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Trevor made some comments about the ship before going to sleep in the back, leaving the Jedi at the controls. Ferus, now pleased with the distance he had made between them and Damoniia, set in the coordinates before leaning back in his chair. That had been quite an adventure.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For helping me back there. It was not your fight but mine and I am grateful that you were there with me. You may have left the Order at eighteen but you are still a Jedi to me."

"That's funny, someone else told me the same thing" Ferus couldn't hold back a slight smile.

"Obi-Wan?" she asked now looking at him.

Ferus nodded. He had almost forgotten how odd it felt when a Jedi seemed to be reading your mind. She seemed to sense this and turned back to the front. Ferus stretched his legs just above the control panel and clasped his hands behind his head. His leg was pulsing but there was no pain. It had been healing since he had escaped the prisons on Bellassa with the care of Dona. With the help of the Force, of which he had been regaining, it was beginning to heal faster. The excitement that day seemed to have agitated it. The feeling would pass, he knew.

Tallissee got up and walked to the back. Ferus heard some ruffling before she returned to her seat with two reflective bags.

"You want the Rangorian tox or the Safeerian breik?"

"Whichever."

She handed him the tox and they began eating. It was almost eerie in the silence with just the sound of their chewing, their bags ruffling, and Trevor snoring. Ferus shuffled his feet a little. When he finished he crumpled the bag and Tallissee held out her hand to add it to hers but she did not get up to throw them away, instead she sat there staring at the floor.

"Even when I was surrounded by so many people, even the ones fighting with the Jedi, I felt out of place. Like I was in a dream that I knew would eventually end but I did not know if I would be able to make it."

Ferus looked at her. He didn't know what to tell her. When he had been separated from the Jedi it had been under different circumstances. He had left after the death of a fellow Padawan that he had felt responsible for and wandered the galaxy for a while before finding his place on Bellassa with his partner and friend Roan, of whom had been captured with him but was now fine and back on the planet. Tallissee on the other hand had been turned on and had watched her master be shot down by those who had been created to help them. Once he might have known what to say to her but now . . .

"It took me a while" she continued, "to see that the Damoniians were my allies that I had to rely on for survival. That I could trust them with my life as I had trusted the Jedi. I will miss them but I know I have done what I was meant to do. I started the spark of rebellion."

Ferus had not missed the "had" when she spoke of the Jedi. It reminded him of the first times he had talked to Roan about his past. He used the past tense as well. The feeling was different with this conversation. She wasn't talking about leaving the Order but never seeing it again. As if she had given up hope that they would ever return. He knew that they would though. Obi-Wan was "waiting" for that moment despite the fact that neither seemed to know when that moment would be.

"When I started the Eleven I wasn't entirely sure what I was doing. It had been years since my training at the Temple but I still remembered most of the lessons. They helped me reach the Bellassans. Being an outlander added a new challenge to this but Roan helped me. Even before the Empire I had my doubts about what we were doing but I had Roan to get me through. Eventually my circle grew and that circle became the core of the Eleven."

"At the beginning I didn't know who I could trust or even if I still could. That went away after a time. I never quite felt the same as I had around the Jedi and now I know that it is not a bad thing but it is not an easy thing either. My world changed before the galaxy did and I think that did me good." He looked at her and the look in her eyes lightened a touch. "All I am saying is that it takes time but if you give it that faith, trust, and acceptance will happen."

She nodded in acknowledgement and slid deeper into her chair and crossed her legs on the consol as well. He checked on their progress before settling himself on the sleep couch adjacent from the still snoring Trevor who had just rolled over onto the floor. He didn't wake up, though. Instead he snuggled his face deeper into his elbow. Ferus had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Soon he fell asleep as well leaving, Tallissee to her thoughts.

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Tallissee checked on the controls and navigation to familiarize herself with their transport. It would be invaluable if something were to happen, not that she was expecting anything. It was her nature as a Jedi to make sure she was able to know what might come in handy. Everything seemed to be alright and, satisfied, she let it go.

She looked back to see how the guys were doing. Both were now deeply asleep. Trevor was motionless, enough so that she was tempted to check on him but was stopped as he let out a gigantic snore. Ferus rolled over onto his left side and then back to his right. Apparently he was a bit of a barrel roller. She smiled to herself before leaning back in her chair and closed her eyes, her hands clasped behind her head. It seemed to be a long time since she last relaxed.

As she lost consciousness dreams began to swarm past her closed eyes; images of Jedi fighting to the end. Her master beside her and the troopers following close behind. Their lightsabers were a whirl as they deflected crossfire from Trade Federation droids. Suddenly everything stopped and she turned around. The troops were leveling their guns at her master, Meecro, who apparently didn't notice. She shrieked out to him to warn him. He looked at her with a face of confusion. Then the stormtroopers opened fire as she screamed again in pain and tried to rush forward. Just as the troopers noticed her and prepared to fire beings rushed out and covered her with their cloaks. Her dream ended with Meecro's final cry and her eyes flying open.

Her breathing came fast but she had become use to these awakenings. This dream had haunted her since the Army of the Republic had turned on the Jedi. She could never forget what happened to her master and those they had fought so hard to help. Never would she forget the betrayal of the Chancellor, Palpatine, who had turned out to be the very Sith Lord they had been trying to find since the apprentice Darth Maul had appeared. That had been the beginning of Anakin Skywalker, she thought darkly.

Without a word or even a sound she made her way past the sleepers to the sleeping quarters at the back of the ship. She did not wish to share these intimate feelings with anyone just yet. There was much to think about. Unknown to her a pair of eyes watched her pass.

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