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Eva's Message To Jedi Master Arda Breaux A Message Beyond -Theme- The Oberon was completely empty, and devoid of all life when it landed. Nikka Toren's tools and sketches had been still where she last touched them. Tippy had been silent since landing; Eva as well, which was an oddity for...

For a moment... only a moment... her left hand ghosted up, feather-light, to trail over his face. It then moved down his neck, down his arm, until it trailed up the lightsaber hilt. Her hand rested lightly over his own, thumb over the activation stud with his as she continued to tilt her face up...

She paused for a moment, thinking it over. To know someone was not doing well on the inside... perhaps, for a sighted person, it was difficult to process. It was a hard thing to understand... but she would explain the best way she knew how. "Some of those who come to the infirmary come because...

She was not afraid. She was not anything anymore. As he spoke, as his voice echoed in the caverns, she knew. She knew that voice. Knew it so well, she could hear it in her heart. Remembered the many ways he had said her name. In anger. In frustration. ...In awe. And in the few moments he...

She knew. She knew the moment she had gotten the message. And the placement of their meeting... had it been the lakehouse or the penthouse, she might have foolishly hoped otherwise. But back to Ilum... back to a place that was hostile, to a memory that meant her first true test... He was...

She raised her brows slightly, but that was the only indication to any emotion that the Knight dared to show. True indeed, hard, stubborn... worn to the ends of the ropes, it seemed. It gave her a better appreciation of the true depths of what Terminus had fallen to; it was already a planet that...

She snorted at that thought, which melted into a laugh. She slowly rolled upright, giving him a small smirk of amusement, a chuckle rolling past her lips one last time before she spoke. "You're forgetting the part the Emperor's secretly my cousin off to get my fortune, and that I'm the best...

She let out a soft huff of part indignant disbelief, part laughter at him teasing her. She merely perked a brow, the smile slowly returning to her lips at him considering her to think of making him a diplomatic mission. Though it was true in the past... she knew what was inevitable. He would...

She laughed aloud at Ner's surprised exclamation. The moment the Twi'lek was close enough, she embraced her firmly, brows raised and lips turned into a bittersweet smile. She was still somewhat ready to leap into the fray, but this woman seemed more likely to step back and review before leaping...

The woman kept a clipped pace as they continued, posture stiff and tall despite being only a few inches taller than the Knight. Her coat drifted slightly in the breeze as she tilted her chin slightly back to give him a side eye; the two orderlies that came with her were supplied with facial...

She mumbled a soft song under her breath, but the eerie feeling in her chest now prickled at the nape of her neck. Something felt... off. An edge of awareness that something was horribly wrong. Her specialty was not in the electronic function of them, but in their physical mechanics...

Her Padawan still relied heavily on his sight; her face was kept neutral as the pair of them sparred, fingers laced together. An eyeless observer watched patiently; to some, perhaps, it sounded like a punchline. But most movements, as he would soon learn, were not to be made with the eyes. He...

She needed this. Sometimes, it was too much to feel all those eyes, those voices calling out, hands gripping her in pain or mute in their dying moments, there were so many bodies that she sometimes forgot what it meant to be held by a living man. He felt real enough. He sounded real enough. But...

She recalled the moment her Master instructed the build of her own lightsaber. The many pieces and parts coming together... she was told that her twin kyber crystals were nestled within very unique hilts; she could always sense them strapped to either hip, their strength a symbol of her own...

She let out a slow exhale, palms settled on her knees at his soft exclamation. She bowed her head slightly, her voice slightly hushed, calm and gentle. "Yes. What you caught a fleeting glimpse of... that Light. That feeling. That is how I see things. All is connected. And even painful, terrible...