Get you Gone

[cityship]

The meeting is over, the teams have been assigned, the plans have been laid out. It's time to get weapons.

It's time to wish each other luck, and say goodbyes--with the hope that they're only "good bye for now"s.

It's about to get very hairy from here on out.

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Re: Deployment

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

"You better not die," she said flatly and removed her makeshift sheath before passing it to him. "It is...a phrase we Fremen use. The only thing that keeps your knife from disintegrating is its proximity to your body's electrical field. When it is gone, the knife is gone."

She was silent for awhile.

"I have wished Fremen troops well before battle," Arha said, "many times. You cannot pick out the ones who will come back as water. Each time I wished them well, it was a goodbye in case they fell. They were all fine warriors, but the jihads were..." She shrugged lightly and pulled her eyes from him.

"You will come back," she said softly. "And I will still be here. I am forever waiting for men to come back from battle, it seems." A shadow of a smile touched her lips and she fixed her eyes on his. "Fight well, my Jed-Eye, and may your path lead you back here." Her chin tilted slightly and her smile was bright.

"Ah," she murmured. "May the Force be with you. Yes? This is how you say it?"

Re: Deployment

[restoresbalance.livejournal.com]

Luke slid the knife into its sheath and buckled the whole onto his belt, behind his lightsaber. Getting a regular arsenal going here, he thought, brushing the carved hilt with his fingers. It felt comforting to him, somehow. "May the Force be with you too, Arha." There was the weight of something between them, in that moment of silence after he spoke, a weight that could have been filled, but after it passed he bowed his head to her again and turned away, rejoining the group waiting to leave.

Re: Deployment

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

She watched him go until he was lost to the crowd, then slowly sat. It was, once again, to the Force that she reached and let its calm wrap around her like a shield. Be safe. The thought lingered, echoing for a moment before she retreated to the stillness of her mind. She meditated in the Force itself and let the frenzy of thought subside.

He had her crysknife. It was the closest she could come to going with him while remaining in this place. Everything was bearable, no matter what the outcome. Arha would look forward to seeing his face once more; she always did.