~~ Hidden dreams ~~
The “Nighthawk”
~~
Walking out of the wood into the clearing, where several docks were built, Feya went toward a “brand new” ship. The “Nighthawk”.
She didn’t choose the name, in fact it was sold with this one, but she kept the ID nonetheless, liking it.
It was a bargain sale, but the light escort was quite alright to her new owner’s taste. With some help it got brand new equipment, and the rest was mainly about maintenance and small fixes.
It didn’t help as Feya moved all her furniture from her place back from Veles into the ship, because she had to now go behind some of it to make repairs and adjustments.
She spent several hours replacing wires, connectors, power cells; placing new weaponry, checking the hyperdrive and other systems onboard; etc.
The young jedi isn’t really an expert starship engineer and is more of an all around tinkerer, the appearance of the repairs was crude but seemed solid and safe. For everything that was hidden behind panels, it wasn’t pretty and more of a mess, with no cable management. Not a safety hazard but if someone else had to do repairs, there would be no schematics to figure out what is what right away, except for the one who did all that work.
For everything visible, Feya at least took care to make it at least a bit comfortable to see. No overhanging cables, no loose panels, maybe a bit rough here and there but that was it. She does care about outside visuals for any potential visitors, even if it seems a bit rough.
She didn’t paint the entire outside hull, kept the classic durasteel grey of it, but made parallel blue stripes from the front toward the back of it.
She didn’t really care about the passing time as she was working on the “Nighthawk”, her way to focus like that on tinkering was her method to meditate, an active meditation. She wasn’t really thinking and working more instinctively, in her own “unique” style of fixes, and to also reflect on all that happened back these last days… This entire mess…
It was started with the drink given by Kevin, something that Feya doesn’t even remember. It wasn’t helping as the people who were there didn’t really payed attention.
Anyway it wasn’t about Kevin after that, more to prevent the same situation from happening to someone else.
Feya doesn’t really understood how the case morphed into a court case against sheriff Elyd, but at that time it was true that her calls for aid were ignored all around. And with the current events there’s almost no doubt of internal struggle within Czerka and all this Sith issue, she understood Elyd’s overwhelming situation.
She sought guidance and advice after her Jedi peers, but almost found no help in that regard. Qyil is a great information retriever and support, but Puru did the opposite, trying to shut things down. Easing things up is understandable but at this level you can’t just hide under the rug.
As for Callista there’s a lot of mixed feelings in Feya’s mind, she knows that she can care and really does, but when asking for help was dismissed it really broke a trust. Things are better now, lessons being given again, lots of talk to mend things, but this will always linger in her mind. But what happened between Callista and Corbin, was the start of this entire two weeks worth of mess.
Corbin ceased to be a padawan, Callista “broke down”. So much misunderstanding, lies and hate that led to pain and anger.
Ira almost dying by Glitch hate of her, and all that “group mentality” against them both forcing them to lay low, try to fight against it at first, to be later talked down against their beliefs and ethics. At the risk of being assaulted, provoked or else.
Sure, today things are better. Issues settling down, but some people are surely still hoping to hurt them. Being just Sith, anti-jedi, anti-republican or just like to hurt.
Something that Feya is watching for.
Ira is the person that kept her on course during all that, and is without a doubt now her closest friend she ever had.
She supports Feya and try to give back this support, allowing to vent out and share doubts, understand, and allow to be free.
Markus is a great guy on Feya’s opinion, ultimately weird, not in a bad way but more in a confusing one. He is a good man, and helping him is important for everyone, mostly for himself and Ira.
But things are weird too, it’s now the second time that Feya was told she acted oddly, with no recollection at all. It doesn’t scare her, and even if trusting and believes the others who told her… she doesn’t seem to be able to even think about it, just leaving her confused.
But it wasn’t important, this last thought was quickly forgotten, as right now there’s a war, Sith experimenting, “zombies”, spies, being followed,…all that is going on. And Feya needs to be ready, being taught by the order, her own self training in her abilities, skills or by perfecting her gear, to the point to have thoughts on her lightsabers she left behind three years ago…
Feya took a shower in her ship, after having finished the tinkering for today and meditation/reflections on her earlier thoughts.
Heading to her room, towel on the back, she paused her hand before pressing the button to open the door. Hearing someone feeling familiar and yet sounding unknown…
“~Trying to figure out things ? You’re still in that state ? Poor you…~”
an echoing voice was heard, not having a clue where it came from.
During an instant, Feya was looking around, once again having forgotten the voice immediately. But she felt that something was definitely off…
Opening the door and closing it behind her, she put on her usual body suit.
But the room changed around her in a subtle visual illusion, almost not noticeable… into her old one back in the fleet.
Feya sat on her bed, a sense of mixed remorse, rage, sorrow, shame… she couldn’t handle what happened. This mental state was hurting herself, to the point that she held her head in pain. Plus the soreness of her recent wounds.
She was in the dark, only the light of the hallway illuminated the room with the door opened. Hearing voices closing in from outside.
“…it’s the fourth time, at one point you should realize that, sir.”
A slight annoyed sigh could be heard, not responding.
"With all due respect, she needs to be sent back…"
“We left the order, remember ?”
“Sir… going back on the battlefield is more likely to make things worse. Even hearing about one of the two others could…”
A slam was heard in the wall with a brief yelp.
“Don’t mention them… I handled them, no report will be made… Now leave, I’ll fix this as well. You will not hear anything more about this and neither will you mention anything, ever.”
Her master arrived at the door, while the person that was accompanying him could be heard fast walking away.
He spoke in a softer voice, approaching the bed. “I’m sorry Feya, for what happened to you. But you fought on, learned out of it and survived.”
She was sobbing, avoiding eye contact.
He crouched and put a hand on the side of her head, putting next to the padawan two lightsabers.
“But you keep pushing yourself too much out there and losing yourself into it, now facing the toll of such power. I know and understand that you wish to help…”
Then he put his last hand on the opposite side of her head.
“But for now… it’s better to forget… one day I’ll show you.”
With that Feya felt her master focus, connecting to her mind. She glanced at the sabers next to her and seconds later, blankness, nothing…
She woke up, prepped her gear. Ready to follow her master in this war, once again…
…
Back in the “Nighthawk”, it was the same. Feya woke up and headed outside, toward this new day…
