A/N I AM REALLY SORRY IF THIS STORY IS QUITE SLOW GOING, BUT THIS CHAPTER SHOULD CLEAR SOMETHINGS UP. THIS WILL BE SERIOUS AT THE BEGINNING BUT END IN JUST A BIT OF FLUFF :)
Plank was scared if he came to the right conclusion... Slowly, the effects of the tiring day overtook him and he drifted off to sleep.
Plank looked around in dismay, another dream. Similar to the last but not exactly the same. The hallway was on Kamino, in the training facility.
The usually white halls, were cast in an eerie light, something was wrong. Plank involuntarily started walking forwards towards a shadow. It was Boba Fett.
Somehow he was now on a balcony. Boba was afraid, that much was obvious. Pulling a sniper out of a small crevice, he aimed at someone over the balcony.
Plank looked over it a felt a wave fear. Mliss, it was aimed at Mliss. Then he aimed, and took the shot with his eyes close. He missed and Plank sighed in relief. Then he was suddenly on the floor, on the ramp.
"I grow tired of your games," Mliss stated coldly, crossing her arms.
Then Rex bolted in, having heard the shot.
"What's going on here!?" He blurted as he stared at Boba.
Mliss turned her head slightly, "Rex, Mishap, this is Boba Fett."
Rex's gaze dropped to the cadet, then his face froze in anger," Did he do this?"
"I hardly think he would involve himself in the virus. Even if he was willing to take that chance, he has a grudge against Windu. Not his brothers."
Rex relaxed, "Even so, I'd better get him to a cell." He took Boba by the shoulders and led him in front. Boba Fett glanced back at Mliss and asked with his eyes, "Why?"
She answered with an echo in the Force, "Don't do it again."
Plank cocked his head to the side, why did she do that? Boba tried to kill Mliss, why did she help him? Then darkness overtook the scene.
Gasping, Plank sat up, sweat-drenched. Glancing around, he was glad to see his brothers still asleep. Maybe he could go outside, to clear his thoughts. Sitting up he jumped quietly out of bed. With a smile, Plank thought of the last time he jumped secretly out of bed. Geeze that felt like a long time ago. Hopefully, Mliss should be asleep by now.
Creeping out, Plank smiled as he shut the door behind him. Yup, he thought smugly, I am the master of stealth.
"Plank," Mliss's voice greeted him.
"Force!" Plank jumped as he turned around. Mliss was kneeling on the floor with tools in her hand, fixing something in the holo table.
"What are you doing up?"
Plank considered lying but knew she's see right through it. Before he could decide, Mliss spoke up,
"Would you like something to drink?"
He nodded. Well, it was better than telling her the truth.
"How about some Hot Chocolate?"
"What is... Hot Chocolate?"
Mliss grinned brightly, "Only the most exotic, sweet drink in the galaxy!"
Plank grinned back but it was half-hearted, "I'm ready to try anything."
Mliss went in the kitchen and beckoned him in. She reached into the cabinet and pulled out an unmarked tin; then she boiled the kettle and placed out some cups. Probably best if he spoke first.
"So what are you doing up Mliss?"
Mliss replied with a smile, "Miraluka only need a few hours sleep so I tend to have most of the night off."
Plank smiled, "I guess that's why your ship always had it's lights on."
"Yeah, I leave them on in case anyone needs me."
Pouring some milk in the glasses, she stirred them, then put it in front of him. Plank squinted his eyes at it suspiciously.
"It's not harmful in any way," Mliss said as she caught his stare.
Plank looked up sheepishly, then took a sip. It was warm, sweet and slightly bitter.
"It's actually good."
"Was there any ever doubt?"
Plank rolled his eyes, this Jedi! Then Plank remembered his dream. Should I keep it from her? What if Mliss sends me back to Kamino for tests? What if I get my memory wiped?
"Plank?"
"Hmm?"
Mliss cocked her head to the side, "I asked if you'd rather sit near the fire? I don't have strong heaters on my ship."
Come to think of it, he was quite cold.
"Sure."
Plank was still considering whether or not to tell Mliss, so he was surprised to realise that he was outside.
They sat there, on the other sides of the fire, but no one talked. It wasn't awkward but both were deep in their own thoughts. Suddenly a vision sprung up in front of him.
He was on a planet, a jungle planet. Without his consent, he jumped down to the floor from a ship with his weapon raised. There was no sound, it was eerie. All around him, his brothers were fighting and falling but no sound came from them.
Staring upwards, a single sound caught his attention. A huge piece of shrapnel was falling. As it fell, everything froze. Then it hit the floor, smashing all in its way and Plank jerked up.
...
Mliss was caught up in her own thoughts. Plank was acting weird...something was seriously bothering him. She could feel his nightmare but daren't interfere because it seemed... intentional?
Not by him but by the Force. Then Mliss turned towards said-person and gasped. The Force was radiating from him, through her eyes in the force.
His eyes were closed and the muscles in his face were tensed. Mliss hesitated then touched the force around him. As she expected, it was pulsing and flurrying.
Laughing slightly in disbelief, Mliss looked down at her hot chocolate. Plank was Force-sensitive! No kriffin' way.
Mliss knew that the Force prompted her to recruit Plank, despite the poor evidence, but this was beyond anything she had imagined.
"Plank?" Mliss queried.
"Hmm?" Plank looked up, focused again.
"You dropped your drink..." Mliss pointed to the discarded beverage." You seem distant. Is something on your mind?"
"No, but I'm sorry about the hot chocolate."
With a gentle smile, Mliss replied, "No problem."
Plank grabbed his cup and turned to go inside. He stopped for a second, as if he was about to say something, but then carried on.
He's just going to have to learn that I know all. Mliss chuckled at the abstract thought. No way was she an omniscient being.
Standing up, she headed back to her ship. Maybe Plank would be more talkative in the morning.
"Morning!" Mliss cheerfully said to the rising troopers. A chorus of groans met her ears. These guy's seemed to always be in sync.
"Come on, it's not that early!"
Plank sat up from his bed," Just because you don't need 8hrs sleep, doesn't mean we can't have a nice long rest."
"Nonetheless," Mliss continued, undeterred,"There's still droids to destroy. Or I could go by myself..."
"Nope." Plank threw off his covers and began to put on his armour."I'm itching for a fight."
"I've decided," Sly cut in," That destroying droids is now my favourite evening activity. I'm in."
"Yeah!" Crusher roared.
Mliss smirked, I knew that'd get 'em.
"Let's go then."
"Wait a second..." Plank said, catching her plan.
Mliss laughed cheekily, "I've got breakfast in the Kitchen if you want some."
Snipe looked up dreamily," I'm in heaven!"
"You haven't tried it yet," Mliss pointed out.
"Anything is better than ration packets."
Mliss nodded her head in agreement, then headed out. Minutes later, the troops came out, fully dressed.
"And that Mliss," Plank said with a wide grin," Is how you get ready for breakfast, fast."
"Pancakes are on the table."
"Thanks."
After breakfast, they proceeded to destroy the remaining droids on Siccitas.
"We're going back to Coruscant so pack your things" Mliss declared happily.
Plank cocked his head to the side, "You know your ship has all of our
belongings?"
"Yes, I do. You can try out the training hall if you want though."
"Yes please!" Sly said enthusiastically.
Mliss stood up and beckoned them. Climbing the ladder up to the training room, they stepped into it. On the contrary to the training area in the hanger, and Kamino, the walls were a light grey.
"This place has the same sorta technology as the hanger, so please, feel free to have fun."
Everyone rushed over to the weapon cupboard except Plank. Mliss sighed, he was going to have to tell someone or he'll be too distracted. That point was proven when he missed every target available.
"Come on Plank, I know you can do better than that!" Sly said, exasperated after the 5th time failing the same training course.
"Sorry brother, I'll do better," Plank rubbed the back of his neck.
Snipe shook his head lightly, "Let's have a break, let's play some Sabacc." He turned to Mliss, who was hovering in the background."Wanna join Mliss?"
Oh, dear. This will be hilarious...for them. At least it will ease Planks mind.
Letting a small smile flick across her face, Mliss recalled the many, MANY times she's lost in a game of Sabacc.
Plank gave her a suspicious look, "What's so funny?"
"Well...Let's just say that I can't play Sabacc."
Sly raised an eyebrow, "You don't know how to play?"
Mliss felt a crooked grin cross her face, "It's not that I don't know how to play...It's just that I've never won a game of Sabacc in my life."
"You can't be that bad, "Plank reassured her, "Just play one game. If your as bad as you say, you can quit."
Shaking her head, Mliss replied, "Fine, but I will say I told you so."
AT THE END OF THEIR FIRST GAME...
Mliss smacked her head onto the table. When she said she couldn't play Sabacc...she meant she couldn't play it for her life.
"How is that even possible!" Snipe exclaimed,"You literally got the worst cards you could have been given!"
Mliss looked up from the table, "You know, when I said I've never won a game in my life, that includes the times I played against myself."
Plank chuckled lowly at that, "How about one more time. You're bound to get better cards."
"I am only doing this for you guy's." Mliss glared at them but let the cards be dealt.
LATER...
"22!" Plank exclaimed triumphantly. He automatically beat Crusher and Snipe but Sly and Mliss still had a chance. It was Mliss's turn.
Exasperated, Mliss facepalmed."How did you guys talk me into this..."
"You can't get worse than you did last time," Sly said, slightly pityingly.
Begrudgingly, Mliss put down her cards.
"62!" Sly remarked, disbelievingly. Impossible, Plank thought, very amused.
"Wow. You really can't play Sabacc." Plank said with a shake of his head.
Mliss grunted, "I have the worst luck when it comes to this game. ANY other game, I am near perfect but at Sabacc..."
Snipe comfortingly patted Mliss's shoulder.
"I have to admit as sad as it is...it is also hilarious!" Then he burst out laughing. The laughter was contagious and soon, even Mliss was laughing her head off.
"Come on, "Mliss said after she stopped laughing, "Let's train to get our minds off my utter humiliation."
"But we like laughing at your expense!" Plank whined gently.
"Psh," She replied with a smile, "How about we play another game instead. ANYTHING but Sabacc."
Plank grinned evilly,"How about Dejarik?"
Mliss facepalmed.