Chapter Two. Brindu and Naboo.

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Saveé rose early, meditated, dressed, and met Anakin outside. She was sad to see him off but thankful she was allowed to. She passed a piece of paper to him to give to Padmé as they met in the lobby. They talked and things were normal. That made them both very satisfied and happy. When she stood on the landing deck to see them off, they hugged,

"Remember to write me Anakin."

"I couldn't forget it, Savvy."

"May the Force be with you."

"And with you!" He said as he waved to her on the ship with Obi-Wan. She turned on her heels, and returned to her room and began to pack a small bag for her mission. She had no training today, since they left tomorrow, they had a day of rest today. Anakin took his rest day a couple of days before his mission. He preferred to do that for some reason... Saveé used the day, one day before. And she slept. She slept all day long on those days. All because she could. But she couldn't today. She was tortured by nightmares. Horrid nightmares. They'd open with her and Anakin. She couldn't hear what they were fighting about, but she could see that they were and then he struck her. He struck her down and she watched herself rise slowly the only words she heard were from Anakin's lips,

"What have you done, Saveé?!" She then watched herself stand and her eyes turned a bright yellow,

"What have I done!? No, Anakin, what have you done? What have you let yourself become?! No, no, Anakin Skywalker is dead!" The kyber crystal around her neck began to glow a bright red as she screamed, "Skywalker!!!!!" She leapt through the air, lightsaber raised high above her head. And then she woke, a cold sweat dripped down her temples and she sighed breathlessly. She rolled over and held her head, her aching head. She decided maybe she couldn't nap today. So, she got dressed, and went out into Coruscant with M'Shante and Kade and Kantir. They all took their group's speeder, they were allowed to, after all, it was theirs. The outside of it was a striking gun metal gray with a blue stripe down the side and middle. It had four bunks in the back of the ship that had their own closing doors on them, with shelves and storage within them. And a small kitchen, a saber table along with an area for sparring, and a lounge area. And so, it was decided it would be perfect to take a little Jedi joyride. Granted, the master who had advocated for them to be in a Jedi mission group, Master Billiban would more than likely scold them... that is if he found out. So, they decided he wouldn't. Saveé placed her already packed bags in bunk 2 the top bunk on the right. She climbed the steps that were hollowed out into the wall. There she easily unpacked her robes and clothes into the little drawer that opened up in the wall and set a couple books in one of the two shelves and a small succulent in the other. She cleaned the little holonet screen at the end of the cubby that would be her room for the next little bit. She placed her empty bag in the bin that slid into the wall next to her. The others did this too, as this was custom procedure. And really just easier to do. After she did, she retired to the lounge room where she stood at a pool table with Kade and Kantir. M'Shante started the ship and left it in casual mode. If she switched it to combat mode every opening would close. Every shelf would shut, everything would be fastened to a counter or the floor and things such as the pool balls or the gaming system that also sat in the lounge room would simply disappear into the tables they sat on. Behind her, M'Shante heard the pool balls break as she started the ship up and took off. Kantir laughed,

"This should be easy, you know I've never lost a game of pool, especially to a girl."

Kade laughed,

"I've never really seen a girl play pool. I didn't really know they could!" Saveé picked up the chalk cube in the Force,

"What is this?" She lied as if she had never seen it before,

"Oh that?" Kade asked seeing an opportunity to mess with her, "You rub it on the tip of the stick."

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