Star Wars: Episode VIII: The New Threat

[Paendragon]

Han Solo

He looked from one Jedi to the next, then shook his head.

"If that is how you feel, then so be it. I would ask you to send off and advisory force, at least, with Admiral Thandor." He looked around the room once, quickly.

"I suggest you hurry up with this unification, though." His voice had a hard edge to it. If Luke knew what the Jedi had come to...

"You were supposed to be the guardians of the galaxy. And now we're faced with the biggest threat to the fledgling Republic that we could have ever imagined. And you're not ready."

He turned in a circle looking at all of them.

"It's time to make yourselves ready. I have a bad feeling about this conflict." He pointed to his stomach. "Right here. You know what that feeling tells me? It tells me that you're the ones who are going to have to save us. It's a bad deal, but there it is."

I've seen already the corruption festering in the Senate. Everyone concerned for their own planets, and there own people, whick is only natural. But it's splintering us already, and it's only been a few days. The fact is, the Republic needs you, just as the Old Republic needed the Jedi of the past."

He shook his head. "I don't envy any of you, you're position. But that's the way things are. I'll be here for a few more hours. Master Duu'Raan was gracious enough to have quarters readied for me. May the Force be with you."

With that, he left.

 

[Angelus]

Alic and Colian

Alic looked through the main window at the jungle below him. He had not expected the clearance to land but when it came he felt instant relief. He looked over at his master with a smile as he guided his ship down towards the space port. As soon as he came into land he felt a sense of peace and belonging. He had been away from this place for what he knew was far too long but he had done what he wanted to do. He had become what he wanted the most, he had become what was trusted most in this galaxy- he had become a Jedi.

As soon as the ship touched down on the landing pad he shut down the power and slowly got up out of his control chair. He waited until Colian had moved out of the cockpit before he followed his master. As he walked out of the cockpit Alic felt the twin objects bump against his right leg and let that hand full down to touch them.

When he touched the twin lightsaber handles he closed his eyes and remembered everything that he had gone through to get his new lightsaber- everything that he had gone through to become what he now was. As soon as he opened his eyes again Alic saw Coliean standing there looking at him with a somewhat concerned look on his face.

"What is the matter master- why do you make that face?"

"It is because I know that you are going to use your powers soon Alic and the main concern that I have is that you might accidently fall into your dark side powers during a battle. I hate to see that happening to you."

Alic was aghast and he looked at his master with wide eyes.
"I will not let that happen master. I have fought too hard and long to become a Jedi again and I will not ruin that by falling back into my old ways. You must trust me master- I am a Jedi now and will always be one."

Colian let out a sigh, "I know that Alic but you can not fault me for worrying. There is one thing that I must tell you though. You can stop calling me master. You are now far more powerful than I am- I can sense that."

"I will always call you Master. It is my mark of respect."

Colian smiled but did not say a word as he turned around and walked towards the entrance to the ship then lowered the ramp. Alic followed him slowly then walked outside into the air of Yavin IV- feeling instantly at peace.

 

[Angelus]

Alic

As he walked away from his ship Alic noticed all the activity that was going on around him and wondered what was going on. He realized now that he shouldn't have left- should never have taken Colian away from this Jedi order but he knew that ultimately it was the best thing that he had done. He knew that he had to become a jedi in order to help all the people of the order.

He slowly walked towards the temple and hoped that his quarters were still empty so that he could put his belongings there. Alic entered the main area of the temple and walked straing towards the living area, passing students and knights as he did.

As he walked to his quarters he felt more at home than he ever had- this is where he belonged. As soon as he came to his quarters he pushed his code and smiled as soon as the door opened. He walked into his quarters and put his belongings down onto his bed then turned around and walked straight out.

He walked through the corridors and went straight to the training room- there was something he wanted to do.

 

[Paendragon]

Darth Moridin

The Executor II dropped out of hyperspace with a shudder, bringing a frown to the face of the Sith Lord on the bridge. Reapir crews were working overtime to repair the damage inflicted on the remains of the fleet, but the fact remained, that they were lucky to have escaped with all of the Destroyer-class ships at all. As it was, the Pellaeon would be out of commission for nearly a month, and the Thrawn for a few days. Leaving him alone to make the Endor run to the titanium mine on the third moon and refinery on the fourth moon. He had been meaning to come out here anyway, with the reports of attacks on the refinery by bands of furry creatures with some oddly advanced weaponry. But not like this.

Half of the weaponry on the Super Star Destroyer was offline, and more than two thirds of the fighter contingent. He had had to comandeer what remained of the Pellaeon's just to bring the fighter bays up to enough capacity to mount a decent defense of his flagship.

Even so, if they were attacked...

He shook his head, anger welling up inside of him. The bridge was silent. The crew no doubt knowing his moods after his display on the late Captain. Something he would have to guard against in the future. It was alright for Vader to have killed anyone on a whim, but he did not have anywhere near the personnel resources the old Empire did. Not yet, anyway.

"My Lord," the new Captain said.

"Yes?"

"We're are in orbit arounf the forest moon, My Lord."

"Prepare my shuttle," Moridin growled. "I'm going down to the surface."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Keila Droven

"Keila! Get on the Ship!" Master jedi Dragnor yelled at her as she stood there, saber lit and readied. She was small, too tiny to face the Sith, but she was determined.
"I won't leave you!" She let her temper speak out, to disobey him would get her into trouble yet again.
"It's you he wants!" He parried the blows despite his many wounds, holding back the Sith. He knew something was wrong when he had agreed to bring Keila here to train. He should have stayed on Yavin, but it was too late now. All he could do was get the girl safely out of here and fulfill his destiny.
She eyed the X-wing and then her Master, torn between fight and flight. She was nothing more than a scrap of a girl, and Dragnor was falling. She watched a few seconds more with horror as the Sith again sliced through Dragnor's skin before she turned and ran for the X-wing....

She awoke with a start, her heart hammering and the distaste of cowardice on her mind. She growled a little, sitting upright on the forest floor. She had been napping in the open?

"I must be mad.." Gathering her pouch of herbs, she shook off some ivy vines and other clinging things. Her little furry friends would be looking for her soon enough, she had heard about the small confrontation between them and some soldiers. Their medicine man was gifted, but he could not heal as quickly as she did... They did not get along her and the old grey one. They communicated with halting sign language and more often than not she felt she was saying something wrong, but she managed to stand her ground. They were friendly for the most part, but distrustful since the Empire started snooping around.

"Leeches!" She cursed as she stumbled over some roots. They would rob this lovely planet of all it's resources before they left it alone. Halting in her steps, she glanced up into the glowing sky. A sinking feeling came into her stomach, trouble was coming yet again.

Maybe it was cowardly of her, or the need to survive, either case she took off running back into the thicker forest and the safety of her hidden hut. She'd stay out of sight until the Ewok's came for her, if they bothered to summon her at all this night?

She entered her tiny hut and began to peel off the layers of robes and scarfs she wore. Hanging each piece up as she went, it took a good five minutes before she was uncovered. Her tunic was a dark green and her breeches a tanned brown, it aided her in blending into the back ground. Her head was finally uncovered, and taking a deep breath of air, she went to work grinding up the herbs at her work bench. Her eyes for a brief moment looked up and into the foilage beyond her hiding place. The X-wing was still there, now heavily covered in plant life, but she could still see how shiney it looked the day she fled.

She missed her Jedi Master, he was the closest thing she ever had to a role model.. even a father figure. Shaking it off, she grit her teeth and ground the mixture harder.

She had a new life, a hidden life. The past did her no good to mull over, she had to learn that eventually. Put aside all she had learned and accept her reclusive life. It was boring, but with no outside contact, it was all she knew.

 

[Paendragon]

Tynan

After Solo left, the Council broke apart. Master Fran'tok and Master Duu'Raan went aside to speak, and Tynan stepped toward Raine.

Solo's words rang true in a sense, and raised some old doubts about what they had accomplished. The order was still far too small, and had too little influence over the galaxy. And the Jedi they had were still splintered.

"I feel lost, old friend," he said, confiding in his closest friend among the Jedi. "So much has gone wrong..."

He shook his head, clearing it. "No matter..."

He pulled out his comm, and asked the voice on the other end to have Diora Barren and her Padawan sent to the Council chamber. It wasn't like him to send for someone, usually, he went to find them out of respect, but he suddenly felt as if time was against them.

Speaking of time, he looked up at Raine. "Where will you go, now?"

He wasn't sure how he knew she'd be leaving, but the words came out of his mouth, nearly unbidden.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Raine

Solo's words had struck deep, as I guess he'd intended them to, but I sensed little real anger in him. He knew what the New Republic needed, and he'd do what was needed to ensure that it was achieved, if at all possible.
But I stood by my words. The Jedi would help, but we had to choose to do so, not the COuncil, but each individual Jedi, or else the Council, and any possible unity we acquired, was only a falsehood, a worthless front that would fall apart at the first sign of stress. Any rebellion among the ranks would only spread, creating a lack of faith in the Council and ultimately, the end of the Jedi Order, possibly forever. We could not allow that to happen, but I knew nothing that could stop it.
When he left, I debated stopping him, but what would I say, but repeat myself. He knew the score, that's why he was who he was to the New republic. Time would tell how things would end up, and time alone.
"I feel lost, old friend," Tynan said. "So much has gone wrong..."
His words did not fall on unrelating ears. He requested the presence of Diora and her padawan through the comm unit, then turned his attention back to me.
"Where will you go now?" He asked.
I shook my head.
I thought I was holding them all out, and maybe I was for the most part, but Tynan and Marius had both managed to see into me, at times at least.
Something was pulling at me, but was I ready to find it?
"I don't know, yet," I returned. "For now, it might be best that I stay here, with the Council, but then, what is the Council to do, with no jedi to instruct?"
I thought for a moment. "Perhaps we should go as well, to find the lost Jedi? And it might be best to request Master Fran'tok do the same. Solo was right about several things. It will most likely be us who needs to save the galaxy, I doubt there was any question of that, and we must do it fast, but more than that: what he said about Master Skywalker...what he thought about the great Master. What would he think of the Order today, just a short decade after his death?"
I shook my head, knowing that perhaps I shouldn't mention such things to Tynan, being as his master had meant so much to him.
To us all...
"It was his spirit that led us, even Colme..." I hesitted, feeling uncomfortable talking about Harringer, even to Tynan. "We need to feel his spirit again, and I know where we might find that, at least for those young ones who still know Luke as more of a myth than man. The question is: where has Fusion gone?"

 

[Paendragon]

Re: Raine

"I don't know, yet. For now, it might be best that I stay here, with the Council, but then, what is the Council to do, with no jedi to instruct? Perhaps we should go as well, to find the lost Jedi? And it might be best to request Master Fran'tok do the same. Solo was right about several things. It will most likely be us who needs to save the galaxy, I doubt there was any question of that, and we must do it fast, but more than that: what he said about Master Skywalker...what he thought about the great Master. What would he think of the Order today, just a short decade after his death?"

She shook her head, sorrow evident on her face, for a fleeting moment, before being covered quickly by the mask of control.

"It was his spirit that led us, even Colme..." She hesitated a moment before continuing. "We need to feel his spirit again, and I know where we might find that, at least for those young ones who still know Luke as more of a myth than man. The question is: where has Fusion gone?"

Tynan studied his friend for a long moment.

"I'd thought about going out on the search as well. Thought long and hard about it. But my instincts tell me I'm needed here. Or will be before this trial is done."

He looked around the chamber, at the other Masters. "The fact is, we're correct. The Jedi are far too few for what's coming. And we should send out more teams to search. But how many? How many before we deplete ourselves to the point where we do more harm then good?"

He looked back at her. "Perhaps a standing request, for Jedi to follow leads where they may, but not at the cost of whatever mission they may be on, if it's deemed important. Perhaps we can even set up a comm to Diora, so they may pass on whatever leads they may find to her? And hopefully, one of those leads will find Fusion willing to rejoin us here." Again, Tynan thought about going out there himself. He could be the most qualified for this type of hunt, after all... and they did need someone like Fusion on Yavin...

He burried the thoughts. His place was here, for now.

Solo's words on Master Skywalker had hit home for him, too. What would he think of the Jedi Order today? "As for Master Skywalker, we have time yet to honor the memory of our teacher, by turning the Jedi Order into the type of legacy he had in mind." He smiled, confident. "And we will succeed in that, my friend. I believe his spirit is still here..." he looked around again, as if searching for it in the stone surrounding them. "I can feel him sometimes, Raine. I swear it. Perhaps he will come to us someday, when the Order is worthy of it."

 

[Paendragon]

Dev Daymon

He banked the X-Wing into a tight roll, and dove hard into the atmosphere. The TIEs were still hard on his tail.

He wasn't sure if his message to the New Republic, and Yavin, had gotten out, or if his communication had been jammed. But either way, he wasn't sure if he was going to live to see the end result.

He was losing power quickly, and already had lost the use of his weapons.

He hadn't expected to find any Imperials when he had dropped out of hyperspace, let alone a Super Star Destroyer. Especially one with an obvious Sith feel to it. There was definitely one, or more, of the enemy on board.

Endor was one of the planets they had lost contact with some years back. But with the Sith uprising, and the galactic strife, the planet had not been visited in some time. It had no real strategic value except for it's resources. But even those did not warrant the vigilance necessary to defend a base that would have been placed here.

Evidently the Sith did not feel the same.

Of the six ships that had surprised him, three remained. But that was three too many for a ship without weapons.

Another explosion rocked his vessel, and he lost aft shields.

"Blast," he muttered, and turned the ships nose toward the surface.

Thee tops loomed larger in the cockpit, some of the higher branches getting a bit too close for comfort. Still, he had little choice.

He swopped beteen two trees, and pulled up hard on the stick, just before he slammed into a thick trunk. He swerved now, dodging what he could, aimed the ship toward a large lake and hit the eject for his R-4 unit, right before hitting his own.

The air hit him, buffeting him. His clung to the harness as the repulser kicked in, and heard the ship hit the water, followed by the TIE's swooping low over the lake.

Then, the repulser gave out, while he was still spinning through the air. He saw ground, tree, sky, water in quick succession, as he spun, and reached out to the Force to cushon his fall. It was mostly too late. He hit a tree... having just managed to slow himself to avoid breaking his neck. Still the force he hit with was more than enough to make him lose consciousness.

 

[Orlanth]

Jedi Master D'Rack Fran'tok

"Master Duu'Raan, I wish to discus something. I do not feel it is time for me to return to the council. I sense alot of worry about me being here." D'Rack looked around. "All these people, Jedi, yes, but I don't feel that they would accept me back on the council"

D'Rack didn't feel all to comfertable being back with the Yavin order, but it had to be done. The Jedi need to unit as one force to turn the tide f the up coming war.

But, is it too late?

 

[Paendragon]

Master Duu'Raan

Duu'Raan shook his sepentine head. "I'm afraid me mussst begin to think of what isss best for the Jedi, now, Massster Fran'tok."

He looked around the room, his tongue sliding out of his mouth the taste the air.

"It'sss true, that it might be difficult to accept that you are to come back, and take an immediate place on the Jedi Councssil. But we musssst think of all of the Jedi in this, not jussst thossse on Yavin."

He looked at Master Frantok, again. "Assss difficult assss it will be to bring the two orderss together... I think it will be imposssssible to do ssso without you on the Councssil. Those that went to Corussscant with you, followed you there, and I believe the only way they will follow you back iss if you are here in a posssition of authority. Otherwisse, ssome may believe you have given up on them. And divisssion iss not what we need, any longer."

He nodded. "Yessssss... it iss imperative that you not only take command of our ships in orbit, but take your place on the Councsssil, here."

 

[Orlanth]

Jedi Master D'Rack Fran'tok

The old master spoke sense ands truth. "Yes, I see the truth in that. When we are finished here, I will make contact with my Padawn on oruscant." D'Rack breathed deeply.

"I may need to go back and explain in person of what has taken place, and what may take place if the Jedi stay split in two." D'Rack bowed to Master Duu'Raan.

"As always speaking with you makes the path lof what we must do lighter." with a smile D'Rack continued. "Today we have started the long step to reuniting the Orders."

D'Rack looked over at Sara who had lost herself in looking out of the window at the forests at Yavin. "This place is byy far diffrent from Coruscant, that's why it is so beatufil. Sara will love this place, her new home."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Keila Droven

She worked slowly, methodically over her powders for another hour before hunger set in. Gathering what things she would need to gather, she wrapped herself in robes and hood yet again.

That is when she noticed the silence. It had not been silent in days and nights with the Ewok's celebrations of weddings.. Or what she thought were weddings? They resembled much of the human ceremonies.. But now the drums lay silent? The flutes did not play, but it wasn't that which worried her, it was the over-all silence of the meadow.

She stopped a moment and studied the area, her senses. There was no danger prickling at her, so what was it? Brushing it off, she moved through the woods, searching for some berries and eggs. The diet here left much to be desired, but a few wild animals now and then ventured into her traps and provided meat. Breakfast would be better right about now, so she searched a few nests and burrows, gathering.

Her mind was inactive for once, something she found relief in. She actually smiled and stopped to pluck a flower when she heard the dialect of the Ewoks and a loud clanging noise. Setting down her basket, she moved through the brush searching.

"What are they beating on?" It sounded metal, not a common sound out here, for she knew these woods well. Sliding down an embankment, she rounded some thistle trees and stopped. Three Ewoks surrounded an R unit, hitting it with sticks.

"Stop that!" She moved in and pulled off her hood, shock at seeing one of these here.. She knealt down to grab their sticks and shook her head no at them. Rising, she quickly glanced around the immediate area.

One big male began to sign, "Trouble." And pointed to the R unit. She signed back, "Friendly unit." And moved around him. There was another group down by the lake shore, they too seemed to find fascination with something out of her sight.

"Republic." She signed and centered her mind on the Ewoks. No good.. They did not understand all her words and would not easily be swayed to listen or do her bidding. Now how did it get here? Was it damaged? Did she dare go and see what else remained? And everything inside her was shouting Jedi. A shiver passed over her and the desire to run as well, but that was not what they were taught.

She walked slowly over fallen limb and rock to reach the shore, the group surrounding the person on the ground.

"He has broken his arm." One said to the others. They had obviously found him awhile ago because he was resting on a carrier. Who was He exactly and what was he doing here on Endor?

"Dutha will not heal him." One said

"Leave it here!" Two or three chanted. They did not like strangers, but they had taken alot of beatings over the years.

"Jedi." They seemed to know him by the clothes he wore and yes he carried a light saber on his side. He is what she was meant to be, and she could not just leave him to the Ewok or elements.

"Bring him to my hut." She asked "I will see he is healed and sent home." She did not see wreckage anywhere? Where was his ship? Her X-wing needed fuel cells but.. This was a complication she didn't want nor need. She.. was being selfish!

She scolded herself and insisted until the hunting party gave in and carted him towards her hut.

"Careful." They easily lifted the stretcher and started towards the R unit. She went back to the R unit and checked it out, it seemed to be in working order but not responding? Possibly because it did not recognize anyone around it?

"Bring that too." She couldn't afford for it to be found and someone come looking. Trouble was in the area and the Sith Lord as well, they likely knew where this Jedi had gone down and would be looking.. Which meant, she had to get him out of here before they came looking.

 

[Paendragon]

Duu'Raan

Master Duu'Raan bowed in response, and nodded his head. "Whatever you feel iss besst, of coursse, Massster Fran'tok, should be done in regard to the Corusssscant Jedi. I will bow to your judgement, asss will all the Master'sssss, I'm sure."

 

[Paendragon]

Dev Daymon

He opened his eyes and saw what appeared to be a wooden roof. He looked around. A hut? There was a woman there, with her back to him. He tried to sit up, and gasped in pain.

"Blast!" He swore, gripping his left arm, and a stabbing pain, like fire, shot up into his shoulder. The young woman spun around, eyeing him.

He called on a Jedi technique to reduce the pain to manageable levels, and sat back.

He didn't think he was in danger - judging from the balms, ointments, and vials stacked around the hut, she was a healer of some sort - but he still kept a Force grip around his lighsaber, and kept his right hand free, in case he needed to escape. But he would do nothing to provoke her.

Time to practice those diplomacy skills...

"My name is Dev. Dev Daymon, Jedi Knight. I mean you no harm."

He looked around the hut again, and saw his R4 units standing motionless against the wall, which meant the little droid had gone into security shutdown. No matter, he could reactivate it soon enough.

He looked back at the woman, and noticed, for the first time, some bandages, and salves in her hand. He then looked down and found some dressings wrapped around various body parts. He hadn't even noticed them.

No pain?

It made him suspicious as to whether there were even any injuries under the bandages at all. He delved them with the Force and found . . . something. No injuries, per se. But, well, old injuries. As if they happened weeks ago. But judgeing by his arm, that was not possible. Which meant only one of two probabble truths. He had been unconscious for weeks, and had just reinjured his arm, somehow . . . or she had healed the wounds, and was just now going to deal with the arm. But how? How had she done it?

He shook his head, and smiled at her. First things first.

"Where am I?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Keila Droven

He was awake, she knew this before she ever turned around. His feelings were easily discernable. As they should be considering the little accident he just had.

Healing him had been quiet, quick and easy up until he started gaining consciousness. Now it would be a bit more troublesome. She turned and eyed him a moment, judging carefully what she wished to say or not say.

"I am aware you are Jedi, but the name is most helpful. Thank you." She felt the strain on herself with healing, having saved the major wound for last, knowing it would make her weak.

"I am.. Keila. Keila Droven. And you are on Endor in my home. Do not move much, it will make healing your arm all the more difficult the more damage you do to it." She moved forward, handing him an inky drink, "Drink this, it will calm you and dull some of the pain.... Or use the Force. Just lie still." She set the cup down and moved back to her chair at his bedside.. her bedside really, but it was much better than the dirt outside.

"You are lucky to be alive with the Sith lord hovering over head. And lucky as well they did not return for you.. well as of yet." She placed her hands on his arm, lightly touching, probing. Her mind visualizing the wound as she worked.

"It's only a mind over matter, Keila." Her master's words came forth in her mind, she always seemed to 'hear' him when she was in doubt. Slowly she began to use whatever it was inside her to draw together bone and marrow, sinew and nerve.

 

[Paendragon]

His eyes widened slightly as he felt the flesh start to knit together. The Force! He could feel it . . . her drawing on it, to heal him.

He didn't recognise the name, but she had obviously been trained. Either that, or she was a remarkable talent. He winced slightly, and refocused his efforts on dulling the pain. he would not drink anything. It just wouldn't make tactical sense. he knew nothing about her.

"Thank you," he whispered, as she worked on him.

He studied her. Her face was setwith a look of concentration. Her eyes were unfocused, so that she seemed to be looking into his arm, instead of at it.

For anyone who had not been arounf a Jedi healer, it would be incredibly disconcerting. He did notice, however, how skilled she was. Already more than most Jedi he knew, and anyone her age with the possible exception of Tynan's apprentice. But young Luke had been trained the past nine years by the finest jedi healers at the Temple. She had been here . . . for how long?

"Who was you Master,Keila? How did you come to be here?"

He would get to the Sith soon enough. But not too soon. He had felt his strength, and knew he could not match the Dark Lord. Escape was the only answer.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Keila

She startled a little, his question coming. She could not say unexpectedly, but she had hoped he would not mention this nor ask.

"You arm is as good as new.. For the most part. It will still hurt a little, but useable. Take it easy with the arm for a few hours, then you should be fine." She rose from the chair and moved far as she could away from him, setting about cleaning up the mess in her 'kitchen'.

If one but looked around closely, they would see little technology of any kind. Not even a servant like his R4 unit. No glider, nothing but her saber, which was hidden in her robes. Simple uncomplicated life and lately it was getting much more so than she liked. Now a Jedi was here on her planet, in her home and wanting answers she did not want to give.

"You should see to the R unit to communicate with whomever, which ever council you need to rescue you." She glanced at him briefly and seen the look, stubborness almost? He wanted an answer, or he'd find out on his own.

"The past does not matter any longer Jedi, only survival now." She moved, shedding her layers of robes and drawing down her make-shift blinds. She had a bad feeling eating away at her, one she did not like. Too much was happening now, but why? And why was this Sith lord back here?

 

[Paendragon]

Dev Daymon

He flexed the arm, and nodded approvingly.

"I thank you, Keira."

He swung his feet off the cot, and stood.

"I won't be contacting anyone just yet, though. I can't risk having my signal traced."

He walked over to the R4 unit, and lifted a small console, pressing his thumb to it, and whispering a code word.

The droid beeped to life. Dev patted its dome, and turned toward the woman. "The past always matters, Padawan." He was sure that was what she had been. her skills were impressive, but unrefined. She would be one of the best healers in the order if her training were continued.

"I can remember Master Skywalker telling my training group when I was a child, that he who ignores their past is doomed to repeat the tragedies they've lived through."

He looked at her back. "Without the past, there is no future."

He smiled. "But I will be patient. We will be spending quite some time together, I believe. Tell me, do you still have your lightsaber?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Keila

"The past can only be repeated if you allow yourself to be surrounded by others who might recreate the situation." She twisted his words with her own logic and smiled faintly. He had a point, and so did she.

"Yes, I still carry my saber with me, but I have little use for it except to cut with now and then. Couldn't hit a garden slug otherwise. As for time together?" She turned to study him. She could not be rude and send him out into the wilds, but a companion of any kind around? Another Jedi Master? It did not bode well.

"Perhaps you can refuel the X-wing some how and leave undetected?" She put away her herbs and started brewing up a wild bulb stew.

 

[Paendragon]

Dev Daymon

He smiled ruefully. "I'm afraid my X-Wing is at the bottom of that rather larger lake you no doubt found me near."

He flexed his arm, and walked a slow circut around the room, studying the contents. From the looks of the vials, she knew the forest well. And she also knew her craft.

Still, she didn't trust her skills in the Force. That was evident from her dependency on the herbal remedies. Although he supposed it was true that for certain minor injuries, using the Force to heal them completely could be seen as wasteful... especially if you're looking after a large population.

"No... the only way off this planet would be to commandeer a ship, I'm afraid. A shuttle, or long range TIE, most likely."

He turned toward her.

"Keira, I won't force you to tell me your past, or ask you to come with me back to the Academy. But I will tell you this. The Jedi are in dire need of new blood. The Sith resurgency has cost too many Jedi their lives already, and our numbers are dwindling. Your addition to the rolls would be valuable to us. All I ask is that you think on it."

He drew a deep breath, then continued.

"As for your lightsaber, carry it with you. I've felt the strength of this Sith, and can tell you he is stronger than I. If he comes for us, then only together can we stand a chance."

He cocked his head to the side, slightly. "When was the last time you had any combat training?"

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Raine

Still feel him?
Rarely did I feel someone's presence, or perhaps I was so used to feeling them that I hardly noticed. The most the Force kept me informed of were basics. Now and then, I could tell when someone I knew well was nearby, or when someone entered the room, but these days, even those basic feelings were being lost somewhere.
"The master would never truly leave us, not when he knows we still need him," I replied, but the words felt empty, as though more had left than just him. It seemed the spirit of the Jedi was missing. i had never really been close to Skywalker, but I knew what he meant on some small level. When Skywalker left us, things changed immediately, and the Jedi weren't what they had once been, not only because we were one shy, but because that one had meant so much.
I only hoped others sensed him here the way Tynan said he did.
"I also think the idea of an open request is a good one. Whatever we can do to get the renegades back will be of use. The question is this: Will Yavin and Coruscant still be there when they arrive? We may wish to set up a new base of operations, before we find out the Dracuurians know all too well where we are. What are your thoughts on this?"

 

[Paendragon]

Tynan

He nodded thoughtfully. "A new base couldn't hurt. But where? Further into the core? It would be easier to defend in some ways, but there are also the hyperdrive routes to think about. More have been mapped coreward than any other areas of the galaxy. And I'll not wager that the Dracuurians won't have captured a map of the hyperspace routes by now."

He rubbed his chin, absently, lost in thought.

"The outer rim territories have different problems. Much higher quantity of rogue elements... any of which would sell us to the highest bidder at the first chance. We could find some refuge in Republic space..."

He winced slightly. "But that has problems of it's own. We just told the Republic that we weren't ready to commit to the war. Not many would welcome such an obvious target as the Jedi inside their borders, without our active assistance in the fight."

He didn't have to explain what he meant by active assistance to Raine, he knew. What would be required by many in exchange for sanctuary would be exactly what Solo had asked for, and no less. He shook his head.

"I'm afraid most of my travels have taken me to the less reputable sections of the galaxy... none of which would be suitable for our purposes."

He looked at her, hopefully. "Any ideas?"

 

[Paendragon]

Darth Moridin

Jedi

He had felt the fool when he entered the system, but now he was masking himself from the Sith Lord.

No matter, Jedi. I will have your head on the bridge of the Executor soon enough.

"You will not escape me..." he growled.

"M-my Lord?" The questioning tone was from one of the pilots of the shuttle.

The fool had thought he had been speaking to him. Moridin didn't bother to speak... his eyes enough to make the man blanch.

The forest canopy opened up before the shuttle, bringing the refinery into sight. It wasn't the most impressive of sights, most of the equipment being outdated and worn from use. But it wouldn't have to last much longer.

The shuttle glided in low for a landing, and touched down gently on the landing pad. The ramp lowered, and Moridin left the shuttle, his hood pulled up over his head, his face hidden deep in the depths of the cloak.

There was a squad of Stormtroopers to welcome him, and Commander Tarlin, a weasily-looking man who was not much use to anyone except for his skill at administrating outposts like this.

The man could barely keep the fear off his face... and couldn't possibly keep it from resonating in the Force. Darth Moridin savored it's taste.

Commander Tarlin dropped to one knee. "My Lord, welcome back to..."

"You may dispense with the pleasantries, Commander. The Executor is in orbit, and is in need of some of your resources. A list of which was transmitted at our arrival."

Tarlin turned even paler, if that were possible, and stayed on his knee. "My Lord..." he licked his lips, "...my Lord, the list you requested... ordered is a large one..."

"Is that a problem, Commander?"

Tarling opened his mouth, no doubt to say that it was, indeed, a problem, but thought better of it. "No My Lord. We will double our efforts."

"Excellent, Commander."

Moridin waved the man to his feet, and strode purposefully toward the refinery, leaving Commander Tarlin to scurry after him.

"One more thing, Commander. There is a Jedi on this moon."

"A Jedi?" The commander glanced into the forest, no doubt expecting the Jedi to march into the open, lightsaber blazing. "Are you certain..." He cut off at a glance from Moridin. Doubting a Sith Lord was no way to live a long life, and the Commander no doubt knew it.

"Increase the guard, and your patrols of the forest. There will be stormtroopers from the Executor arriving shortly. Integrate them into your forces. I want that Jedi found."

"As you wish, My Lord."

Yes, Jedi.... you will be mine...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Keila

"Keira, I won't force you to tell me your past, or ask you to come with me back to the Academy. But I will tell you this. The Jedi are in dire need of new blood. The Sith resurgency has cost too many Jedi their lives already, and our numbers are dwindling. Your addition to the rolls would be valuable to us. All I ask is that you think on it." Dev seemed a little distraught?

"I was under the impression the Jedi council was no more?" She said very little, this was, for the most part, her first conversation in a long while with another human being. "Seperations due to different views?" She had heard some news here and there, but never enough to make her want to rejoin. And in truth, what use would she really be? She hadn't trained since she was a small child.

"Combat?" She chuckled and shook her head, "It's be so long, not even I can recall when the last time was I ....." She halted, she did remember the last time she raised her light saber and how little use it did to weild it. Her hands shook a little as she fought down the urge to vent that anger once again. Calmly, she relaxed and turned to face Dev.

"I haven't trained in quite some time Dev. And I will think over rejoining." But would she? She was torn between knowing what was right and what needed to be done and a hopeless cause.