THE SLOW RUSH
~I believed without a question, always//Never speak of the time that you left us alone~
~I believed without a question, always//Never speak of the time that you left us alone~
TIPOCA CITY, KAMINO, ABRION SECTOR, WILD SPACE
A frantically bright white light welcomed me back to the land of the living. Machines stuffed with flowing liquids of all colors and forms. Beeping sound of computers fills the otherwise silent, empty room. From a quick observation, this place feels like a medical facility, or any research-adjacent facilities. Not a single breathing soul in here, though I couldn’t be so sure if that’s also the case beyond the white walls and opaque glass.
I tried to recall where I was, what happened, and how long it had been since… whatever happened before. Blood, fire, desert dunes, misty mountains, destruction, a ragged banner of my clan flying proudly, neither in Kestri nor Mandalore. Somewhere else entirely. Twin sun, so close over my head, whispering words of worship. The moon, bowing and kissing my feet. My people, my tribe, chanting my name, killing in my name. But those things aren’t the ones that bring joy to my heart, pride in my head. In fact, it was a horrific revelation. It’s the sight of my people traveling the galaxy safe and sound, proudly draped in Beskar’gam of their clan, with their spouse and kids smiling happily underneath their Buy’ce. Such is a dream of a vod.
A hissing sound of a mechanical door opening sucked me right back in the very room I was in. That wasn’t what happened before, the memory that just surged in my brain. That’s a vision of the future, my future, my tribe’s future. In the room now is a doctor and a nurse. No sight of familiar faces, no Dad, no Emam, no Gailen, no Mevia. Good, life does go on, the Enclave must push forward, although it stings down there. The doctor asked all the basic questions, told me that they are going to inform Dad. That can wait, I need to know what happened after… whatever happened to me. The doctor is a Kaminoan, he should know something about the Enclave’s matters.
I waited for stories of glorious victory, just to be slammed down from heaven to the lowest pit of Tartarus. The Crusade was for nothing. We pushed the Alliance back, but our resources were exhausted, we overextended and left with crime-ridden hellholes and Sith incursions. Such is a dream of a vod.
It slowly brings my memory back, of Kiffu, of the nerve injury, my inability to walk, the subsequent council meeting, the trip to Zeltros, the treatment in Kamino. And then it was gone. My conscience. The doctor told me that it’s been six months. A lot has changed. Such is a dream of a vod.
Was the Crusade a mistake? We beat the Alliance back, but at what cost? Our people’s safety? The very security of our people that we waged this Crusade for? Was I just misguided by anger and fear?
Fear is the mind killer.
I took a deep breath and delved back into the dream that I just had. It all started with desert dunes. No point in rushing back to Kestri, for I have zero clue if I have been following the right path all this time. Especially when the path has been laid down by the Gods in my dream. A path that starts with a fresh start. A journey to unlearn, to discover the truth, to discover my true purpose in this universe. There's no place but where it all began. The Dunes of Tatooine.
I tried to recall where I was, what happened, and how long it had been since… whatever happened before. Blood, fire, desert dunes, misty mountains, destruction, a ragged banner of my clan flying proudly, neither in Kestri nor Mandalore. Somewhere else entirely. Twin sun, so close over my head, whispering words of worship. The moon, bowing and kissing my feet. My people, my tribe, chanting my name, killing in my name. But those things aren’t the ones that bring joy to my heart, pride in my head. In fact, it was a horrific revelation. It’s the sight of my people traveling the galaxy safe and sound, proudly draped in Beskar’gam of their clan, with their spouse and kids smiling happily underneath their Buy’ce. Such is a dream of a vod.
A hissing sound of a mechanical door opening sucked me right back in the very room I was in. That wasn’t what happened before, the memory that just surged in my brain. That’s a vision of the future, my future, my tribe’s future. In the room now is a doctor and a nurse. No sight of familiar faces, no Dad, no Emam, no Gailen, no Mevia. Good, life does go on, the Enclave must push forward, although it stings down there. The doctor asked all the basic questions, told me that they are going to inform Dad. That can wait, I need to know what happened after… whatever happened to me. The doctor is a Kaminoan, he should know something about the Enclave’s matters.
I waited for stories of glorious victory, just to be slammed down from heaven to the lowest pit of Tartarus. The Crusade was for nothing. We pushed the Alliance back, but our resources were exhausted, we overextended and left with crime-ridden hellholes and Sith incursions. Such is a dream of a vod.
It slowly brings my memory back, of Kiffu, of the nerve injury, my inability to walk, the subsequent council meeting, the trip to Zeltros, the treatment in Kamino. And then it was gone. My conscience. The doctor told me that it’s been six months. A lot has changed. Such is a dream of a vod.
Was the Crusade a mistake? We beat the Alliance back, but at what cost? Our people’s safety? The very security of our people that we waged this Crusade for? Was I just misguided by anger and fear?
Fear is the mind killer.
I took a deep breath and delved back into the dream that I just had. It all started with desert dunes. No point in rushing back to Kestri, for I have zero clue if I have been following the right path all this time. Especially when the path has been laid down by the Gods in my dream. A path that starts with a fresh start. A journey to unlearn, to discover the truth, to discover my true purpose in this universe. There's no place but where it all began. The Dunes of Tatooine.
