“Stay calm. I’m a healer and I’ll help you.” The young Jedi told him, but the man was still trying to speak. “Run … run … as long as you can. They … want you. I … I’m just a bait.”
“What does he mean that they want us?” Zoe asked, standing over her Master, still kneeling beside the man.
“He meant us, little one,” the male voice behind them replied.
The newcomers cast a shadow over her and the man she was trying to heal. She knew from his waist that there were three men. Elyon slowly raised her head to them and began searching for the Force, but her connection to the Force was still weakening. Therefore, she focused on the details that might now be key. The three men were soldiers armed to the teeth. The young Jedi noticed an emblem on the shoulder of one of them … he belongs to the Collective.
“Where are the others? If this man was just a bait, then where are the others,” she asked, rising slowly, covering Zoe with her body. This young girl had no experience with the Collective, but Elyon was already watching the atrocities that the Collective’s soldiers committed.
“They’re dead,” the commander said with a smile, adding, “just like this man.”
Before Elyon could do anything, the commander pulled out the blaster he had attached to his right thigh and fired at the reclining man. The young Jedi kneeled back to him immediately, but it was too late. The bolt hit the man’s neck and he died immediately.
"It was not necessary. You want me and not the innocent villagers. You don’t have the courage to enter enemy territory and face the enemy, but instead you kill the innocent and lure us here like a coward, " the Jedi said with a cold, calm voice, rising again and standing in front of Zoe this time, ready to fight.
She continued to try to find another detail that would help her reveal who she was facing. As the man who seemed to be the commander of the team put his weapon back in his scabbard, she noticed the embarrassment on his other hand. It had the letter T. Which could indicate that it was Trill Squad, a new group belonging to the Collective, which, according to rumors, focuses on special events.
The commander gritted his teeth and blushed with anger. “Me and the coward? You’re lucky that I need you alive, because otherwise I’d kill you slowly and in pain,” he shouted at her.
The rest of his men, meanwhile, pulled out their blasters and aimed at her to apprehend her and express dominance in the situation. The young Jedi would be able to repel them easily, and she knew Zoe wouldn’t be left behind, but she didn’t want to risk the life of her Padawan.
She promised her mother that she would take care of Zoe. Therefore, she must now be patient and let herself be led by the Force and her own reason, which now recommended her diplomacy rather than attack.
“Interesting, so if you need me, you can let this little one go.” Elyon tried to use Mind Trick, but unfortunately her attempt did not fail. Even this ability was now beyond its reach in the Force. Elyon looked at Zoe. She could see that she was struck by what she saw, but still upright, looking proudly in front of her. She’s as strong as her mother, Elyon thought, and lightly took Zeltron’s hand in her to realize she wasn’t alone. Zoe looked at her and nodded that she understood her gesture.
“I wouldn’t recommend that, Commander,” the man to his right said.
“According to all available data, this little Zeltron is the daughter of Aura Ta’var, former Consul of the Clan Odan-Urr, Zoe Ta’var,” the man added, watching Elyon’s reaction. The young Jedi didn’t show anything.
“And she,” the commander asked, pointing to Elyon.
“This is the Aedile of the house Consular Conclave, Elyon de Neverse,” the man replied calmly with confidence in his voice.
They know who they are honored with, and they have the latest data. How is that even possible? Elyon spoke to herself in her head.
"So we’re lucky we got these two,” the commander said with a false smile and continued towards Elyon and Zoe, “now you two will come with us voluntarily or you will choose a harder way. What will it be, Jedi?”