THE FORCE FIGHTS WITH ME — !

she’s quiet for a moment, head slightly bowed --- the most she’ll let herself crack under the weight of it. in the end she says simply, “i volunteered.” the path she’s walked has not been a kind one, but she chose it. that the jedi council hadn’t agreed ... maybe it was injustice. she’s wanted to let go of that anger, but maybe she shouldn’t, not entirely.

meetra watches bastila worriedly, carefully tucked away in her room at the new jedi temple. they’re worried about their friend — they don’t know what’s wrong with her entirely, but it’s clear enough that something is. bastila is … used to keeping her feelings to herself, they think, but they want her to know that they’re here for her, if she’ll let them. they always will be. “what’s going on, bastila ? i know this is more than the attacks.“

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at jocasta’s words, she bites her tongue, choosing words with care and precision, both for respect and herself - there was much she did not want to say, nor had said to many ( or, any but one ). “i appreciate your concern, master nu.” she doesn’t bother to correct jocasta’s address - despite her state as the eldest displaced by timeline, and the deeds she had accomplished there, bastila was no jedi master - and instead smiles politely with the response. “it’s been a hard time for us all, but i was lucky enough to be relatively uninjured by the events at hapes.” she keeps it vague, polite, formal - no need to mention what had happened during hapes, or how it had sunk its claws into her and refused to let her forget in the weeks after.

another meeting that had come with the exact same result as the one’s before it. knowing the names of the creatures, and apparently their intentions, that had attacked hapes consortium and so many other places across the galaxy had brought no more answers about them. it was nearly infuriating, though padmé remained a calm exterior, even offering a small smile when she recognized a familiar face. “bastila, it’s wonderful to see you again – especially looking so well, after everything recently.”

“we’re lucky to have skill in force healing within our ranks,” ( including herself, although she does not say it ) she responds quietly, knowing talk of the jedi still raised eyebrows for many within the new government. “i’m glad to see you here as well, after everything. the new republic needs your leadership in this time more than ever.” lowering her voice, a more mischievous smile touches her face. “tell me, how do you manage to look so refined at these things? i can’t help but feel my irritation plain on my face, no matter what i try.”

nothing new

the tears made aayla’s eyes glassy, as they took in the temple. she stood outside of it, just staring. quickly moving a hand up they brushed away any chance of the tears actually falling. a feeling of being watched tickles at the back of their neck and they look down towards the ground, before looking back up. “is there something i can do to help you??” they ask trying their best to sound unbothered. 

        ❝i guess you are right❞ he shook his head, they had never shared a common enemy before, this might be the only chance, ❝jedi and sith had been ancient enemies, for millennia… are we sure a common threat would be enough to wipe that much bad blood?❞

at his second comment, the edge of her mouth quirks upwards into a small smile, hope and a tinge of amusement crossing her features. "we used to say the same of jedi and mandalorians, did we not? and now many fight side by side with us." it was an odd trend amongst those who had been brought back - or who had already been in this time - with so many mandalorian warriors having found companionship and an ally in at least one jedi. a far cry from the galaxy she'd left, but she appreciated it, both for the unity it signaled and for the reduction of one more possible thread amongst all this violence ( raised in war, always a tactical mind, she could not help but think it ).

Trever hated Medbays. It felt like he’d been stuck in that one for another lifetime, endlessly waiting for news about Roan. Of course he wasn’t allowed to really go inside, because he wasn’t family in the medic’s eyes. (had they ever heard that family’s more than blood? probably not) Alone in his corner, he was not in a good mood — but was good at pretending he was just waiting. Until he felt a gaze lingering on him, making Trever feel uneasy. That was an old habit of living on the streets — life was better for him if he stayed hidden. And trouble came when people looked at him that long. “don’t just stand there, looking at me,” he told the stranger, trying his best to hide how scared he was.

“are you waiting for someone inside?” perhaps she could provide a moment of good news. more likely not, many injuries too far to repair even with the force, but she could only hope the force had guided this boy’s path and saved whomever he waited for.