《The Battle of Two hearts (Completed)》Chapter 2
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Diendt had been traveling for hours, she was hungry, thirsty, and exhausted. She checked her scanner and found Endor was close. She set her course for Endor, deciding she would get supplies and rest there. She made a rough landing and stepped out of the ship, which she had found out was a Jedi Starfighter. Diendt wandered about the forest, searching for the native Ewoks, hoping she could befriend them and get help from them.
Meanwhile Kylo Ren was still trying to find Diendt. He paced the dark floor of his Imperial Shuttle as he waited for General Macil to report back to him. They had been trying to find and follow Diendt's ship for quite some time now. The door hissed open and Kylo spun to see a slightly trembling, General Macil. He frowned at the General even though the man couldn't see his expression.
"What is it?" Kylo said harshly. General Macil stammered,
"W-we have lost her again, m-my Lord." Kylo's hilted light saber hissed to life in moments.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY!?!" He shouted, enraged at losing his target.
"Sh-she went to light speed and we lost her" The General sputtered, visibly shaking. Kylo swung his light saber viciously, severing and destroying the electronic panels around him. Sparks flew through the air and Kylo took a threatening step toward the General, raising a gloved hand.
"This is your fault" He said lowly. General Macil took a small, retreating step, looking at Kylo with wide eyes.
"This will be your last mistake, General Macil" Kylo growled, slowly closing his hand into a fist. The General's eyes bulged and he clawed at his neck, gasping for breath. His neck muscle tensed and then his body fell limp. Kylo turned to the door,
"Reece!" He yelled sharply. A thin, young man scurried into the room, performing a timid bow.
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"Yes my Lord?" The man said, in a voice stronger then Kylo expected.
"I want you to set our course for Endor, I have a feeling she is there," Kylo said gruffly,"it's time she knows the truth."
" Right away sir," said the General Reece, turning to leave the room.
"And get someone to clean up this mess!" Kylo called out to the General.
"Yes, Lord" General Reece said with a curt nod before fleeing from the room.
Diendt finally stumbled upon a small brown Ewok. She pulled the last bit of food from her pocket and the Ewok quickly considered her a friend.The small creature led her through the trees and into a small village flowing with Ewoks of all sizes. They took her into a tiny hut and untangled her mocha brown hair, braiding some of it up and leaving the rest to run over her shoulders. Diendt laughed as the little things waddled around her and bounced throughout the hut. When they finished giving her a complete 'make-over', including new clothes, she was given a large bowl of food. She was sitting down eating when she felt the presence of someone she knew.
" Ben," she whispered. As soon as she finished her food she left. Diendt wandered the woods closing her eyes and using the Force to guide her to her childhood friends. Suddenly the Force shuddered and her eyes flew open as a soft humming filled the air. She was face to face with the masked man from Naboo. His light saber was drawn, the deep red glow lighting up his face.
"Who are you?" She asked in a shaken voice as she took a step back, "and what do you want fro-" But before she could finish she was violently shoved back into a tree and the world was black.
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