Private An Ukatian and a (Dead) Hapan

[Miri Nimdok]

Now that they were working towards a goal, Giselle behaved as if her earlier crying spell had never happened at all. She bustled around the apartment, gathering her things and preparing to leave.

Aramis reappeared a few minutes later, exasperatedly informing her of his limitations. She nodded along, stuffing various items into a bag. “All right, so long as you keep an eye out…” Suddenly she slowed to a stop, as if the thought had occurred to her that bringing anything more than the clothes on her back could hurt their chances of escaping. Besides, that was how she had left Ukatis—dressed in royal finery that didn’t truly belong to her, with nothing of her own but her wits.

Still. Some of the things she’d bought on the Vonnuvi were rather lovely. She was sad to leave them behind.

Then there was the matter of the locked door. It had a combination, one which she had been unable to learn—her Jedi escort was the only one who knew the code, and he always blindfolded her on the way into the apartment complex so she couldn’t see the way out. “If I were to summon my Jedi guardian, get him to punch in the combination to unlock the door—do you think you could watch him do it and memorize the code?” she asked. But then, the keypad was only accessible from the outside! “Are you absolutely sure you can’t interact with the physical world? Not even with the Force?”

Aramis

 

[Aramis]

"That's the plan…" Aramis affirmed. Giselle's suggestion seemed simple enough, but the matter remained that unlocking the door was apparently only possible from the outside. Aramis sighed, "That seems like a safety hazard. And they're supposed to be keeping you safe?"

“Are you absolutely sure you can’t interact with the physical world? Not even with the Force?”

"I don't know!" He was frustrated, both by her incessant asking and his inability to do so. He looked around desperately, and his gaze settled on a rack of dishes in the kitchen. Perhaps it was like the Force. Like learning how to use the Force. He raised his hand, and tried to pull it toward him. Nothing.

"Dammit." He kept trying, and began to feel the Force around him. That's what he was now, wasn't it? A being of the Force? This should be simpler. He thrust his hand out again, and the energies surged again. It felt as if he were stretching his own limb all the way over to reach the objects of his desire. Strange, and yet somehow natural. An extension of himself. He felt the dishes in his grasp and… they shook.

"Huh." It wasn't much. But it was proof. "Maybe I can."

Giselle von Ascania​