here.<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\u201cSa\u2019har?\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
That voice\u2013so familiar, despite the years since she last heard it. It sounded impossibly far away, yet close enough that she swiveled her head in search of its owner.<\/p>\n
\u201cSa\u2019har\u2013is that you?\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
The voice, its edges rippling with echoes, was louder. Closer. She ran toward the sound, but her feet were heavy\u2026 like stone.<\/p>\n
\u201cSa\u2019har! I always knew you would find me. I\u2019m\u2026 so happy to see you.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
And there he was.<\/p>\n
Sa\u2019har reached a trembling hand toward the brother she had not seen since she was taken to be trained by the Jedi. As her fingers inched closer, she could see her brother\u2019s gaunt face was marred by fear, by hopelessness. Just below, a heavy, rusted chain was tangled around his neck.<\/p>\n
But the moment Sa\u2019har\u2019s fingertips brushed the cold metal of his bonds, her vision blurred. A low, pulsing hum grew louder and louder; an unbearable heat washed over her body. She grasped for her brother wildly, with both arms, but he crumbled away, like dirt and ash, at her touch.<\/p>\n
\u201cRi\u2019kan!\u201d<\/p>\n
Sa\u2019har desperately called her brother\u2019s name as she woke, but the only response was the ceaseless rumbling of a ship\u2019s engine. As her vision cleared, the durasteel ceiling of the ship\u2019s sweltering lower levels slowly came into view. She was drenched in sweat, her limbs twisted in the rough sheet covering her cot.<\/p>\n
This was the fifth night in a row she\u2019d had the same dream. Spending every single one of her waking hours meditating, reaching out, hoping to find any clue that could lead to her brother was obviously starting to take its toll.<\/p>\n
But this was the first night where she got close enough to touch Ri\u2019kan, and she didn\u2019t like what had happened when she did. Was it a sign? Or was it her own self-doubt creeping its way into even the subconscious parts of her mind?<\/p>\n
Sa\u2019har shoved the blanket down to the end of her cot and slid onto the floor, legs crossed and back straight.<\/p>\n
The passenger transport she\u2019d snuck aboard was old and in desperate need of upgrades. But the utility room she\u2019d quietly turned into makeshift lodgings was close to the engine, and the steady vibrations of the struggling pistons and turbines made falling into a trance easy. She had barely closed her eyes and begun to concentrate when she was in that place again, somewhere deep in her mind, her consciousness flowing with the Force as she called out to Ri\u2019kan.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe can still find your brother!\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
His voice again. The Sith. Malgus.<\/p>\n
Sa\u2019har shook her head and recentered herself, reaching out desperately. If her dreams were a sign of reality, Ri\u2019kan needed her\u2013now.<\/p>\n
\u201cFocus, Sa\u2019har\u2026\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
She felt a sense of comfort wash over her as she remembered some of the first words her master ever said to her\u2026<\/p>\n
Knuckles tighten around a red lightsaber. Master Denolm hangs, helplessly, in the air. Malgus snarls in frustration: \u201cDo you know what it is your master just destroyed?\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
Sa\u2019har grit her teeth. Malgus\u2019s voice was getting louder. Accusations and angry questions fought to the forefront of her mind:\u00a0it was Master Denolm\u2019s fault that her brother was in danger.<\/i>\u00a0She pushed Malgus\u2019s taunting aside and focused on finding Ri\u2019kan.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll your life you\u2019ve been in a cage, Padawan.\u201d Malgus easily pulled the holocron from Sa\u2019har\u2019s grasp. She struggled to breathe, to keep the falling stones from crushing the life out of her body. She screamed\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n
Her eyes snapped open. Her thoughts, her memories of Master Denolm\u2026 they were becoming increasingly tainted, corrupted by Malgus\u2019s words. And the more she meditated in search of her brother, the more they jostled and crowded her mind like a noxious gas.<\/p>\n
A short distance from her, wrapped tightly in a tattered cloak she stole, the holocron Sa\u2019har found as she slipped away from the ruined temple on Elom began to pulse. The relic was always vibrating with latent energy, but now it was more intense\u2013it was almost singing to her. Did it\u2026 know? Could it sense what she wanted?<\/p>\n
Sa\u2019har slid over to the other side of her hastily-made quarters and slowly unwrapped the holocron. It was glowing, brighter than before, as if it were answering her question. Malgus said it could be the key to finding Ri\u2019kan\u2026 but he couldn\u2019t be trusted. Master Denolm said so. But Master Denolm lied too\u2026<\/p>\n
She wasn\u2019t completely clueless when it came to old Force relics like this one. Master Denolm was a historian, after all, and she\u2019d lost count of how many they had dug up together. In her experience, there was always a chance that it could hold something dangerous, but more often than not, it was just information. Nothing more, nothing less. What could be so bad about that?<\/p>\n
This holocron was unlike any other she\u2019d ever seen. Its design was beautiful and intricate, but extremely complex. It felt like it could shatter if someone who didn\u2019t know what they were doing tried to handle it.<\/p>\n
Sa\u2019har pressed the edges of the holocron with her fingertips and twisted. Something felt like it gave way, but it stayed firmly closed. She applied more pressure, connecting herself to the relic with the Force. She could feel something, a tension, inside the holocron, building, cresting. So she pushed\u2026 and the holocron pushed back.<\/p>\n
She threw her arms up to shield herself from what felt like a giant crashing wave. The sheer force of it knocked her away from the holocron and onto her back. As she recovered, the holocron\u2019s thrumming pulse was quieter. Its glow dimmed.<\/p>\n
Scrambling to her feet, Sa\u2019har fought the urge to scream. She wasn\u2019t completely sure the engine noise would hide it, and she didn\u2019t want anyone poking their nose in. She pulled her foot back, but her attempt to kick the holocron was interrupted by the grumbling of her empty stomach. It had been a very long time since she last ate.<\/p>\n
She took a few deep breaths and put her foot back on the floor. She stretched her legs, flexing her ankles and toes. She closed her eyes and tried to sense anyone who might be outside her stowaway\u2019s quarters, but she felt nothing. Everyone else must have gone to bed.<\/p>\n
Carefully, Sa\u2019har slid open her door and peered around it into the hall. Darkness, silence. The perfect opportunity to sneak into the galley.<\/p>\n
As she crept through the dark corridor and up the stairwell, her stomach protested again, urging her to hurry and satisfy it. She hadn\u2019t been this hungry since she lived on Ossus with Master Denolm in a colony, full of refugees, being built from the ground up. Before they were able to get the farms to produce anything, it was rough. Food was a blessing, and one that had to be shared.<\/p>\n
Everyone who lived in that colony learned how to make do with next to nothing. But this\u2026 stealing supplies, hijacking a shuttle to get away from Elom, stowing away\u2026 this was all new. Then again, a lot of the events of the last few days were uncharted territory for Sa\u2019har.<\/p>\n
The galley was as empty as the corridor leading into it. Sa\u2019har stepped into it as quietly and slowly as she could. The room was cast in near complete darkness, except for a light someone had thoughtlessly\u2013helpfully, in Sa\u2019har\u2019s case\u2013left on in one of the pantries.<\/p>\n
She was halfway to the pantry door when something clattered to the floor. The sound of metal on metal rang throughout the galley, and Sa\u2019har froze.<\/p>\n
A figure appeared in the pantry doorway, outlined by the light inside. She was only a little taller than Sa\u2019har, but older. Her brown hair was cropped at the chin, and she stood on two cybernetic legs.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, sorry!\u201d the woman smiled. \u201cI hope I didn\u2019t scare you. I didn\u2019t think anyone else would be in here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sa\u2019har couldn\u2019t find the words to respond. The woman\u2019s clothes were plain, unremarkable\u2013but they weren\u2019t those of a mechanic, or a crewmember. She was probably a passenger who wouldn\u2019t know\u2013or care\u2013that she\u2019d just caught a stowaway.<\/p>\n
\u201cI guess I\u2019m not the only one who can\u2019t sleep when they\u2019re hungry,\u201d the woman held up a faded, dented can and a saucepan that had clearly seen better days. \u201cI was just going to have some of this garfish stew. I don\u2019t think anyone would mind.\u201d She peered at the can. \u201cI can\u2019t believe they even have it. Want some?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sa\u2019har slowly nodded, and the woman pushed the door open wider, the pantry light fully bathing Sa\u2019har\u2019s face and the galley\u2019s preparation area. Sa\u2019har turned and faced away from the woman, willing her pounding heart to slow. She stepped closer to the table nearest the pantry and gently took down two of the chairs that had been placed on its surface.<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks,\u201d the woman said as she poured the stew into the saucepan. \u201cIt shouldn\u2019t take more than a few minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Soon after, a pungent smell drifted through the galley. Sa\u2019har could smell how spicy the dish was as the woman poured two helpings into bowls and set them on the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t mind eating in silence,\u201d the woman said as she sat across from Sa\u2019har, \u201cbut I think dinner is always better with someone else. I\u2019m glad you showed up, uh\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Sa\u2019har cleared her throat and pulled a bowl toward her. \u201c…Tau. My name is Tau.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNice to meet you, Tau.\u201d The woman collected some of the stew onto her spoon, blew away the steam, and tasted it. \u201cNot bad.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sa\u2019har had a bite of her own. It was more than not bad. She wasn\u2019t sure if it was because she hadn\u2019t eaten in days, but it might have been the best thing she\u2019d ever tasted. Silence filled the space between them as she devoured the stew.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, that\u2019s probably the biggest compliment my cooking\u2019s ever gotten.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sa\u2019har couldn\u2019t help but smirk. \u201cIt\u2019s really great. Thank you, by the way.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHappy to help.\u201d The woman took another bite, and as the silence returned, stretching into the darkness, she swirled her spoon in her half-empty bowl. \u201cSo\u2026 what do you do, Tau?<\/p>\n
Sa\u2019har coughed and tried to cover it with another spoonful of stew. \u201cDo?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry,\u201d the woman laughed. \u201cWhen I said \u2018dinner is always better with someone else,\u2019 I really meant \u2018I hate awkward silences.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
Sa\u2019har smiled, tight-lipped, desperately hoping it masked her racing thoughts. \u201cI\u2019m, uh\u2026 I\u2019m a farmer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWow! Really?\u201d the woman grinned. \u201cMe too!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI mean\u2026 I was a farmer.\u201d Sa\u2019har\u2019s spoon scraped across the bottom of her bowl. \u201cI had to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh. Well, that\u2019s a shame,\u201d the woman furrowed her brows. \u201cUnless, it\u2019s not? You wanted to do something else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t\u2026 I don\u2019t know, actually.\u201d Sa\u2019har pushed the now empty bowl to the middle of the table. She could feel the sting of tears, ready to well in her eyes, but she gritted her teeth against them. \u201cMy\u2026 my father\u2026 died. He was the one who taught me everything\u2013about farming.\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman\u2019s face fell, pity plainly etched in her expression. Sa\u2019har leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest, as if she were raising a shield. \u201cI know he would want me to keep going. Keep doing everything he showed me how to do. But\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Master Denolm shouts an order over the din of combat. \u201cDestroy this machine and all records of it!\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
\u201cBut I don\u2019t know if that\u2019s what I want to do anymore,\u201d Sa\u2019har snapped.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d The woman had finished her meal, too. Frowning, she pushed her empty bowl next to Sa\u2019har\u2019s. \u201cI\u2019m really sorry. I lost my mom when I was young.\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman looked at Sa\u2019har with an openness and an honesty that Sa\u2019har had difficulty recognizing. With how much truth had been hidden from her, for her entire life\u2026 the sight of someone so eager to listen and understand was enticing.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry, too.\u201d Sa\u2019har swallowed. \u201cAnd my father\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Her brother, alone, violently rips his toy in two. Malgus\u2019s haughty voice echoes in the ruins. \u201cHow many were left behind\u2026\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
\u201cHe had a lot of\u2026 secrets. That I\u2019m only just now finding out about. They make me wonder if I ever really knew him. If I should have listened to him. If he set me on the right path\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s\u2026 that\u2019s really tough.\u201d There was a tremble in the woman\u2019s voice. \u201cBelieve it or not, I know what that\u2019s like, too. To have a father who hides things from you, even though he thinks what he\u2019s doing is for your own good.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sa\u2019har felt a twinge in her chest. \u201cWhat\u2026 how did you deal with it? All of that, I mean.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell\u2026 it didn\u2019t happen right away. There was always something, like a shadow, in the back of my mind. Even after I talked to him about it and got the answers I needed. That shadow always made me ask why he wasn\u2019t around. Why wasn\u2019t I good enough to get him to stay?\u201d<\/p>\n
Master Denolm\u2019s hand reached toward her. Sa\u2019har stepped back. \u201cYou could have saved my brother.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
The woman stood up and grabbed the two empty dishes. \u201cIt took me a long time to realize that the choices my father made had nothing to do with me,\u201d she said as she carried the bowls to the food preparation area. \u201cEven though he swore that he was only off running spice and blasters because he needed the credits for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Master Denolm\u2019s face fell. \u201cI\u2019ve only ever protected you!\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
She placed the bowls in the empty dish basin and turned back toward Sa\u2019har. \u201cEventually, it hit me. Loving my father didn\u2019t mean he was perfect. No one can be, no matter how important they are to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou must trust me!\u201d Master Denolm\u2019s voice cracked, desperate to get Sa\u2019har to see reason.<\/i><\/p>\n
The woman moved back to the table. \u201cOnce I figured that out, the other pieces fell into place. My father is only human\u2013he handled misfortune and hardship the way he thought was best. He made choices he thought were right. Even though I don\u2019t agree with him, I know I can give him enough grace to understand that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sa\u2019har pushed out the words, her voice thick with anguish and disbelief. \u201cWas I chosen by the Force\u2026\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
The woman sat down across from Sa\u2019har again. \u201cBut that\u2019s all I can give him. Love, and forgiveness for the past. Beyond that, all that\u2019s left is for me. My time and my focus go to what I want to do. Who I want to be.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOr you?\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d the woman let out a clipped laugh. \u201cI really didn\u2019t mean to give you a lecture or anything\u2026\u201d She smiled. \u201cBut it is nice to have someone listen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know,\u201d Sa\u2019har replied, barely above a whisper. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself. Now that the comfort of the warm meal was gone, she was intensely aware of the cold that began to creep across her skin.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you,\u201d Sa\u2019har said as she got to her feet, the legs of her chair skidding across the galley\u2019s metal floor. \u201cFor the food.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before the woman could answer, Sa\u2019har turned and marched toward the galley door.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh\u2026 thank you for the company!\u201d Sa\u2019har could hear the woman\u2019s voice fading behind her. \u201cSee you around, Tau\u2013\u201d<\/p>\n
As soon as she was enveloped in the shadows of the corridor, she walked faster, back toward her cramped room. The garfish stew suddenly felt like a heavy stone inside of her. Her breath came quick and short, like she couldn\u2019t get enough air at all. Like she was back on Elom, trapped in the ruined temple\u2026<\/p>\n
Back in her room, Sa\u2019har waved her arm, slamming the door shut with the Force as she collapsed onto the edge of her cot. Doubled over, she clutched the sides of her head, the woman\u2019s words replaying in her mind.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll that\u2019s left is for me. What I want to do. Who I want to be.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
Sa\u2019har felt more lost, more adrift than ever. Being Master Denolm\u2019s Padawan was all she knew how to be. He was gone\u2026 what was left?<\/p>\n
Through the pulsing hum of the transport\u2019s engines, a smaller, more delicate sound seeped into the air. Sa\u2019har looked to the holocron, sitting a short distance away. It trilled quietly, again, and again. Its faint blue glow had returned.<\/p>\n
Sa\u2019har picked the holocron up from where she\u2019d dropped it. The relic settled, easily, into her grasp.<\/p>\n
Malgus sneers. \u201cDo you know what it is that your master just destroyed?\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
This time, as Sa\u2019har worked against the holocron, it felt less resistant, more pliant. It wanted her to see, to understand.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not too late! We can still find your brother.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
Ri\u2019kan. Master Denolm made the wrong choice when he refused to take him. And he never told her about Ri\u2019kan\u2019s abilities\u2013another wrong decision made under the pretense of protecting Sa\u2019har.<\/p>\n
Gears clicked into place. Metal and crystal slid away. The light shining from inside the holocron, almost blinding now, projected designs, patterns, as elaborate and perplexing as the markings on the outside of the relic, on the durasteel walls.<\/p>\n
Sa\u2019har\u2019s eyes widened as she scanned the spreading illustrations. In all the times she helped Master Denolm with his research, she had never seen anything like this. The only thing that came close were the tattered remains of text they found in the ruined Jedi library they explored together on Ossus.<\/p>\n
The memories of her dead master\u2019s teachings came flooding back. As she started to recognize and piece together what she was seeing, a tear, blistering against her skin, slid down her face. She felt hot, from the inside, like she would burst into flames at any moment.<\/p>\n
She couldn\u2019t be completely sure, but she could see enough to know that the plans in this holocron were different. Whatever the machine on Elom had been, this was\u2026 something else. Something more. This device wasn\u2019t meant to just find forgotten souls, as Malgus suggested the machine Master Denolm had destroyed might do. It was meant to speak to them\u2013to ignite, like kindling, something inside them.<\/p>\n
A loud bang startled Sa\u2019har as the holocron hit the floor. The blue glowing plans were all gone, the relic was silent and dark at her feet.<\/p>\n
Despite all his power, all his knowledge, Master Denolm was still human. He knew what this machine could do, what could happen if she tried to use it\u2026and he did what he thought was best.<\/p>\n
\u201cSa\u2019har,\u201d Master Denolm\u2019s eyes were wide open, looking straight into hers.<\/i><\/p>\n
She could give him forgiveness. Understanding. Beyond that, all that was left was for Sa\u2019har. Who she wanted to be, and what she wanted to do.<\/p>\n
She couldn\u2019t remember the last time Master Denolm had held her gaze so earnestly. \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
\u201cI know,\u201d Sa\u2019har whispered. The transport\u2019s engines hummed in response. \u201cIt\u2019s okay. But I have to do this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cradled by the sound of the steadily pulsing ship, Sa\u2019har sank to the floor. She closed her eyes, pulled her knees to her chest, and listened.<\/p>\n
\u201cFocus, Sa\u2019har\u2026\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
Sa\u2019har\u2019s eyes opened, and the ship was gone. A younger Master Denolm sat across from her, on the floor of the orphanage where her life began. Ri\u2019kan was by her side, bouncing excitedly, grinning, eager to impress the Jedi who\u2019d come to see them.<\/p>\n
Master Denolm smiled as he extended his hand, offering a simple toy. \u201cTrust yourself.\u201d He offered, kindly. \u201cYou can do this. It may be difficult, but it is not impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sa\u2019har reached both hands toward the toy, and before she could pull it to herself, recreate what had happened so long ago, she was somewhere else. A well-made, but cramped, shuttle\u2013the kind the less affluent Republic senators favored\u2013speeding through hyperspace. She used to see them on the occasions Master Denolm took her to Coruscant, the world that they\u2013and the rest of the last remaining Jedi\u2013were fleeing.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis isn\u2019t over, Sa\u2019har.\u201d Master Denolm\u2019s voice was strained as he wrapped his cloak around her shoulders. She was still shaking from their clash with the brutal invaders who were tearing their way through the Republic. \u201cSuffering like this cannot last forever, and we must be ready to pick up the pieces when it ends.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked up at his determined face, now silhouetted by the blazing Ossus sun, high in the sky behind him. The soil beneath her knees was dry, cracking. The evidence of her failure to grow a patch of barabel fruit surrounded them.<\/p>\n
Master Denolm extended his hand and helped Sa\u2019har to her feet. \u201cThe Force chose you. I\u2026 chose you. I know how much you are capable of, even if you do not see it yet.\u201d He turned and walked away, and Sa\u2019har followed. In a few paces, the Ossus desert gave way to an icy wasteland. She was following him toward the entrance of the temple ruins on Elom.<\/p>\n
Master Denolm stopped, his gaze rising to the top of the ruins. Sa\u2019har stood at his side. She could sense his fear, the inner struggle to convince himself he was doing the right thing, and strongest of all, his efforts to push all the hesitation away.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut moments will come, when doubts are darkest, when I won\u2019t be there to tell you.\u201d Master Denolm turned to her. \u201cYou will have to tell yourself, to choose yourself\u2013and you will need to believe it.\u201d<\/p>\n
And then he was gone. Elom was gone. Sa\u2019har was alone. All around her, nothing but a dusty, lifeless desolation. But in the distance, she could see a dark figure, no bigger than a pinprick, on the horizon. She walked forward, and the dark figure grew as they approached each other.<\/p>\n
She could see him clearly now. Right in front of her. He was older, different, but she would recognize her brother anywhere. He looked like a fighter, strong and powerful. Around his neck were the chains Sa\u2019har saw in her nightmares, but they were broken, unbound by anything. He smiled at her and extended both his hands. When she reached out to clasp them, there was a knife cradled in his palms.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen you are ready, break free.\u201d Darkness closes in\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n
She opened her eyes, but the darkness was still there. The heat and the noise told her she was still on the floor of her space on the transport. The holocron was lit by a soft glow again, dim, but steady. The overwhelming, suffocating defeat she\u2019d felt since she escaped Elom was gone\u2026 instead, she could feel a pull in the Force, a bond connecting her to her brother, a compass guiding Sa\u2019har to Ri\u2019kan.<\/p>\n
Sa\u2019har stood, grabbed the tattered cloak she\u2019d been hiding the holocron in, and draped the cloth over the relic. She bundled it up and stashed it with her few other belongings so she could snatch them up and run as soon as the transport reached its destination, in a few days\u2019 time.<\/p>\n
When they arrived, she\u2019d have to sneak aboard a new ship, but this time, she knew where she was heading. This time, she knew what she needed to do, and who she needed to be: a warrior, a liberator, a friend\u2026 a sister.<\/p>\n
Sa\u2019har lay back on her cot and willed herself to calm down\u2013she would need plenty of rest for the fight ahead. As she relaxed the tension in her muscles, her mind drifted. She thought of Ri\u2019kan, of Master Denolm, of the woman in the galley. Before long her mind eased into sleep, content in knowing that for the first time in a long while, nightmares wouldn\u2019t come.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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