Nillanthir managed to wake up, but all he could see was the ground. He did not know how long he had been passed out, but he rose to his feet barely. He reached out and began to heal his wounds a little more. He could feel his body being better once again. Nillanthir looked behind him and saw the corpse of Aoshi. He looked down with sympathy.
“Aoshi…” Nillanthir said silently “I never thought I would have had to fight you again… The least you deserve is a proper burial…” Nillanthir then reached for his lightsaber and began to cut into the ground to make an outline of a rectangle in the ground, then divided it up into sections. He deactivated his lightsaber and used his hands to remove the dirt and rock, this process taking a long time since he had no tools other than his lightsaber. Nillanthir then dug the hole and proceeded to bury Aoshi’s body.
The silence of the cave was quietly disturbed by the prayer of Nillanthir to his fallen friend. Nillanthir then felt the presence of two people. Clone troopers. He silently hid in the shadows and watched the two clones wander into the cave. He then thought of something. These clones would live. Nillanthir then simply waited and watched the two clones as they searched the area, unable to find their target. They then found the gravestone of Aoshi.
“What’s this grave doing here?” said one of the clones.
“The dirt has been moved recently,” the other said. “Whoever this is, they died recently and was just buried.”
Nillanthir then reached out with the Force and tugged at both the clones minds, then nudged them slightly and pressed his will into them.
“Zerati is dead,” said the first clone.
“Yeah. We better report this,” said the other clone as he raised his left hand to the side of his helmet.
“HQ, this CC-0421. We have checked the cave and it is confirmed that the Jedi is dead,” said the clone.
Silence then filled the chamber as the clones looked as if they had received a response. “Understood, moving out,” the clone said again. The two clones then jogged out of the cave and back to Zaloriis City.
Nillanthir quietly stepped out of the shadows and watched the two clones go further and further away from his cave. I have to do what I can to prevent the Empire from progress, Nillanthir thought to himself. I have to prevent the machine I saw from being a reality. I hope everyone will be ok… Including… Nillanthir then reached into his clothing and pulled out the stone and looked up into the sky.
“I do not want anyone else to help me… The survival of the Jedi rests on you all. Take care and May the Force be with you.” With that Nillanthir started to walk off when he felt a small weight suddenly tug him back. He looked behind him to see small eyes filling with tears.
“I don’t want you to die!!” Shamila suddenly yelled. Nillanthir’s heart felt like it was sinking. He went down on one knee and grabbed Shamila by her shoulders.
“I won’t die yet,” Nillanthir said calmly. “I have to do this and you must leave. I don’t know if we’ll see each other again, but I know that you will be strong one day. You must protect the innocent.” Nillanthir then held Shamila’s hand open with one hand and his other hand reached for his wing. He silently counted to three in his mind and grabbed the biggest feather of his wing and pulled, his face suddenly winced at the stinging sensation pulling the feather out caused. He then placed the feather in Shamila’s hand and he closed her fingers around it. “This shall be for you to remember me by. Look after Vhiran and Bultar. The Force will watch over you always.” Nillanthir then leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
“And I intend to keep that promise,” Nillanthir said quietly and he sent one last message to Shamila as he thought of her.
Take care of yourself, Shamila. If we are to meet again, then may it be a day we will never part again… Nillanthir then turned and walked into the caves, waiting for the time to hunt for his prey…
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