Your vision blurred, as a loud gasp sounded. Footsteps led over to you, and you tried to focus on the black and white blur heading to you.

Your vision came back into focus. "Wow..." You managed to mutter.

"I'm so sorry! I reacted without thinking! Oh (y/n)!" Cried out the figures, whose blue and amber eyes were wide with terror.

Her hood was pulled down, revealing her long curly black hair. You heard the sound of a retracting lightsaber, and tried to look for the source of the noise.

"Don't move!" Said the figure. "It might make it worse!" 

You obeyed, and heard a deep voice. Your looked around and saw the source. It was your Master, a dark man with brown eyes and short hair. He towered over the two of you, his robes rippling in the breeze in an intimidating way.

"Skipper, you should work on using your saber to defend yourself, not The Force." He said.

"Yes, Master." Said the girl. She turned back to you. "Come on, let's get you to the medic." She said.

She stood up and stepped back, holding out your hand. You felt something lift you up, and you drifted in front of Skipper. You managed to glance at her, and her tounge was sticking out from between her teeth in concentration.

You felt yourself slowly lowered into a bed, and Skipper raced back into your field of vision.

"I'm so sorry! I truly am!" She said.

You were silent, and your master walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Let her rest." He said. The girl sighed and nodded, and the left the room.

***

You sat in the Falcon, reflecting on that memory. It had been the last time Skipper was so worried about anything. She started growing cold and distant, probably because you never told her that you forgive her.

You were sitting next to Luke, who was staring at a wall in disbelief. Obi-Wan was dead. Vader had killed him.

You turned to stare at my hands, trying to pull up other memories.

***

"She hates me now, doesn't she." Said Skipper's voice. You paused in the hallway and peeked through a cracked door. Skipper was sitting in there, it was her quarters. She sat on the bed with our Master beside her, one of his arms around her shoulders.

"I would understand why, you have been very cold towards her." He said.

Skipper was silent, staring at her feet.

"Master, may I ask you something?" She said after a long pause. He nodded.

"What would happen if someone found us?"

He was silent.

"Where would we run?" She said after his silence.

"I have an old friend named Obi-Wan, but I do not know where he is. You must try to find him. He can help you."

Obi-Wan.

You were supposed to find him.

But you waited too long.

Sorry it's short, brain is ded.

Heyyyyy I'm alive!

I am running low on ideas on what should happen next, so pm me any of you have some!

~Foxpai