Khessya slowly made her way to the Jedi Temple on Tython. Her visit had a purpose, of course, everything she had done these past few years had. But for the first time in an eternity she could enjoy a slower pace. To catch her breath and put her thoughts in order.
The Galaxy was on the brink of war once more and she, along with the Rift Alliance she had helped bring together, were desperately needed to help shore the Empire’s forces. But they lacked resources, they lacked an army. And the Children of the Emperor would stop at nothing to see her fail. She needed a plan.
Her steps and thoughts had led her to the Temple training grounds where Padawan of all ages were mastering the arts of combat with their Masters. Khessya had often wished she could have spent her childhood on Tython, to feel that sense of community, to belong somewhere. But the Force had had other plans for her and while she embraced her duties as a Jedi, she had never felt truly part of the Order.
Except for those few hours. Those few stolen hours spent sparring, training and causing all kind of troubles in the Academy with the only Jedi she ever really felt a connection to.
Another prodigy. Another young woman raised and trained away from the Order she was sworn to serve. Another pair of shoulder carrying the galaxy’s weight. The young woman practicing her Soresu form at the edge of the training ground Khessya had just reached.
Khessya watched her friend for a while. The same unbreakable rock, irradiating the same determination as ever but also a pain beyond her understanding.
Unbreakable but cracked. Perhaps beyond her reach…
Light footsteps and the serene presence of Grand Master Shan interrupted her train of thoughts. “Barsen’thor. We were not expecting you so soon.” The Grand Master’s attention turned to the Jedi Knight who was now approaching them. “But it seems the Force has called you where you were needed the most. As always.”
The Jedi Knight nodded in their direction. “Grand Master Shan. Barsen’thor.”
Grand Master Satele nodded back. “Auurynn.” Then turned her attention back to Khessya. “Our technicians will still need at least another two hours to get the Noetikons ready for you.”
Khessya nodded. “Thank you, Master Satele.” She turned her attention to her friend as the Grand Master started making her way back to the Temple. “Auuryyn…”
“Hey Khes… It’s been a while.” Beaten, broken, lost. So far gone…
Khessya couldn’t hide a frown as she looked into Auuryyn’s eyes. “Far too long, we have both been busy.”
“That we have.” Auuryyn let out a short, sad, sigh. “And now you’re giving me the frown. Don’t worry about me Khes, I’ll be fine.”
Khessya’s frown deepened. Her friend had been taken and turned to the dark side by the Sith Emperor himself. That she had come back at all showed a willpower few people possessed and it gave Khessya hope. “I know you will.” But she had seen enough Jedi turning back to the light after erring in the darkness to know how difficult that path could be. “You always do.”
Auuryyn sighed. “Yeah, I do. It’s different this time though…”
Khessya nodded. “I know. But you are not alone, remember that.” She gently bumped her friend’s shoulder with her fist. “Because if you forget, I’m going to have to kick your ass!”
“You?” Auuryyn laughed, something Khessya knew she hadn’t done for a long time. “In your dreams, Khes! The day you can kick my ass is the day I-” Auurynn’s voice broke once more.
Khessya’s frown turned into a mischievous smile. Her friend might be beyond her help, but she wasn’t completely beyond her reach. “Oh yeah? Why don’t we give this a try right now, if you’re so sure?”
Auuryyn found her voice back and unsheathed her lightsaber. “You’re on, my friend!” She smiled as Khessya unsheated her lightsaber too. “And if that fails, you can always frown me to death!”
Khessya allowed herself a smile. There was hope for Auuryyn yet. “You can count on that, my friend!”
This little story takes place between Act 2 and 3 of the Jedi Consular and Knight in SWTOR.