Lark reluctantly followed the new beings that fought alongside him to escape. He disliked working in groups, he had always preferred handling situations in his own way. But in moments like this, more numbers would be more beneficial than flying solo. The blaster he had taken from the pirate was small, and he could fire it in one hand and fend off any who got a bit to close to him with his knife. At least the people with him were well equipped. As far as he could tell everyone had a weapon, and one of them had a blade that Lark could barely see when swung. Luckily the pirates didn't seem very bright, as far as Lark could tell they were the only group managing to resist their barrage.
A pair of pirates bolted around a corner, and immediately Lark downed one with a shot to the head. The other aimed his gun, but Lark let out a kick that knocked it out of his hands. Another white worm charged them, knocking them to the ground. Lark rose quickly, and before the pirate could rise, Lark got close to him and primed his grenade. The worn began devouring him, and Lark pushed the beast off the balcony, it blew to pieces as it descended.
Lark smiled peacefully, and the others continued to fight. Lark turned to help them, he might not be happy at having to work with them, but he'd have a better chance of escaping if they were alive. He aimed his-
An unbearable ringing sounded in his ears, and Lark clutched his head in pain. He looked around, hand almost sticking to his face, which was covered in the blood of pirates. Lark was aware of his force sensitivity, but sometimes whenever the Force was present around Lark, it would give him painful migraines. Lark tried to find the source of the Force, but his vision had become hazy. Was that a crystal? And the red-headed girl, it almost looked like she felt it too, although she wasn't in pain.
The wave of pain subsided, even when the Force continued to be used the discomfort typically subsided after only a few moments. Sometimes Lark would experience episodes like this, and sometimes the Force wouldn't bother him in the slightest. But he could always feel it. He needed to learn to master it. Lark clutched a balcony rail, steadying himself before he rejoined the escape attempt.
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