Serendipity

[Mirax Eygan]

It was not difficult, what Sol had asked of her. Mirax continued drifting, her thoughts strangely serene yet intensely focused on the field of previously untapped energy she felt flowing through her before harmlessly ebbing away. The Force. And she was sensitive to it. Why did she not know before? Why did this ability, or affinity in the Force manifest itself now - when she was already a grown adult? Most Force-sensitives were trained as children or adolescents, but her? She was ready to start her own family, have children of her own. The question persisted, stubborn.

Why . . . now?

Wishing there was someone to answer that question (since she found no answers within), Mirax opened her eyes and inhaled a sharp breath before her gaze darted to the profile of the man sitting beside her. Sol. He too, appeared out of nowhere; a cryptic guide sent by the Force to awaken her inner clairvoyance? Did this meeting happen by chance? Or were their paths steered by something far bigger than themselves; the Force, perhaps?

Is this the beginning of my new destiny?

By now, Sol had undoubtedly sensed her uneasiness. He would be dismayed but probably would not show it. She did not expect him to be impressed, however. In fact, she expected him to say nothing at all about it, he would simply file his observations away in his subconscious after he made a few more mental notes on how erratic and undisciplined she was. Ugh . . .

"It is difficult for me to concentrate here," she finally said, looking away from him. She was making excuses and he would see right through it. Deep down inside, she was simply afraid to fail.


[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

The moment Sol stops stirring the currents for Mirax he concentration fades. His sense of her in The Force dims and the can tell that her thoughts are a big roiling mess. He wasn't that good at reading surface thoughts but immersed in The Force as he was, he could get a sense of them. He was not particularly surprised by her failure. This was at best her first lesson in The Force so having her immediately figure things out would have been overly optimistic. Still, he'd hoped he could guide her to that first taste since it would help him get a better sense of her. It would have also helped her better understand what she could with The Force. Tasting the eddies he stirred was a far cry from allowing it to flow through her naturally. But she was holding herself back, getting in her own way.

"You just told me that you've never left anything half done. That you want me to dedicate myself to this training. Were you just blowing smoke?" He was speaking aloud yet his concentration never wavered. He was used to maintaining a type meditative trance in hard condition since he was a practitioner of Alchaka meditation. "Don't tell me why you can't do something or why you are failing. Just do it. I don't care how long it takes as long as you do it but if you are going to quit at the first obstacle then you should go now." His tone isn't harsh or mean, he isn't laying down an ultimatum. He is providing her with a simple fact. She'd asked if he'd train her if she was going to make excuses about why she couldn't do the training then what were they even doing?

[member="Mirax Eygan"]

 

[Mirax Eygan]

You just told me that you've never left anything half done. That you want me to dedicate myself to this training. Were you just blowing smoke?

No, I suppose not.

Mirax heard her thought come through loud and clear, then decided against voicing it. What would it matter? She has already proven herself easily shaken; Sol would not tolerate excuses, only results.

Don't tell me why you can't do something or why you are failing. Just do it. I don't care how long it takes as long as you do it but if you are going to quit at the first obstacle then you should go now.

Fine, you're right.

Her agitation wanted to linger still, but Mirax would not have it. It was time she took control of her senses, just like she did before every surgical procedure. On that table, one could not afford mistakes, no matter how minor they were. This was no different, she told herself, leaning back against the wall and directing her gaze ahead before it rested upon some unknown focal point. Reflecting on what Sol had said, the young woman realized that he was only trying to help stay the course.

Enough of this childish nonsense. Fear is for the squeamish and you, Mirax Eygan, are anything but. Now, get on with it!

Her mind was quiet now, and all around it waxing serene. Still heart, still mind, her uncle used to say when she would get overly anxious. Mirax stifled an oncoming sigh, trying to believe it. She closed her eyes on the surroundings and fell back on Sol's instructions. She felt the Force within and around her, a wondrous matrix of glowing lines created by the intersection of all living things.

Focusing inward, Mirax picked a point in her mind, made it an opening and let her restlessness drain into it. Slowly but surely, time became irrelevant - and all within its grasp, a fading memory.

She felt no emotion . . . only peace.


[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

It turned out when Mirax wasn't babbling on she could in fact listen. Listening, in turn, lead to action and they sat there for a long time in silence together just listening to the heartbeat of the universe. It was hard to say how long they just sat in that spaceport sitting, immobile as they communed with The Force. At least an hour or so. Eventually, though it is time to stop and he reaches over and pushes her shoulder. "Alright snap out of it." The time for meditation was passing because a group of security guards were approaching to see what the two were doing just sitting there.

Getting to his feet he picks up his bag. "I'll train you, first things first though. We need to get off this dumpster fire of a planet. You have a ship?" He didn't so that would be the easiest way for them to get out of here. Otherwise, they'd have to hitchhike. Once she confirms one way or another he shrugs. "Figure out what you need to figure out and we will find somewhere, where I can give you a few actual lessons. I assume you still want to learn."

[member="Mirax Eygan"]

 

[Mirax Eygan]

It took a moment, but Mirax did eventually open her eyes as instructed and looked to Sol first, then followed his gaze as it seemed preoccupied with something outside of their immediate sphere of influence. The spaceport security guards were patrolling the area and they appeared to be flocking this way. Mirax waited for Sol to gab his bag before getting to her feet, listening to his commentary in silence. To his inquiry of whether or not she had her own ship, the Lorrdian merely nodded. That ought to make things a bit easier, she thought inwardly. The thought of stowing on board a strange ship or hitchhiking made her nauseous. Funny enough, she had only arrived on Eriadu a short while ago, and now she would be leaving again - but not until she had the opportunity to see to her uncle's apartment and make sure everything was still in one piece and safe.

"Give me an hour and I'll meet you back here - or you can come along with me - if you want?"

Once her personal affairs were settled (albeit temporarily), Mirax would head to her vessel, the CEC freighter dubbed the 'Fenix', with her male companion in tow. She would show Sol to his bunk, hoping he would not mind sleeping on the lower berth. In the cockpit, One-Vee was already getting the ship ready for take off, so all that remained was figuring out their destination.

"So," Mirax regarded the man with a small smile, "where to, Sol? Or should I call you 'master'?"


[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

"No, go I'll handle this." Sol walks towards the security guards and spends a few minutes talking to them. He explains that there was nothing to be concerned with, that they were just leaving, and that the security guards should just move along. If she stuck around long enough Mirax might feel the ripples in The Force as Sol persuades the guards to not take notice. While she is gone he gets in contact with his first apprentice. [member="Zesiro"], whom he'd left on Kesh while he'd gone to complete a job. He'd been slowly hitchhiking his way back to the planet trusting her to keep up her training while he was gone. His message is short and to the point, he got her a sparring partner and they'd be back sooner rather than later.

Mirax returns and they step aboard her ship. "We are going to Kesh and Sol is fine most of the time. When we are training call me Master." He says simply. He wasn't big on formalities but while training it was good for the student to remember they needed to pay attention and learn because one person present was the Master. He didn't have any issue with the lower bunk and he would keep up their training while they traveled. Mostly focusing on meditation.

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[member="Mirax Eygan"]