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The drawn-out lines of stars comforted Adrian as he sat in the cockpit of the Jubilant, his family's bronze-hulled, streamlined ship so not beffitting of a Jedi. It had been docked at Hosk Station even before Analia had called Adrian to inform him of Alcor's death.
He had discarded the dressy clothes for a much simpler all black tunic, cinched tightly to his torso by a wide sash. His lightsaber hung to his hip. He looked more like a Jedi now than he had in a long time.
Qailan was with him. He had asked her to come. He didn't know where she was on the ship now, though. He had sat staring at the hyperspace stars since they took off six hours ago, trying to lose himself and ignore the growing, crushing thing that was pressing in on his heart.
They'd be at Alderaan in about seven hours, give or take, and then Adrian would have to confront his cousin, Analia, for the first time in months. He loved her dearly, but right now he wanted nothing but to turn the ship around and head as far rimward as he could.
He had discarded the dressy clothes for a much simpler all black tunic, cinched tightly to his torso by a wide sash. His lightsaber hung to his hip. He looked more like a Jedi now than he had in a long time.
Qailan was with him. He had asked her to come. He didn't know where she was on the ship now, though. He had sat staring at the hyperspace stars since they took off six hours ago, trying to lose himself and ignore the growing, crushing thing that was pressing in on his heart.
They'd be at Alderaan in about seven hours, give or take, and then Adrian would have to confront his cousin, Analia, for the first time in months. He loved her dearly, but right now he wanted nothing but to turn the ship around and head as far rimward as he could.