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They were back in space for just a couple of hours. Nova still felt weird around the friend of her dreams. Even though she had felt a connection of some sort between them, it didn't feel quite right to have him on board. Once more she wished she was a bit older, or at least looked a bit older so people wouldn't get the impression of her being unable to take care of herself. But then again, they all did view her as a child, didn't they? As much as she hated the fact they did, what would she do if she saw a girl her age wandering around just by herself? Maybe it was an honorable move of him after all, to not take account of her wish to travel alone, of her wish to not drag another person into this? She didn't really want to admit it to herself, but he was right. Who would save her next time around?
She could feel the dark spots in his aura, an unspoken threat radiating from their core. And yet his light next to her was as comforting as a if he stroked her cheek. She had encountered him so many times in her dreams, and she had shared time with him in the real world now as well, and yet his aura still felt mysterious, almost alien to her. The space radio was filling the awkward silence between them, but after a while Nova turned down the volume. MU2 was piloting the ship at the moment so didn't had to focus on it for now. She turned her head and her eyes met his. "You know..I havn't told you everything about the Sith on Fest..." she sounded insecure. She clearly did not want him to grab her again, she wasn't all too certain he wouldn't grab her by the hair if she irritated him enough "When I defeated the Sith girl...the other man said something..weird." She didn't continue in speaking, however rather shared her memory with him through their link in the force.
She was lying in the snow. It was cold. She had just killed the Sith girl and yet the rain of bolts had her knees give way in less than a second. She saw the man when he knelt next to her, his clear-cut face, the piercing regard of his golden orbs. His voice was defined by something that came disturbingly close to gentleness "Well done..." what followed was a message also unspoken but clearly vibrating in the force. He wanted her to keep on fighting. He wanted her to know that the redhead had been just her first opponent and the snowstorm would be the real enemy to overcome. Suddenly the Sith turned his head and his eyes darted skywards, as if something had caught his attention. He smiled before he rose and with this the memory ended...
Nova felt ashamed for his words, and she couldn't even tell why. She didn't want a Sith to praise her! And it didn't make any sense either, did it?
Her eyes now lowered to her fingers which were nervously playing "That's really...weird...isn't it?"
She could feel the dark spots in his aura, an unspoken threat radiating from their core. And yet his light next to her was as comforting as a if he stroked her cheek. She had encountered him so many times in her dreams, and she had shared time with him in the real world now as well, and yet his aura still felt mysterious, almost alien to her. The space radio was filling the awkward silence between them, but after a while Nova turned down the volume. MU2 was piloting the ship at the moment so didn't had to focus on it for now. She turned her head and her eyes met his. "You know..I havn't told you everything about the Sith on Fest..." she sounded insecure. She clearly did not want him to grab her again, she wasn't all too certain he wouldn't grab her by the hair if she irritated him enough "When I defeated the Sith girl...the other man said something..weird." She didn't continue in speaking, however rather shared her memory with him through their link in the force.
She was lying in the snow. It was cold. She had just killed the Sith girl and yet the rain of bolts had her knees give way in less than a second. She saw the man when he knelt next to her, his clear-cut face, the piercing regard of his golden orbs. His voice was defined by something that came disturbingly close to gentleness "Well done..." what followed was a message also unspoken but clearly vibrating in the force. He wanted her to keep on fighting. He wanted her to know that the redhead had been just her first opponent and the snowstorm would be the real enemy to overcome. Suddenly the Sith turned his head and his eyes darted skywards, as if something had caught his attention. He smiled before he rose and with this the memory ended...
Nova felt ashamed for his words, and she couldn't even tell why. She didn't want a Sith to praise her! And it didn't make any sense either, did it?
Her eyes now lowered to her fingers which were nervously playing "That's really...weird...isn't it?"
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