#ch: qimir

[clonehub]

Something about taking the weapon your enemy used to kill your mother and making it yours, reclaiming it, fundamentally changing it the way it did you.

[bearlytolerant]

just wanted to drop in and say i love your qimir fic, your writing is amazing! <3

Thank you sooo much for telling me!! I’m so glad you enjoy! Here take this diary page phone background as a gift. (Special shout-out to @lisa-and-shadow who makes these beautiful pieces like this and gave me the idea).

[flythesail]

I THINK I FIGURED OUT THE PLOT

[fredmundo]

below the break is the first chapter of my oshamir fic. i don't know if it's any good. i've been too depressed to edit and work on it since the news so here it is.

any feedback, comments, interaction, whatever would be so appreciated and loved. i think i just need to post this here, in a space that loved this series along with me to hopefully inspire me to write the other 8 chapters i plotted lol

please forgive any errors but feel free to send corrections to my inbox

so yeah, untitled oshamir fic ch. 1

Osha thought there would be a heaviness to her steps when she walked onto the Stranger’s ship. This ship was to carry her away from Mae, away from her home. It was to bring her to the island and a galaxy of unknowns. 

Osha had always hated the unknown, hated feeling unsure in her place growing up on Brendok, never quite feeling herself or like she belonged to herself. The feeling of unease never unfurled from her chest while she was at the academy. So she dreaded its arrival now on this ship, with the dangerous man.

But it never came. 

Osha had chosen this, freely. That grip on her chest never tightened when she thought about the Stranger and her agreement to train with him.

There was no fear burrowed in her heart but there was guilt and anger as they pulled away from the ground and entered the atmosphere.

Brendok was irrevocably stained once again. Stained with blood and the sour taste of hate.

Osha clicked on the com that she had earlier turned off. “What do I call you?” There was a twinge to her voice that she hated. She didn’t want to care that she had killed Sol, broken his heart with her mind. She wanted freedom. 

“Qimir. You may call me Qimir.” There was a crackle and pop sound in the comms that Osha made a mental note to look into when they returned to the island.

“Not Master?” The vitriol leaked into her words. She didn’t want to call him Master, didn’t want to be owned in such a way, under his power and control.

“Qimir will be fine.” It sounded like he was smiling.

“Okay. Qimir.” Osha tested the word, how it felt against her lips, on her tongue. “Where are we going?”

“Back to the planet. We will rest. Then we will train.”

That’s it? That’s all the information he was giving her? Frustration bled into her. 

Brzzt. Osha shut the comms off again. 

The waves crashed against the walkway, soaking stone beneath her boots. She hadn’t waited for the Stranger– Qimir. The weight of her choices suddenly felt like too much. 

She stared out at the sea, the violent waters that crashed against cliff sides and shores. She wanted to believe that she had only just opened her soul to these negative feelings, the anger and fear and desire, but she knew that was a lie.

Osha was born with this in her. 

Beneath the Bunta tree had always felt like a place of solace, of freedom, where Osha could be without prying eyes and expectation. The yellow leaves hung like curtains, swaying in the breeze. A blue and red Brendoki Flutterby flew in front of her. It seemed to dance on the wind with a freedom that Osha could only dream about.

Today was to be her and Mae’s Ascension. Mae couldn’t wait, she burned with the desire to be a witch and to be just as Mother Korril and Mama had hoped. Osha knew she didn’t want to be a witch, and didn't want to be constrained to a set of rules that felt like a hand around her throat.

She wanted what that flutterby had. And she hated the creature at that moment.

Osha reached out, pulling on the thread, and held that tiny creature still. It was at her mercy. What she willed, would be. 

But she didn’t want to deprive another creature its freedom like her was to be. She released her hold on the flutterby.

The sound of boots on the wet stone approaching her roused Osha from her memories.

Qimir slowly approached Osha where she stood at the edge of the water. While the planet was small, the island more so, Qimir knew he would feel drawn to her power on the biggest planet in the galaxy. 

He would feel her across the galaxy. She had quickly become intertwined in his being; the thread of the force tying them together.

Qimir stood near Osha now. Not as close as he wished to be but as close as he dared without any indication from her that his proximity was welcomed. When their eyes finally met, the thread that bound them together tugs him closer. He cannot help but be drawn into her orbit. 

He stepped closer until they were almost shoulder to shoulder. He reached out slowly, careful, and he dared to touch her. Qimir wrapped his hand, that monstrous thing that killed her friends and former teachers, that would kill again, around her own and the lightsaber she earned from Sol. His thumb dragged across her soft skin. 

Both their eyes turned to look out at the horizon, the sun above and the sea below them. The thread taut between them.

He had known. Known that she didn’t need his words or guidance at that moment. Known that what she needed was to be seen and accepted.

Osha knew that he could see her, could see that warring her spirit between who she had been told to be her entire life and who she was choosing to be.

So he didn’t say a word, just looked at her. He never looked away from her. As soon as he had seen her, dressed as Mae, coming into that damned apothecary, Qimir knew he wasn’t going to look away. He could feel a kinship in her through the force. He could feel her power. 

“KRIFF!” Osha roared in frustration from where she laid. The soft grass of the plateau they were training on had concealed a stone that now dug into her shoulder.

“Your stance is good but you are fighting too much like a jedi, too controlled.” His easy voice, buttery, normally would be welcomed but with her back jabbed by a rock, his voice felt grating.

Growling out, “aren’t you supposed to be fixing that?”

They’d been training every day for the last few weeks, since returning to this planet, Osha did not know the name of it, it wasn’t charted as far as the Republic was aware. Every day, Osha wound up on her back, having failed to best Qimir. Though, her stamina was returning and the feeling of a weapon, even if it was just a wooden staff, had stopped feeling foreign to her.

“Getting rather angry, Osha.” He draws out the sounds of her name, pulling at her seams with that elongated second syllable. He clicked his tongue, tutting at her for her rage. He knew the more he picked at her, the angrier she would get. He wanted her to unleash herself from the cage she insisted on putting herself in.

The sound of his tongue clicking, as if he disapproved of her emotional outburst, brought only more anger to the surface. Osha shoved up from the earth, picked up that sparring staff. Her grip was a vice, knuckles white, as she took her stance. Normally, this is where Sol would’ve scolded her, told her to cool her mind of the fire that burned her now. 

But Qimir liked the fire, asked for her to burn him, too.

“O-sha,” the insolent man continued to tease her. Goading her into striking him.

Moving fast, Osha closed the distance between them, striking out with anger, something she was told to never do. She let it fuel her strikes against Qimir. He moved easily to block her but she was also able to block the counterstrike he threw at her. 

“Good, Osha.” His voice had lost that teasing lilt and was now filled with pride. He stepped back, signaling to her to pause in her attacks. “But you need to be–” She struck at him again, feeling a rush of exhilaration at his barely having blocked the blow in time.

“Unpredictable?” She continued to strike, moving to control the momentum of the fight, pushing him in the direction she wanted, toward the plateau’s edge. 

Of course, he determined her goal. With whatever strength he’d buried, he quickly turned the tides against Osha. He kept her on her back foot, pushing her back across the plateau. 

With a strong final series of moves, Qimir hooked his own staff around hers and twisted, and Osha’s staff was ripped from her grip. But he didn’t stop at disarming her, with another move he brought the staff behind her left knee pulled. Her stance now wider than comfortable, unbalanced, he easily took her feet out from under her and Osha’s back met the hard earth again.

Another rock found its home in her spine. “Kriff! Gods! You nerf-herder, bastard!” Osha cursed up at Qimir, who was laughing.

“Quite the mouth on you. Not very Jedi of you.” The tease was back in his voice. He laughed lightly, there was affection for Osha that she was unused to.

“I worked on starships for 6 years. Cursing is a job requirement.” She reached under her and grabbed the offending rock and threw it at him. He of course, dodged it, a smile still plastered on his handsome face.

Yes, in her own thoughts, at least, Osha could admit that Qimir was beautiful. With a jawline that sharp it would be hard to believe that he could look soft, that his eyes could be anything but filled with anger. But now, they were bright with subtle crinkles, sunlight bouncing off his perfect tanned skin. 

“That was much better.” He turned that perfect smile in her direction, offered her a hand.

“I still ended up on my back.” Osha didn’t feel like it had been all that better of a showing. Her back was definitely going to show bruises. 

“Yes,” he righted her onto her feet. While he dropped her hand, he didn’t move to step away from her. His right hand lifted and pulled grass from her locks. “But you fought without restraint. You ignored whatever combat rules the Jedi pretend exist.” His eyes move around her face and head, checking that she is free of earth, before locking with her eyes. 

He still hasn’t moved back.

Qimir knew he should step away from her. She often sought out space, having grown comfortable with isolation after her years as a mechnic, but he couldn’t bring himself to just yet. Staring into her dark brown eyes that Qimir could swear contained stars with how bright they shined after a bit of praise slipped across her skin. Or when she felt powerful and strong. 

Qimir found himself waiting for these moments of closeness with Osha, moments where she wasn’t so guarded. 

But he wouldn’t push, wouldn’t risk her abandoning him. He could’ve handled Mae leaving him, there was never this level of connection. He had seen her anger and thought there was more to her but he now knew that he was simply waiting for Osha. Whatever depth he had seen in Mae was just Osha, through the force and the way they’d been made. 

But she is still just looking at him. 

He still doesn’t move away. The hand that had been clearing grass from her hair now bravely moves to cup her cheek. His thumb lightly brushed across her cheekbone and soft, brown skin. 

If he could live in this moment, he would. “You should never cage yourself, Osha. The Jedi saw your power and were afraid of it and did everything they could to erase entire parts of you. But you shouldn’t continue their work. You deserve freedom.”

Her heart raced, breath pumped into her body and he spoke. It was like Qimir could look through her, into her. He understood her and he encouraged her.

You deserve freedom. That was all Osha has ever longed for. Since beneath the Bunta tree, to the academy, to working as a mechnic, and now in this moment. Osha craved freedom.

“We should wash. And I would like to check your injuries from today.” Osha nodded at him and finally took a step back from him. 

He gathered the staffs and his bag that seemed to go with him everywhere. He moved toward the path down, toward the beach and tide pools. 

“Qimir,” Osha called and he paused and turned. “I do want freedom. I don’t want to be,” Osha mulled over the word he had used. Caged. Had the Jedi really done that to her? Put her into a box and locked her away? Had Sol? She felt the word drop out, the sentence she had meant to finish. 

He smiled at her but it was almost sad like he could see that she was struggling with the realization that she had been hurt by the Jedi. “Come on, Osha.” She could almost feel him saying, save that for another day.

Osha followed him, lengthening her strides to catch up and walked next to him.

The water of the pools was cool but not cold and it felt like heaven against her skin. Qimir had entered the pool first, swimming straight ahead and never looking back toward Osha, giving her privacy to undress.

Qimir didn’t need privacy. He liked to feel her eyes on him while she desperately tried to not let her gaze linger. 

Now the water lapped at her back, the skin warmer with injury was now cooled and it took most of Osha’s concentration not to moan at the relief. Osha worked through her routine now, letting her focus shift from the man in the water to herself. Dunking herself under the water, wetting her hair and working what was left of her soapstone through her hair and across her body. Ensuring a thick, even coat of soap across her hair, she dunked under the cool waters once again and shook her hair, spreading out like a jellyfish’s tentacles, floating through the water.

Osha always thought of her mother when she washed her hair, and remembered the peaceful moments of her childhood when her mother had taught her how to care for her hair. Mother had always shown her that pride and care of oneself wasn’t a bad thing but a beautiful thing. Since having left the Jedi, Osha had been trying to relearn this and relearn how to value herself. At the academy, they teach you to lose yourself, not to take pleasure in small acts of self gratitude and expression. 

They don’t do this to be evil though it is sometimes still the case. They discourage any affection to your life before the academy and for Osha that meant losing a thread to her mother and herself. 

Now, here in this water, hair washed, as Osha floated in the water, she let herself feel connected to her mother in a way she hadn’t felt for sometime. 

Osha missed her mother more than ever now. She missed her mother’s soft hands when they would plait her hair just so to match with Mae. She missed her mother’s encouraging voice as she would walk Osha and Mae through their training. She would give anything to hear her voice again, soft and silky with a touch of smoke.

Her final moments with her mother had been bittersweet. But she was grateful to have gotten to be wrapped in her arms one last time.

Before she was killed.

“Osha,” Qimir’s voice skimmed across the water, “are you okay?” The sound of water sloshing as he slowly made his way over to where Osha swam.

Osha nodded, turned to face him, not knowing tears coating her face until she locked onto his eyes. His brow scrunched in concern and his mouth opened slightly at the sight of pain. “I’m alright. Just thinking about my mother.”

He still swam closer. “Tell me about her.”

This pulled at something in Osha. She’d never been encouraged to speak about her. Sometimes, while at the academy, she had been afraid that she would forget her mother entirely.

But here was this man, deadly and full of emotion, everything the Jedi had warned against, and yet, he met her with a kindness she hadn’t expected.

So she does. She tells Qimir about her mother, everything she can think of from how she looked and walked, to the power she could command, to sneaky trips out for spice creams and how much she wishes she wasn’t dead so that Osha could tell her that she was right.

And Qimir listens. Floating there in the water, getting wrinkled for how long he lets Osha ramble, and he laughs with her at happy stories, and lets Osha work through her pain at the hard moments when her voice lodges in her throat.

When they finally climbed out of the pool, the sun rose just past its apex in the sky. They’ve only just reached the cave but Osha doesn’t get settled like they usually do. Normally, Osha will rest or write, like she did when she was a child, and Qimir will craft cortosis armor. But today, Osha drops her training equipment and trades them for tools.

With the tools, Osha turned to head out to the ship, wanting to get to work before the path became obscured under the waves.

Qimir noticed that Osha wasn’t taking her usual spot on the mat and opening her journal.

A spike of fear erupted in his chest, “where are you going?” Qimir wouldn’t stop her from leaving him, wouldn’t deny her freedom of choice. But Gods, he was afraid to lose her, afraid to be alone. He followed her out the cave but not down the path.

“I noticed a popping sound in the ship’s communications that I wanted to fix.” She didn’t fully turn around, just through the reasoning back at him over her shoulder.

Oh. That was a relief to Qimir. Slightly embarrassed that his immediate thought was that he was being abandoned, betrayed.

“Fixing the communications systems,” he gave a breathy laugh, “I would’ve thought that you’d be sick of the sound of my voice by now.” He smiled, remembering her cheeky muting of him during their first passage to Brendok.

“Yes, well,” she was shouting back at him, having turned as she still made her way down the path toward the ship, “who says I’m not?” She smiled brightly at him. Turned and continued on her way.

She hadn’t brought anything with her except her tools. Not even her saber. She wasn’t going to leave him, at least not today. Qimir let himself be soothed by the thought. He returned to the desk where he worked to forge her a gauntlet of cortosis.

[watsittoyah]

Watsittoyah Master List!

Here are some of my fan fics that have either made it to the internet and prospered or just got the axe for lack of interaction. (I will update this later but please don’t expect it soon I sometimes forget to charge my lap top and I’ll get to editing)

Marvel Roster (These guys are cooler than the other side of the pillow)

1. Namor- Sitting on the throne (one shot?) NSFW

2. Namor- Hate that I love you (Still typing?)NSFW

3. Moon Knight- Anchors (Still typing)NSFW

4. Miguel O’Hara, Spider-man 2099- Along came a spider 2099 (Completed)NSFW

ch.1- Don't I know you?

ch.2- Bites & Fangs

ch.3- Tinted Windows

ch.4- Just To Put My Mind At Ease

ch.5- The Skeletons In His Closet

ch.6- The Calm Before The Storm

ch.7- Everything Is Not What It Seems...

ch.8- In A Snap

ch.9- And The Puzzles Fall Into Place

ch.10- Arachnophobia Behavior…

ch.11- Perfection Can’t Be Obtained…

ch.12- Pumpkin Pie Is Best Served Cold (Pt1)

ch.13-And The Truth Comes To Light…

ch.14- Pumpkin Pie Is Best Served Cold Pt.2

5. Miles Morales Spider-Man- A Glitch In the universe (To be announced)

STRANGER THINGS (Don’t look at me like that…)

1. Eddie Munson x Blk Fem Reader X Steve Harrington- Heartbreaker (Still typing) NSFW

ch.1- Rule Number One

ch.2- Rule Number Two

ch.3- Rule Number Three

ch.4- Rule Number Four

ch.5- Rule Number Five

EUPHORIA (You knew this was coming)

1. Nate Jacobs x Blk Fem Reader -Mixtape (Still Typing) NSFW

Track 1

DC Comics (My Best boys, and all of their smutty glory!!)

Dick Grayson X Blk Fem Reader- Prayers Of A Sinner -(Currently typing) NSFW

Ch. 1- Thou Shall Not Kill...

Young!Coriolanus Snow x Blk Fem!reader -Before the Snow, Came the Flame.. (Nsfw/ Currently typing/posting)

Ch. 00-Just Say Yes

Ch. 01- A Rose With Thorns (Pt. 1)

An Obsessive!Qimir X Blk Fem!reader (oc, star wars smut fic) - The Devil's Playpen (nsfw currently typing)

CH. 01- When The Predator Becomes Prey...

CH. 02- Fear Is Only A Four Letter Word...

CH. 03- When He's Good, He's Great. But When He's Evil...

[transitranger327]

Spin the Thread, Weave the Story: Ch. 1, Holding On

Oshecki fans, here’s the fix-it au you’ve been waiting for. I promise there will be more chapters because I love these two.

Summary: Jecki Lon faces her most desperate moment. Osha Aniseya tries to recall her past training. Can they survive? MASSIVE spoilers for Episode 5 of The Acolyte

Osha Aniseya woke up to a shock. It felt like hours had passed. Instinctively, she checked her chrono, but it was missing somehow. Also, she was wearing her sister’s clothes. “Kriff, she’s doing something stupid. I hope Master Sol can tell us apart. For his sake,” but before spiraling entirely, she took a deep breath, and reached out with the Force. No Mae, no Sol, no Jecki, no Qimir, no Yord, no Ithia, no Bazil. Everyone had either left or died. Figures, that she would be left behind, alone. She silently commended those that had passed on to the Force, those whose echoes remained, and wept for friends lost, Yord and Jecki especially. Yord had been her best friend in the Order, and Jecki had immediately found a place in her heart. But as she got up to leave and find transportation, she tripped over the faintest thread, “Wait, kriff, Jecki is still here. Barely. I need to find her.” And the former Jedi sprinted off to find her friend. 

“There she is.” Osha saw a body with three separate lightsaber stab wounds. If Jecki Lon wasn’t practically dead, she would’ve looked peacefully asleep. Beautiful, even. The thread Jecki was holding onto was so thin it was practically a single fiber. “Stars, she hasn’t learned how to let go.” Many Jedi would’ve called this a failing, but others would say that giving up on life was the bigger failing. Either way, it might’ve just saved her life. Well, if Osha could remember how to heal. “If only PIP was here…” She regretted not having any first aid on hand. “Oh who am I kidding, PIP wouldn’t be able to patch up lightsaber stabs anyway.” She had to admire the efficiency of the cuts; they were clearly the work of someone trying to kill. She remembered learning, at the Temple, where to stab people in places that could be healed with bacta and time. But no, she had no bacta, no time, and the wounds were fatal. And her Force healing was so rusty, you could practically mix it with pinestill to create red paint. Still, she did her best to remember the silent invocations. “I am one with the Force and…”, but Jecki’s wounds did not close up. And her connection to the material world slipped even further. Then Osha remembered one of Auntie Eurus’ lessons after accidentally killing a spider. 

“The Thread connects all things, not just the living. If you can find their strand, you can spin it back into the Thread of the Living.” Her auntie had a talent for tipping the scales between life and death. “But remember, you need to use your connection. The spider eats the flies that bite us. The spider feeds the birds that sing for us. You must focus on these feelings to revive another.”

And so Osha reached deep into her soul to find connection to Jecki. The teachings of Master Sol. The laughing at Yord’s extreme formality. How quickly they fell into a rhythm with each other. The comments they made to each other that bordered on flirtation. “Oh…do I have feelings for her?” So she began pouring her heart into the rudimentary revival spell she managed to assemble, augmented with the few Force Healing techniques she was confident in. Between the silent incantations, a loud whisper emerged from her lips, “Jecki Lon, I am NOT losing you.” 

—

The pull of the cosmic force grew stronger every second. The call to rejoin the song of creation. All things emerged from it, and all must return to it some day. But she still had so much to learn, so much to say, she didn’t want to go yet. And then Jecki felt it: the warm smile she hadn’t seen enough yet, the flirting she had fallen for, the braids that looked incredibly beautiful, the sense of humor that just felt right. Osha Aniseya was holding out a hand into the void, and she was not planning on saying no. 

—

“It’s working! It’s working!” The thread between them was spun stronger by the second. Osha felt the Living Force pulsing in her veins, with an intensity she hadn’t felt in years. The sheer magnitude of it threatened to drag both of them underwater, but she had managed to anchor herself to the forest. “No one else has to die today” had become her new mantra. She could sense Jecki’s fragile pull, like a climber trying to crimp her way up a cliff face. “Take my hand.” The padawan was able to latch onto Osha before her tendons broke. Together, they were strong enough to remain in the Living Force; and they knew, somehow, that Jecki’s wounds were starting to heal. Organs regenerating, bones knitting together, muscles and sinew reattaching. She took a few, shallow breaths for the first time in hours, with a faintly beating heart. 

The Cosmic Force was no longer pulling them. The self-sustaining nature of life was now working in their favor. Life, after all, goes on. 

But Osha was now feeling the toll of her actions. Force healing required giving of your own vitality, as did the revival spell she was attempting. As her connection to Jecki grew stronger, her grasp on consciousness weakened. She tried staying awake for as long as she could, tho she feared collapsing from exhaustion. Then, she sensed Jecki…stabilize,, just like,,, a barely functional……replacement part………in a,,,,,,,,junker………

—

Jecki Lon woke up to a shock. Immense pain radiated from her chest and torso. The cold air blowing across unprotected flesh. She took inventory of all her body parts: “head, check. arms, check. legs, check. lightsaber, check. torso, three large burns.” And a strange weight rested on her rib cage. “Wait that’s Osha’s head.” The pain was too much for her brain to contemplate what happened, but a small smile crept onto her face as her crush was gently sleeping on her. “Maybe…I just need more sleep.” were her last thoughts as she once again drifted into unconsciousness. 

Tagging the people who reblogged my original post about writing this: @osha-and-jecki @thatchmanger @bravetigerwildwolf @jazzforthesoul @echosdaffodil @darthmatthewtwihard

[samieree]

Peace, Wound, Scar. Again. || SW: The Acolyte

Qimir (The Stranger) x OC

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Chapter IX ''Storm clouds''

When the tide came out, they were able to reach the ship. Qimir followed her, she wanted to quicken her pace to put more distance between them, but she was afraid that if she did, she would slip on the wet stones.

She hasn't recovered from what she found out about her past. She still felt shaken and wanted to sit in a corner somewhere and cry. Once again, she forced herself to put on her mask of strength and ignore the intense pain that threatened to crush her. However, there was one thing that distracted her and surprised her greatly: When she came out and faced the ocean again, she felt no fear. She was not paralyzed by it, and without a moment of hesitation she walked along the stone path that the tide revealed. Even the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks - so similar to her vision - didn't make her stomach tighten.

Was this what her fear led her to? To know the truth? And now that she knows everything... It stopped?

Okay, not quite, because she still would rather not be in the water, praying that it wouldn't flood her lungs and drag her into its depths, all the way to the bottom.

"Why did you insist on coming with me anyway?" Qimir asked, but she didn't even glance at him over her shoulder.

"I'm not going to let you kill Mae." Lys replied, continuing to walk forward. Despite how she felt, she wouldn't give up so easily. "Besides, I don't want to be left alone on this damned island."

In the middle of nowhere, I don't even know where, and wait for you to kindly come back.

Perhaps she will manage to escape? Although Brendok isn't a very good place to find a ship or send a message asking for help. And who would she send it to anyway? Her only chance would be to take the ship that Sol and Mae flied in.

But there was another motive that she didn't admit to because it related to what she saw. Namely, she had to confront Sol. She won't be able to live any longer if she doesn't hear him admit his guilt and why they did it. And Vernestra... She prefers not to think about her, because then the thoughts come to her mind bother even her.

"So you're planning on fighting me again?" she didn't answer that, but the answer was obvious: if she had to fight him, she would do it without hesitation. And she won't be surprised anymore. "Elyssa." she stopped when she heard him call her by her full name.

Most likely, he just wanted to get her attention so that she would finally stop and look at him - and it worked. She didn't remember him addressing her this way ever before, and she wasn't sure she liked it. Although Qimir seemed to enjoy the way her name sounded on his mouth.

"You should be trained by someone who cares about you being the best version of yourself." he said, only when she stood sideways to him, but at least she focused her eyes on him. "Will you ever consider?"

She expected a lot, but not to hear such a proposal from him.

Currently she didn't know what she wanted or where she could go. Everything that had been certain in her life collapsed like a house of cards- No. It shattered like glass, there was no way to put it back together like you could put the cards back together. Nothing will be the same here, she will never trust them again... But that doesn't mean she trusts him.

Although as her emotions slowly began to subside - or at least to the point where she was able to focus some of her thoughts on something else - she thought about what happened to him. He told her that someone who had threw him away had also hit him, which left him with that nasty scar on his back.

And she increasingly believed that her guesses could be more than just a theory.

"I don't think so." she wanted to turn away from him again, but then Qimir took a step forward, so big that their bodies almost touched.

"Last chance."

She looked away from his eyes, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze, which only fueled the immense chaos in her head. She looked behind him as if she was about to see Mae's face there - just like at Khofar - but there was no one there. Her gaze returned to him, but she didn't know what to answer. She had no idea for her future at the moment, and she didn't want to make him an enemy - like Mae did.

For a moment she wanted to say 'maybe', but she didn't say anything. She turned on her heel and walked towards the ship, but Qimir did not immediately follow her. He held his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment, nodding like when he wanted to let her pass at the entrance to the cave, but she refused. Finally he sighed and followed her.

Besides, even if she refused, despite what he said, it wouldn't be the last chance for her to agree to him training her.

* * *

She had never been to Brendok, she hadn't visited many planets in her life. The only thing she could go by was her feeling, so she wasn't too happy about the fact that she was the one leading them once they landed. On the other hand, she didn't know if Qimir had ever had the pleasure of being here and she wasn't going to ask. She wasn't in the mood to talk at all, so she'd rather keep it to a minimum.

The building looked like an abandoned mine from the outside. It wasn't in very good condition, but what did she expect? No one has been here for years, maybe some scavengers might have been interested in this place. But if that was the case, they would have long ago take everything that could be of any value - if you could say that about scrap metal.

"It looks like this elevator is the only entrance." she looked around, her eyes moving upwards. It didn't look too bad, if there were problems with opening the passage, they could always choose to climb. There were plenty of places to grab onto and put your feet up. It would be quite a long way, but it would be better than looking for another entrance, which most likely didn't even exist. "Unless we want to climb."

"Are you sure?" it didn't sound like he was saying it standing next to her, and that surprised her.

She turned to him - or where she thought he was - and frowned. He was here just a moment ago, like- Where did he go? She would notice if he went somewhere. It was as if he had vanished into thin air, leaving her here alone.

I want to disappear like that too - she thought to herself before she raised her hand slightly and used the Force to make the elevator doors open. Before she walked through them, she looked around again to see if Qimir or anyone else was anywhere here. She closed the doors behind her.

When she walked in, she didn't know what to expect. She didn't know this place, she didn't know where the corridors led. She knew nothing about the fauna and flora of this planet. For all these reasons, she picked up a lightsaber in case she needed to defend herself. Her steps were slow and silent, as if someone was looking for her and hunting her and could come around any corner. Her heart sped up like on Khofar, even though the situation there was different.

It was night there, cold, she felt the specter of death hanging over her, even the smell of it was around her. The terror made it hard for her to think straight, especially as she ran through the dark forest, branches catching on her clothes, sometimes cutting into her skin. She only begged not to trip over a root, because it could be the end of her. Now she looked at these events differently. Everyone around her was under the threat of death, but not her. For some reason, Qimir didn't want to kill her. At first, after their first fight, she thought he was just playing with her. She hadn't thought about the fact that he might have some reason to leave her alive.

She still didn't know what the reason could be, especially since it was hard for her to gather her thoughts again, which revolved around one topic: 'Why didn't they tell me anything? Why did they do it?'

It was still daytime here, it was warm, she wasn't shaking from fear and cold. No one wanted to take her life. Yet her heart was beating as fast as it had on Khofar.

"Mae!" she heard a scream. She instinctively pressed her back against the wall before it dawned on her that a familiar voice was coming from the distance.

She had a good feeling that Sol would be here with Mae. But it seemed that she had escaped somewhere and now he was looking for her. She didn't think screaming like that would have any effect, but now she had an idea where each of the two of them were.

She only had to choose: Follow her hunch in the Force leading her to Mae, or follow Sol's voice and force him to explain.

Qimir wants to kill Mae... If she goes to Sol, Mae will be left alone. But then she might not find Sol again, and then what? Where will she get the answers from? She sighed quietly, closing her eyes for a moment and leaning her head against the wall. Sol probably won't leave without Mae... No matter how much she wants an explanation, her priority should be someone who is connected to her in the Force for some reason.

She could explain why on Carlac she sensed Osha as soon as she set foot outside the ship. After all, they had known each other for many years, they had always been close, and there was undeniably a bond between them (or maybe it had always been there?). Although that feeling was fleeting... Osha had lost her bond with the Force, no matter how hard Lys focused, she wouldn't be able to tell where her old friend was now. She only hoped that she was safe... But she stopped believing that she would be with the Jedi - and only they could find her on Khofar.

What she couldn't explain was her connection with Mae, which seemed to have started when they clashed on Olega. Later, when she and the others left the ship for Khofar, when they didn't know what awaited them... She saw her. As if she was alive, as if she was really standing in front of her and she had no doubt that she saw her too. She had never experienced or even heard of anything like this. It was so strong that she was sure they would able to touch each other through this strange connection.

Following this premonition, she walked through several more corridors until she came to a room where she saw Mae's silhouette, but she was wearing Osha's clothes. Taking advantage of the fact that she hadn't noticed her yet, she attached the saber back to her belt. She didn't want Mae to think she was here to fight her. Actually, she just wanted to ask.

"Mae?" she said gently, taking a step into the room. It was dirty, as if there had once been a fire here. This must have been Osha's room, when she was telling her about what happened to her family, she mentioned that the fire started from her room. There was no time to look around. Mae looked like she was ready to fight. In fact, the last time they saw each other in person, they were pushing each other until they were hit by a speeder. "I'm not here to fight." she added, seeing her attitude. It didn't change Mae's behavior much, but she decided not to worry about it. She walked slowly into the room, trying to act casual. "What happened here?"

"Too much." she muttered, not very nicely, but it seemed that she felt a bit more confident.

Lys thought she still treated her as a threat, but she really didn't want anything bad for her. She didn't know what she could do to convince Mae that they were on the same side, except to talk about her own unpleasant experiences. Perhaps this will make her confess what exactly happened here? Because now Lys found it hard to believe that Mae had set the building on fire.

"I lost my family too. And... And I've been deceived by the Jedi all my life." she stood next to the wall and leaned against it. She wanted to get into what Osha had told her about the events in that abandoned mine, but then Mae suddenly spoke up.

"What did they do?" she asked. She didn't have to say anything or pretend to be interested. She really cared, she wanted to hear Lys' story before she felt like she could share hers. It wasn't even about assessing whether she was telling the truth or not... For some reason, she felt that she wasn't lying to her. She felt the same connection between them as Elyssa, and she couldn't put her finger on it.

Recalling the memories of the vision she had was not easy because she did not want to cry. They kept circulating in her mind, but she tried to suppress them with all her might, even if it wasn't a good decision and she might soon feel the effects. But she had to talk about it if she wanted to find out the truth about the events here, and what Mae had to say about it.

"They took me away from my parents by force." she confessed first, which was the simplest thing of all. "Vernestra... She... She killed my father, and he was only trying to protect me and my mother." she choked out, stopping at this point. She lowered her head, closing her eyes for a short while and giving herself a moment of rest so that tears wouldn't start streaming down her face like they did right after she experienced this vision. "And then, my mother... She killed herself, jumped off a cliff." she finished, looking back at Mae.

The emotions on Lys' face gave it all away, it didn't take any connection to tell she wasn't lying. She was on the verge of tears, but somehow she held on, probably only by force of will. This made Mae feel sorry for her, and she felt sadness welling up inside her. It had actually started the moment she set foot on Brendok again, but seeing someone who - for some reason unknown to her - was very close to her, practically like Osha - even though they shared practically no memories - brought her to the verge of tears, the wounds were opening.

"Sol killed my and Osha's mother." she finally confessed, taking a step closer. "I didn't mean to start a fire, I just... I was furious that I would be left alone. I locked Osha in a room, took her notebook in which she drew various things... There was also a symbol of the Jedi order. I wanted to burn it, just this notebook. But... The fire spread... I ran for my mother, but there were Jedi there too... And I saw Sol kill my mother. I remember running to her, poking her, pulling her, trying to wake her up, but she was already dead..." a single tear rolled down her face. She never came to terms with this loss, nor with the thought that she had lost her sister because of her stupid anger.

When she found out Osha was alive... That changed everything. But was it for the better? It just confused her and she didn't know what to do. Should she keep her agreement with the Master or bet everything she had left on her beloved sister? She was so confused about it that she didn't know what to do. And in the forest of Khofar, she once again let her negative emotions get the better of her, and now...

"Do you know where Osha is?" she asked with hope in her voice. Unfortunately, she guessed that Elyssa had flown here with different person.

"Probably... the Order sent some Jedi to check what happened on Khofar. They probably found her and took her with them." she told her nothing more than what she had already guessed. "She's safe." she added, more to reassure them both than truly believing these words.

"How can you think like that after what the Jedi did to you? What they did to us?" she wanted to approach Lys, but at that moment they both heard a ship flying not so far away.

Lys quickly moved away from the wall she had been standing at and looked - just like Mae - up through the hole in the ceiling. She had no doubt that the Jedi had arrived on this ship. It won't take them long to find them, they should-

She disappeared. Like Qimir at the elevator, she barely looked back and she was gone. I really need to learn this too.

She had no better option than to take up her weapon again in case of an unpleasant encounter and run out of there in search of Mae.

What she told her... It was terrible. She found it hard to believe that it really happened. Then again, she would never have said that Vernestra would be capable of doing something like that... It couldn't just be an accident, she didn't believe it. Especially after what Mae told her. She must have done it on purpose, damn it, she had to! They only care about themselves! They never allowed her to expand, she was never good enough for them, strong enough.

Thinking like this only made her anger rise. They had been deceiving her all her life, ever since she was able to recall any memories. Certainly not just these two, there must have been others too. Jecki? Yord? Were they friends with her because they felt sorry for her? Or maybe they told them to? Nothing would surprise her anymore, and her mind only kept giving her worse and worse scenarios and reasons why they could do what they did.

There was no camaraderie anymore, no more moments when they relied on each other, when they were everything to each other. There were no good memories, no Yord helping her with her fear of water. There was no a slightly too stiff boy who loved her more than his own life. There was no cheerful girl who was like a little sister to her, who helped fill the hole left by Osha's leaving - even if only partially. All this was overshadowed by the pain of loss, betrayal and deception. That they didn't just hurt her. Maybe there were even more people like that? No, not maybe, but definitely. Pain, sadness, anger, wrath, the desire for revenge, these are all things she should reject. Everything that she tried to suppress inside herself at all costs, so that it would not come to the surface, so as not to show weakness, to be the perfect Jedi Knight, to finally grow up to standards that would satisfy her former Master and show that she was worthy. Worthy of her sympathy, respect and trust.

Now he wants to laugh in that old self's face. You stupid, naive girl. Did you really think you meant something to her? That she honestly said that you could rely on her, trust her, come to her with any problem? If she had no problem killing your father, if she wasn't tormented by remorse (or so Elyssa assumed), then you think you can mean anything more than a piece of dried mud on the sole of her shoe?

They hurt not only me, but also Osha and Mae. I can't explain it, but they are both like sisters to me. And they hurt them.

When she went outside, to the courtyard of sorts, Mae was there, but also Qimir and Sol. They haven't noticed her yet. She didn't know what they were talking about, but she saw Sol's lightsaber near her foot, in the sparse grass. She pulled it towards her and attached it to the back of her belt to prevent him from defending himself in case something happened.

Until recently, she wouldn't have believed that he would be able to raise a hand on her. But now... She expected everything.

"I want him to confess everything he has done. To stand before the Jedi Council, the Senate and the Republic and answer for all his crimes." Mae said.

Lys didn't need to hear what the earlier conversation was about to guess what crimes Mae wanted Sol to confess. But it's not enough, there will never be justice here, the Jedi will protect him, the price he will pay will be nothing compared to-

"I did the right thing. I wanted to protect you." Sol's words interrupted her thought.

A small part of her wanted to believe that was thruth. That it was all just one big misunderstanding, but the anger that was bubbling inside her didn't allow any of these good thoughts come to the surface. Her hand on the hilt of her lightsaber tightened even tighter than before - and she didn't even realize when she was gripping it so tightly.

"Liars. Liars and monsters." she said, drawing the attention of all three of them. Her voice broke on the second sentence.

Not so long ago, this was how she called Qimir: 'monster'. The murderer of her friends, a heartless person with no moral backbone. He kidnapped her and she only dreamed of killing him, even if she had to commit suicide later. And then she wanted to wait patiently, survive until someone came to save her.

Nobody's going to save you, honey. No one cares about you, especially not them.

How were they different from him? Were their actions for noble reasons? How? She was tempted to say that the Jedi were the bad guys. She remembered the scar on Qimir's back well, in that rush of emotions she was sure it was Vernestra who had inflicted it on him, but this time she didn't think about it in the way that Qimir had forced her to do it. Now she considered her being the aggressor.

There was no place left to squash her emotions, there was no way to bury them because there was nothing under them, there was nothing to cover them with and forget about until they lost their strength - or at least until something reminded her of everything. Now everything was about to spill out uncontrollably. No, not spill... Explode.

How much can you bear before you suddenly snap?

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he took so much from you

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"if you stan qimir but hated kylo then youre just a hypocrite--" baby qimir is knocking it out the park and kylo aint even seeing the little leagues

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y'all the star wars official account is posted a qimir thirst trap 😭

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Can someone answer my question. When Qimir admits that he made + sold the poison Mae used to kill Torbin, why did the Jedi not arrest him? Or bring him in for questioning? Or anything like that?