Chapter 2. Reunion
Part 2. Fateful Encounters
While Nienna awaited Zerati’s return with the other Jedi survivors, she thought about how her own return had been. She had arrived on Zaloriis guided through the Force by Nillanthir. The ship was almost intact and was soon hidden in one of the nearby caves after its landing on the sandy ground of the planet. It had the Republic badge yet, now the Imperial badge, Nienna thought, feeling a shiver go down her spine again. When she met the remaining Jedi inside the cave and Zerati told her what had happened to the others, the execution of the Order 66, her first reaction had been to deny it. Because it meant that her Master had died. Her entire world had fallen in thousand pieces in less than one second. Her Padawan life in the Jedi Temple had reached its end. She looked at her lightsaber. The Trial for her Knighthood was supposed to be in a few days, but there would be no Trial after all. The Jedi Council was now a past memory. The few living members of the Council now were fugitives. Like herself.
Both Vhiran and Bultar greeted Nillanthir with a short bow. “We wouldn’t have gotten this far without you, Nillanthir,” Bultar said softly.
Vhiran nodded. He smirked and put an arm around Bultar’s shoulder in reply to Nillanthir’s question. Bultar smiled and put her arm around Vhiran’s waist. It had been on Talus, just before they encountered Kahbur. They were hiding from a force of clone troopers stationed on the planet and the chance they would not be discovered was nearly zero. It was in that moment that might have been their last, that Vhiran had finally managed to tell Bultar what he had felt all this time, and so had Bultar. It had meant a powerful beacon of light for both in these dark times and had strengthened their will to live on.
During the silence that had fallen upon the reunion of the Jedi, Shamila had been staring in amazement at Nillanthir. She had encountered many species on her journeys with Master Loria Ashukahwa, but none were like this one-winged man. She only barely stopped her jaw from dropping.
Noticing this, a slight grin appeared on Vhiran’s face. “Shamila, meet Master Nillanthir Zerati. Nillanthir, my Padawan Shamila.”
Shamila made a polite bow. “A pleasure, meeting you, Master Zerati,” she said in a shy tone.
Nillanthir smirked when he saw Shamila gaze at him. It was not often you met someone with just a single wing.
Vhiran now looked seriously from Bultar to Nillanthir. “I think we should be heading back to the others. Are they inside?” he asked, inclining his head to the caves.
“Yes the others are inside, I’ll take you in,” Nillanthir calmly said and led the trio inside.