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Her head hurt, no everything.
She opened her eyes, searching.
But the thick, dark smoke stun in her eyes. Making it heard to tell anything through the tears. She sat up, groaning. "Master..."
Her mumble die down with a harsh cough. She pulled the Force around herself to be steady enough to stand up and walk. Her force healing wasn't the best but it'll do. For now, at least.
Not long after she was up and ready to go search for her missing zabrak master. She was in her bunk room as the turbulence began. Master Kelag was, to her dismay, in the cockpit. She was limping through the wreck of a ship.
Docking cables that were hanging low. Finally she reached her destination after what seemed like an eternity.
With the help of the force she teared opened the malfunctioning door. Not feeling any response from her tugging at their force bond. "Master!" She cried out for the tall man with purple-ish skin. A weak cough was her answer to the yell.
She nearly broke out into tears in this damned doorway. "Thank the force your still alive." She whispered, looking up at the ceiling of the star ship. Another wet cough.
As fast as she could she limped over to her master. Already knowing their time together was nearly over. "Master. I'm here, I won't go."
She gently lifted him up into the air and placed him on the almost even, but still uncomfortable, ground. She sank to her shaking knees beside him.
Now that she saw the full scale of his injuries everything hit her like a speeder. The pain and grief. The events of the last few hours and she was helpless. She knows she should not worry about what's yet to come. But she can't help it.
"Padawan, mine. Nothing is over yet. Try and comm the council. Try to get back to the Jedis that are left, they need your help."
"But Master! I could not leave you here even if you order me to! You're like a father to me." Her voice cracked. Her hands fell dully next to her knees. The man's hand reached for her right.
Clasping his tick fingers tightly around her slender ones. With all power left in him he pulled her down to his bloody chest. Hugging her shaking frame.
"Don't be scared of what's yet to come, Padawan mine. Even if you won't notice it, Master will always be there. Just reach out to me."
She nodded her head, sobbing loudly. With trembling lips she echoed the words from the beginning of her Jedi training. "Because every being is connected to the living force so it will never die as long the force remembers their names." Her master smiled into the crook of her neck. Absently stroking through her long hair.
"That's right, young Padawan." He coughed again. His force presence was dwindling. Their force bond crumbled more and more. "Your connection to the living force is strong, just as you. I was, am and will be proud of you. Because you are the chosen one."
His breathing became shallow and shorter. His eyes started up to the ceiling. Fluttering close. "Just promise to visit my grave, Hiwa. Padawa, mine." Only seconds after his last words his breathing stopped, his hand fell from her hair and their bond snapped in two.
The only thing she heard were her sobs and screams. The grief was unbearable as was the pain. Nothing in her training ever would've prepared her for that.
Her forehead lied on his chest.
She remembers those days as she was just beginning her training as a Padawan and she couldn't sleep because nightmares kept plaguing her. Master Kelag always made room for her in his bed and cuddled with her. Made sure she would sleep.
She remembered his steady heartbeat and warm embrace.
Or that day she failed to get used to her own lightsabers. And Master Kelag stayed with her all night long in the halls of training. Meditating on the issue with her and giving her tips. Being patient and supporting.
Now he was gone, forever one with the force. Loved and remembered by many.
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After she lifted out the hole in the sickly sweet smelling earth they landed on she lifted her masters body in the air and gently lowered him into the hole.
The flowers she collected for him, were something he would've studied. Something new to do and discover. Being occupied with different things than fighting Siths.
New tears prickle at the corner of her eyes.
Slowly she swept the dirt back into the hole, on top of her Master.
She desperately needs to meditate on today's events. To let go of the grief and pain. Maybe even contacting the Jedi Temple, or what was left of it.
She was putting the finishing touches on the grave of her Master, in form of three big stones verticaly placed on the damp soil. Later she would decorate properly. With flowers and a lot more little stones.
A warning flared trough the force. Behind her in the forest a branch cracked under heavy boots. She hurled around and was meet with, what seemed like a blaster muzzle, right to her face.
"Who are you?" the man spoke with a deep voice. A language she never heard before echoed into her ears. Her right index finger pointed at her chest. The man in front of her nodded.
Then she pointed to the darkening sky. It was her first guess to say it like that. Maybe her comm link was an better idea. So she tried that.
She clicked on it and a Holo lit up. The man tightened his grip on his blaster. She shook her head and pointed at the translator. He seemed to not be understanding what she meant.
So she pointed at herself once again and then him. Lastly at the translator and made a movement with her hand that should symbolice someone talking.
Now he understood, because he leaned in. Blaster lowering to the ground their kneeling on and spoke into the Holo.
"Hello, my name is Matthew. Who are you?"
Hiwa smiled and introduced herself.