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Lost, not Found

Sabarene

'She's gone.' It wasn't time to dwell on it, on Corvus leaving, but every time she took a breath, awake or asleep, the last words said to her were whispered in her ears. It was why she had ventured to Chazwa, hoping that her acting out would draw the Jedi out, that maybe if she did something bad enough then perhaps Corvus would come back just out of a sense of duty.

How wrong was she.

She hadn't been prepared for the duel with the Nautolan, she hadn't truly - honestly - anticipated it happening. Nothing could have made her ready to have the shield of the Jedi not intervene. Nobody stopped her, nobody kept her from ripping those people apart - from painting walls with their bodies. Who knew how many people died in the conflict? Who knew how many people had lost their homes, their livelihoods, because she was being selfish?

It was why she had left and traveled to Sabarene, escaping public scrutiny, escaping reality.

And for what? To be alone? To get away?

To die.

Alone.
 
Sabarene was a dusty, dirt-filled, world. A hundred miles, kilometers - whatever - and you would never see a soul, or at least never expect to. Civilization out here, in the farthest corners of the galaxy, the edge of the galactic disc, was just as it had been when she was a little girl. Houses made of mud, of stone, caves with sandy beds, and no government to speak of.

It had been several days since she had arrived, dropped out of a freighter with her wrists bound by chains. Her clothes, now, were little more than rags, and the only thing that kept her safe from the sun was the cloak wrapped around her - the same one she'd been given to by Corvus on her birthday. Worn shoes, torn and dirty sleeves, and chapped lips. If her hair wasn't tied loosely behind her neck she wasn't sure if she would have even bothered to keep moving - life simply started to spiral down worse and worse with every passing moment.

But this was her punishment, her own, feeble, way of making amends - to die for those she killed, a life for a life.
 

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