Miri smiled. <
Traveling in comfort, even on a mission of justice? You spoil me.> The
Conestoga was, for all intents and purposes, her home. Since she had met Kyell, she hoped it had become a home to him too.
It was also to their benefit that they would have use of the freighter’s extensive medical facilities, which were comparable to a small hospital in their scope and capabilities. Miri could finish recuperating from her injuries along the way, healing fully just in time to receive fresh wounds from Sahar.
Hopefully the good guys would prove victorious in the rematch, at least.
Joining Kyell in the cockpit a short time later, she punched in the coordinates to Shili. The stars streaked into white lines as they shot off into hyperspace.
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Shili... isn't that the Togruta homeworld?> She didn't know much else about it, apart from the fact that it had many forests. A good place to hide out, she supposed.
Miri turned to Kyell. His face was illuminated by the pale glow of hyperspace shining through the viewport windows. It made him look younger, a little more like the boyish Padawan she had first met hanging upside down from a tree. Watching him, Miri felt a sudden ache inside, a pang in her chest, like she was about to lose something.
She harbored no doubts as to the necessity of this mission. Merely thinking of the trauma he had experienced, and of how he had relived the sadistic torture Sahar put him through in his nightmares was enough to make her loathe the Imperial Knight enough to want her dead. But she loved Kyell more than she hated Sahar. In the end, she was doing this for him.
It was in times like this, when her heart felt too full, that she found it hard to think about justice or revenge. A stab of worry made her reconsider.
Turn back.
Don’t do this. Go home to Coruscant. Go back to your studies, back to stargazing and lovemaking and talking about the future you want to build together. You’re not ready for this. Give it just a little more time…
But Miri shook her head. Their course was set. The ship had sailed. It was time to make Sahar pay.
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I hope you don’t mind, I’m going to bed early,> she said, rising from the pilot’s chair. <
Doctors said I needed plenty of rest. And I do so love sleeping…>
Trailing off, she swept a few locks of Kyell’s dark hair out of his eyes, then leaned forward to kiss his forehead. “
Good night, beloved,” she whispered, before heading toward their shared quarters.