Gella Nattai loved the sensation of falling. True, she did not care for flight. Flying was a seesaw of movement, and depending on the pilot, she was left excusing herself to the restroom. But falling? That was different. As she leapt into the night sky, she unholstered her twin light-sabers, trusting the Force would carry her safely. Why couldn't she always trust herself as implicitly as she did in moments like this?
Wasn't every decision she made similar? With no guarantee but the guarantee that it was as the Force willed it.
As she landed in a crouch at the center of the cave, she felt the soft shock through her legs. Then when she was steady, she ignited her lightsabers. The vibrant hum within the core of her moonstone hilts ran up her arms. She inhaled the cool scent of stone mingled with decay.

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