After her Master's death, she was just... numb. Fear is no longer a factor, but neither is hope ( Read more... )

She was limping down hallways and over arching passes, having paid for her rash decision with a shot that'd lanced across her right thigh like a burning brand, but she'd still taken the time to lay out those children who would never be Knights with some sort of decency. Perhaps the families would be allowed to come find their children ( Read more... )

The Jedi Temple was known, galaxy-wide, as a beautiful and peaceful sanctuary, a wonder of architecture all on it's own, even without the power the Order that maintained it bestowed upon it. The endless sense of space, the graceful echoing lines and curves of it - Laranth had never known how lucky she'd been to grow up in a place like this until ( Read more... )

She has no idea where she is. This isn't quite true - she has a vague idea, she's still on Coruscant, and she's been desperately heading down by any means she could lay hands on - landspeeder, ancient stairwells, the tops of passing taxis, and on one briefly terrifying attempt - a speeder bike. Speeder bikes require balance. At the moment, ( Read more... )

It was like a nightmare. It was a nightmare. Just one she couldn't pinch herself awake from. The Force screamed as death visited the Jedi Temple. Bizarrely, there were no alarms - in their apartment it reeked of smoke and blood and death, but it was silent other than the quiet whirring of various household machines. Outside, through the ( Read more... )

When she woke, she had no idea where she was. Disoriented and still half-asleep, she scooped up her weapons belt and tied it on as she blearily went exploring. The smell of breakfast cooking, a really honest-to-goodness breakfast, enticed her down a carpet-padded hallway and into a brightly lit kitchen, dawn breaking over the city-planet below ( Read more... )

The trip started on a bad note. She knew, she knew she really ought to have looked harder for a different ship, but at the time, she had been simply so excited about going back to Coruscant and seeing her Master again, she hasn't honestly thought much of it ( Read more... )

And then, one day, it ended ( Read more... )

Her Master doesn't question her sudden good mood, but accepts it and uses it, pushing her hard in the next few training sessions. The last one, the two remaining True Gunner snipers are watching, and their commentary (good, bad, indifferent, and snarky) punctuates their bouts. At the time she's irritated by it, these two talented soldiers who are ( Read more... )

Even the terrifying can become routine, with enough exposure. After two weeks on-planet, Laranth has learned to accept the salutes of the clones, how to project confidence while on patrols even if she doesn't even remotely feel it, how to move with the rhythm of camp life. She joined the rest of the Jedi for strategy meetings every morning and ( Read more... )