ly light came from the beams of the c

he map out of Cecil's hand as s

d, his voice low and danger

. He pointed to a trail that led up a steep ridge. "This way. I've s

sed, her expression unreadable. "You are wrong,

who can read a map! You're the one who thinks she can just boss p

ed marching up the ridge, his boots

. She didn't chase h

snapped h

cutting through the

back of his knee. It wasn't a physical bl

urprise as his balance deserted him. He

, caught him mid-fall. It pushed down on his shoulders and lift

head bowed. It was a perfect, ceremonial kne

he red light blinking. The live

at wen

t Jedi mind

like a sack

t television I

ground, but it was like an anvil was sitting

eps barely making a sound. She stopped in

nfolded it, glancing at the strange symbols and lines. She di

feel it. A faint hum of technol

he hill, in the exact opposite directi

ssure v

embarrassment. He brushed the dirt off his pants, his hands

od there, staring at her w

She moved with an easy grace, ducking under bra

ice. He was seething, his pri

behind them, struggling to

cked the way. Cecil raised a hand, and the branches

horn scraped across his cheek, drawing a thin

er. A tiny smirk played on he

t, voices drifted throug

one cut through the silence

rowing. The oily feeling wa