Chapter 3:Royal Protection Pt 7

Crystaall took a quick look behind her to see if someone was behind them or standing by her side, but there was no one. She slowly turned her attention back to the rodian and laid her arms upon the booth table.

"What the hell did you just call me?"

"M'lady. Its meant for use when addressing female royalty."

"I'm not royalty."

"Which do you think is the truth? The fact that Jigual felt he needed to eliminate you and Vex for the sole purpose of doing so, with the help of the Empire? Or the fact that Vex never told you of your true past? That he knew Jigual would hunt for you once your mother won the right to be called Queen?"

Crystaall's anger soon rose. She trusted that man with her life. He protected her every time they stood side-by-side and she did the same. She poured her emotions into that man while he sat back and listened like a father. Yet he told her nothing of her mother, her parents, or anything of her past life. There was no explanation for her gift of combat, for why she aged so slowly. Nothing.

"He told me everything! Why would he keep such a trivial secret from me? Could he not trust me with the truth? Pieces of truth I should have known about since he found me? There is no explanation he could make, nor you could make for why he did this! I won't forget this, but-"

"Perhaps it was a form of protection."

"Protection from what? A better life? Something that I could actually love?!"

"Keep your voice down, if the Emp-"

"Screw you! If he saw that keeping me from my family would protect me, then he probably has records of my family pleading for me to be returned.. And you can stay out of way, you alien!"

Crystaall grabbed her helmet, placing it back on her head to hide her flushing red cheeks and the pink spot on her forehead, resulting from her immense anger. She had left so much trust in that man, and he had given nothing back to her. Her heart was broken.

He stood there in the shadows, staring at the small freighter in front of him. His black hair and mask of fur covered around his lips and across his cheeks sat there, having taken a year to grow.The black YT-1300 was a beauty in in pristine condition, but its owner did not share the same fate. He closed his eyes and began to focus on the force, just like he had been taught. He could sense the rise of anger and frustration almost instantly, and it was heading this way. He smiled as he unclipped his lightsaber from his belt and raised his hood over his head, concealing his identity with the mask of shadow. The dark violet robe had black inscriptions upon it of a code most would not understand, especially this 'girl' He wore it over his black strong armor, having gotten rid of the helmet earlier. He would sit there in the shadow s'till she came. And she was getting closer with every second.

"Perfect. The future will soon change, And I will be its guide."