Private Stolen Light

[Isla Reingard]

Rain lashed against the stone balcony of her Naboo home. Tonight, it felt like a countdown. Isla sat upright, her sheets tangled around her legs like the memories of Ukatis. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the same blonde hair and heard the same annoying voice.

Abishai was a stain on her vision that refused to wash out. Months had passed since the Life Day Festival, yet the weight of the missing Kyber crystal felt like a physical hole in her chest. She often wondered if the Force would have stayed quiet if she had simply let him run. Instead, she had pursued him with a stubbornness that surprised even her.

Months Ago.

The cold air of Ukatis bit at her skin as she tracked the familiar scent of street rat and desperation through the crowd. He was a beacon of chaotic energy, smelling of old grease. Finding him near the outskirts of the city felt like destiny rather than luck. He was heading for the hangars, likely intending to vanish into the stars with her property tucked in his pocket.

"Abishai!"

The name tore from her throat, fueled by frustration. Seeing the back of his head sparked a fire in her mind. Without hesitation, Isla reached into the Force and shoved. She didn't use a gentle nudge, she struck with the blunt force of someone tired of being a victim.

"Give it back!"

Abishai Jade​

 

[Abishai Jade]

Freedom was within his grasp, a miracle for sure. But one that was short lived and ripped away in a moment. He had felt her presence, looming on the edges of his escape, but had become arrogant...cocky...self-assured. The concussive blast of Force energy that alerted him to her immediacy ripped his pride from him as he flew through the air.

The collision with the wall broke something. More than just his pride. He felt something in his arm crack. The pain did not hit immediately, but when he landed on the ground he favoured the arm that had not been mercilessly thrust into the duracrete wall.

"Cark it!" He spat, before turning towards Isla in a moment of pure instinct. His sore arm reached forward, towards her, the spike in pain fueling his anger. And one word echoed in his mind.

Choke.

He gripped her neck through the Force, without even a moments hesitation. His face contorted in agony and rage. Then he stood, lifting her with him.

It didn't last long. His arm dropped to his side, and with it, Isla dropped to the ground.

Guilt.

"You took it from me," he snarled, before turning and limping as quickly as he could towards the shuttle ticket booth. His arm throbbed, and he pulled it close with his other hand becoming its sling.

Isla Reingard
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