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Reassured by Han Solo's confidence, Kijani went to take a seat near Obi-Wan. The old man's blue eyes seemed to look right through her, and she had a brief feeling of amusement at being on the other side of such a stare.
"The Force? Well, as I understand it now, it's something that's both in and around us. It is a part of life, and some people can harness it and do miraculous things with it. He also explained the light side and the dark side, and what can turn someone to darkness. We sort of argued about that. Is it true Jedi aren’t allowed to love?” Besides that, she had more questions.
“Is it possible to teach anyone to be a Jedi? If it is, I would like to learn. I need to be… stronger.” There was something dim in her eyes, and it would be clear that she was still young despite being a leader. The girl Kijani underneath the titles and the crown and the danger peered out. “I need to protect everyone.”
"The Force? Well, as I understand it now, it's something that's both in and around us. It is a part of life, and some people can harness it and do miraculous things with it. He also explained the light side and the dark side, and what can turn someone to darkness. We sort of argued about that. Is it true Jedi aren’t allowed to love?” Besides that, she had more questions.
“Is it possible to teach anyone to be a Jedi? If it is, I would like to learn. I need to be… stronger.” There was something dim in her eyes, and it would be clear that she was still young despite being a leader. The girl Kijani underneath the titles and the crown and the danger peered out. “I need to protect everyone.”
My last magical girl show was probably Sailor Moon related. One of the remakes.
To say that Jin was furious with Saito was an understatement. As soon as the villagers rounded up the rest of the gambler’s gang, and Saito himself, Jin fixed him with an icy glare. She stepped close to the tied up man and hissed in his ear.
“If you ever put my family in danger again, no one will be able to save you from me.” She stepped back and joined Ishawari and Hotaru as if nothing had happened.
“Home sounds delightful.” Only then did she notice the blood slowly leaking from his shoulder. “AH! When did that happen?!” Probably while trying to rescue the undeserving drunk, no doubt. “I’ll make something that will help heal that up quickly.”
She stepped back and grabbed Hotaru’s hand. The boy was shaking all over, and staring at the ground. Jin’s heart twisted for the child.
“...It’s alright, Han. We can talk when we’re alone.” She gently patted the boy’s back, feeling a strange disorienting mix of worry and rage. Apparently, even a small village like this was no stranger to trouble.
They separated from the villagers, and headed down the path to their own house alone. Once they were inside, Jin exhaled deeply. “Han, are you alright?”
Han nodded once, but then shook his head. “I was so scared. I wasn’t strong at all, Akemi-san.” His eyes started to fill up with tears. Jin knelt to his level, giving him a tight hug.
“I was scared too, Han. Scared for both of you. Like I’ve told you, fear is not a lack of strength. Chin up, now. You fought the whole time, like a little warrior. I’m very proud of you.”
“Thank you, Akemi-san.” He looked to Ishawari. “Thank you for saving my life, Takumi-san.”
Jin stood up and went to Ishawari then, raising up on her tiptoes to get a look at his shoulder. “A poultice of root of echinacea and ground chamomile should help that heal up. It doesn’t look too deep.” It helped her anger to have something to do. She went to her herb pouch, collecting the necessary items, and started to grind them up. It took several minutes, and by the time she was done, her hand was sore but she was calm. She grabbed some clean cloths and smeared it with the greenish yellow mixture.
“This is going to sting, I’m afraid. Hold still.” She carefully applied the bandage.
“If you ever put my family in danger again, no one will be able to save you from me.” She stepped back and joined Ishawari and Hotaru as if nothing had happened.
“Home sounds delightful.” Only then did she notice the blood slowly leaking from his shoulder. “AH! When did that happen?!” Probably while trying to rescue the undeserving drunk, no doubt. “I’ll make something that will help heal that up quickly.”
She stepped back and grabbed Hotaru’s hand. The boy was shaking all over, and staring at the ground. Jin’s heart twisted for the child.
“...It’s alright, Han. We can talk when we’re alone.” She gently patted the boy’s back, feeling a strange disorienting mix of worry and rage. Apparently, even a small village like this was no stranger to trouble.
They separated from the villagers, and headed down the path to their own house alone. Once they were inside, Jin exhaled deeply. “Han, are you alright?”
Han nodded once, but then shook his head. “I was so scared. I wasn’t strong at all, Akemi-san.” His eyes started to fill up with tears. Jin knelt to his level, giving him a tight hug.
“I was scared too, Han. Scared for both of you. Like I’ve told you, fear is not a lack of strength. Chin up, now. You fought the whole time, like a little warrior. I’m very proud of you.”
“Thank you, Akemi-san.” He looked to Ishawari. “Thank you for saving my life, Takumi-san.”
Jin stood up and went to Ishawari then, raising up on her tiptoes to get a look at his shoulder. “A poultice of root of echinacea and ground chamomile should help that heal up. It doesn’t look too deep.” It helped her anger to have something to do. She went to her herb pouch, collecting the necessary items, and started to grind them up. It took several minutes, and by the time she was done, her hand was sore but she was calm. She grabbed some clean cloths and smeared it with the greenish yellow mixture.
“This is going to sting, I’m afraid. Hold still.” She carefully applied the bandage.
As soon as she had orders from Han, Kijani rushed off. She nearly tripped as the ship rumbled, and separated from Adam as soon as they found the guns. Placing herself in the gunner’s seat and grabbing the controls, she realized far too late that she’d never used such a set up. No matter, she could learn.
Like Adam, she missed the majority of her shots. It was rather discouraging. Eventually she did work it out and strike one near the bottom of it’s cabin, but it simply smoked and listed downward instead of exploding. The sudden speed of hyperspace shoved her back into her seat, and she winced as it pressed against her.
“Phew. We made it.” She went to find Adam, to realize he was already gone. By the time she got back to the front of the ship, he was passed out in the seat. She didn’t dare wake him. Instead she found a thermal blanket and draped it over him, covering him up and smiling secretively.
Then she faced the captain.
“CAptain Solo, I must apologize for the deception.” She drew herself up to a regal height, confidence in her bearing but not her heart. “It was necessary to secure my passage on a ship. Any ship, really. You just happened to be the lucky one.” The tiniest of smirks graced her lips. “Honestly, you could have gotten your ten thousand, if you hadn’t asked for it up front. If and when you get us to Alderaan safely, I promise you will be well compensated.”
Unlike Adam and his gentle soul, she was certain this pilot would want credits and plenty of them. Kijani sat wearily, rubbing one hand over her face. All of the Princess had gone out of her, and she was just a scared young woman.
“You can get us to Alderaan, right?”
Like Adam, she missed the majority of her shots. It was rather discouraging. Eventually she did work it out and strike one near the bottom of it’s cabin, but it simply smoked and listed downward instead of exploding. The sudden speed of hyperspace shoved her back into her seat, and she winced as it pressed against her.
“Phew. We made it.” She went to find Adam, to realize he was already gone. By the time she got back to the front of the ship, he was passed out in the seat. She didn’t dare wake him. Instead she found a thermal blanket and draped it over him, covering him up and smiling secretively.
Then she faced the captain.
“CAptain Solo, I must apologize for the deception.” She drew herself up to a regal height, confidence in her bearing but not her heart. “It was necessary to secure my passage on a ship. Any ship, really. You just happened to be the lucky one.” The tiniest of smirks graced her lips. “Honestly, you could have gotten your ten thousand, if you hadn’t asked for it up front. If and when you get us to Alderaan safely, I promise you will be well compensated.”
Unlike Adam and his gentle soul, she was certain this pilot would want credits and plenty of them. Kijani sat wearily, rubbing one hand over her face. All of the Princess had gone out of her, and she was just a scared young woman.
“You can get us to Alderaan, right?”
Kijani was almost. almost able to take a breath of relief when she sat down and strapped into the cockpit. But before she could say ‘I’m glad that’s over’, it wasn’t. The ship rocked and rumbled, and Kijani felt her stomach twist with guilt. This was her fault again. Now she was getting strangers mixed up in Rebel business. Her breathing became ragged, and she felt the cold sweat of panic setting in.
A conversation with her mother came to mind. She was 11, and just starting to learn the proper ins and outs of ruling a planet. There were more than one powerful child at the Elder Houses Finishing Academy that she was attending, but she felt alone despite peers. Her mother was there on the holoscreen, and yet so far away that Kijani ached.
“Mother -” Her eyes were still puffy from crying.
“Little Sun, what is it?”
“Mother, we had our command practicums today, and I – I failed.” This started a fresh wave of tears. Queen Bhera gently shushed her daughter until she calmed enough to tell the story.
“We were supposed to lead a set group of troops into a starbase and come out with a prize. We were timed. My Professor failed me because I took too long. Said that I should have sacrificed one of my platoons as a distraction to make it through the base faster.” Kijani rubbed at her eyes with a handkerchief, a hardness creeping into the gold color. “I refused, and I was failed. I don’t want to sacrifice anyone, Mother.”
Queen Breha pursed her lips, thinking for several moments before answering. “I agree with your Professor.”
“You what?!”
“Yes, I do. Here’s why. The people under your rule know that they may one day be tasked to give their all. Even more so with the military – giving their all means their lives. To save one million, you may have to lose one hundred.”
Kijani was stunned, and took a quick seat on her couch. “But mother, that’s… that’s terrifying.”
“That is the crown.” There was no mirth in her mother’s voice, only a steel gaze that belied how old she was becoming. The queen had always been the pragmatic one, rather than the idealist father who Kijani took after.
“...I promise you, Mother. There is another way, a way to win without sacrifice, needed or not. Even if I have to sacrifice myself first, no one will die on my watch!”
That statement had not proved true, as the Empire took hold and the Rebellion gained footing. There had been many losses, and yes, sacrifices. But the idealist spark in Kijani had not died off yet – she was unwilling to send her people to do anything she wouldn’t do herself. This same sentiment ran in her mind as she picked her head up, eyes blazing.
“What- what can I do to help?” She had to do something, anything to make this better. That, or they all died here. “Let me help.”
A conversation with her mother came to mind. She was 11, and just starting to learn the proper ins and outs of ruling a planet. There were more than one powerful child at the Elder Houses Finishing Academy that she was attending, but she felt alone despite peers. Her mother was there on the holoscreen, and yet so far away that Kijani ached.
“Mother -” Her eyes were still puffy from crying.
“Little Sun, what is it?”
“Mother, we had our command practicums today, and I – I failed.” This started a fresh wave of tears. Queen Bhera gently shushed her daughter until she calmed enough to tell the story.
“We were supposed to lead a set group of troops into a starbase and come out with a prize. We were timed. My Professor failed me because I took too long. Said that I should have sacrificed one of my platoons as a distraction to make it through the base faster.” Kijani rubbed at her eyes with a handkerchief, a hardness creeping into the gold color. “I refused, and I was failed. I don’t want to sacrifice anyone, Mother.”
Queen Breha pursed her lips, thinking for several moments before answering. “I agree with your Professor.”
“You what?!”
“Yes, I do. Here’s why. The people under your rule know that they may one day be tasked to give their all. Even more so with the military – giving their all means their lives. To save one million, you may have to lose one hundred.”
Kijani was stunned, and took a quick seat on her couch. “But mother, that’s… that’s terrifying.”
“That is the crown.” There was no mirth in her mother’s voice, only a steel gaze that belied how old she was becoming. The queen had always been the pragmatic one, rather than the idealist father who Kijani took after.
“...I promise you, Mother. There is another way, a way to win without sacrifice, needed or not. Even if I have to sacrifice myself first, no one will die on my watch!”
That statement had not proved true, as the Empire took hold and the Rebellion gained footing. There had been many losses, and yes, sacrifices. But the idealist spark in Kijani had not died off yet – she was unwilling to send her people to do anything she wouldn’t do herself. This same sentiment ran in her mind as she picked her head up, eyes blazing.
“What- what can I do to help?” She had to do something, anything to make this better. That, or they all died here. “Let me help.”
Going with the fog themed girl - will get a profile up when I can.
Jin clutched Hotaru like the treasure he was as Ishawari made his attack. She stepped them both back and into the crowd, setting him down but watching, praying that Ishawari had it under control. Her whole body was coiled, waiting to strike if he didn't. He did, eventually, clinging to the giant’s back in a powerful chokehold. It took far too long for the man to fall, and she exhaled with relief. Thank the Gods, it was over.
She went rushing in to try and roll the man off of her friend, noticing that Hotaru was kicking the giant along with his little friends, absolute fury in his eyes. Good, that was good, the fear had worn off quickly. For her own credit, she did give him a hard kick in the kidney that he’d definitely be remembering later.
As soon as Ishawari was up, talking nonsense about the rain, she ran to him and hugged him close. “I thought this village was supposed to be peaceful.” She murmured in a way that only he could hear. Hotaru was not far behind, and for several sweet moments the strange little trio clung to each other.
Now that the moment was over, her adrenaline was wearing off. Her whole body went cold and started to shake. “I think we should go home, all of us. Before more trouble happens.” She looked up at Ishawari and smiled.
“Besides, you owe me a story about what in the Gods’ name happened to cause all of this.”
She went rushing in to try and roll the man off of her friend, noticing that Hotaru was kicking the giant along with his little friends, absolute fury in his eyes. Good, that was good, the fear had worn off quickly. For her own credit, she did give him a hard kick in the kidney that he’d definitely be remembering later.
As soon as Ishawari was up, talking nonsense about the rain, she ran to him and hugged him close. “I thought this village was supposed to be peaceful.” She murmured in a way that only he could hear. Hotaru was not far behind, and for several sweet moments the strange little trio clung to each other.
Now that the moment was over, her adrenaline was wearing off. Her whole body went cold and started to shake. “I think we should go home, all of us. Before more trouble happens.” She looked up at Ishawari and smiled.
“Besides, you owe me a story about what in the Gods’ name happened to cause all of this.”
Kijani had managed to just put her things away when she heard blaster fire. Not again! She had to find some way to get them off her tail. Hopefully this supposedly fast ship would be it. She grabbed Adam's borrowed blaster and headed back out. As she approached, she heard their argument.
"Jedi are real?!"
"Maybe we can have this discussion after we take off, please?"
Kijani entered the ramp shooting, managing a square pair of shots on a stormtrooper, right in the helmet. She stayed ducked behind Adam.
"I agree with Adam. Get us in the air, Mr. Solo, I'll take point here." She saw an opening to move and took it, landing opposite Adam and near Han instead. "Let's get this bolt-bucket going, thank you!" She kept shooting, hoping Han would take the hint and get them going.
"Jedi are real?!"
"Maybe we can have this discussion after we take off, please?"
Kijani entered the ramp shooting, managing a square pair of shots on a stormtrooper, right in the helmet. She stayed ducked behind Adam.
"I agree with Adam. Get us in the air, Mr. Solo, I'll take point here." She saw an opening to move and took it, landing opposite Adam and near Han instead. "Let's get this bolt-bucket going, thank you!" She kept shooting, hoping Han would take the hint and get them going.
Devika took several moments to find the right box, and grabbed it, slowly coming down the ladder.
"It's not your fault, Roxy." She stepped off the ladder with the box that Roxy needed. "I've done some research, and at least 35% of anchor-empath pairs do not 'click' immediately. With me being an outlier, having to be on my own for so long while they found you, it's no wonder that it's not an absolutely perfect situation. But we'll get there, don't you worry." She grinned a bit at the old couple.
"How long have you been married?"
"It's not your fault, Roxy." She stepped off the ladder with the box that Roxy needed. "I've done some research, and at least 35% of anchor-empath pairs do not 'click' immediately. With me being an outlier, having to be on my own for so long while they found you, it's no wonder that it's not an absolutely perfect situation. But we'll get there, don't you worry." She grinned a bit at the old couple.
"How long have you been married?"
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