Between the Conclaves – 7. Coruscant, Part 1

7. Coruscant

Part 1

Shamila…” The voice sounded vague, far away, yet something about it was familiar.

She slowly opened her eyes. Her look carefully moved around. All she could see was rock, all around her. A cave again… Was she on Kessel, or was it Dantooine? Or… Could it be…? She sat upright, getting a good look of the cave she was in. Her eyes lit up. There was no doubt. Although she had only been there shortly, there was no way she would not recognize this place. Zaloriis. That means, Nill… But, how did I…

“Shamila…” It sounded clearer this time, but somehow she still couldn’t place it.

“Yes?” She replied hesitantly. No reply. She looked to the side. Nothing. “W-who’s there?” she asked somewhat nervously, but gathering all courage she could muster. Silence. “P-please answer me.” The girl stood up, again looking around, listening carefully. Not a living soul seemed to be around. She walked towards the exit. Perhaps the voice came from outside.


Startled the young Padawan let out a shriek. It came from behind her now, again familiar, but this time also cold, and hollow. “P-please… W-who are you?” Shaking slightly she carefully she turned her head, not knowing what to expect.

“Why?” The voice now had a sound of desperation about it as it asked. Shamila gulped. A transparent faintly lighting image stood before her, motionless, continuously staring at her with a sad look in its eyes. “Why, Shamila?” it asked. “Why didn’t you protect me?”

The girl started shaking more wildly, her eyes widened. “B-bultar?”

“I thought we were sisters. Why, why did you kill me?”

Shamila shook her head. “N-no, I didn’t, I didn’t kill you … Bultar, p-please… I…”


She turned her head again. Another familiar sight, as transparent as Bultar’s spirit, towered over her, his look angry. “M-Master. N-no. You too?”

“You didn’t do anything, Shamila,” Vhiran’s voice boomed. It sounded hollow, but at the same time clearly resonated in her ears. It had had a burning, terrifying anger about it, completely overwhelming the young girl. “I died, because you didn’t do anything to help me. You let me die! You killed me!”

“Master!” Shamila fell to her knees, her eyes already red of the tears that rapidly ran down her face. “No, I wanted to help, but I was so scared! Everything went so fast! I didn’t know what to d…”

“You killed us, why?!” Bultar and Vhiran now called out as one. “Why, Shamila?!”

“No! Please! I didn’t want any of you to die!” She buried her face half in her hands. “I didn’t want any of this to happen! Please, believe me! I…”

“Shamila…” A third voice. It was different from the other two, gentler, more alive.

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Ever since a group of shoes held a birthday party a long, long time ago (though in a galaxy not that far away) a little boy’s appreciation for creation was born. And so, throughout the following years shoes partied, a dinosaur travelled through time, oddly shaped football players went on adventures, a young wanderer became a knight, a comedian rose to godhood, Jedi fought an evil empire, a war between cyborg warlords and human-insect hybrids engulfed the world… The boy had learned how with only words on paper (and from times to time a few pictures) he was able to bring people, places, even entire worlds to life. By now that little boy has reached almost the third decade of his life and his love for telling stories has not ceased. And finally, long after he had planned to, he has decided to share these stories with the world. Whether you are a new or already familiar face: welcome to this little archive of mine! This is a place where I will, finally, actually be sharing my writing with others. It will feature pretty much anything I feel like sharing, both old and new stories, fan-fiction and original content, and probably some non-fiction added in at times. So, if you like reading, writing, stories (or me ^_~), drop by, drop a comment (I can’t promise I’ll get back to you quickly, since I’m horrible at that, but I’ll do my best) and, drop it like it’s hot. … Sorry… ^_^; In any case, I hope you’ll enjoy yourself and I look forward to seeing you around!

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