[𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄] Mari Andino was a former Jedi knight and currently a member of Clone Force 99.
However, nobody knows that she is a force-wielder. A woman faced with many challenges in her life, what will become of her of a certain fellow sniper n...
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I felt tears running down my face as I sat on the stairs of the Jedi temple near the Great Tree with the sunlight casting a glow over the horizon, creating a shadow behind my presence.
It's been a few hours since it happened and I finally stopped crying. With a small amount of sniffles coming out of my nose, I can only imagine how puffy and red my eyes must be.
"Mari?" A familiar voice spoke.
I looked up to see Master Plo standing behind me, not too far as I gave him a weary glance. "Hey, Master." I spoke, looking back to the scenery as I heard his footsteps walking behind me.
"I take it, it didn't end well?" He questioned, taking a seat on the stairs next to me as I shook my head at his remark. "Yeah, no. The funeral was a total bust. *Sniffs* Didn't even make it past the reception. But I don't blame them.
They have every right to be mad at me. After I watched Kali died at the hands of those...mercenaries, with you and Wolffe rescuing me from the compound, I-I lost a part of myself.
I told Kali's parents the truth that I was a Jedi, explaining to them what happened and how it occurred.
Knowing full well I couldn't protect her not even myself. Kali once told me she had an older sister when she was young but since she passed away before Kali could even learn to walk. Her parents hoped that Kali would help heal that old wound of losing their eldest child.
But now that Kali is gone, her parents had finally lost it. They told me to never come back to their home, not even to see them as an associate of my family's business or anywhere else. They said that if I tried to reason with them again, they'll file a restraining order against me.
*Scoffs* Not even giving me the chance to say goodbye to her at her grave." I explained, as I felt the wind blowing against my hair with me wearing my cloak covering my clothes underneath I had prepared to attend the funeral.
It took me about a week to recover from the torture those mercenaries and gang members had inflicted me on after I went through such a horrific torment. Master Plo made sure to keep on eye me during my recovery as I kept rethinking about that day, blaming myself for what has happened.
Kali was like a real sister to me, my best friend that I grew up with. Now that she's gone, I have never felt so alone and miserable throughout my entire life.
Suddenly I felt a hand being placed around my shoulder as I felt my emotions welling up again, knowing my master felt my despair.
"I don't understand. Why do I always have to be one who has to suffer? First, it was my old master, Di and Captain Keeli who had to sacrifice their lives on Ryloth to protect the twi'leks and now, Kali?
Was I...always meant to be alone?" I questioned as another tear trailed down my face.
"No, Mari. You are not." Master Plo spoke as I felt him placing a hand on my cheek to look at him. "You have me. I will always be here by your side whenever you ask of me.
