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Unna Hi Chaanu
Unna left the holding area where the entire fencing team was being held with a heavy heart. She couldn't shake the images of her fellow Jedi being suspended in the air, deprived of food, deprived of hygiene, and deprived of all but the lowest standard of nutrition. The images of the bodies suspended in the air flashed through her mind.
They didn't deserve it and Unna would not feel right until they were free. Sure, that meant the hazing could return. The hazing was unfair, but as Jenna said, it was 3,000 years of tradition and it oddly seemed to shape them for the better. Jenna surely believed it and Unna saw that the more the team had endured, the more they were able to endure in the holding cells.
It did not seem that Auro endured much in the way of hazing, so she wondered how he was holding up. She was unfortunately unable to spend much time with him, since she spend much of it with Jenna and Maya, but the information she got from Maya and Jenna would pay off for him. For all of them.
Even Graff, the one she avoided as much as possible from the day she met him. She did not care for the way he talked to her or Lyssire, but she was starting to get it. That didn't mean she liked it, but she got it. Hazing seemed to be this ritual used to toughen the new kids. It toughened him and it toughened Jenna. Unna could have easily turned her back and enjoyed the peaceful time while they were locked up, but she found peace impossible to come by. She wished the hazing would stop, but this is not how she wanted it to happen. She was willing to help them in any way she could, even if it meant it would go back to the way things were.
Her heart's desire was that she help them all to get out and that they wouldn't pick on her and that they would become friends. She definitely wanted to help Jenna fix her dress in hopes that she could finish tying the knot with Graff. Unna spent much of her life around Jedi, but her parents were not Jedi and she had it in her heart to practice the ways of the Zeisun Sha. Love was not looked down upon like it seemed to be with the Jedi. Even in this universe it didn't seem to be such a big deal, but she guessed the headmaster was just that petty and stubborn to allow dozens of innocent people be unjustly punished, and some even sentenced to death, all over wedding vows? It seemed the real bully in this school was not Graff and the Sabers, but the headmaster himself. Perhaps he could have some sense talked into him. Hopefully Gideon could do so.
That night, sleep did not come easily to Unna. As rude as Maya could seem, Unna missed having her in the room. The image of Maya hanging in the air instead of sleeping comfortably in her bed haunted Unna, as she pondered how to help them out of this. She'd take Maya yelling at her to get off of her bed anytime over the current reality. Unna never questioned how or why she cared so much about what happened to them. She just knew that she did.
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