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Your thumb brushes against the glass screen of the Commlink, scrolling through the sparsely populated contact list until you see her. Beforehand, when you clicked on her name, you were greeted with large red text saying CONTACT UNABLE TO CONNECT TO where her image should be, but now you see her face in the forefront of the blue background of the display. A wry smile grows on your face as you stare at the visage you’ve been wanting to gaze your eyes upon for so long; Alyla is still as beautiful as you remember her to be. Your idolisation of her didn’t conjure up false memories that lie of her beauty, she is utterly spectacular. Unconsciously, your thumb gently rolls over her image, and you can feel the warmth of her soft blue skin all these lightyears away.
The small impish smile on your face grows wider as you shake your head from the amused self-derision at the boyish feelings welling up deep in your soul, yearning for you to contact her immediately. To share every in-depth detail of this past year with her, all the while questioning her about what she has been doing since you’ve been apart. Deeper still inside you is the shy nervousness and insecurity, unsure how you would break the ice, how to greet her, if she really misses you as you miss her, did she really care for you, or was it a pet project to help out an awkward young boy; but you bury that self-doubt under a blanket of confident false self-mockery and amusement at your feelings to this older Jedi.
Now is not the time, you’ve been granted this privilege by Turok because of the maturity and restraint that you have displayed; leaping at this gift too eagerly would recreate the issue this division was created to solve. Slipping your Commlink into your pocket, you pick up your glider to spend the rest of the day flying in the sky, reminiscing about what was and planning what will come to pass. There is nowhere where you feel so utterly free and contemplative, unshackled by the worries of the world as you glide above it. Even deep introspective meditation doesn’t compete with it.
The week begins to pass as you wait for the long-term mission Grand Master Turok is preparing to set you and three other pairs of Jedi Masters and apprentices. Thoughts of grand herculean tasks fill your mind, which you quickly wash away with the sobering rain of reality, reminding you that anything so important wouldn’t be given to Masters with Padawans by their side. But that doesn’t stop the hopeful daydreams from reappearing and conjuring fantasies. Also, you think about who will be joining you, you hope Luke or Scion will be there with their Masters, and maybe even Alyla will join you. Turok did say Masters, but perhaps he means it in the context of having a student instead of the rank.