Distrust Grows

Rorworr crouched down over the speeder with a tool in one hand when Sia-Lan and Rann approached. Near him, sitting on the edge of the speeder, Tso shook his head sadly. He’d just finished telling Rorworr everything that’d happened to his friends when the two Jedi approached.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Rorworr’s translator droid said sympathetically after Rorworr had responded with his usual barking and growling.

Tso sighed heavily. “I’m just as upset as everyone else,” said Tso, “and I want to see this Dark Jedi brought to justice just as much as they do, but we can’t go blaming one another. It’s just not good for morale.”

Rann smiled sadly as he stopped directly in front of Tso. The look on his face was one of empathy. “I feel your pain, my friend,” he said to Tso as he touched him gently on the shoulder. “I am deeply sorry.”

“If we can help you guys in any way, just let us know,” offered Sia-Lan.

“Thank you,” said Tso, “but I don’t think there’s anything you can do.”

“Don’t be so certain,” said Rann. “When the Force is a person’s guide, they can do anything. It all boils down to whether they are willing to surrender to the Force’s will.”

Tso nodded. “You sound a lot like Geldar.”

“He has a good master,” said Rann. “I know Master Orruwarr only by name, but I’ve heard he is one of the wisest of the masters. Speaking of him, did Geldar say why Master Orruwarr isn’t with him?”

Tso shrugged. “I think he said Orruwarr had something else he had to do that Geldar couldn’t help him with. Besides, Geldar had another path that was chosen for him.”

“Yes,” said Sia-Lan. “That’s exactly what Master Lo-Jad told me when he sent me here. Perhaps it was our destiny to meet.”

“I think that is a given,” said Rann. “My master, Ali-Vor, also stated the same thing. I think she knew that the Force was directing us together. When I asked her why she was sending me to Naboo, she stated that she foresaw a dark future for Naboo, and the Force willed me to help alter Naboo’s course. She then told me to remember to rely on not only the Force but also on those that I would befriend.”

Sia-Lan smiled at him. “I think Lo-Jad knew this as well. Our meeting was fate. We can help you guys just as you can help us.”

Tso looked thoughtfully at Rann and Sia-Lan for a moment. “Perhaps you can,” he said. “Would you speak with the others? I know Geldar in particular would value your words highly.”

They both nodded as Sia-Lan brushed a strand of auburn hair out of her face. “We will do what we can,” she said.

“I will speak with Satchal,” said Rann. “I believe I can connect with him the best. You speak with the others.”

Sia-Lan nodded. “Right. I’ll see you at the briefing later.” And with that they walked away.

Tso waited until they were gone before he asked, “What briefing were they talking about?”

Rorworr straightened and looked his friend in the eye. “We’re all going on another mission to that prison camp,” he told Tso via translator. “You guys aren’t coming.”

“Why not?” Tso asked curiously.

“Well,” said Rorworr. “Don’t tell anyone, but the leaders are a little concerned about the stability of your group right now, and they’re keeping a close eye on your friends Satchal and Tarrsk. After the Minister of Culture’s daughter was shot by Tarrsk they are a little suspicious of all of you.”

Tso shook his head. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered. “Well, good luck on finishing that engine overhaul. I’ve got something else I’ve got to do. I’ll see you around.” And with a wave goodbye, Tso left Rorworr alone to fix his speeder.


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