Twenty-five-year-old Evadne used the Force to brush a strand of her red hair out of her eyes as she concentrated on the training droid that hovered a few feet in front of her. She raised her lightsaber in an attempt to strike at the droid, and managed to sever off one of its mechanical arms. Her brows furrowed in concentration. She was getting mad at it. It seemed to strike her more times today than it had ever done in her fifteen years of training.
"Jedi never strike in anger." Mim reminded Evadne. Evadne looked at her in frustration. "Why don't you take a break, and we can practice one-on-one parries when you are refreshed. All of this worry and stress is not good for your body, let alone that of the baby you carry." Mim reached out her hand and called Evadne's lightsaber to herself. "I haven't seen Rhannon around. Why don't you see where he is?" Mim went to her hut to rest.
Evadne closed her eyes for a minute. She could feel the presence of the infant that she carried in the Force. This child would definitely be Force sensitive. Suddenly she felt cold hands on her shoulders, and opened her eyes, ready to strike whomever it was. She turned to see Rhannon standing beside her. "Don't DO that! I was almost about to hurt you." Evadne said. She let Rhannon take her hand and lead her over to a near-by bench.
"I am just starting to perfect cloaking myself in the Force. See, we've been married for three years, and you couldn't even sense me as I snuck up on you." Rhannon laughed. He paused. "You're thinking about Aidia aren't you?"
Tears came to Evadne's eyes. "I don't even know if she is alive. I cannot feel her in the Force." Evadne sunk into the bench beside Rhannon. "It's horrible. I can't even remember where we were supposed to meet." Evadne stated. "And being pregnant is not helping any. My emotions are on a rampage. I struck out in anger at the training droid today. I haven't done that since I was ten." Evadne said.
"I know how much that this means to you, Evie. That's why I bought a ship for us." Rhannon said. "I will tell mother that we want to try to locate your sister. The ship is parked at docking bay 4000."
Evadne stared at him. "We can't afford a ship! You've got to be kidding me? With a baby on the way?" Evadne put her chin in her cupped hands. "You need to return it."
"I got it for us…" Rhannon started, but Evadne cut him off.
"Return it!" Evadne stood up and ran from the bench. She had to have time away from everything to think. She reached the boundaries of the Jedi Village, and kept walking until she reached the next city. She entered one of the bars and took a seat in one of the empty booths. She had to think things out. She had to try to make sense of her life, and being at the Village wasn't helping any.
Since she had learned that she was pregnant, she had been having strange dreams. She felt as if there was someone that she was supposed to seek, but she kept waking up before she could figure out who it was. These dreams really bothered her, because they brought up nearly forgotten memories of the past. They made her long to find her sister and start to put together the shattered pieces of her life. She sighed heavily as a waitress walked up to her booth.
"What will you have Miss?" The waitress asked.
"I'll take a Correllian Ale." Evadne said, then remembering that drinking was bad for the baby, she re-thought her choice. "Scratch that. Make it a glass of juice." She smiled as the waitress left to fill the order. Evadne turned her attention towards the doorway. Suddenly she didn't feel so well. A squadron of storm troopers came into the bar…