The Black Lion
While the caf brewed, Thirdas stood leaning over the counter as he stretched the night's stiffness from his body. His shoulder was still sore, but it was healing thanks to the bacta. His head snapped to the left, then immediately to the right, stretching the joints in his neck and making the pair of dog tags rattle against his chest.
The brewer clicked off as it completed its task, just as Kyra appeared from her quarters looking more like herself. He poured a pair of mugs and slid hers along the counter before claiming the other. No milk, no sugar. Black and bitter.
Then came her question out of the blue. He sipped his brew while thinking of an answer.
"Once, when I was little. Back in a time when my dad thought I'd grow up to become a Jedi like the rest of my family. He sat me down and explained the concept to me. I was four so, most of it went over my head."
He took another sip.
"It... didn't end well. I closed my eyes, and after a while I was just sort of... swallowed up by the Force. I experienced terrible visions. I saw my father die, my mother, my siblings. My people, my home was in flames."
Staring down into his mug, he caught his shadowy reflection in the dark liquid.
"After dad got through to me and managed to bring me back, I wept for hours. You'll forgive me if I didn't feel like giving it another try after that traumatic experience."
Raising his mug, he downed all that remained as if it were an alcoholic beverage rather than hot caf. He put the mug on the counter and eyed Kyra suspiciously.
"Why?"
The brewer clicked off as it completed its task, just as Kyra appeared from her quarters looking more like herself. He poured a pair of mugs and slid hers along the counter before claiming the other. No milk, no sugar. Black and bitter.
Then came her question out of the blue. He sipped his brew while thinking of an answer.
"Once, when I was little. Back in a time when my dad thought I'd grow up to become a Jedi like the rest of my family. He sat me down and explained the concept to me. I was four so, most of it went over my head."
He took another sip.
"It... didn't end well. I closed my eyes, and after a while I was just sort of... swallowed up by the Force. I experienced terrible visions. I saw my father die, my mother, my siblings. My people, my home was in flames."
Staring down into his mug, he caught his shadowy reflection in the dark liquid.
"After dad got through to me and managed to bring me back, I wept for hours. You'll forgive me if I didn't feel like giving it another try after that traumatic experience."
Raising his mug, he downed all that remained as if it were an alcoholic beverage rather than hot caf. He put the mug on the counter and eyed Kyra suspiciously.
"Why?"
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