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No Turning Back.

“Keep your head down, boy!”

William was already having trouble seeing through the thick brush on Barab’s jungle surface. The pitch black darkness that was cast over the planet during its short night cycles constricted his view even more, and it didn’t help that he had now been pulled further into the muck below him. Although he couldn’t entirely complain about the darkness, as it was the only thing keeping the two suns of Barab from frying himself and his companion.

Screams echoed through the night, followed by a short burst of blaster fire that illuminated a spot in the trees just ahead of the pair.

“Trying to get yourself killed? Now ye’ stay down until I tell ya’ otherwise. Got it?”

William wiped the mud and leaves from his vision, focusing in on the older man that gave him the 'friendly' advice. Just as he got a clear look at the old man’s face, red began to obscure his sight.

“Gods- did you get hit?” The man across from him in the ditch went to tend to an apparent wound on his forehead before being ushered away by the younger one.

I’m fine, Ser. I think I hit my head on the speeder when everyone made a break for i-.” More blasters, more illuminations. Things were starting to get fuzzy for the young man.

Roland crawled up higher on the bank to get a better look, holding his hand back to keep a previously eager Will from climbing up to see. It was probably for the best..William was starting to forget just where they were.

He sat back in the ditch, attempting to focus on what had happened hours before the two found themselves in hiding.

Was it days before, weeks maybe..years? No, not years, but he couldn’t recall at this point. He could recall the ‘keep’ on another planet, warriors that bear resemblance to trandoshans and lizards- but more ugly in the young man's opinion. Blades, blasters, blood.. The soldiers that protected this keep seemed to fall so easily, despite their armaments.

But..What planet was it?

Roland..Where are we?” Everything began to go blurry as red began to obscure his vision once more.

This prompted a quick turn around from his ally, eyes wide as he went to deliver a solid slap across Will’s face. The blow would straighten the young man up enough just in time to spot another figure diving through the brush directly beside the two. This motion forced Roland and William into a defensive position- at least as defensive as the two could be in their current state. After the keep had been taken, the surviving members that had been defending their allies were taken by the strange attackers. They had been starved, tortured, and worse- some had been executed.

The short of it: they were in no state to put up any kind of fight. Much to the two’s relief, it was another familiar face that had appeared. Unsure of the man’s name, Will only recognized him as one of the soldiers that had been in the keep once it had fallen.

The younger man let his body fall limp, resting his exhausted body while Roland moved to speak to the newly-arrived soldier.

"Cal, where are the others?" Roland placed his hand on the man's shoulder, looking for an answer while the older man of authority checked over their ally for wounds. The soldier only shook his head, giving a side-eyed glance over towards William that he could only barely make out in the darkness.

"Some of the guardsmen are still on the run. Those that tried to fight the damned lizards are dead. I did manage to snag these when everyone made a break from the cave system." He produced a set of two short vibro-blades from the tattered rags he was wearing, passing one off to Roland.

"Did you get a signal out?" Roland questioned the soldier as he accepted the crude weapon, obviously from the armaments of their attackers.

"Aye..It cost' us few lives, but we were able to send out a distress from the cave system we were in. Lizards had a good bit of tech there."

William only watched on as the two older men spoke to one another, feeling completely out of the loop, he'd lift a hand to the wound on his head to slow any bleeding that continued. Roland reached over and quickly ripped a piece of cloth from the soldier's already-tattered shirt, moving over to his wounded counterpart. He began to wrap the torn cloth around the wound.

"I don't feel too well, ser."

"Shut your mouth boy..If I am right, by the looks of our captors, we're in Silver Jedi space. Now if we're lucky, that signal will reach someone before day comes..Hopefully they will bring a ship to get you off planet. Now, bite down on this-" He picked up a nearby branch and snapped it quickly, wincing at the sound in hopes no one else heard it.

"Wait, what do you mean by get me o-" Before Will could say another word, he was biting down on the stick as Roland tightened the bandage around his wound, sending a piercing pain through his body suddenly.

Then, darkness.

[member="Aida Aquila"]
 
A lone ship waited in orbit over the jungle world of Barab.

Just why? Not even the pilot or the passenger really knew, not yet. Aida Aquila had a feeling about this place, and she'd come based on that fact alone. After so many years of travel, she'd learned to trust these things. She sat in co-pilot chair, hands folded, eyes closed.

The pilot, a young man, opened his mouth to inquire...

Aida opened her eyes, turned, and aimed a placid smile his way. “Soon,” She said, eerily and mysteriously calm – as was her way. The pilot, Cal, had traveled with the enigmatic Jedi Master before, and he knew better than to question her strange hunches. The blonde woman's lips curled into a slight inkling of a smile.

The crackling of their comm system suddenly drew their attention. On the other end, there were frantic voices – and the sound of struggle. Aida's eyes shifted to fix her pilot in a sidelong glance, and she gave the slightest nod. Coordinates had been given, and Aida would go there, no questions asked.

When their ship set down, Cal had hassled her about wandering out into the night without an idea of what waited, but Aida held up a silent hand in response. Dressed in a pristine robe of white, she would look a peculiar sight as she stepped down the ramp – a lightness around her, almost a beacon.

Stay with the ship,” She said, glancing over her shoulder, knowing that Cal was waiting.

And so, the Jedi traveler walked on – without a weapon on her person, not even a saber.

[member="William Rownan"]
 
"Go! Keep moving!"

William's eyes krept open to the sound of Roland's voice. The bandage that had been wrapped around his head to stop the bleeding from his wound was also covering one of his eyes, a simple mistake due to Roland dressing the wound in the dark. However, even with a lack of sight in the darkness, and a rather blurry excuse for vision out of his one visible eye, he could tell he was being carried over the shoulders of Cal..That, and that they were being chased.

He couldn't quite tell how he knew, being more focused on the red that began to obscure his vision once more. For some reason, he had this feeling: the trio was being hunted. Six..No-seven? Seven trackers. The boy's suspicion was only confirmed after a red streak raced by the hurried feet of his comrade, a blaster bolt that went wide.

"Feth, the kids heavy!"

"Quit yer' complaining or else this'll all be for nothing! Now move!"

Suddenly, something else clicked. Not something, but someone- He couldn't exactly put his finger on what he was feeling, but somehow he knew that there was another.

He attempted to push words out of his lips, but he couldn't manage anything. Dehydration, starvation, and his wound were all stacking up and taking its tole on the young man's body.

"Go..Left." The words were barely audible, but they made their way to Cals' ears.

"What did he just karkin' say?" Cal huffed as he attempted to keep his footing, readjusting the positioning of the man on his shoulder while keeping the fastest pace he could.

Roland, on the other hand, didn't hesitate another moment. "You heard him! Left, now!"

The group broke off of the 'path' they were following, crashing through numerous thick shrubs and brush. This shortcut ultimately caused the man carrying Will to tumble out forward into a separate path, dropping William at the same time as his fall. Everything went black again for the younger man.

This place..It is not in your plan

Roland jumped out of the brush after Cal, moving immediately to try and pull up Will, before stopping suddenly. Roland stood straight up, catching his breath at the same time as he stared down the dark path. It was another figure, too far to tell who or what.

He knew this was the right direction, the kid said so.

With a raise of his hand above his head, he'd hope the figure would somehow see them through the darkness. Another blaster bolt skipped past them, slamming into one of the trees beside them, throwing sparks and flames into the brush. The older man ducked the sparks and flames suddenly, moving to pull up the soldier."Get the boy up Cal, now!"


[member="Aida Aquila"]
 
Advancing with brisk steps, Aida could feel two distinct groups on approach. One that was, hostile, angry, violent. And the other, desperate, frightened... but hopeful. Attuned to their direction, the Jedi Master moved with purpose. Her own aura bright as day, almost giving her skin a subtle glow in the nighttime darkness.

A single presence called, she could hear it now – she could feel it.

It was light, but it was also raw and untamed. A presence that needed direction and proper training. Already, she could feel the pulse in the night, it had a certain strength, but it was fading.

Arriving at the dense treeline, where bushes and bramble came to meet her, she drew the force around her. A breath, Aida pushed out a small pulse of light, continuing to return the silent call of the force. It was full of benevolence, kindness, and warmth.

The bushes began to rustle, and the group of men emerged.

And blaster fire followed them. Moving into position to protect them, Aida held her arms wide – a great barrier of force protection expanded, shimmering just slightly. Bolts were deflected, sent back towards the source.

Go,Aida urged the men, though they struggled to carry the form of an unconscious young man. “My ship awaits, just there.” Her voice was a calm flow but carried a tone of urgency.

The attackers seemed undeterred by the presence of Aida. Those in pursuit had cruel hearts, they would not hesitate to kill. Still, the Jedi Master was cut from a very different cloth. Concentrating, she turned her barrier into a strong wave of the light, which she sent swiftly out. The force would crash against their pursuers, knocking them from their feet.

It would, hopefully, give her new companions time enough to get to the ship.

[member="William Rownan"]
 
The two men that were doing their best to pull the younger man up were hesitant to move, and for good reason too. They had been captive for quite some time. However, this was the first friendly face that wasn't reptilians that they had seen in years. If they needed any more confirmation that the newcomer was on their side, they received it when she stepped between the trio and their assailants, projected a wide field of protection.

A volley of blasters was deflected, shooting back into the darkness. Several Barabel fell onto the path out from the brush they were concealed in, unmoving. There seemed to be hesitation from the rest as a great number showed up in the treelines, watching the newcomer with their bright eyes. Some spoke out in their native tongue, exclaiming to the others that she was, in fact, a force-user, perhaps even a Jedi. Most Barabel had great respect for Jedi, but these..Something else drove these to the chase. Perhaps credits drove their motivation, it was entirely up in the air at this point in time. Roland and Cal didn't take the time to stop and think, once Aida pushed out her field, they made their way towards the direction she had pointed.

Their reptilian pursuers were quick to regain themselves after the initial shockwave, moving around the brush to the side of the Jedi threat, and towards her on the path. Their focus seemed to be on the trio running towards the ship in the distance. Most drew their vibroblades and cruel melee weapons in an attempt to not get discouraged by the Jedi's deflectors.

It wasn't long before the two men reached the ship, almost dropping the younger man onto the ramp of the ship and into the care of Aida's copilot.

Before Cal tried to get on the ship with the copilot and William, Roland stopped him with a hand, nodding to his vibro blade.

"No turning back now, boy."

Cal simply nodded, pulling his own blade and turning. The two had an oath, one that would be fulfilled.

The two moved into the jungle, moving past Aida and toward their attackers.

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Wake up
William awoke to sudden fright, almost like from a bad nightmare. He looked around frantically, trying to recall the last thing that happened. Funny, he honestly couldn't. His head was a blur and everytime he tried to think it pained him. A glance around put him in a rather calming area. With a reach to his forehead with two fingers, the place where the gash would have been was now gone..Only a raised area where a supposed scar would have been.

He swung his legs over the bed, and looked down at his body. The rags that he had left in were still present so it obviously wasn't some kind of bad dream. He'd push himself up cautiously, pacing himself before moving towards the exit of his hut gingerly. His bare feet attempting to find common ground having gone from the cold mud and dirt of Barab's night cycle to the hard floor. He was even more surprised to open up the hut's door and see a even more peaceful sight.

A woman, cooking a meal ahead of him. Her back was towards him and the hut he exited from. As far as he could tell for now, it was only her and himself at the location

He was hesitant to even call out at this point, moving down the steps and advancing towards her quietly.


[member="Aida Aquila"]
 
Aida knelt over a heavy cooking pot that had a heavy bottom. The pot itself was set on a tripod that let it sit serenely over a small fire. A wooden spoon in hand, she gave the contents a stir. It was a clear broth, to which she added a cutting board full of chopped vegetables, fragrant herbs, and energizing spices.

Even with her back to the hut, she knew that the single occupant had just awakened.

“Glad you're awake,” She said, calmly. She didn't immediately turn to face him, but she aimed a glance over her shoulder when she sensed hesitation. Offering a kind smile, she motioned for him to come and sit by the warmth of the fire.

“Come,” She said, reassuringly. “We have quite a lot to talk about.”

She lifted two small bowls, each had been carved from dried out gourds. Carefully, she ladled some soup into each bowl. She set a bowl of soup and a spoon onto a large, round stump that served as a table... there were cushions on the ground around it. Aida also placed down a piece of hearty bread and a canteen of fresh water.

“I'm sure you have questions, let me try to answer – this place is called Serenity's Reach. It is a safe haven for people like you, people that have just come out of very traumatic situations. This is a place of rest and recovery for body and mind.” She smiled, “And I am Aida Aquila, a Jedi Master.”

Motioning to the food, she hoped that he had an appetite.

“How do you feel?”

[member="William Rownan"]
 

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