Week 3: Final Straw
(Ganner Krieg - spoilers for the VECTOR issues of Legacy comics)
Truth
Reaching behind the chestplate of his crimson armor, Ganner Krieg pulled out the holo he'd kept there for three? – four years? It was Azlyn, smiling in the sunlight.
Three? Four days? Was that how long it had been since he'd seen her? He'd heard the clash of lightsabers first, then shouts. Azlyn and Skywalker. He ran to her, but they weren't fighting when he arrived. She was in his arms, locked in a lover's embrace. The embrace she'd withheld from Ganner, though he'd have given his life for her.
She might as well have plunged her saber into his heart.
Trust
They'd found her in an spacer cantina – a waif-thin waitress with skittish eyes, always looking around, behind.
When an ominous, robed figure entered the bar, she dropped her tray. A Sith Inquisitor. They'd been prominent a century before and the Usurper had revived them to hunt and kill remaining Jedi after the massacre at Ossus. Dressed in full Imperial Knight armor, he and Draco were not ignored, but they were untouched.
The Inquisitor noticed the girl at the same time that she grabbed his arm in desperation. "Take me with you. Please!"
He felt the Force in her. And terror.
Honor
From that day on, she had never wavered in her devotion to the principles of the Imperial Knights. Ganner's own former master completed her training and he watched and waited - waited until her training was complete and she was of age.
His feelings grew, but he never touched her. He kept his devotion in check and treated her with the utmost respect. She was the brightest spot in his life and he loved her from afar.
She never talked about her Jedi training. Never talked about anyone at all from Ossus. She'd certainly never mentioned that low-life addict, Skywalker.
Loyalty
She never questioned her assignment to find Skywalker and lead her fellow Knights to the Jedi's secret temple. Skywalker accused her of betrayal, but it was no such thing. She'd completed her assignment. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Looking back, it had been a mistake to allow her to return to the Jedi temple. Just seeing her old Master, something started to change in her. Something he was powerless to prevent.
It was their fault, the Jedi. They hadn't judged, but they'd asked questions. Raised doubts.
She had never doubted before. She was too good for that. Too good for them.
Love
And now they had taken her. That blue-skinned Jedi and Skywalker. They had taken her from him and he was powerless once again.
But it would not always be so. Ganner ran his finger over his lightsaber's activation switch and let the anger build, no longer keeping his heart in check.
He'd find her and get her back. And if Skywalker had caused her any pain with just one of his filthy hands…
Draco appeared, no doubt sensing his anger. "Ganner, what -"
"If he's harmed her." Ganner thumbed the silver blade of his saber to life. "I'll kill him."