The Klatoonian smiled at her necklace, a heart locket as white silver as Sareen's hair with electric blue engravings on the sides giving it the appearance of wings. He grabbed it, holding it in his meaty red hand.
"I like this." He moved his face closer, allowing her to see every vein in his bloodshot eyes.
The second the warm metal left her chest, pure rage crashed over her. A stream of fear began to strangle her heart as she realized what was about to happen. But it was too late.
She desperately tried yank her chin out of his grip, to escape before it happened, but he was too strong. The darkness quickly swallowed her until the world blurred. In that instance, she felt powerful, in control, like she was finally home.
Then it vanished, and all she was left with was an icy feeling in her heart, and fear. Uncontrollable, heart stopping fear.
As she regained her sight, she realized she was standing, one, outstretched hand facing a twitching red figure crumpled against the front wall. The cloaked man from the bar was the only sentient standing beside the goons.
Time, which seemed to have frozen, sped up at a dizzying speed as three very large creatures ran towards her at once. Her hand, which was still frozen in the air instinctively snatched her lightsaber off her left hip. Activating it and swinging in one swift movement, she sliced through two of them, the bright white blade cutting the one in half and lopping off the other's arm and head.
It seemed like a dream, or rather a nightmare, time once again slowing to a halt as she watched the two bodies fall lifeless to the ground. The head rolled, stopping at her boot. It's clouded eyes stared up at her, the remanence of an anger still in them.
This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't the plan at all. She had just wanted to get away for a while, to not be followed by guards constantly, to not see the disappointment in her father's eyes, but as those lifeless eyes burned into her brain she knew she had done much worse than she had ever thought was possible. She had killed someone. No, two someones.
She stumbled back a step, using the bar for support. She numbly recalled three beings jumping for her. Quickly scanning the room as she tried to keep her lunch down, she saw a tail disappear out the door. Everyone else was cowering, afraid. They stared at her like she was a monster. No, not everyone. Two, bright green eyes kept her gaze, filled with, surprise? Worry? It was hard to tell. She deactivated her lightsaber and shakily put it back in her makeshift holster.
The walls felt like they were closing in. Raising a shaky hand she gently touched her locket, the melt melting the ice around her mind. Without anything else to keep her there, she did the only thing she could. She ran. She pushed her legs forward, stumbling. They were numb, in fact, her whole body was numb. Suddenly, her body didn't even feel like her own.
She ran through the alleyways and streets, swerving around sentient and the occasional fruit stand. She grasped her locket, rubbing it furiously as if it would wake her up and she would find herself in her mother's embrace. But that wouldn't happen, she knew that. She ripped up her mask and hood with her other hand, blinking back hot, stinging tears.
Sareen finally came to her senses as her legs buckled under her. Now that she wasn't moving, her body instantly rejected the idea of any food, even previously eaten. When her stomach was finally empty, she realized she was kneeling on a giant sand dune overlooking the city. From there she could see storm troopers pulling down decorations left over from the speech. A familiar, bossy officer running them around.
She wiped off her mouth on the sleeve of her cloak and forced herself up. Her body made its protests very clear, but she ignored the pain and slowly made her way down.