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Chapter Fifteen-Reunion of the Heart

Jennra awoke to see Bao-dur watching her. She sat up quickly, pulling the blankets around herself, feeling embarrassed.

"I didn't think you were going to wake up, General,"

"How long have I been…?"

"Asleep? I don't think I would call it that. You have had a lot of bad dreams," he replied in concern. He stood up, and disappeared to the other side of the cave, reappearing with a tin mug. "More chocolate General?" he asked her, raising his eyebrow.

She smiled up at him, and took the proffered mug from him, "Thank you."

He pulled out a large pack, and started packing items away in it. "We ought to leave here, soon. The Sith should be aware of your absence by now, and will send more patrols out along the ridge. In the daylight, they might see evidence of our camp, and I do not want to be around when they do. We should go soon…are your wounds feeling any better today, General?"

She stood up, the blankets dropping around her feet. She raised her arms up over her head, and then winced, bringing them down quickly.

"I take that as a no?"

She smiled at him ruefully, "I guess not, Bao-dur. It still aches."

He frowned, "We really need to get you to a medic, you need kolto," he folded the blankets into halves, then quarters, and stowed them in the pack with the rest of his equipment. "Must not forget this, General," he said, handing her black Sith robe.

She took it off him, and tugged herself into it, "I suppose I should be thankful for it. It did help me escape."

Bao-dur shouldered the large pack, and glanced around the cave one last time, "Come General," he said, taking her by the elbow, "We must leave."

They stepped out in the cold air. Jennra shuddered as the wind whipped her cloak up around her feet. She pulled the hood close over her head, listening to the shrill tone of the wind. She glanced across at the Zabrak; he seemed unaffected by the coldness, and the icy wind.

They stepped out across a broad plateau that stretched for miles. Bao-dur glanced at her, and smiled sympathetically, "It's going to be quite a trek, General. Can you manage it?"

"Yes, I will be alright," she frowned, "Bao-dur; I think we should go now."

He looked at her, and nodded, "Come then, General," he smiled, "I have another camp, further along."

They set off, trudging across the dusty earth. Relics of trees and misshapen greenery littered their way, their shadows casting menacing shapes in the faint light of the moon. Jennra glanced behind her, noticing with relief that the ridge and the evil that lay behind it lessened as they moved onwards. They kept a brisk pace, neither of them speaking, each lost to their own thoughts.

Jennra felt the pain in her back eat its way into her consciousness. It rippled through her in uncompromising waves. She glanced across at Bao-dur, He shouldn't be here, she thought sadly, he should be back at Telos, helping the Ithorians, not here trudging around in the cold, with a pile of Sith close on our heels.

He looked across at her, "General?"

She smiled deep into the hood, Sometimes; I swear he is almost telepathic. He would have become a great Jedi, "Its nothing, Bao-dur. I was just wishing that we were back at Telos…"

She bumped into him, as he stopped dead in front of her. "Shh, General, there's some one tracking us. They have been for quite a while."

She glanced behind her, "The last person tracking me was you, Bao-dur, but I don't suppose that we can be quite that lucky this time?" She pulled her saber from her pouch, and feeling the Force rise up inside her, she turned around.

A sudden movement in the dark caught her eye, yes, several Sith. She raised her hand, and as they ran towards them, she unleashed the build up of Force inside her, hurling them across the plateau several feet. They staggered back to their feet, and raised their blasters.

Bao-dur blasted at them with his pistols, showering them in lethal orange beams of plasma. Two fell instantly to the ground, where they remained motionless. The other Sith stepped over the bodies of their fallen comrades, and still firing their blasters, they came at Jennra.

She effortlessly flicked her saber from side to side, the yellow energy blade deflecting the bolts of plasma back at them. Another Sith fell to the ground, the font of his shirt charred blacker than the material he wore. A sharp blast caught her below the elbow, and she cried out in pain. Bao-dur turned his pistols at the man and reined a shower of burning plasma over him. He fell to the ground screaming.

Jennra glanced over to Bao-dur, and saw that he was holding his own well, and had not been hurt. She raced across the ground, cutting two more Sith that leaped in her path. One lone cloaked figure remained.

"So, you are the Jedi that escaped?" a woman's voice asked her, "I have come to bring you back, and this time, my Lords will not let you go again so easily."

Jennra laughed, feeling the Force flow through her, "I think you are making a mistake. Go while you can, and I will spare you."

The woman laughed incredulously at her, "You spare me? I think not. My Lords do not care if you are brought to them dead or alive. The fact that you escaped has brought a death warrant upon your arrogant Jedi head." She ignited the saber that she held in her hand. Two beams of crimson sprang from both ends.

She leaped at Jennra, twirling the saber expertly. Jennra deflected the blow, and the two energy blades sizzled as they clashed. The Sith leaped at her, bringing the saber down hard at Jennra, but she rolled across the ground, and striking up with her hand, she let the Force fling the woman across the ground, where she landed heavily. Jennra leaped to her feet, and charged at the Sith, unleashing force powers at her, and swinging her saber viciously. The Sith fell back, her Force powers easily deflected by the Force barrier Jennra had put around herself. She slashed at the woman, and side stepped her neatly, causing the Sith to lash out at her clumsily. Jennra kicked her feet from underneath her, and she landed with a thump to the ground, her saber spinning away from her. Jennra planted her foot on the woman's stomach, the yellow blade throbbing as she held the tip near to her throat.

"Strike me…kill me then," the woman demanded hotly.

Jennra shook her head gently, "No. I will not do that. I do not strike my enemy while they are hurt and weapon less. Get up," she switched her saber off, and placed it back into its pouch. She extended her hand to the Sith, "Get up…and go!"

The woman looked at her with astonished wide eyes, "But you do not know what it is that you do. My masters will kill me, for failing…"

"I am not here to pass judgement on you. You are free to go, do as you will."

The Sith woman stared at Jennra with hate in her eyes, and stumbling to her feet, she ran in the opposite direction.

"You spared her, General," Bao-dur said softly.

Jennra smiled at him sadly, "I do not kill just for the sake of it, Bao-dur. If I can avoid it, then by all means I will."

"And that is why I follow you, General," Bao-dur said with pride showing on his face.

Jennra smoothed down her black robe, and glanced across at the Zabrak, "Well? Let's move on."

They walked some distance across the harsh landscape silently. Bao-dur walked at her side, and occasionally he passed small sideways glances her way. She ignored him, instead using the Force inside her to numb the pain she was feeling in her back and arm. Beads of sweat ran down her face, and she knew that she would not be able to hold her tongue for much longer. Already, she could feel the Force start to ebb from her, leaving her feel weak and shaky.

"General?"

Jennra ignored him, and carried walking on doggedly, her head bowed, the dark hood concealing her face.

"General. Look, it's almost dawn."

She stopped and glanced up at the sky. Tentative rays broke through heavy clouds in the dark sky, and Jennra smiled at the relief of not having to walk in the dark. She bowed her head and walked forwards, the strength failing her rapidly.

"Bao-dur," she said weakly.

He turned to her, and took her in his arms, "General? Let me help you…" he put his arm around her waist, and walked slowly forward. She draped her arm around his shoulders, and let him lead her.

"I…I'm sorry, Bao-dur."

"Nonsense, General. You have nothing to be sorry for," he reprimanded her gently.

They walked slowly past a dense copse of bushes, and suddenly he stopped. He shook his head, "I cannot believe this…" he said with awe in his voice, "General…" he glanced down at her, her head was hanging down, "…look."

She slowly raised her head and glancing across at him, she saw a wide smile on his face.

"Seems like we have found friends, General," he arched an eyebrow at her.

"Friends?" Jennra whispered weakly.

"Take a look around you," he replied quietly, as he stood away from her, smiling.

She slowly raised her head, and gasped in disbelief as the large shape of the Ebon Hawk loomed above her. The loading ramp was down, and on it was stood a very familiar figure.

Jennra shook her head; "No!" she cried in disbelief, "It can't be…"

The figure ran down the ramp, and strode across to where she stood. "Jennra?" Mical whispered questioningly, as he reached out and placed his hands gently on her shoulders.

She looked up at him, her features hidden by the heavy dark cowl of her robe. Tears ran down her cheeks as she felt the firm pressure of his hands against her robe. She felt hope flutter in her chest.

Mical reached out with both hands, and gently pushed the hood from her face. Her brown eyes gazed up into his, burning a tortured path through to his soul. He was appalled to see the bruising and myriad of cuts that ran over her features. He saw the tears that ran down her cheeks, and he reached out and cupped her face gently, wiping her tears away with his thumb.

"Is it really you?" Jennra asked in a small voice.

Mical nodded slowly, pulling her close to him. His fingers gently brushed a loose strand of dark hair from her face, smoothing it back into place. He leant down and kissed her forehead softly, "I have missed you," he said, his voice breaking with emotion, "more than you can ever know…"

She slipped her arms around his waist, unmindful of the pain that tore through her arm, and hugged him tightly to her, her head resting on his chest. She closed her eyes against the emotions that poured through her; tears fell from her eyes, soaking into his pale Jedi tunic.

Mical rested his chin against the top of her head, slowly stroking her long dark hair. His heart thumped rapidly in his chest, and leaning down he kissed the top of her head lovingly. She raised her face to his, and stared up into his blue eyes. "I love you, Jennra," he whispered softly. He leant down to her and tentatively brushed his lips against hers. He felt her arms slide up around his neck, her fingers gently pushing through his blonde hair and pulling him towards her. She kissed him tenderly.

They parted and he smiled, wrapping his arms protectively around her.

A coughing sounded near them, and they both turned and looked at Bao-dur, who had his hand raised to his mouth.

"The General is hurt," Bao-dur said quietly, "She is need of medical attention."

"Yes, let me tend your wounds," Mical said looking at her in concern.

Jennra nodded, and reaching down, she intertwined her fingers within his. He clasped her hand tightly, and led her across the small clearing to the Ebon Hawk, with Bao-dur walking silently at their side.

They entered the main hold, where the others stood with incredulous looks on their faces. Jennra smiled at them weakly, shocked by the amount of familiar faces that stood there looking at her and Bao-dur with wonder.

"How….why are you here?" she asked feebly.

"They follow you, General, as I do," Bao-dur whispered softly at her side.

Mira gazed at Jennra with wide green eyes, "Are you okay, Jennra? I mean, you're looking kinda pasty," she leant across and hugged the Jedi woman briefly.

Jennra smiled at her, "It's a long story, I will tell you about it some day," she glanced at their faces, "I…I hope you didn't all come here because of me."

"Uh, yeah, well we thought you were in some kind of danger. We didn't realise that you had Bao-dur with you…" Atton replied. He kissed her softly on the cheek, "Its good to see you again, kiddo."

"Atton…Mira, she is hurt. Let me get her to the medlab, so that her wounds can be treated," Mical replied impatiently,

He guided her down the small corridor to the medlab, and sat her down on the low medical table. Bao-dur walked in through the open door, watching Jennra with concern on his face.

"Where are you hurt?" Mical asked her gently.

She grimaced at him through her pain, "My back…and… I took a blaster shot to my elbow."

"Remove your robe," he requested gently.

She shrugged the dark robe off herself, and handed it to him. He placed it on a nearby table.

"I cleaned her up, as best I could," Bao-dur said quietly, "but I have only got basic field training, and my kit was inadequate. No kolto."

"Do you know what happened to her, Bao-dur?" Mical asked quietly as he moved past the tech.

"No, when I found her, she was like this. Apart from the blaster shot. I was there when that one happened," Bao-dur whispered.

Mical grabbed several packs of kolto wraps from the medical locker, and went back across to Jennra. He peeled back her pale tunic with gentle hands, noting with horror, the blood that had soaked through it, and the slashes all along the material. He held his breath as he peeled back the bandages, and looked at the wounds that run across the entirety of her back. He cleaned the wounds gently with a damp towel, "I am sorry, Jennra…this will hurt a little."

She shrugged her shoulders, "Do what you have to, Mical."

He felt a lump come to his throat, as he saw how brave, and matter of fact she was being. These wounds must hurt immensely, he wondered to himself, it's a testimony to her strength that she suffers silently. He opened a pack of kolto wraps and applied the healing balm to her back, smoothing it in place with the palm of his hand. "Let me look at your arm," he demanded gently.

She raised her arm out, and he pulled the sleeve up out of the way. The elbow was scorched, and was starting to swell. Carefully, he wrapped her elbow in the kolto wraps.

"There, done. Now come and lie down. You need some rest," he ordered her gently.

She lay down on her side, watching as he got a blanket from out of a small cupboard. He smiled as he tucked the blanket around her.

"Sleep, Jennra," he reached down and kissed her forehead softly. He turned from her, and with Boa-dur, walked out of the room.

Smiling she closed her eyes, listening to their voices as they walked away.

"The General does like a chocolate."

"Ah yes. She has always been very partial to chocolate as a rule."

Authors note: I decided to rewrite the ending of this chapter (as I did not feel happy with it),and to bring Bao-dur into the scene, as I cannot imagine that he would have just left the Exile, especially after recent events.