Hey. Hey Onions. Hey. Micro fill time: Shiro. Star Wars AU. First time he felt the Force. *finger guns*
okay you had to have known there was no way this was going to stay micro
- name credit for the alien species goes to @gitwrecked, who is a wonderful human bean
- physiology credit for the tiny galra detail I borrowed from @radioactivesupersonic‘s excellent post
- in the same series as this, this and this
Shiro’s known the Force for as long as he can remember.
Even if this isn’t the first first, it’s certainly one of the most defining.
“It is too late,” the Pashoni leader says. Her face is ashen but firm, her beetle-like eyes and the green markings of her crown of office stoic and unyielding. “I am sorry, young Jedi. There is no way we will reach them in time.”
“But my Master’s down there,” Shiro cries.
The training bond in the back of his mind has been silent for six terrifying minutes, stretching on to seven. Eight. Shiro’s tried again and again, but there’s no response. There’s nothing, nothing but the horrified whispers from the Pashonians gathering with Shiro at the top of the hill and the dust rising from the rockslide at the bottom.
Stay here, Master Ulaz had said. The cart down into the mines had only been big enough for one person to join the workers heading below.
Stay here, Master Ulaz had said, laying his large hand on top of Shiro’s head, thumb pressing gently against the center of Shiro’s forehead. It is a calming gesture for the Galra people, with their sagittal crest; Shiro’s used to it. At the tender age of thirteen he still barely comes up to Master Ulaz’s waist.
Here, staring down at the settling remnants of the rockslide neatly blocking the only access to the caves.