The passenger transport she’d snuck aboard was old and in desperate need of upgrades. Sa’har shoved the blanket down to the end of her cot and slid onto the floor, legs crossed and back straight. Was it a sign? Or was it her own self-doubt creeping its way into even the subconscious parts of her mind? Spending every single one of her waking hours meditating, reaching out, hoping to find any clue that could lead to her brother was obviously starting to take its toll.īut this was the first night where she got close enough to touch Ri’kan, and she didn’t like what had happened when she did. This was the fifth night in a row she’d had the same dream. She was drenched in sweat, her limbs twisted in the rough sheet covering her cot.
As her vision cleared, the durasteel ceiling of the ship’s sweltering lower levels slowly came into view. Sa’har desperately called her brother’s name as she woke, but the only response was the ceaseless rumbling of a ship’s engine. She grasped for her brother wildly, with both arms, but he crumbled away, like dirt and ash, at her touch. A low, pulsing hum grew louder and louder an unbearable heat washed over her body. Just below, a heavy, rusted chain was tangled around his neck.īut the moment Sa’har’s fingertips brushed the cold metal of his bonds, her vision blurred. As her fingers inched closer, she could see her brother’s gaunt face was marred by fear, by hopelessness. Sa’har reached a trembling hand toward the brother she had not seen since she was taken to be trained by the Jedi.
“Sa’har! I always knew you would find me. She ran toward the sound, but her feet were heavy… like stone. The voice, its edges rippling with echoes, was louder. It sounded impossibly far away, yet close enough that she swiveled her head in search of its owner. That voice–so familiar, despite the years since she last heard it. Players will no longer need to exit and return in order to continue the crit path