#choosing the queue

     She was on patrol again, she volunteered this time, anything to get away from her screaming newborn nephew. These were the days she wished her father would let her go off planet and train, because sooner or later she’d have to change the baby and she’d definitely be using the force to do so. Her mother would call it a misuse of her ability and she’d never hear the end of it.      This was the first chance she’d gotten to meditate in days. Breathing in the fresh air and the peace and quiet was ruined quite suddenly when she felt a change in the force. Her eyes opened wide and looked around for the source of the disturbance.Her feet carried her along familiar paths till she stopped and noticed a figure moving nearby.

       Hiding among the trees of the Starkiller base she looked for any and all intel she could get. Managing to sneak on a troop ship and using the force to keep her invisible to those on the ship. Getting communications out was going to be difficult and more than likely get her killed but she would do what it took to end this before it became another Empire. The grey jedi had only just barely survived the attacks and hunts she wasn’t willing to put her kin at risk again. Her brothers had to continue the line she would be the one to protect them.         She was moving closer to the base when she sensed a strong force user the feeling almost taking her breath away for a moment, “That must be him...”

She had been in the order for a while and with the death Master Sy she was back to being on her own. She walked up the temple’s stairs a new wave of grief hanging over her. She took a deep breath and continued to go forward, when she noticed a face she’d seen before. Walking over to the man she let a smile cross her face, “Excuse me, Master Obi-wan Kenobi. Do you mind if I borrow you for a moment?”

She was on patrol outside the temple, with the First Order’s grasp reaching further into the galaxy there was a possibility of the temple being a target. Her com buzzed in her ear and sigh of frustration escaped her. “Rohan, Naveen, cut it out that’s annoying..” “Wasn’’t us. Something’s interfering with our system go check the right side of the mountain.” Rohan’s voice had answered, so she believed him. Heading to the right she spotted a ship and her heart skipped a beat. “There’s a ship, it’s pretty good size. There’s a force user on board, I can feel it.” There was a rustling sound in the background and her brother’s voice came over the mic. “Check it out but dont get too close. We’ll get everything ready here.” She nodded, “alright I’m going for it.” As she spoke she lept over a fallen down tree and headed toward the ship.

There was a sound from near by, her lightsaber flew to her hand. Her thumb hovered of the the trigger switch. Something in the force felt uneasy, she could feel the user nearby but couldn’t tell what they were. She hadn’t made many friends since joining the order, she’d made enemies in confederacy and even some in the order. There were many of the masters that felt her presence could be damaging to other padawans. With a sigh she decided to speak, “Show yourself.”

Her toes curled into the grass, she took a deep breath closing her eyes and letting herself relax just a little. She began to move through the motions of her morning routine that she had been doing since she was able to comprehend what she was. Her father was strict about keeping a balance to the abilities she possessed, keeping between light and dark was no easy task. She refocused again feeling someone else not far off, she didn’t hear footsteps but she could tell they were there. Rythel didn’t even bother to turn around to see who was in the area. “If you wish to join all you have to do is ask.”