a/n I do not own Star Wars in any way, shape, or form. I do own Gabrielle, Terry, Tony, and Matris.
Gabrielle found Master Skywalker getting ready in the lecture hall.
Luke looked up as Gabrielle approached. "Good morning, Gabrielle."
"Good morning, Master Skywalker," Gabrielle said hesitantly.
"Is there something I can help you with?" Master Skywalker prompted.
"Ummm well yea," Gabrielle said softly looking down.
"It's about Matris isn't it?" Master Skywalker said stepping down to stand in front of her.
Luke sighed. "Gabrielle... I can't tell you what to do about Matris. This is something you need to figure out on your own."
Gabrielle looked down frustrated.
"Gabrielle," Luke began. "Do they know anything about you at all?"
She shook her head.
"Why don't you start by doing that?" Master Skywalker said softly. "Then try and sit down with Matris and talk things out."
Gabrielle sighed. "Thank you for your help Master Skywalker."
Luke shook his head as Gabrielle walked from the lecture hall.
Those two need to work it out, he thought. I can't force them to do anything.
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The day continued on. Master Skywalker's lesson came and went. A afternoon sat with Terry, using only their minds to communicate. A lightsaber battle gone wrong between Terry and Matris. A fight turned bad between Gabrielle and Matris. Each were confined to quarters as a result.
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Gabrielle woke with a start. Something was in her room... she could barely sense it. Gabrielle began to get up, but was restrained by someone. Gabrielle tried to scream, but was stopped by a piece of cloth covering her face.
This smells funny, Gabrielle thought woozily as she struggled to get away.
"Shhh," a voice hissed into her ear. " Everything will be alright."
Gabrielle tried to think but her mind was muddled. She could feel herself lapsing into unconsciousness.
Terry!!!
Then only darkness...