The sabotage of the crystal mines.