I am sitting in a detainment room of the space port. Nearby, two medical capsules float; one containing the near dead Salazar, and the other containing Gavin’s dead body. With puff, bloodshot eyes, I look up at the Mandos keeping guard. “Haven’t you jerks bothered us enough? Just give me my daughter back and let us go already!”
I ignore her, instead focusing on keeping watch. I didn’t want one of their Revolution friends coming to attempt a half baked rescue. The Mandalorians has the space port under close watch, allowing only those we are sure are no threat to leave the planet. As I look around, I see a cloaked, hooded figure materialize out of of their crowd. I hold up a hand to stop them. “Hold it there! State your business, citizen!”
I wave my hand in front of her helmet. “Your shift is over. These prisoners are no long se your problem.”
“Hmm... guess my shift is over. These prisoners are no longer my problem.” I lower my weapon and walk away.
I step into the detainment room and lower my hood, going immediately to Salazar’s capsule. “I am glad to see you are alright, Vette. When I heard about the attacks, I feared the worst. It is good that Clan Wren was so willing to help you escape... though it seems not all were as kind hearted.”
“Mand’alor’s orders, they said.” I look disgusted. “I’m surprised the Saxons didn’t try to come after you too. Or did they?”
“They might have, but I was gone before they reached my room. I regret that I could not help further, but I had preparations of my own to make.” I press the button to open Salazar’s capsule. “I still have one part to play here before I leave.”
“Step away from him!” I say as I stalk into the room. I stare at Satele; even as my mother rushes over to give me a hug, I don’t lower my eyes.
I turn away from Salazar, but I don’t distance myself at all. I nod a greeting to Cosen. “Cosen Greshh. I am glad to see you alive as well.”
“Where were you?” I ask, skipping the pleasantries. My lightsaber, which was laying in a bin of contraband, flies into my hand. Without activating it, I walk towards Satele. “While the Mandalorians were killing dozens of people in the streets, while their leader was murdering innocent people to cover her tracks, while the Twilights and Je’ands were running all over the place trying to make heads or tails of all this chaos, where were you?”
My face remains passive. “As I was explaining to Vette, I had personal matters to attend to. I helped where I could, I assure you, but I regret that I could not take a larger role in this conflict. You understand how much the Mandalorians distrust Jedi. Had I interfered, I fear I may have only made things worse.”
“What does it matter where she was? She’s here to help us now, right? Let’s just get out of here.”
“She says she’s here to help, but so far I haven’t seen her do anything that didn’t somehow benefit her agenda. She wouldn’t shut up last night about how important it was for Dad to live. How he needed to be revived in order for the universe to be saved or whatever. She took on Sucal for Dad... but she wouldn’t even fight a few Mandos to save Gavin.” I get up very close to Satele; she is taller than me, but I look up into her face with red hot intensity. “Gavin told me you’ve seen visions. You’ve seen the future and all it’s outcomes. So tell me, in all those visions you saw... did you know what was going to happen today?”
I remain silent for several long moments before finally speaking. “I did.”
Without another word, I activate my lightsaber through Satele’s chest. A tear rolls down my cheek as I drive my blade as deep as it will go. Satele barely flinches in response, simply closing her eyes and accepting it. I see her hand moves to touch my father’s shoulder. She doesn’t so much collapse as fade into nothingness, her lightsaber clattering to the ground and her robes falling down over my father’s body like a shroud.
“COSEN!!” I am completely shocked. “What... what did you...!?!”
I ignore my mother, deactivating my lightsaber and picking up Satele’s as well. I spare a look at my mother, one that is full of pain and regret. None of those feelings slow me down as I walk towards the door.
“Cosen?” I want to chase after her, but my legs don’t move. “Cosen!!” I watch helpless as my daughter disappears into the crowds of people leading for the transports off world. Defeated, I sink to my knees, left all alone with what remained of my family.
My eyes snap open, and I gasp for breath.
