The sting of acrid smoke claws at her as she struggles for breath. She lets her senses slip as she closes her eyes and eases into that other head space. She reminds herself she is fine, this won’t kill her, she can endure this. She reaches out, sensing where she needs to go, wrapping the Force around her like a protective blanket. She opens her eyes and the sharp pin-pricks of burning engine fuel assault her senses again. This time it’s going to be bad, but not as bad as the first time she was on fire.

Eight years earlier…

“Hurry Padawan, the escape pods aren’t far.” The voice of her master cut through the chaos and smoke and grounded Avigal again. She continued to run as fast as her ten year old legs would carry her. She wasn’t far behind him when a section of the ship’s bulkhead started to collapse, the metallic scrape a deafening shriek followed quickly by an explosion that knocked the lanky girl to the deck. She looked up through tangled hair and saw her master face down and pinned by a burning section of wall; his robes aflame.

Avigal scrambled to her feet and rushed to him. “Master!” she cried out, batting down the flames. She reached for the cloak to try to drag him from beneath the duralloy plate. The charred fabric tore and she ended up on her backside, the smoldering fabric in her hands. She leapt up again and bolted toward her master. She spotted his arm beneath the twisted metal, grabbing his wrist she pulled. “Master, please!” The ship sighed again and everything tilted and started to slide. Her master, pulled by the weight of the wreckage toward a crumpled section of what was once the east corridor. She held his forearm with both hands, stubbornly refusing to move, digging her heels into the deck. She slowed him briefly but as she clung to him she realized three things very quickly: Master Evaand was too heavy to move and she would soon be pulled across the deck with him, the corridor was growing uncomfortably hot making it difficult to breathe, and lastly she realized that she couldn’t sense her Master any longer.

Opening her fingers slowly, she let him go. She watched as he slumped and slid slowly across the deck. The loss of his weight acting as a counterbalance dropped her back to the deck. Her heels were still pressing the slim metal plank that had given her purchase; she could feel the heat beneath her as the ship began to burn in earnest. She moved her feet back quickly as the singed edge of her outer robe began to smolder before igniting. Avi could feel the flames racing up her back . She quickly yanked it off and kicked it away before it could burn her further. She reached up to her head, the sharp stinging and caustic smell confirming what her hand could feel, much of her hair had been burned away. She rubbed her hands vigorously over her head, hoping to extinguish any embers, the pain of her blistering skin making her wince.

A glint of bright silver metal flickered just on the periphery of her vision, she turned her head to see it better… her master’s lightsaber! It seemed almost brighter against the charred metal. She crawled to her feet, swaying unsteadily as the ship beneath her shuddered. She staggered toward the lightsaber, hooked on a piece of decking, reaching her hand out she did what she and her master had practiced thousands of times – she called the lightsaber to her hand. It responded immediately, slapping her palm with a comforting weight. One faltering step at a time, Avigal traversed the wreckage of the corridor to the escape pods. All of them were available she noted grimly. No one else from this section made it to the pods. She popped the hatch and swiftly climbed inside, keying the door behind her and set the escape pod’s basic navigation to Republic territory, just as she’d been taught. She slapped the red launch button and quickly strapped herself in as the quick-launch counted down.

The small plasteel window offered Avi a view of the ship as her pod raced away, it looked to her like the massive ship was swallowing itself. Within minutes she could see explosions and large areas covered in flames. Avigal didn’t see the ship explode, or feel the shockwave that drove her small pod off course. She had already lost consciousness.

Holocron 03 // Rica Shadowfall

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It starts like all the others, I’m being chased. The other dreams, my usual nightmares, are labyrinthian but varied, winding from location to location, ship to building, every time the locale is different, only the chase is the same. This dream is always the same, the scar of memory back to torment me as it has for years.

Always the same, I am once again there, the dank, small cargo hold turned bedroom on that cursed ancient freighter. He’s dragged me here, bruised and bloody. My angry tears a traitor to my stoic glaring hatred. I won’t cry. I won’t beg. He used to hold a knife to my throat, as if he needed to. He’s not a big man, but even an average sized adult is giant to a nine year old. When his hands begin to grope me I go slack; numb. He’s taken the fight from me, many months of his frequent vicious abuse has taught even my stubbornness that lesson. Fighting back now would only add more bruises, another broken bone for the droid to mend later. It was in these moments I discovered the Force; as he brutalized me I let the numbness slip and let the rage take it’s place. I couldn’t stop it, but I could endure it, and every time it left me a little stronger, a little more determined. He could for now claim my body as his prize, but one day I would be avenged.

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Holocron 02 // Rica Shadowfall

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I watch him as he sleeps; for months he’s slept fitfully, chased by nightmares he wouldn’t discuss. Not tonight, tonight he sleeps peacefully. I doubt it was just the sex that lulled him into this calm. It’s surprising actually that he sleeps so well in my bed when less than 8 hours ago I nearly choked the life from him…
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Holocron 01 // Rica Shadowfall

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I asked them to keep a record, these ‘sisters’ of mine. Conspirators more like. Our undertaking may shape history if we prove successful, and if so, then history should know us through our own words rather than some propaganda or dramatic interpretation. We are real, citizens and servants of The Empire, loyal to our cause, and lest history forget; real, flawed, and shaped by our experiences.

I don’t recall much of my childhood, I’d prefer not to. It was brutal, it taught me much. No surrender, no mercy. The scar that crisscrosses my face is reminder enough of what I endured. I’m told parents find force sensitive children difficult to control, to direct, to force into obedience. That was certainly true of me.
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Little Sister // Zeev Shadowfall

avivaI loved her from the moment I saw her. Peering over the rooftop’s edge down at her in the market’s courtyard, her small figure facing off determinedly against a pair of attackers. Their loud voices interrupting my clandestine studying, the boys’ jeering and angry shouts pulling me from my arcane world on the roof of the abandoned shop.

I stowed my recently liberated book in it’s hiding place with the others; quite a collection I’d amassed over the last year, stolen from various stalls and schools around the spaceport. I reasoned I wouldn’t have to steal them if my worthless father would pay for tuition instead of drinking his meager wages away, chasing the memory of my once beautiful but long dead mother.

I hadn’t seen her around before, she was Zabrak, like me, but from her clothing and weapon I assumed she was one of the wealthy youths that came to the port to shop or cause trouble. There was a large Zabrak community here for such a small port city, but rarely did I encounter them. Most of them worked in some official capacity for the government and lived in their walled, secure enclave. My father and his low status ensured we never rubbed elbows with the well connected. The private Academies were filled with Zabrak students, but I’d never even been to the grounds. All of my knowledge and fighting skills (meager as they were) came from the dusty streets.

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