It had been some time while Spencer sat there in her cocoon of vines. The sound of the battle outside was muffled as she stayed inside of her head constantly playing back what she had felt and heard through the force. Part of her felt guilty because she was here, safe in a cloaked ship. No one knew where she was, those capable of finding her had been disconnected from her when she withdrew the mediation. Waving her hand she pushed aside the plants gently with the force, they fell as she passed through them and reformed the cocoon. Looking at her handy work she pondered it and wondered if it was really necessary to be protected like this when no one knew where she was at.
The ship was cloaked and floating between where the fleet had started from and Vault where she knew Ashin had been last. A hand rubbed her cheek as she moved from the meditation room towards the bridge of the ship. It was quite on the ship, the battle had moved from her, but she could still see it close enough. The fighting shook the ship from time to time, but here she was safe. Like always, she was always safe away from the fighting. Closing her eyes she tried to return to the meditation, but something continued to pull at her. The fight with Darron, the man that in a weird sense was almost a father figure to Spencer. The girl slammed her fist into the control panel, constantly stuck in the middle of things, never finding a peace that she had searched for. Of course, she should have known this would happen, Ashin was the Empress and Darron was the Grand Master…rivals always.
The teenager spun the command chair as she looked at the ceiling, she should really return to battle meditating, but something was blocking her. Every time she entered the state she felt a chill in the force something was rippling towards her and she didn't understand it. As she spun, her fingers touched the necklace Ashin had given her, protection that’s what it all came down to. Always protection. Closing her eyes she knew that Darron would have protected her as well. He continued to promise the protection if she chose to return to the Order. Spencer wondered why everyone protected her, was she weak? Was she something to possess and they had to protect her to keep her? Everything continued to pour into her mind, it was hard to push out the emotions of the battle field, but she had done a good job up until now.
Everything started when someone had told Ashin to find something apparently she was that something. A hand moved to the bridge of her nose as she pressed it tightly, too much thinking was happening and she needed to focus on what her duty was. There were so many out there depending on her to help guide them with the force and there were others she needed to hinder. She had stopped feeling the other meditate, maybe the ship that carried the woman had perished and she was gone or maybe she had decided to do something else. Either way, Spencer couldn't worry her mind with that. Standing from the command chair she moved back towards the meditation room. Her hand running along the cool panels of the hallway walls, she made it to the room where the plants welcomed their creator. Folding down without influence of the force, Spencer entered her cage and sat down once more. She sat on her feet in the kneeling position, her eyes closed tightly as she took in deep breaths returning to the place she saw the force.
Everything moved from there, the battles reappeared in her sights through the force and she took in another deep breath and pushed her thoughts outward. She felt the struggle and she knew it would take time to enter this meditation, the scars of her realization showing as she knew she needed to be stronger. Pushing her fears aside, she focused on the victory for the Sith.
