Thanks to Flint's observations and Evander's piloting, they managed to crash land in a field. Nobody was hurt, luckily, but they'd be derailed until they could repair the ship.

The four came out of the ship, coughing and waving smoke away from their faces.

"I can bet right now that the heating and cooling system is busted," Flint remarked.

"And our left thruster is definitely broken," Alda added.

"I'll head into that town, see what I can find," Evander said grimly with a bag of credits in his hand as he walked off.

Usually Alda would go as well, but she didn't move. Just stood there fuming.

"Uh, I'll go with him," Flint said awkwardly before jogging ahead to join him.

Once they were gone, Alda turned to Jolie,"Look, Jolie-" she started, her Force Signature radiating guilt.

"-It's okay. He'll come around," Jolie said with a reassuring smile,"I'm just glad we're all okay."

Alda nodded and smiled,"Let's go see what us ladies can fix."

Meanwhile, Flint and Evander were walking through town. It was very crowded with smog and pick pockets filling the streets. Everything seemed to be a certain shade of brown. Flint was observant as ever, scouting out anything that would come in handy. Evander was just sulking. Yes, he was looking too, but he seemed miserable. Flint wanted to help him, but he was no Alda. I should try anyways, he thought to himself.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asked carefully, summoning all the courage he could. Questioning Evander was so easy, or safe, task.

"Yeah. Let's just find what we need so we can get off this rock," he replied harshly. Flint decided it wasn't a good idea to keep prying, so he just continued to help Evander.

Everywhere he looked, Evander saw her. Her long, blonde hair. Her calm, collected attitude. The peace she brought to everyone and everything she touched.

His old Master.

It was the anniversary of the day it had happened. The day his life derailed. The day he still hasn't recovered from. It haunts him, even still.

The crystal around his neck kept reminding him she was there, from a certain point of view. The dark thoughts in his head were clouding his judgement and taking over his thoughts. They were so clouded he wasn't even listening to the one person they had who could warn the crew of danger. One thing's for sure, he was in for it once he got back.

It was almost dark on the already dark moon when Evander and Flint finally returned, along with hover carts full of equipment to use in the repairs.

Flint saw the two young women working with the ship's hyperdrive, fixing a minor error. They both looked up, grimy faces and all. Alda saluted then jokingly and Jolie just waved.

"At least leave some of the work for us," he said with a smile as he put a pair of goggles on and jumped down. Alda and Jolie laughed in response, thankful for something light hearted on a day that had derailed pretty miserably.

But Evander was there to ruin the mood. "I'm gonna start dinner," he said blankly, refusing to make eye contact with anyone.

Flint gave Alda a knowing look and she sighed, setting her goggles down,"Fine. I'll talk to him." She climbed out of the engine compartment and made her way to the kitchen.

Evander turned, hearing her come in. "Fine. Let me have it." He leaned on the counter top with his arms folded, his hair and overall being in disarray.

"Look. You screwed up. Big time. Jolie is here to make sure that things like this," she gestured to the ship,"don't happen. Whatever has gotten into you-" she stopped, Evander turned his back on her and rested his hands on the countertop.

"I get the picture."

Alda only grew more frustrated,"Come on! You clearly don't. If you did 'get the picture' then we would be on a safe course right now!"

His head hung and he tried to hold back tears. Alda immediately softened her tone when she saw the first tear fall and splash on the black counter.

"Eve?" She walked over and put a hand on his back, standing beside him.

"It happened 6 years ago."

Right away she regretting everything she just said. Her mouth gaped open in guilt. "I- I completely forgot. I'm sorry."

He smiled sadly,"It's okay," he glanced over at the food being cooked,"I'm gonna grab a ration bar and head to my room."

Alda thought for a moment as he sulked off,"No. You're gonna stay here and we're gonna talk through this," he turned around and she walked towards him,"Every year you mope in your room and make yourself feel even worse. It's time that stops."

He sighed, knowing that arguing was futile,"Can we at least be where the others can't hear. Sore subject and all..." He looked around uncomfortably.

She smiled,"Sure."

With that, she dragged him outside and they walked off, away from the ship and city. The sun had set and stars painted the sky. For the first one since they'd gotten on this moon, the darkness was beautiful, not misplaced and grimy.

Evander's hands were in his jacket pockets and Alda's hands swung at her sides in rhythm.

Alda looked up at him, his dark face illuminated by a bright light from the night sky. He just looked at the ground. "What's keeping you from getting past this?" She asked.

He shut his eyes for a second and grimaced,"She was murdered, Alda," he spat the words out as if they were poison,"I just- I never caught the killer. She never got justice."

"Well, do you think she would want justice that way? To have her own apprentice hunt some random crew of pirates down?"

He furrowed his brows in thought before letting out a sigh,"Probably not. But I want to. I want to make those terrible people pay for what they did. It was a merciless crime, so it deserves a merciless punishment."

If worried Alda to hear him say things like this. "You don't mean that. I know you don't. I know you. You're no hunter." He looked down into her eyes, and she up into his.

"Sometimes I don't know who I am anymore," his frustration, anger, and guilt could be sensed from a mile away,"I keep letting this ruin my life and I don't know how to let go!" Tear droplets lines his bottom lids, reflecting the moonlight.

Alda grabbed his arm and stopped,"There isn't an instruction book for this. I only know what needs to happen in the end. You just have to let go. Be yourself. An intelligent, brave, great friend. Not this guilt ridden man hunting after pirates. This shouldn't control you. I don't want it to control you. I know you don't want it to. And your Master wouldn't want it to either."

After a long moment of though he pulled the necklace from under his shirt and lifted it over his neck. Holding it out in his palms. "This was her crystal," the clear Kyber captured the moonlight elegantly in the night.

Alda put her hands around his, closing his palms. "Let go."

He took his hands back and took one final look at the crystal. The one tangible thing he had left of her. But it was the one thing giving him a constant reminder of that day, not letting his wounds heal. He wound his arm back and then thrust it forward and up. The crystal flew like a shooting star and rocketed off into the distance, symbolically letting go.

For the first time in a while, he let out a deep breathe. He felt like he could breathe easily again.

He stared off into the beyond, smiling for the first time today. Somehow feeling free.

"Are you alright?" She asked him, concern and anticipation written all over her face.

He turned to her and smiled,"Yeah. I have memories more valuable than that thing."

She smiled back and the two pulled each other into a quick but compassionate embrace. On that note, they went back to the ship.

Back home.

        Meanwhile, Flint and Jolie were fixing the ship, little by little. Flint was essentially a walking Holocron so he knew all the inner-workings well.

"They've been gone a while," Jolie remarked as she started screwing in some replacement part to the engine.

Flint turned off his drill,"Yeah, you're right."

Jolie stopped and let her hands fall to her lap,"Why do you think they walked off?" She had a thought,"They aren't like..."

"No no no," Flint quickly interjected,"They're just close friends," he also stopped working,"Truth is, today had a, sort significance to Evander."

"Oh," Jolie replied somberly, inferring that it's a bad significance based on his tone.

"Uh, yeah... Alda knows how to get to him, though," he flipped his goggles back down over his bright blue eyes,"Can you pass me the replacement panel cover?"

Jolie did so and went back to her job. Though, after another ten or so minutes went by she started getting a massive headache. The ache turned to stings and the throbbing worsened. She groaned under her breathe, not being able to help it.

Flint looked over very worriedly,"Are you alright?"

"Erm, yeah. Just a head ache," she replied dully, trying to hide a grimace. After another few minutes, when she finally thought it had passed, her heart beat began to quicken. Her skin went pale but her temperature rose rapidly. She couldn't bear it anymore and dropped her tool, then made a b-line for the ladder.

"Jolie?" Flint asked.

She dismissed him with a wave of her hand and went into her room, closing the door behind her. She dropped to her knees, holding her head, desperately trying to slow down whatever was happening. It was new. Nothing like this had ever happened before. Her eyes were squeezed shut and there was now a ringing going around her ears. Then suddenly, it all stopped.

She opened her eyes to see a very opaque, dark figure. It was like a ghost before her. Right away, she was on her feet, her eyes wide open and lightsaber in hand.

"Who are you?" She asked out loud.

The shadowy figure remained static. Nothing happened. Just as quickly as it had conjured itself before her, it just dissolved into the atmosphere like nothing happened.

Bewildered, she sat on her bed, trying to piece together what had just happened.

There was a knock at her door,"Jolie? Are you okay?" It was Flint. He didn't hear her say anything in response so he slowly opened the door,"Why do you have your lightsaber out?" He pointed to the silver weapon, still tightly in her grasp.

She scrambled to put it away,"Nothing, just adjusting something."

"If you say so. It's getting late so I'm going to turn it. Are you sure you're alright?"

She smiled sweetly,"I'm fine. See you in the morning."

Jolie was far from fine. She knew that. Jolie didn't know what was happening, so she didn't know how to tell anyone.