Chapter 3. Heart of Fire
Part 2. Uncertainty
Jordan hopped into his ship, an abandoned ARC-170 starfighter he took from his old ship’s crash site. His little astromech droid had been severely damaged in the Silver Horn’s crash, but it had survived and cheerfully beeped as Jordan approached.
“It’s time, R5. We’re heading back for Coruscant.”
“Bwoooop…,” R5 let out an unsure sound.
“Yes, I know it is,” The Jedi Master sighed. “Don’t you worry. I’ll be careful, alright.”
“Beep beep breeep!” The droid’s top shoved open. With a hissing sound, two lightsabers popped out and landed into Jordan’s hands.
“I don’t know what I would have done without you, R5.” With a grin Jordan attached the spare sabers to his belt. “Right, let’s go then.”
“R5, turn off auto pilot,” Jordan said to his loyal astromech as he saw the asteroid field near Coruscant up ahead, and took the controls.
“Beep BEEP BOOP BWEEEEP!” the little droid beeped in panic.
“Clone starfighters, hmm? Just perfect. How many on the scanners?”
“Forty-three? Well, I’m glad my pilot skills have not turned rusty.” Jordan began flying all over the asteroid field, dodging every shot. He made his flying appear random, which seemed to worked. Explosions were everywhere, shards of rock spraying all around. “I’ll take us closer to the planet.” Using the Force, Jordan took a dive and get into Coruscant’s atmosphere. “I think we lost them. R5. Take us in and land in the lower city.”
Nillanthir stepped back into the cave, carrying a few nerfs that he hunted over his left shoulder. He used his wing to provide shelter over his kills to prevent them from expiring quickly. As he brought them into the caves and small beads of sweat covered his forehead, he forgot what it was like to hunt food for his adopted family let alone bigger numbers such as the group that was with him in the caves. He was able to prepare the meat in time before the sun went down. Sometimes he missed this when he was in the Jedi Temple.
It was deep in the night, but Nillanthir couldn’t sleep. He still couldn’t sleep ever since the attack on the Temple. He nearly died time and time again and he felt guilty for not being able to save all the other Jedi. He had to get out of the caves. The feelings of all the peaceful aura of the others sleeping irritated him slightly. He wanted to have at least one night of decent sleep. He looked over at Vhiran with Bultar cuddling up to him in her sleep. His heart was both warm and aching. He missed that feeling of being with someone. He couldn’t take it anymore, he got up and, using the skills he picked up from the Onimaru Group, sneaked outside to try and avoid waking the others.
He wandered around trying to lose the thoughts of guilt in his mind. He knew he couldn’t do anything to save them, but he knew something like that was going to happen. He couldn’t help but feel partially responsible. The survivors would be hunted down by Skywalker and Palpatine and it was up to him now to protect the Jedi that were now sleeping in the caves. He looked up at the two moons. He missed his home planet. It truly did have some beautiful sites. Nillanthir sat down in the sand and was lost in thought.
“I wish I could have done more,” Nillanthir said to himself.
“Don’t blame yourself, my Master. You know you could not have done more than you already did,” Nor-Ca spoke through the Force in Nillanthir’s mind. “And don’t worry about Jordan. If he will come to Coruscant, I will watch over him without that he will know it. Be strong and have hope, and the Light will come back.”