Eweev's tales (II)

Eweev walked into the house she had grown up in. Sadness filtered through her, as she looked around the now littered house seeing the destruction all around her.

She could feel Mark behind her. He felt cautious, as he picked his way among the remnants of furniture and a lifetime of memories.

She bent down to pick up a holovid. Borsk Naefai stood smiling at her, frozen for an eternity. The only thing left of the man who had loved and raised her as his own daughter. A stray tear slid down her face.

Eweev jumped as she felt a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Master?” he asked, as he crouched down beside her.

Eweev smiled, as memories flooded back to her. “This man made my childhood happy.” She opened her pack and placed the holovid inside.

“Your Father?”

She nodded. “Borsk adopted me and treated me as his own.” She stood, brushing dust from her skirt. Her eyes took in his. “I need to do this.” She couldn’t explain the compelling urge that pushed her forward.

“What happened here?” he finally asked, as they made their way upstairs. Pictures hung at various angles, as they went up the stairs.

“The Stormtroopers,” Eweev said, sighing, as she placed a hand on a knob and began to turn it. She gave a little shove in the force to shift the debris behind the door on the other side. “They must have searched this place for me, after they killed my Father.”

She paused just inside to survey the damage. The bed was overturned, its purple coverings strewn across the floor. Lamps lay shattered on their sides. The dresser was toppled over; its drawers and contents flung haphazardly.

The closet door hung askew on its hinges. Everything inside had been dumped to the floor in their search.

Eweev shifted in the rubble, picking up a small porcelain doll. She hugged it close to her heart; grateful one thing had survived the destruction.

Mark followed her, as she picked her way back through the rubble, holding onto the relic from her childhood.

She made her way down the hall and into another room at the back.

When she tried the door, it gave easily. The destruction in this room wasn’t as bad as hers.

She stepped over an overturned drawer, her eyes on the air shimmering before her.

She felt her heart beat faster, as she watched the air resolve itself into the force ghost of her Mother.

Deanna reached out to touch her daughter’s cheek. “The answers you seek are here, My Daughter.”

Eweev’s eyes widened. “I seek no answers.”

Her mother smiled at her. “Your heart does.” That smile turned sad. “You are walking a dangerous path.” She reached out with a luminescent hand, caressing her daughter’s cheek. “He doesn’t want to see you go down this path.”

A silent tear slid down Eweev’s cheek.

Eweev's tales

Eweev hooked the stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear, as she stepped out of the small star port and into the dusty street.

A small cantina was on her left. It would probably be empty at this time of the day. On the right, was a medical center.

A soft breeze blew her hair across her face. She smiled, moving it behind her other ear, as she took in the metal fence encircling the buildings, to keep small animals out of this place.

Beyond the fence, stood the rolling purple land she was so familiar with. It was just as she had remembered all of it.

Eweev closed her eyes, taking in all of the sounds of home.

“Are you ok, Miss?”

Eweev opened her eyes to see a tall man with dark hair standing in front of her. He wore dark brown pants and a tan shirt. A dark cloak draped his shoulders, shifting behind him in the light breeze.

Her eyes drifted to his dark, leather belt and the lightsaber resting against his hip. She resisted the urge to place her hands into the pocket of the light blue skirt she wore, to pull out her own.

Her eyes flicked up to his. She knew she couldn’t be felt by him and her lightsaber was within reach, but hidden.

Eweev gave him a bright smile. “I’m fine,” she told him. “I’m just enjoying the breeze.”

His hand went to his hilt. It was an unconscious movement, as it encircled the metal. “Are you sure?” he asked. “You seem a bit nervous.”

Eweev took a small breath. She had every right to be nervous. If he knew who she was, there would be a fight.

“Yes, thank you,” she said. “I’m just coming home for a brief visit.”

“Can I take you somewhere?” he asked. “Dantooine may not be friendly for a lady.”

Her hand went to her hip, to the DH 44 pistol holstered there. “I’m not without protection.”

Eweev could feel the darkness within him. But, there was something just underneath the surface.

He nodded.

Eweev stepped around him, as she stepped towards the cantina. The space between her shoulders blades tingled in warning.

Without thinking, her hand slipped into her pocket, withdrawing her saber hilt. She spun, as the purple blade snap-hissed to life; knocking away a blaster bold aimed her way.

She stood face to face with a tall, armor-clad man, aiming a blaster at her.

Her eyes met the first man she had been talking to. His saber was in his hands, red blade extended in warning.

The man in armor fired again. She deflected the bolt harmlessly away.

The dark Jedi jumped over the fallen man, grabbing her arm, pulling her past the cantina to an AV-21 speeder parked on the other side.

Without thinking, she jumped into the passenger side. He pushed forward on the throttle, taking them away from the mining outpost and into the grasslands of Dantooine.

He took his eyes from where he was driving to look over at her. “You’re a Jedi.”

“I am.”

“That bounty hunter was trying to capture you, not kill you.” He focused his attention back in front of him. “Why?”

It was apparent he hadn’t figured out who she was.

“Darth Vader wants me alive.”

He nodded. “Where are we going?”

“Just head north west,” she told him.

“Unusual,” he said, his eyes fixing on hers again. “Of course, you’re an unusual woman.” He fixed his gaze on where he was driving. “I’m Mark, by the way.”

She slid her lightsaber back into her pocket, pushing her hair out of her face. “I’m Eweev.”