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Moments ticked by. It had been hours since the Exile, Breanna Hawk, left for the Dantooine Enclave. Four. Five.
Atton Rand grew restless, after winning tons of pazaak games in his head over and over. "Where is she?" he groaned, rubbing his head with frustration. The sound of the ramp being lowered was heard. He leapt up off his seat in the cockpit, tearing off down the halls. He spotted her immediately, her eyes looking puffy and red from crying.
"Breanna? What happened? Where's that witch of yours?" he asked immediately, somehow regretting the mentioning of Kreia. The Exile looked up at him, fresh tears pouring down her cheeks.
"Those handmaidens took her. Kreia had drained the lives of the Jedi Masters…because they tried to strip the force from me," she explained, sobbing as Atton slowly walked closer to her.
Aw, geez. I hope I get something good out of this and not regret it, he thought, gently taking her into his arms. "Shh…it's alright now. But what did the Masters say to you?" he asked as she buried her head comfortably against his shoulder.
"That I was endangering the Republic and everyone around me. A hole in the force, luring my friends down a dark path," she replied brokenly. He felt anger stir within him, but pushed it aside immediately.
Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to the dark side. Sheesh, this jedi stuff you taught me works.
"You aren't a hole or manipulating. That old witch is, not you at all. You've brought me away from the darkness where I could have killed hundreds. You've saved and preserved us, not harm," he said, lifting his fingers to her chin to have her look into his chocolate eyes. The Exile laughed harshly, wiping her eyes with a playful grin.
"Wise words from a pazaak-obsessed scoundrel," she teased, as he shrugged.
"You pick it up around all of you jedi," he said, grinning as he refused to let their gaze break.
"Thanks, Atton. That really helped a lot," she said.
I love it when she smiles…it's so beautiful. Wait? Am I, Atton Rand, going soft for a jedi?
"No problem. Just telling you the true stuff from a rotten old scound-" he began, but stopped abruptly, freezing for a moment. Her lips were pressed gently against his. He slowly wrapped his arms around her thin waist, deepening slowly. Both knew they had to let go soon, as Breanna slowly released. She walked out, stopping at the doorframe. His eyes were locked with hers, unwavering and joy exploding. She chuckled to herself, as she slowly disappeared.
He truly was her angel of comfort.
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