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The young, sixteen year old Padawan walked aimlessly through the small ship she'd boarded. She still had her Padawan robes on and her blue Lightsaber at her side, and both items attracted stares from the small number of passengers that had boarded the transport, but the dispositions of the people delivering those stares was unknown to her. She was too lost in her own thoughts and memories to bother finding out. As she walked, she mapped out the layout of the ship in her mind. If her limited knowledge served her right, it was a modernised version of a hundreds of years old YT-series transport. She wasn't quite sure which version it was a remake of, however.
She let out a sigh as she continued walking, completely oblivious to anyone and everyone else aboard the ship with her. She made her way past the cabins, past the storage lockers and the cockpit, past the holo table and one of the two escape pods, all without taking any notice of it all. Before she realised it, she was standing in a cargo bay, completely alone. The emotions that had been running rampant throughout her body for the past few hours had finally dissipated upon finding this ship. The fear, the anger, the hate, all of it had drained away upon realising she'd found a way to escape. For a few brief moments she had been filled with elation. Now, however, she was just exhausted, both physically and mentally. She felt detached from everything. She'd lost the ability to sense her Master an hour ago, but was only now realising what that meant. It would probably be a while before she came to terms with all of it. She had taken lives and seen lives taken. She had fought tooth and nail for her life. She had spilled blood in the name of Coruscant and the Jedi. Not once, though, had she ever come up against another Force user. Every battle had been against those who couldn't sense the Force. The Imperial soldiers had been quite easy to deal with in comparison to the Mandalorians, but neither had been easy, and not once had she enjoyed it. Quite the opposite, in fact. She'd been terrified the entire time, and at many points quite sure she'd die.
Without realising it, Sara had dropped in to a cross-legged sitting position and removed the necklace from around her neck. The little flower charm attached to it twirled slowly in her fingers. Usually it was enough to calm her, if she focused. Right now, though, she felt calm enough. What the inexperienced girl didn't realise, however, was that it wasn't calm she was feeling. It was detachment stemming from overloaded senses. Everything she'd seen, everything she'd heard, felt and done, it had all been too much for her mind to handle. If there were any Force users nearby, it would be an easy thing for them to spot such an anomaly in her feelings; in the waves of the Force she was projecting unknowingly, and they would immediately know what it meant. She wasn't so lucky in that regard. She had never experienced such things before, and, inexperienced as she was, her brain had managed to deceive her in to believing she was indeed calm and sound of mind. The truth, though, was the opposite. She'd lost her Master, her home planet and her innocence all at once. Such things always left scars, whether the owner of said scars realised it or not.
"Master, I'm sorry," she voiced quietly as she sat in the middle of the cargo bay.
She let out a sigh as she continued walking, completely oblivious to anyone and everyone else aboard the ship with her. She made her way past the cabins, past the storage lockers and the cockpit, past the holo table and one of the two escape pods, all without taking any notice of it all. Before she realised it, she was standing in a cargo bay, completely alone. The emotions that had been running rampant throughout her body for the past few hours had finally dissipated upon finding this ship. The fear, the anger, the hate, all of it had drained away upon realising she'd found a way to escape. For a few brief moments she had been filled with elation. Now, however, she was just exhausted, both physically and mentally. She felt detached from everything. She'd lost the ability to sense her Master an hour ago, but was only now realising what that meant. It would probably be a while before she came to terms with all of it. She had taken lives and seen lives taken. She had fought tooth and nail for her life. She had spilled blood in the name of Coruscant and the Jedi. Not once, though, had she ever come up against another Force user. Every battle had been against those who couldn't sense the Force. The Imperial soldiers had been quite easy to deal with in comparison to the Mandalorians, but neither had been easy, and not once had she enjoyed it. Quite the opposite, in fact. She'd been terrified the entire time, and at many points quite sure she'd die.
Without realising it, Sara had dropped in to a cross-legged sitting position and removed the necklace from around her neck. The little flower charm attached to it twirled slowly in her fingers. Usually it was enough to calm her, if she focused. Right now, though, she felt calm enough. What the inexperienced girl didn't realise, however, was that it wasn't calm she was feeling. It was detachment stemming from overloaded senses. Everything she'd seen, everything she'd heard, felt and done, it had all been too much for her mind to handle. If there were any Force users nearby, it would be an easy thing for them to spot such an anomaly in her feelings; in the waves of the Force she was projecting unknowingly, and they would immediately know what it meant. She wasn't so lucky in that regard. She had never experienced such things before, and, inexperienced as she was, her brain had managed to deceive her in to believing she was indeed calm and sound of mind. The truth, though, was the opposite. She'd lost her Master, her home planet and her innocence all at once. Such things always left scars, whether the owner of said scars realised it or not.
"Master, I'm sorry," she voiced quietly as she sat in the middle of the cargo bay.
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