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Chapter 5: Memories
The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant. ~Salvador Dali
Tavae's audience almost reeled at the intensity of the emotion that she was releasing. Yuan and Satele gasped and quickly shielded. Orgus was not as lucky. As he had traversed his training bond to see what was going through her head, so too was he swept up in the play by play of his student's reminiscence.
She stood on the landing platform of the hangar bay of the Voidstar. Stormy to her left and Foggy to her right, she smirked a little just now realizing that she had never called either by anything but the knicknames they had first introduced themselves with. A warm embrace from behind and the resulting wolf whistles from the afore mentioned persons briefly raised an annoyance in her. "You ready for this?" came the rich baritone of her forbidden partner.
"You know I am never truly ready, but what will be will be and you must really stop that." She raised her voice. "Those two my see fit to turn us in!"
"Pfft! Ms. I-Am-the-Most-Strait-Laced-Jedi-Evar thinks we have it in us to tell on her!" She was given a saucy wink as they jumped down.
He watched as her brow knit in puzzlement at the strange comment, then caught the bare whisper of the man who hadn't taken his arms from around her. "In case you hadn't figured it out, they are an item. The last thing they want is it getting back to the higher ups." He gave her a quick peck. "Now let's get down there and keep them alive Tana my love." He steps back and gets a running start, skirting her as he leaps down to the hangar below. She soon follows suit and the battle is on.
Orgus continues watching from his high vantage point and notes that as the memory plays it goes from black and white around the edges to mostly gray with hints of color here and there in the center of vision. Much like early Holoflicks. It is when the scene goes from that comfortable worn feel to the jarringly surreal of over saturated color that he starts to think something is amiss.
She bounced from opponent to opponent, using her agility to distract as many as she could from her sage and other friends. The faded white of the lightning that slips past her block flashes to an intense blue and the recipient falls to the core floor breathing no more. Too little too late Tavae sears a hole through the Sith's chest instantly moving on to the next target.
He notes the tears welling up in her eyes as she continues on fighting. The sense of duty he feels overpowers her feeling of loss. Her voice rings in his head, "The time to grieve fully will be later. Others my yet survive, though without his healing it is looking grim." One by one the other take on that vivid hue just prior to their fall. The clash of colors is enough to make him start feeling ill. How can she be living with this in her head. Her electric purple blade burns through it's last chest just as Master Shan's voice cracks over the comms. "The Download is completed. Return to your drop ship and await orders at fleet.
Unbidden, he feels his feet carry him toward her. He looks down to see hands that are not his own as he touches her on the shoulder. She looks over her shoulder at him from where she had sunk to her knees. The tear stains on her face are a testament to the out let of her emotions. He senses her initial happiness at having sensed his presence, but it quickly turns to confusion and shock.
He catches a brief glimpse of the face of the Sith she had mortally wounded moments before they black out.
When their eyes open again it is to the harsh overhead light of one incandescent bulb swaying in a draft. The feel of arms around a small frame and the soft sound of a soothing shushing noise eased the shudders that coursed through the small frame.
"Another nightmare my little one?"
He feels the little head bob in an affirmative manner, a hiccupping sigh answering the adult.
"Tell me about it little one."
He feels the fear return but also the resolve to face it, because it always felt better after sharing. The words tumble out of her mouth almost too fast to be understood. "Mama, there were lots of bad men. I was older. I was Jedi. I beat the bad men up, but all my friends died. Then I thought I felt daddy behind me, only it wasn't it was one of the bad men. He knocked me out. I could feel him dragging me somewhere before I fully lost consciousness."
"My sweet, I know you cling to the hope that your father will return but you shouldn't. He left without a word. He didn't take a thing with him save a few credits. He is not going to return."
The negative shake of the head isn't what surprises him. Her next words do. "Oh but he is here, you just can't feel him!" With that sullen whisper, the child snuggles into her mother's embrace and drifts into a contented slumber.
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