Chapter 4. Time of Decision
Part 2. Takeoff Into Confusion
While all other ships went away Nor-Ca just stood there, now he finally understood all the damage that had been done. Where can I go?, he thought. The Jedi Order was my only home. Now I got nowhere to go. He sat down on his knees and started to cry, only one of the few times in his life. Please give me a sign where to go, he prayed to the Force, but nothing happened. “Then I will stay in these destroyed halls, until I know where I must go,” he said, and looked up, preparing to head back for his quarters.
Nillanthir looked down to the kneeling form of his former Padawan. He kneeled also and placed his hand on Nor-Ca’s shoulder. “You do not deserve to stay and die. You can come with me to find Master Jordan. I will place you under his care until you are ready to handle yourself. I will help Master Jordan if he is alive and then I will go to the Outer Rim, to the planet Zaloriis. No one else is to follow me. They cannot keep up with the way the land works and it will kill anyone who is not familiar with it. Even a Jedi is no match for the sandstorms in there.” Nillanthir cared for his former Padawan. He did not want to see him waste his life. “Come with me. I may need backup to find Master Jordan.” Nillanthir focused intensely on Nor-Ca’s eyes as he waited for his answer.
Nor-Ca was surprised. He had not noticed his old Master before he had laid his hand on his shoulder. “I will follow you and help you, my old Master. If I would be of any trouble, then I will leave.” Nor-Ca looked to the horizon a last time. “Very well, let’s go then. Why are we waiting here? We will have time to speak later, but for now we must hurry. There is a platoon of clones approaching through the hall.” He jumped up in his ship, the Black Eagle, while Nillanthir got into his fighter and, taking his hand, helped Amakusa in as well. The little Padawan had been quiet all along, and remained silent even as he sat down in the second seat of the starfighter.
Nillanthir could still feel the spark of life inside Jordan. He heard his droid R4-D6 beeping the usual tones when preparing to fly. “Get ready, Nor-Ca,” Nillanthir said over the comlink “Chances are the clones have their LAAT gunships on their way.”
“Lead the way, Nillanthir,” Nor-Ca replied. Nillanthir’s ship then rose and flew out the secret hangar followed by Nor-Ca’s ship.
The last one in the chamber, Nienna jumped into the cockpit of her Jedi Starfighter. Fortunately the Imperial stormtroopers had not shown any interest in the Jedi starships. Or we would not have been able to escape from the furious, lethal attack… While she observed the quick ascension of the other spaceships and she got ready herself to take off, Nienna remembered the little Padawans being murdered despicably and treacherously by the former Jedi Knight Skywalker. She closed her eyes. She could only feel pain and sorrow for the fateful change that the Dark Side had made in Anakin. Her golden-edged starfighter lifted off to the dim sky, leaving behind the obscure smoke and destruction that emanated from the Jedi Temple.