Ch. 4

The Flight of Onin

Onin boarded the shuttle that was designated for Yavin 4. He had one carry on back that hung from his right shoulder and a reached his elbow. It weighed about five pounds and carried just a few things for the flight there. Looking along the small craft, no one else was there, save a few of the other Jedi knights who came aboard. Onin nodded, and went to his own seat, far from them.

It wasn't long until his took his seat when the 'girls' came through the door, carrying many things under their arms, and looking like a wreck. To be truly honest, they didn't look too good at all. The luggage each of them carried much has accumulated up to around a hundred pounds. Onin cocked an eyebrow as the worn down female Jedi began to take their seats and catch their breath. The flight wouldn't leave for the next few minutes, they had enough time. Onin shrugged then went back to his original status, sitting.

The chair he sat in was unerringly comfortable, he would have to get used to it, and the flight would be a few hours, maybe. Onin closed his eyes, and began to meditate, feeling all the aura's of everyone around him. A soon, his own thought became something of a camera, watching everyone around him while his 'shell' slept. As he viewed, the girls were gossiping and pointing. The few other males in the back talked about the sporty issues, podracing, robotic football and the like. Onin began to wonder if the other Jedi around him were doing the same in their conscious mind, talking taking it rather easily and watching his movements with such ease. It began to depress him, made him wonder if he were failing. He renewed himself, by telling him that he had scored highly on the trials throughout his entire class years. He continued to listen in on their conversations, up until the girls said something about an Anakin Skywalker and his master Obi-Wan Kenobi, going to scout out an area full of Gundars.

Onin stopped listening and began to seek out the smaller details of the ship. The few crumbs left from the last trip, the windows, and the few bits of interstellar paint that was starting to peel off. Occasionally he would venture his mind back toward the girls' conversations, whenever feeling that any sort of conversation was good. At one time, they went into a whisper and spoke of Onin in hushed terms.

"Hey, that's Onin!" one whispered.

"Hehe, yeah!" the other giggled.

"Hey, Becky, you go talk to him. You know how you keep saying he's so cute!" the third said, the last of the three talking to the first. Becky was blonde haired, blue eyed, the basic spunk of the girls.

"W-Well...alright." She said, timidly. Onin gave a small smirk before lowering his gaze in meditation. His ears picked up the sounds of her standing up, and beginning to walk around Onin's row as though she had no idea he was there. Still, Onin acted as though he was in meditation with his eyes closed. Seeing her with the force, Onin saw that Becky was looking out on of the windows down from him. She started to move closer, looking out the windows, still acting, as though she was uninterested in Onin. And yet, Onin still gave his expressionless look.

Until finally, Becky sat next to Onin turned her head, and just as she opened her voice box to speak, Onin shot open his eyes. She gave a small gasp, and moved back a little. The girls behind her gave a snort of laughter.

"You know Becky," Onin said, he didn't look at her, just continued to stare off in front of him, "it's rude to ignore people." Onin felt a little justification from that. Becky smirked, then replied back.

"Well, at least I don't watch people while I'm mediating." It was harsh comeback but was probably worth the trip to the girls behind her.

"I'm sure you do."

"Are you?"

"Indeed, I am." Engaged in small talk, of near half sentences was quite enjoyable, Onin had to admit.

Becky spoke after getting a little annoyed with quick talk. "Say, uh, Onin? Why do you stay so quiet all the time? You don't talk at, like, all."

"I have nothing to say to anyone, if there is nothing to say, then nothing should be said. Easy."

"You mean you had nothing to say to anyone, since day one!" Exclaimed Becky.

"Yes, didn't you?" Onin asked, stupid question, but it would help to explain her.

"Of course! Laura and Sam were my best friends since I got here!" Becky replied.

"I see."

"So you're just, anti-social?"

"More or less," still holding the forward face, not ever facing her since he had spoken, "It is true that I never talked to anyone, because I only wanted to be alone. The training was for myself, and I wanted to keep it as private as possible. Should I have met someone, I wouldn't have gotten the two lightsabers I carry with me now. You see, any human contact could have ruined everything for me, I couldn't risk that." Onin explained, finally turning his head to face her. She was unbelievably beautiful despite what he saw through the force. He was ashamed that he had spoken like that to her.

"I see," she glanced back to her friends, "I must go. It was nice to have met you Onin." Becky stood and gave her head a little bow, and returned to the row of seats behind her. She sat back down with her two other friends, which upon her approach they began their stately giggling.

Onin sighed, it was a good small chat, there was little doubt that by the sounds of the row behind him, that he would be meeting more than just Becky. The ship started to move, rock about. It was common procedure of liftoff. The captain came on the intercom, "Ok, we're just about to launch. Make sure all your tray tables are in their up and locked position. The smoking signs have been turned off, at this time. Lock yourselves in, and have a nice flight." The captain was like all the extremely old films that Onin had seen when a probe was viewing a more primitive planet 'Earth'. The airplane movies seemed a little more humorous than serious.

The ship rocked again, and in an instant the ship was hurled into space, and on its way into lightspeed. A few shaking sensations, but nothing too worry about. Onin went back into his meditation. He wouldn't risk using his lightsaber here, or even practicing with it, a safety precaution. The girls continued to talk, while the males in the back spoke rarely after the ship had reached a safe distance. "Preparing for Lightspeed." The captain said over the PA system, and with that, the ship blast it's way on a course toward Yavin 4.