A/N: Updated May 4, 2021
A/N: I'm so sorry that it has been so long but c'est la vie. I also just started school again after Christmas break and meant to finish this chapter as a Christmas gift but business got in the way. Updates are going to be so random with all my stories from now on so no promises on when the next update is going to be.
And just to clarify I will only be putting someone's POV if that person is not the main OC-Aarona Pané. Just wanted to say that because I was getting confused. And I wrote it. Anyways hope you like the chapter. REVIEW AND LIKE/FAVORITE! SERIOUSLY DO, IT MEANS A LOT TO ME! Anyways ON WITH THE STORY!
After getting the variable capacitor, battery connector, DPDT switch, and transistors, Blue- our technician clone got to work in fixing up our subspace transceiver.
"This could take anywhere between 10 to 15 days at the least. Other problems might come up so I'll try to keep you posted on how fast I can fix this up." Blue told the crew and me.
"That's okay. Take your time. It'll be awhile before we can get the carbonite insert, gravitic sensor, ion exciter, power coil, and transpacitor." Camille told him.
"Steb, Rocket; help Blue out. The quicker we get this done the quicker we can get back home." I told the clones as I walked away into the spare room Camille said I could use.
"I can't fail them. I have to get them home."
I decided to meditate to clear my head but all I could think about was the offer Camille offered me.
FLASHBACK
"I could show you what happened so then you can prevent it." she told me.
"I'm not the chosen one I can't do that."
Silence.
"Aarona, you can always use the information you get to direct Anakin to choose the light side instead of the dark side. That way he could still keep the title. That way you'll never have all the weight on your shoulders."
I nodded in understanding.
More silence ensued.
"Have you ever thought maybe that could have been the reason behind Anakin's turn? Having the weight of the galaxy on your shoulders?" I asked her
"It's not improbable. He thought he was saving Padme when he saved Sidious' life not dooming her to the outcome of his nightmares."
END OF FLASHBACK
"Should I do it? Should I tamper with fate?"
From inside my room I could hear a noise and it was really loud and super annoying. Leaving my meditation, I went to investigate what in the many galaxies was going on. To my astonishment, it was Camille ...dancing? To the weirdest music I had ever heard.
"What are you listening to?"
"It's called Christmas music," she said as if I was supposed to know what 'Christmas' was, "Right. I guess they don't have Christmas where you are from," she continued after seeing the confusion written all over my face.
"What is Christmas?"
"Oh, well, it's this holiday we have where we cut down trees and sing songs to celebrate the birth of a baby 2,000 years ago, and then the Romans killed him, so we give each other gifts..."
"You guys have a holiday based on that?" I interjected.
"Yeah, it's quite a popular holiday. A lot of the world celebrates Christmas. Personally I am one of them." She told me.
"When is this holiday?"
"It was three weeks ago."
"And you're still listening to it?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said sheepishly, composing herself she cleared her throat and changed the subject, "So did you think about the offer I gave you?"
"Yeah," I answered with a sigh.
"That's okay. I didn't think you would have an answer right away but I thought after giving you a few days you would know," she said seeming to sense my unspoken response.
"I know it's just…" I told her.
"Difficult."
"Yes," I said. After a short pause, "Um... if I may ask, what would you do if you were given the choice?"
"I would probably jump on the opportunity because I've always wanted to know what would really happen if the Emperor didn't rise to power," she answered.
I nodded. It had given me some clarity about what I should do, "Then tell me. Who is Lord Sidious?"
YEARS AGO…...
"Master I know I can do this. I'm old enough to take the trials."
"I know you're old enough but you are definitely not wise enough yet."
"I am too. I'm tired of being treated like a child. You need to learn how to let me grow up!"
"And you need to learn patience, my padawan. Everything will work out the way it needs to."
The padawan, stormed out.
The master sighed in defeat. "How can I teach her control?"
There was shouting and commotion outside the tent and the next thing she knew was a flying sensation, and the breath being knocked out of her after hitting the ground. Getting her bearings, she walked back to where the tent was supposed to be only to spot a familiar looking head among the aftermath. Her padawan.
"No. No. No." she mumbled while running up to her padawan and upon reaching her she realized she was still alive, but was struggling to breathe. Turning her over she saw all the pain she was in written on her face and saw blood trickling from her mouth. Internal bleeding. Which could mean a variety of things, most likely a punched lung with the trouble breathing. When the padawan noticed her master and that it was she who held her she started crying. "I'm sorry master. You were right. I'm not wise enough. I'm sorry I failed you."
"No, I failed you. But it won't matter we will get the medics over here to heal you."
She gave a painful breathy laugh. "We both know there's no time for that."
Crying the master said "No, shhh we'll get help ok we'll get help. We'll get-"
The funeral was too hard for the Master to watch. She should not have had to do this. It should have been her as the pyre lowered into the deep she finally let the tears fall again.
Master Kenobi walked up to her. "I'm so sorry about your loss. Taruna was truly a great padawan. She would have made a great Jedi."
"Yes. I just wish she didn't have to die."
"The whole order does... Master Pane."