Chapter 15
Vicky:
The Jedi Council Chambers were, to put it simply, designed to impress.
It was minimalist to the point of seeming near spartan in its furniture, but that was as far as that brand of austerity went.
The floors were marble, or the equivalent to marble in this galaxy. Simple but beautiful renditions of plants, almost like olive branches, splayed around the center ring, pointing towards the center of the room. She wondered if it was merely a trick of the eye made by the design and colors, or if, indeed, the central floor was just
ever so slightly domed so that the person in the center would be elevated just that little bit when he spoke.
To top it off, surrounding the room were great glass panes, almost three times her height and twice as wide as she could reach if she spread her arms out as far as they would go. It provided a dominating view over this whole city-wide planet, letting her see the ships flying this way and that way across the skyline… or would they be called cars instead of ships?
"Your thoughts, interesting they are, hmm?"
She turned her head, surprised that she didn't have to look down, and found Little Green in a tiny little hoverchair beside her. His legs were crossed, and that stupid stick lay across his knees. It made him look even smaller. She thought it made him look cute rather than wise, if that's what he was going for.
She offered a grin in response. "Not unless you wanna go over the finer points of room decor," she shrugged.
To be honest, she was more than happy to focus on something so… irrelevant. Especially as the fluttering nervousness in her stomach continued to mount in disquieting anticipation. It was
easier, after all, to ignore that this Council was supposedly going to help because: A) they were stuck in space and came from a planet no one seemed to have heard of, and B) that someone had screwed with her head.
One or both of those things would be addressed in just a few more minutes. And one or both answers could shape everything about her life going forward.
So yes, she had the right to be nervous.
She cast a look to her left, wondering if Taylor felt the same nervousness, but found the dark haired girl staring out one of the large windows, arms crossed and posture tense.
Yeah… she was nervous too. Either that or thinking how to take over territory in a city like this. Villains did that, right?
She felt a smirk tugging at her lip. "One sec, Green-Bean."
"Hrmph," she heard, and came to the distant realization as she floated away that she
may have just dodged a stick whacking by virtue of being out of arm's reach… for the moment, anyway.
She floated up behind Taylor, the brunette catching sight of her in the window's reflection. Taylor turned, looking at Vicky over her shoulder.
She didn't smile, but she did step aside, as if inviting Vicky to stand next to her.
"Penny for your thoughts?" she asked, the soles of her shoes landing softly atop the marble.
Taylor shook her head, typing out a quick reply.
"Can't afford it even at that price. Too many to count."
The smile that came to Vicky then was genuine, but a sad sympathy lingered at its edges. "So you're nervous too, huh?" she ventured a guess.
Taylor's expression shifted then, the usual stony facade cracking to show genuine concern.
"Yes. But different from you, in a way."
That made her curious, blinking once at the message before she found her voice. "How so?" she asked.
"You're afraid they might not be able to help…" Taylor's eyes were cold, her features turning severe.
"Part of me is afraid that they can."
"What, why!?" she gasped. Either they could fix their heads or get them back home.
Tay turned, looking away and back out the window, and though soon enough, the placid mask of unreadability slipped back on, Vicky saw it in that brief moment.
Taylor wasn't nervous.
She was afraid.
She opened her mouth, floundering for a moment in indecision - should she press a bit more, or not? - when the decision was taken out of her hands.
"Ms. Dallon, Ms. Hebert."
She turned, as did Taylor.
Master Windu was there, offering a shallow bow that could almost be a nod; it would be, if it were any shallower.
"The Council members are prepared to see you now."
Behind him, various people began to take their seats. She saw a number of aliens, and humans who probably
were aliens, or at least human offshoots of some kind. She even saw another little green, this one female. She wondered, distantly, if that was Yoda's wife.
The black man gestured as two service droids brought out a spare set of hover chairs for them. "Please."
Vicky tried to smile though it died on her lips, wondering what exactly Taylor was afraid of. They hadn't known each other for
that long, but Vicky thought she knew enough about the girl's personality to know that Tay didn't scare easily. Paranoid she might be, but she didn't get
scared as far as Vicky knew.
"Thanks, Master Windu," she said, voice and mouth working on auto-pilot.
As Windu marched through the Council Chambers to take his seat, she sat in her hover chair first, with Taylor right after her.
Each of the Council members were imposing in a way, like judges presiding over a courtroom. Her thoughts about the room's decor came back to her, this time in a slightly less positive note. The layout of the chamber itself made it near impossible, even from her angle at one end of the circle rather than the center, to see everyone's faces without turning her head. If you were in the center of the room, it'd be even worse… as it was no doubt designed to be.
"As you know already, Ms. Dallon, Ms. Hebert, I am Master Windu, head of this Council. Beside me are Masters Yoda-" Little Green smiled like a genial grandfather.
"Master Rancisis-" Next Windu gestured to an alien with an
epic beard. His lower body was that of a
snake. If she saw him in a mural, she'd definitely confuse him for some middle eastern deity or folk tale creature. His fingers were long and gnarled, and his face was flat, all but hidden behind the thick white of his facial hair.
She tried to keep her composure, and momentarily envied Tay of her easy mastery of the poker face. Vicky didn't want to gawp and gape. It would be in fascination rather than revulsion, but staring would still come across as rude.
"Master Poof-" Yup… definitely envied Tay her poker face.
Poof…
That was a name?
The alien was a bit less remarkable, at least relative to the serpentine body of Master Rancisis. But Master…
Poof's distinguishing feature was his very, very, very long neck, crowned by a little head at the top. It almost made him look like a reed. But where Rancisis was as stone faced as Taylor (probably because she couldn't see much of his face behind the voluminous beard), Master Poof's features lit up with a gentle, kindly smile as he lowered his head on that long neck in what may have been a nod or a bow of greeting.
"Master Billaba-" Next was a human woman. Her features were
Indian, if Vicky had to put her finger on it. She had small studs arranged in a line across her forehead. She was beautiful in an almost serene way.
"Master Ki-Adi-Mundi-" And they were back to aliens. This Jedi Master was an old man–at least Vicky assumed he was old, given the white of his hair–but his distinct feature was that his head was…
tall. He, like Billaba before him, kept a calm placidity over his features. No smile to be seen, unlike Yoda and Poof.
"Master Galia" This one… Vicky wasn't sure if she was human or not. Did humans have offshoots? Mutants? She looked human enough, but on her head was either a headdress or very strange… hairs? Quills?
She wasn't sure.
"Master Yaddle-" Ms. Yoda had a name now. Vicky smiled at her, and like Yoda before her, Yaddle smiled back. And there wasn't a stupid stick anywhere near her chair either!
The next three masters–Koth, Tiin and Piel–were all aliens as well. Put a pointy hat on Master Piel and someone would place him in a garden before too long, Vicky was sure.
"Master Jocasta Nu, the Chief Librarian of the Jedi Archives, to offer her knowledge" The second to last Master was an
old, stern-looking woman. She eyed Victoria and Taylor as if she were the headmistress of some school, glaring disapprovingly down her nose at the teenaged girls' (hypothetical) frumpled uniforms.
Either that, or Vicky's nerves were coloring her sight.
"And lastly, Master Plo-Koon."
The last Jedi Master nodded. "Be welcome in our halls, honored guests." He capped off Windu's introductions. His voice, clearly filtered through the mask he wore, had a metallic tinge to it. But she
hoped he was trying to sound kind.
Master Windu leaned back in his seat, his fingers pressing together in front of him as he looked at Vicky and Taylor.
"While the broad strokes of your situation are known to myself and Master Yoda, the rest of the Council has not been fully informed. So, if you would, Ms. Dallon, Ms. Hebert: tell us in your own words the specifics of your circumstance and how the Jedi might be able to help you."
She turned her head, sparing Taylor an almost pleading glance as the brunette offered her a hesitant, tremulous smile, as though trying to encourage her before it cracked and slipped off her face entirely.
Vicky took a deep, slow breath.
"W-well…" shit. Why hadn't she planned out an explanation? Now she had to try and make this story coherent and succinct and not boring and- Ahh, hell…
"Ummm… well, I guess I should start with the basics," she began. "We're from a place called Earth…" a pause.
How to sum up her home in a few short words…
"It's kind of a hell hole?" She winced.
…
This was off to a
marvelous start.
She
felt more than heard Taylor's facepalm.
(X)(X)(X)
Obi-Wan:
This was not the first time Obi-Wan questioned his choice in taking on Anakin as a Padawan. Or more specifically, his fitness as an instructor.
There were others that could have taken on the role. Senior Knights, qualified
Masters. Oftentimes, he felt little more than a floundering neophyte, barely able to string two of his own thoughts together, let alone guide a boy in the ways of the force.
But the Council had been reluctant. And he'd been hasty, desperate to fulfill his Master's dying wish. And so, he'd acted. Declared his intent to take on Anakin as a Padawan before he'd even been formally knighted.
Sith Slayer, his fellows and peers whispered with awe and reverence. As if a single fight, a single
lucky stroke, made him somehow
better than they were.
He wasn't. He knew he wasn't. Anakin would be better served by a true Master, he knew that. And, more and more, he was realizing the full weight of his error. Especially now that Tachi had… left. Abandoned the Order.
One of his closest friends. One he'd come to with his doubts and concerns so many times before, one of the last sources of wisdom he could turn to outside of the Masters on the Council.
It was enough to almost make him want to cry.
But he didn't cry, even as the doubts clawed at the back of his mind. Even as he heard from others that the Council would be in a lengthy session today and so he couldn't even seek out Masters Yoda, Windu, or Yaddle for their advice on how to… how to not
mess things up even further.
His training with Anakin was done for the day, another day of frustrations and missteps. He could see it so
clearly in retrospect, the way he could explain a question with more patience, clarify a subject in a way Anakin would understand rather than him reciting dogma to the boy as though it should have been
obvious. What
should have been obvious was that Obi-Wan had learned and heard these lessons as a
youngling in the creche, and Anakin had spent those same days as a slave on a dustball, not learning the higher philosophies of the Force and the histories of the Jedi.
Why could he never act with the patience a Master should? Why could he only sit and stew on his mistakes, realizing they existed at all only after they'd gone and truly blown up in his face?
It was becoming a habit. A bad one, and one he needed to grow out of fast if he would do right by the boy.
"Master?"
Obi-Wan startled, turning his head where he sat in the gardens, finding Anakin there with…
"Did…" Obi-Wan felt his features scrunch up. "Did you bring me a sandwich?"
Anakin shrugged, chewing on his own sandwich before holding up the plastic wrapped meal and drink for Obi-Wan to take. "You were hungry."
Obi-Wan opened his mouth, ready to tell him that he was not actually hungry when his stomach decided to remind the fledgeling knight that, yes, yes he very much
was hungry, and all he'd had that morning had been a spot of tea and stale crackers.
He blinked, trying not to get
too irritated at Anakin's smug-mouthful-smile.
Reaching for the offered sandwich, he began the task of unwrapping it. "How did you know?" Even he hadn't been aware how hungry he was until it was brought to his attention.
He sensed hesitation from his student, who offered a shrug. "Just kinda figured."
Obi-Wan frowned. Was his student hiding something from him now? Was he that bad of a teacher? "Anakin?"
His young Padawan let out a long, suffering sigh. Taking another bite, he mumbled something with his mouth full.
"Don't speak with your mouth full, Anakin. Tell me once you've swallowed," he chastised.
Anakin gave him a half lidded glare, taking an
irritatingly long time to chew and swallow the full mouthful, much more than he normally took… which was probably good, considering the time he normally took was just long enough to wolf down his meal half the bloody time.
When he finally finished the hesitation was still present, hanging between them like a pall before Anakin pushed through.
"You're always… impatient when you're hungry." His apprentice answered slowly.
"What!?" Obi-Wan hissed. "I am not!"
He was a Jedi, a Knight, he certainly wouldn't allow himself to get
impatient out of something as basic and simple as
food. He had far more discipline than that.
Anakin gave him a very
flat, very
unimpressed glare.
"I am not!" Obi-Wan repeated.
"So you insisting you're not impatient in that tone is you being patient and calm?" the boy questioned, a cheeky smile tugging at his lip.
"I'm telling you I'm not impatient because I
am patient and my tone has nothing to do with a lack of food but rather your insistence to the contrary," he argued.
"Uh-huh." The boy tapped at Obi-Wan's hand, urging him to raise up the sandwich and take a bite.
Obi-Wan's face was flat and devoid of all humor.
Anakin just gave him a winning smile.
"I was unaware that the Gardens now doubled as the dining halls."
Both he and Anakin startled, turning in their seats almost completely around to see a man–an old man–lithe and tall. He held himself with a regal air, a posture that was given more credence by the impeccable state of his dress and clothing.
"Forgive me, Master," Obi-Wan said instinctually as he stood.
Turning to face the man, he noticed Anakin shoving the last
chunk of sandwich into his mouth before swallowing it down damn near whole.
Honestly, Obi-Wan wasn't sure if he should chastise him for the utter
lack of manners he demonstrated, or praise him for quickly getting rid of the offending item. Obi-Wan was still holding a nearly whole sandwich in hand, its folds of bread and meat mocking the unfamiliar Jedi Master in front of him.
The older man raised a delicate eyebrow, the thin strand of silver hiking up to his hairline.
He didn't say anything as he stepped forward, nearly towering over Obi-Wan by half a head. The older Master's stern glare made Obi-Wan feel like a misbehaving youngling.
"Let me have a look at you," the Master muttered, his eye now one of appraisal. Obi-Wan would have brushed a hand across his robes to wipe at dust or perhaps straighten out wrinkles if it wasn't occupied with the bloody
sandwich and drink.
"Hmmm…" whatever the old man was looking for, he evidently didn't find it. "Incomplete… woefully incomplete."
Obi-Wan felt both his curiosity and the sting of hurt pride battling within himself. "What is?" he asked.
"Your training," the Master answered curtly, sharply, like a knife cutting through the air. "Though I suppose that is not your failing. Qui-Gon was cut down too early."
Obi-Wan felt his hackles rise and even Anakin took a step back, aware of the rising tension within the "Sith Slayer".
But the Master in front of them did not care. He turned to look at Anakin, freezing the young man in place with his icy gaze.
"And you, boy. Do not hide. It is unbecoming."
Anakin swallowed, but obediently moved to step forward before Obi-Wan, in a moment of either defiance or protectiveness–he couldn't rightly say which–stood between this Jedi Master and his young charge.
"Forgive me, Master, but Anakin is
my Padawan. Neither he nor I are here for
you to order about. Nor did I catch your name. I was unaware that it had only recently become good manners to begin with introductions.," he said pointedly, as polite as he could force himself to be.
The old man raised an eyebrow, then scoffed, "No. I suppose he wouldn't have told you about me, would he. We did not part on the best of terms." He faced Obi-Wan, his face never becoming anything less than cold stoicism. "My name is Yan Dooku."
His name, if not his face, Obi-Wan recognized, and his eyes widened ever so slightly.
"I am your Master's Master," Dooku drawled. Distantly, Obi-Wan sensed the surprise in Anakin behind him.
Master Dooku stared at the two of them.
"I suppose it falls to me to finish his work."
(X)(X)(X)
Vicky:
"And then Li- ahh, Master Yoda found us."
She finished her story–
their story–with another hesitant glance towards Taylor, silently asking if she'd covered everything. The villain–or maybe former villain, Vicky wasn't sure on that front–offered her a stiff pat on the shoulder as reassurance even as her eyes watched the faces of the Council around them… as though scanning the twelve members for any
threats.
The sun had long since passed its zenith, and was
just starting to dip closer to the skyline. The bright yellow of the day was just that little bit darker than it otherwise would be.
She'd give them credit, none of them had interrupted her story, save to ask the occasional clarifying question. They sat for hours and simply listened, stone faced and stoic, true, but patient with her fumbling attempts at giving "the whole story".
The Council members seemed to be conferring between each other with nothing more than silent glances and pointed looks. She wondered how well they knew each other, that seemingly whole conversations could take place with little more than a side eye or a turned head.
Though… maybe with Poof, a turned head was like a whole speech.
She fought down the bubble of mirth that threatened to place an inappropriate smile on her lips.
"These abilities you have," Master ahh… tower head spoke. She
really had to try and remember these weird names. Right now all she had was Yoda, Windu, and
Poof.
Oh, and Nu, because it sounded like "new" and the old lady was… well… old. Not new.
"...might you demonstrate?" he ventured, dragging her attention back. "The Force flows strangely around the two of you, and perhaps we might sense the nature of these "parahuman powers" if they were utilized before us."
She nodded, wondering, not for the first time, just how this "Force" actually
functioned as a power. From what little she learned from Master Sinube, it seemed like a general grab bag Trump power.
Floating about a foot off the ground, "standing" straight up, Vicky did a little figure eight in the air, finishing with a twirl as she set her feet back on the ground.
A handful–including the scary one with the mask, Poof, and Mr. and Mrs. Yoda–reacted by leaning forward in interest. Others, like Ms. Nu, the Indian-looking woman, and Master Windu, displayed calm neutrality.
But more than a few leaned back in their seats as though bracing themselves, or repelled. She tried not to wince at that, and
prayed that Taylor wasn't doing her scary glare thing behind her.
Each of the Council members shared looks amongst their fellows, and when the silence was broken, it was broken by the alien with the mask.
"It feels… odd," he said, clawed fingers touching his facemask like a man rubbing at his chin. "Cold."
"It feels like the dark side," another alien, this one with swooping horns at the side of his face, replied.
"No," Mrs. Yoda shook her head. "Cold it feels, but not like the dark. No hatred. No malice."
"Indeed," Master Poof concurred. "If I had to put words to it, I would say it feels cold like… a clinic. Or a laboratory. There is no passion within it."
"More than that," the Indian woman cut in. "It feels… forced in a way. Brute forced."
Well… Vicky
was a Brute. But she doubted that's what the woman meant.
"Yes." Finally, Yoda spoke, stamping his stick into the floors and
everyone turned to listen to him. Had he whacked them all with that stupid stick, too? "An apt description Master Billaba has used. Brute force. Not like Jedi. Not like Sith."
Vicky felt a tug at her sleeve and turned, Taylor holding up her little pad.
Ask them what they mean. What's the difference between our power and "The Force".
Vicky blinked, reading over the message again before nodding. It was a good question.
"Do what you can, the Force can help us achieve, too," Yoda said, demonstrating by levitating his chair off the pedestal it was on. The barely-there hum of its anti-gravity function was not active now as he floated above the floor. "But ask it, we do. Its force, its power, we direct. Yours… different, it is. Hmmm… A rock, you should consider."
"A rock?" She raised an eyebrow.
Yoda nodded, his seat floating back down to its pedestal. "Indeed. Water, the Force is. Wearing down the rock, flowing over it. Gently smoothing its surface over time and with patience. Not so your ability. Crushed, the rock is.
Brute forced."
"It
feels destructive," Master Billaba picked up. "Like something that
shouldn't be, but, as observed by the other Masters, it is not destructive in the way of the dark side. It's simply…" She frowned. "...a force of nature, I suppose."
"One cannot call something
unnatural a force of nature," Mr. Tower head answered.
A single, gnarled finger came up and for the first time the snake man with the epic beard spoke up. "Harsh, your voice is becoming, Master Mundi," the serpent man warned. "Innocent, these children are. From the words of Ms. Dallon, their powers are simply a part of them. And
they are natural."
Chastised, Mr. Tower head went quiet.
"But humans have shown no such abilities anywhere in the galaxy," The Master with the large horns spoke again.
"Not this galaxy," Ms. Nu, the old woman, spoke for the first time. "Unless these children came from the very depths of the Unknown Regions where no hyperlanes are recorded, I can promise you there is no planet known as
Earth in our records. Nor any planet in any record with the continents, cultures or
creatures she has described. Monsters that control oceans, beasts that manipulate all forms of energy?" she gave a single shake of her head, primly dismissing the point. "Measuring them by baseline humanity in our
known galaxy is foolish. For clearly they are not
part of the known galaxy-"
Vicky felt her heart sink.
"-which means that their next stop right after this should be the MedCorps and healers for thorough examinations and vaccina-"
"You can't get us home."
She hadn't realized she'd spoken. Not until Ms. Nu's voice abruptly stopped and she saw several Masters stiffen in their seats.
The emotion that bubbled up in her chest and throat threatened to
choke her, and for the first time since she arrived here the feeling of genuine
hopelessness that she'd been beating back with everything she had, be it distractions, explorations, helping Taylor or even the wonder of discovery, threatened now for the first time to crash over her.
She felt tears beginning to burn at her eyes, and it was only distantly she felt Tay grab at her hand, turning her around to look at the villain's soft expression which shone through with
pity and that made things so much
worse!
Why wasn't
she fucking sad about this too!? Didn't she
want to get home! Why-?
"None of that, girl."
The Jedi, Ms. Nu, was there suddenly. The woman was
shorter than Vicky, yet it was Vicky who felt like a little girl as the stern old woman brushed her shoulders free of imaginary dust, taking Vicky's hands in old, gnarled but gentle fingers.
"You arrived here somehow, child." The woman didn't smile, and her voice wasn't kind, but it was… gentle. "We may not know how, but it's hardly befitting a strong young lady such as yourself to fall apart at a mere
setback."
Vicky tried to swallow down the sob. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry I- I knew coming in that you might not-"
"But it's harder to hear it… I know. Come now." The woman produced a small handkerchief, wiping at Victoria's eyes like she was just a small girl who scraped her knee. "No more tears child. Your friend clearly hasn't given up. Why should you?"
Vicky nodded. Not wholly consoled, but the…
hopelessness was driven back for the moment, if only for the sake of her pride.
She set herself back down on her chair, Ms. Nu taking a seat beside her, her thumb rubbing gentle circles along Victoria's knuckles where their hands were gripped together.
"Perhaps we should adjourn," the masked alien Master suggested. "This cannot be easy for our guests. Some rest might help."
"No."
The sound made many Masters in the room stiffen. Vicky did, too, if only because of the surprise that Tay would show her hand like this.
The brunette hadn't sat back down with her. She turned, letting go of Victoria's hand to march into the center of the council room.
Master Windu's head tilted, adjusting himself in his seat. "You're angry," he observed.
Vicky couldn't see Taylor's expression from her place behind the dark haired girl, but as she turned to stare at Yoda, she could only
begin to imagine the look on the girl's face.
Should she run interference? Vicky felt like she should run interference!
When the voice of her insects reverberated around the room, it was a
hiss. A low roiling wrath that seemed to choke the very air in the chamber.
"You want them to learn to manage without you, fine, but do it on your own time."
Yoda's small, clawed hand rubbed at his chin, Taylor stayed
eerily still as she watched him.
"We're not sideshows to be gawked at. You knew what our powers were and how they "felt" long before we came here."
The Masters shared uneasy glances and Vicky prepared herself to stand up and
try to mediate this.
She got it. She
really did. Little Green was letting a lot of these Masters tread the same ground he had on Kashyyyk before they arrived, but they needed to play
nice here. Jumping through some hoops was a
very small price to pay considering
everything; both how utterly lucky they'd been so far in who they'd met and how utterly
screwed they would be if these Jedi decided to toss them out on their asses.
Yoda frowned. "Your story, in full should be told. Much I did not know."
"That wasn't your reason," Tay insisted.
"You want them to reach the right conclusion without you. But our lives aren't a lesson plan."
Some of the Masters around the girl bristled, clearly incensed that Tay was talking to Little Green like this. Others remained perfectly still.
Ok so… the crash already happened, but maybe she could keep the proverbial train from exploding in a horrible fireball.
Vicky stood up, an apology on the tip of her tongue, before Ms. Nu tugged at her hand, bringing her attention back to the old woman who shook her head quietly.
"Correct you are… Another mistake in how I've treated you, I've made."
Vicky whirled around surprised to find Master Yoda bowing ever so slightly, his features contrite.
"Distant, my age has made me. Callous it was to treat your situation as such. Much, even we Masters must learn, but humility, and empathy, above all we must have. Thank you, I do. For the reminder."
Vicky gaped at the display, wondering if somehow she'd missed a subtle "fuck you" in there
…
So Tay gets to say all that and gets a "hank you" but she calls out him and his goddamn napping and gets a fucking stick to her shins!
Hobbling off the chair, Yoda's feet touched the ground, the small diminutive gremlin marching closer to Taylor.
"With your permission, delve into the Force, I will. Examine you as best I can, I will. My findings, with the Council I will share," he turned, looking towards Mrs. Yoda and then to Master Windu. "Master Yaddle, Master Windu, if you would aid me."
The two Masters nodded their ascent, standing from their seats.
But Tay suddenly stepped back and as she looked around the room, Vicky caught sight of the edges of concern on her features.
"What exactly will you do?"
"All living beings, in the Force, a place they have. Examine your place, and the place of your power within the Force, we shall. Determine its nature, we will. From there, its place of origin we might find.
"And that might lead us home," Vicky breathed. Yoda turned to her, smiling. Vicky found it in herself to smile back.
But Taylor took another step back, away from the three Jedi Masters. With Taylor's profile now in her view, Vicky could see her properly. Her face was stoic, but her eyes… her eyes told a different story.
Vicky had seen that look in her eyes before. And the name that danced across her thoughts was the only thing that could put that look of sheer, unbridled
terror in Taylor's expression.
Khepri.
The brunette shook her head, her mouth opening, seemingly ready to speak before she looked to Vicky,
pleading without a voice for help.
"You can examine me," she volunteered before she even realized her mouth was moving, stepping forward. "Tay…" she hesitated. "...has been having trouble with her power since she woke up. But I haven't, so I might help more," she smiled, stepping forward and beside Taylor, who almost visibly sagged with relief.
If Yoda sensed something wrong, he said nothing. "Of course. Thank you again, I do, for your trust."
She smiled, turning to Tay, who offered a curt nod. Whatever steel had entered her spine to stare down Yoda and the Masters seemed to have wilted under the mere whisper of whatever "Khepri" was.
The brunette turned, walking back to her seat and planting herself down onto it.
Yoda and the other two Masters lowered themselves, sitting down into the lotus position, and Vicky realized they were waiting for her to do the same.
She sat down at the center of the Council Chamber floor.
Yoda's little hand reached for hers, and she held his tiny claws in her larger hands.
"One with the Force, we are," the small alien intoned. "Open yourself to it, and become clear, all paths do."
Vicky wasn't very religious. Never had been, likely never would be.
She sat there for a time, wondering after a handful of minutes if they were taking her for something of a ride, but then, suddenly, she did feel…
something. A…presence. A
force surrounding her, flowing through the three Masters and Yoda like a conduit.
A live wire of
something, a sensation she couldn't explain and wasn't even entirely sure was
real.
It was…
bizarre, to put it very, very,
very mildly.
She almost jerked her hand back, almost pulled away from Yoda before his hands, gently but firmly, held hers. He didn't force her. If she
truly wanted to yank her hands free, he would let her go. His grip was more like that of a caretaker calming a spooked animal.
She had no words to describe the oddness of this, like opening a third eye she never knew she had.
She felt
something from Master Yoda, too indistinct, too nebulous, to make out.
She didn't understand
him.
But she did
feel the answer bubble up from within her.
Surprise…
Panic…
Another sensation. A wave of calm washing over her from the Jedi Masters, peace and stillness.
Vicky shuddered
The answer was her and yet…
not…
Hesitation…
…
Hesitation…
…
Uncertainty. …
Parameters Unknown…
Data Unknown…
Like hands opening in welcome, the feelings of reassurance from the Masters came through into her… an invitation.
…
Data acquisition… possible
…
Hesitation…
Tentative…
…
Greetings….
(X)(X)(X)
And here is the famous chapter 15
As usual the next 3 chapters, 16,17,18 are available on Patreon and All of those were very enjoyable to write as well and all have their own little special moments :3
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Now, as for this chapter.
This chapter has A LOT to unpack within it and the implications are *fun* very very fun