Blood Is Thicker Than Water
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns this stuff. I don't.
I wander the wreckage left by the wave. Horrors surround me. A dead, mutilated mother still clutching the body of her child. A man and woman lie dead as well, their arms around each other. Houses and trees that have stood for hundreds of years have been destroyed. But only one thought fills my head. She is gone. My padawan is dead.
Why? Why me? Why her? Why did there have to be a baby left in one of the houses? Why did she have to go back for it? After we had survived the Vong War, she was taken away from me by nature.
No, not nature. The businesses that run this island were in charge of the dam that held in Lake Myanna. They were in charge of the repairs. The repairs that were never carried out.
They said it would cost a lot- too much. Well, that showed them. That showed them all. They now have to pay survivors money, and a lot of it too. I'm not getting any of it though. I don't want to be a survivor any more. I didn't want to be a survivor when she screamed 'Mistress!' as the waves overtook her. I didn't want to be a survivor from the moment she was sucked under. I didn't want to be a survivor when I felt her Force presence vanish.
I look after the baby that she saved. She flung it to a worker who had been running alongside her and he had reached safety moments later. Sometimes I wish it would die, as it brings back painful memories- too painful. But then I reprimand myself. The baby is my last connection to my beloved apprentice and I wish to keep that connection for as long as possible.
I stumble and curse myself. I should have been paying attention to the way ahead, not thinking of other things. I look down.
The body is dressed in what was once a tunic. It is covered in blood and dirt. But I know who it is. "Padawan" I breathe, dropping to my knees.
Although she is dead, she looks strangely peaceful, like she is one of the angels. Tatooinian-born, she would often tell me the legends of her homeworld as we sat together in the evenings, before she went to sleep.
"The angels live on the moons of Iego," I remember her saying "And they are the most beautiful creatures in the galaxy. They were once women, who died bravely. And because they were so brave, they were made into angels."
Died bravely. Like she did. If I were not a Jedi, I would think she had gone to them. Just as I want to go to her. To die.