To save a savior
Chapter 1:
A feeling of weightlessness came over Tahiri as she walked down the corridor of the old Jedi Temple on Yavin 4. Vines and leaves hung about her in chaotic patterns. They seemed to speak to her in a language that shook her soul.
For what purpose was she here - so far from all that is safe and familiar?
Continuing down the claustrophobic path, and removing obstructive foliage as she went, Tahiri seemed to almost automatically find her way. She had walked here many times before. She looked down at her bare feet - they were rough and hardened from years of exposure, but fell softly and quietly to the floor. Just one more corner. she had to see it. Running the last few steps, her gaze landed upon a door that had remained shut for what had seemed many years. Opening it was like diving into a cool pond on a hot and humid day. Laughter and happiness rolled off the walls. Memories poured forth in plenty. Recollections of training, missions, friendship. Master Ikirt, Anakin. Anakin.
Tahiri ran furiously from the room, and burst over the threshold of his. Everything was in its place - as it had been long ago. But these memories were before their arrival - the arrival that had dashed any and all security from sight, and brought instead death, torment, and a myriad of other incomprehensible hardships.
She moved to sit on the bed. The room breathed his presence; her body ached in his absence. It felt as if an entire piece of herself was missing. She had always worked better when she'd been with Anakin - he made her stronger. tougher. he kept her together. Now he was no more. At this, her eyelids grew heavy and longed for sleep, as if it was all too much to handle.
Her eyelashes met, and her consciousness began to fade.
"Tahiri."
To any normal ear it would have been imperceptible, but it caused her insides to jump violently to her throat. Willing her body to keep still, she stretched out her mind into the force, and drowned in its clarity.
The voice grew louder, but was still unintelligible.
She could feel no living presence anywhere- but was filled with the urge to chase. Chase what?
The voice. It was moving. Who was it? She had to find out, and bounded from the room- her robe sailing behind her.
*
The voice grew and faded in intensity, always just ahead of her. down the hall, around the corner. up the stairs. Tahiri ran for what seemed like ten minutes, and began to feel a cold sweat roll down the channel of her back and pool at the base of her tunic. Vines caught her feet and hair as she ran, but she would not be deterred.
She was somewhere still inside the temple, just in an area unseen by the students in their years here. Her thoughts were clear and sharp- her muscles taut in anticipation.
A large door lay ahead, and she was certain it would prove the end of her frantic search. If it were Anakin, she would find him and speak to him. tell him to come back or to take her with him.
She halted in front of the door as it slowly rose from the floor, and walked calmly into the next room. Its enormity startled her. THE GREAT HALL! More memories threatened to engulf her, but she forced herself to stay focused. Now where was the voice?
"Behind you" it stated in a playful, almost kindly voice.
Tahiri's lightsabre hummed as she whirled into a defensive crouch. Her eyes came to rest upon the man before her causing her to waver and nearly drop her guard. It was not the face and build of the man she had hoped for. but familiar all the same. Master Luke.no. but who then?
"You don't recognize me, but you know who I am. My name is Ben."
Chapter 1:
A feeling of weightlessness came over Tahiri as she walked down the corridor of the old Jedi Temple on Yavin 4. Vines and leaves hung about her in chaotic patterns. They seemed to speak to her in a language that shook her soul.
For what purpose was she here - so far from all that is safe and familiar?
Continuing down the claustrophobic path, and removing obstructive foliage as she went, Tahiri seemed to almost automatically find her way. She had walked here many times before. She looked down at her bare feet - they were rough and hardened from years of exposure, but fell softly and quietly to the floor. Just one more corner. she had to see it. Running the last few steps, her gaze landed upon a door that had remained shut for what had seemed many years. Opening it was like diving into a cool pond on a hot and humid day. Laughter and happiness rolled off the walls. Memories poured forth in plenty. Recollections of training, missions, friendship. Master Ikirt, Anakin. Anakin.
Tahiri ran furiously from the room, and burst over the threshold of his. Everything was in its place - as it had been long ago. But these memories were before their arrival - the arrival that had dashed any and all security from sight, and brought instead death, torment, and a myriad of other incomprehensible hardships.
She moved to sit on the bed. The room breathed his presence; her body ached in his absence. It felt as if an entire piece of herself was missing. She had always worked better when she'd been with Anakin - he made her stronger. tougher. he kept her together. Now he was no more. At this, her eyelids grew heavy and longed for sleep, as if it was all too much to handle.
Her eyelashes met, and her consciousness began to fade.
"Tahiri."
To any normal ear it would have been imperceptible, but it caused her insides to jump violently to her throat. Willing her body to keep still, she stretched out her mind into the force, and drowned in its clarity.
The voice grew louder, but was still unintelligible.
She could feel no living presence anywhere- but was filled with the urge to chase. Chase what?
The voice. It was moving. Who was it? She had to find out, and bounded from the room- her robe sailing behind her.
*
The voice grew and faded in intensity, always just ahead of her. down the hall, around the corner. up the stairs. Tahiri ran for what seemed like ten minutes, and began to feel a cold sweat roll down the channel of her back and pool at the base of her tunic. Vines caught her feet and hair as she ran, but she would not be deterred.
She was somewhere still inside the temple, just in an area unseen by the students in their years here. Her thoughts were clear and sharp- her muscles taut in anticipation.
A large door lay ahead, and she was certain it would prove the end of her frantic search. If it were Anakin, she would find him and speak to him. tell him to come back or to take her with him.
She halted in front of the door as it slowly rose from the floor, and walked calmly into the next room. Its enormity startled her. THE GREAT HALL! More memories threatened to engulf her, but she forced herself to stay focused. Now where was the voice?
"Behind you" it stated in a playful, almost kindly voice.
Tahiri's lightsabre hummed as she whirled into a defensive crouch. Her eyes came to rest upon the man before her causing her to waver and nearly drop her guard. It was not the face and build of the man she had hoped for. but familiar all the same. Master Luke.no. but who then?
"You don't recognize me, but you know who I am. My name is Ben."