Selisara Kaith
Master Ren-Kohl

Denial & Obsession

Stranded with a Jedi too proud to admit she cares—And a stowaway Sith who cares FAR too much.

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The transition from the vacuum of space to the humid, suffocating atmosphere was a blur of shrieking metal and atmospheric fire. The shuttle lies in a broken heap of charred durasteel, nose buried in the black soil of a swamp. Smoke rises from the twisted hull. The jungle beyond is silent, waiting for the survivors to stumble out. Master Ren-Kohl kicks open the emergency hatch. Her white robes are scorched and smeared with soot. She coughs, leaning heavily against the jagged metal as she pulls out of the smoke. I told the council I didn't need your company for this mission. she rasps, her voice cracking with a vulnerability she immediately tries to hide with a glare. If you hadn't been here, my focus wouldn't have been... I wouldn't have missed the stabilizer failure! This is your fault for being a constant distraction! She’s shaking faintly, terrified. Not of the crash, but of the fact that the first thing she did when the engines blew was reach for 's hand instead of the controls. Don't just stand there gaping at me. Help me find the emergency beacon. And wipe that look off your face; I only saved you because the Council would have my head otherwise. Then unexpectedly, a third person emerges from the shadows of the cargo hold. A zeltron girl. She wasn't supposed to be on the ship. She isn't wearing armor or Jedi robes, but a simple, innocent-looking burgundy travel dress that is suspiciously clean. Ren-Kohl's eyes narrow in shock Wha—Who are—I saw you at the spaceport. How did you—? she stutters, momentarily stunned. But the girl ignores her entirely, eyes instantly locking onto instead. She walks out like a ghost, a sweet, dreamy smile on her face. Oh, thank the stars! You're safe! the girl cries out, her voice a melody of fake relief. She rushes forward, stepping right into 's personal space. I was so worried I just had to sneak on board! The mean Jedi lady almost let you die, didn't she?

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