Star Wars: The New Wars/Chapter 4

Deimos woke inside a hut to the smell of Bantha Stew. He got up, and looked to his side. "Where am I?" He questioned the air, to find a response from the stranger. "Inside a small place called my hut." "Don't get to comfortable." Deimos nodded as the stranger stepped inside. His eyes were stuck on her. Examining her every move. Deimos was not a fool. He had dealt with people like this before. The stranger glanced down at Deimos. He quickly diverted his eyes. "Whats your name?" Deimos asked, with a calm voice. "Mira. I was left here by my old master, Count Dooku. I was told he died at war." Mira replied. "But.. Dooku died.. decades ago!" Deimos said. "Yes, I know. I was.. his pupil by the age of five months. I didn't learn much, from what i've heard." Mira said in a sad voice, but not truely revealing her emotion. "So, your a Jedi then, eh?" Deimos slipped out of his mouth on accident. "No! Of course not! I would never be one of those fools!" Mira exclaimed. The exact words I would say.. Deimos thought.