#zabrak

Sitting on the bed caused a poof of dust to scatter and dance around in the path of light and I watched it a moment before finally breaking the stillness.

"I'm sorry for causing It the distress I have, but I can't apologize for doing it."

"You had no right to take it!" the words spat out with anger and betrayal.

"It was going to stay, It was obeying Master, It was not yours to take"

I titled my head in half agreement to the empty room. "Maybe."

"I met the master." Silence. "He offered to make Rekha and I tools too. I'm pretty sure it wasn't a request, we said no. He hurt Rekha"

"I saw it on the video" the voice coming out of the closet was sad and quite.

"why did it help us escape, Shikkar?"

A pause.

"You would not survive the training. It did not want that, It was going to stay! It is a good weapon!"

"It is a good weapon, a great one even" I agreed with the closet door's outburst.

I paused for a moment.

"this being a Jedi thing is all very new to me. I was a youngling, but never got the chance to be trained as a padawan. I ended up being part of the work core. Its where I picked up my skills with computers and repairing things.

When I left with Lulcian I kept repairing things. Its what I was good at, and in turn they kept us safe, kept us alive. I learned to listen to machines, they couldn't always tell me something was wrong but I could still hear and feel it and I did what I could to keep them working.

Shikkar is a unique weapon. It is organic. I don't know how.. I can't repair It if It gets damaged. I was afraid it would be hurt if I left it."

"It didn't want to go, It was fine, It never should have listen to the woman" the voice sounded miserable and conflicted.

"What woman?" I asked though I had a suspicion of the answer to come.

Shikkar talked about some visions, and how she had talked to Shikkar back on the ship using J3, This was her room. It had come here before but never into the other room. It didn't want/ couldn't do it.

"Why" I asked

"Because it might show It was a person once"

The statement was quiet, yet there it was a thread of vulnerability. What would it mean to one that had been crafted and formed to this state of existence? Honed to perfection, what methods would you have to go through to get to that point?

"Well.." I paused trying to form my words carefully.

"It doesn't have to look right now, It doesn't have to look ever if it doesn't want to." The door to the closet slid open slightly as a pair of eyes looked out from a pile of old robes.

I continued " I think it might be worth considering, but it doesn't have to and it doesn't have to do it alone."

"For now I would recommend eating something"

"It is functional" insisted the pile of robes

"I have no doubt, but seeing as how its been several days at least since I last saw it eat I'm advising as a mechanic that it could use fuel to operate and a more optimal level"

That argument seemed to finally win-out and a hand stuck out from between the clothing pile and retreated with the offered food when handed it. the closet door slightly partly shut again though a tearing of wrappers and eating could be heard.

J3 could be heard talking to someone over the coms and excused himself to go get the ship ready for our soon to be mission, and Rekha's presence cold be felt moving closer to our location.

"Oh yeah so we have a mission if you are feeling up to it, but also understandable if you you need more time, we've been through a lot the past few days. we could use you though"

I clumsily explained the force vision and that the the council though it worth checking it out. As I finished the door to the closet fulled opened and Shikkar stepped out.

"I need to get ready" and It said.

I nodded and stood up "We have a little time but will need to get going shortly"