The crates flew in a final circle around the cargo hold, four ducks in a row. Sian made the third one spin – and almost dropped it. She regained control with a wince and placed them in their spots against the bulkhead. She slumped to the ground, panting with the exertion. Moving stuff with your mind was hard! You wouldn’t think it would tire out your body, but it did. She took a sip of water and closed her eyes. Tendrils of the Force still spun their lacy webs inside her, and she smiled as she felt its gentle touch. Viessa was right – the Force WAS better than alcohol. 

A nap sounded nice. She relaxed and let her body succumb to exhaustion, and her mind to the Force.

A desert under twin sinking suns; lingering pain. She stepped off the ship and looked around. Viessa was here, and Mrs Boss Jackie. She started walking…

A door opened. A figure blocked the entrance. Light shone behind him, so she could make out only the silhouette of broad shoulders, large hands reaching for her. Fear…

She screamed as the whip bit into her skin, scalded her back, fire…fire…Viessa in trouble, screaming something, Sian couldn’t hear, she ran faster but it was too far, too far, and burning timbers crashed between them, cutting her from sight. Sian screamed a silent denial and plunged forward…

The Sith’s red skin seemed to glow in the noon sun. He instructed them, taught them. Sian was eager to learn, to best those around her, destroy them if she had to. Fear, anger, passion, swallowed by a vast emptiness…

Soothing calm, a babbling brook, dappled sunlight between leaves above. Someone touched her hand. She turned to look…

The air was cold and the wind seemed to cut through her. The lights of the city spread out to eternity below. It didn’t matter. She might die, but it was better than living a life of slavery. The lights took on shape, formed buildings, grew larger. She neared one, a pinnacle of light in the darkness of the world. She was going fast, too fast. She pushed out with her hands, screamed into the dark, rescinded her apathy toward dying. Something around her pushed back and she landed on a balcony with no more force than if she had fallen from a low branch…

She woke with a start in the cargo hold. Her stomach felt cramped and empty; her lips were dry. She sat up and looked around. The cases she had so carefully stacked were scattered. Two had cracked open and mechanical parts that Sian could not name were strewn about like confetti after a parade. She stood, wondering why she felt so weak. She had just taken a nap! She usually felt better after a nap. She had dreamed…had dreamed…

She shook her head. Whatever the dream had been, it was gone. She slapped the button to open the cargo bay hatch. An dry, intense heat greeted her and she frowned at what she saw: a desert under twin sinking suns. She stepped off the ship and looked around. For some reason she had a moment of deja vu, but she shook it off. She would certainly have remembered being in this place before! After a moment, she felt something, a quiver in the vestiges of the Force that still lingered inside of her. Viessa was here, and Mrs Boss Jackie. In…that direction. She started walking.

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