Chapter 6. Last Dance
Part 1. The Gathering Storm
They ran as fast as they could, the two Knights and the Padawan, in the dark night through the stretched out deserts.
“A little longer now. We’re almost there,” Vhiran called to Bultar and Shamila as they all continued towards the Lancet starfighter with which they had arrived on Zaloriis. Shamila ran quickly ahead of the two older Jedi, seemingly inexhaustible. Vhiran wasn’t surprised with the speed and stamina of his young Padawan. She had proven to be very strong in the Force and had many talents that were yet to be brought to light.
When the ship appeared in the distance, Shamila suddenly stopped in her tracks, still clinging to the silver feather Nillanthir had given her. She clenched her empty fist and while looking over her shoulder she turned to Vhiran. “Master, is there no way we can get back to help him?” she asked and almost immediately looked at the ground disappointed when her Master softly shook his head in reply.
Vhiran kneeled down and put a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Shamila, Nillanthir told you he wouldn’t die, right?”
Shamila nodded softly. “Yes…”
“Then he won’t die,” Vhiran continued with a smile. “Simple as that.”
“How can you be so sure, Master?”
“Just trust me on this,” Vhiran said. “We’ve been good friends for a very long time and I know him well enough to know he’ll make it through this.”
Shamila nodded. “I just wish, we could help him, somehow,” the girl said sadly.
“We all do, Shamila. We all do,” Bultar said kindly while she put her hand on Shamila’s head.
Vhiran stroke through his short beard. “There’s one thing we can do.”
Shamila’s eyes lit up at her Master’s words. “Yes?!”
“But, the chances will be that if we do it, the Empire will probably know this ship. Then we’ll have to cancel our stop to Talus and head straight for Nar Shaddaa. It’ll be very risky. We…”
“Stop it, Vhiran. Let’s just do it.” Bultar smirked. “We’ll all feel bad if we won’t.”
Vhiran grinned. “Let’s get to it then.”