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As Aidan's shuttle cruised down through Nar Shaddaa's atmosphere, he marveled at the idea that mere months ago, this moon was infested with all kinds of criminal elements thanks to the influence of Nal Hutta and the Hutt Cartels. The Empire had changed so many things for the better here, and had suffered blow after blow. Now, he was one of the last few bastions of hope, holding the front lines against all manner of enemies that would seek to see them extinguished. They were still without their Empress, but that was only a matter of time. Aidan wanted to help with that operation, but he knew his talents were needed elsewhere.

After a few more minutes, the shuttle touched down lightly on the landing pad, and Aidan briefly felt Sandy's presence nearby. It was a small comfort, knowing she'd managed to survive her encounter with the Mandalorians. Later they would have time to catch up, but for now Aidan had a singular mission on his mind. One purpose that he needed to fulfill, something that would define his future in the Imperial Knights, and perhaps even in the Jedi.

It didn't take long for him to get back to his room, having procured a small handheld scanner on the way from one of the supply points. First, he scanned the Sith lightsabers, displaying an expanded holoprojection look inside the devices. Then...he activated his father's holocron. Aryian's ghostly image materialized in front of him, greeting Aidan with a warm smile as the holocron recognized a prior user.

"Hey, kiddo. What would you like to learn today?"

"Hey, dad. I need to see any stored schematics you might have on lightsabers."

As requested, Aryian raised his arms, flooding the room with projections of schematics for various types of designs, as well as textual articles detailing how to build one. As Aidan began studying, Aryian's image spoke to him once more.

"You sure you're ready for this?"

"Positive."

Aidan barely noticed when Aryian's image faded with a slight grin and a nod, leaving Aidan to peruse the information in peace. It was all the image was programmed for, but Aryian had the foresight to understand that his son would eventually be ready for the larger lessons a Force practitioner needed to learn. Meanwhile, Aidan began to take lengthy notes on a datapad, understanding he'd need several materials to even begin the process. 

This would not be an easy task. Aidan didn't expect it to be.

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“Brother we have lost so many in so short a time.” Sandy let her green eyes drift up the carbon scoring that had scoured the side of the majestic Galactic Alliance frigate. Marks of a bitter and inevitable fight. Sandy remembered it from her childhood in Gala, the brutal realities of seeing Rebel ships dropping from orbit in streaks of emerald fire. The hypergolic fuels of hyperdrives igniting in the thin atmosphere of that old Rebel territory. That territory whose accent still plagued every sentence Sandy Sarna spoke.

“Onderon, Coruscant, and the Imperials at Kuat.”

It had been Armageddon for the forces of good. Perfect justice for the narcissism and arrogance that had let them lower their guard and allow the GA to become so weak. She could feel the touch of Aiden’s mind in the force and it forced a smile to spread across her pale face. She softly prodded back in the force to see if he was ok but left it at that. She had grown up, and she was determined to not be a fool in front of him again.

She took the extended sabre and admired its craftsmanship. It was well made. “You have done well Kel.” The blade snapped to life, drawing stares from several technicians maintaining a TIE defender with red striping on one of its damaged solar panels. “It is a good blade.” Her smile widened as she deactivated it and handed it back to him. “I am very proud of you Kel.” Though when she spoke his name she winced at the pain in her chest from the still healing blaster wound. She could feel her commlink buzzing in her pocket but she ignored it for now. 

“So what do you know of healing Kel? Shall we meditate together and you demonstrate what we have learned so many months ago?”

((Begin the process of meditation and stitching Sandy’s wound back together. Go into detail and also the struggle you face by the dark presence of Fear and Anger that has filled the planet.))

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Kel placed his lightsaber back on his belt after his master returned it. At her request, Kel began the process of healing her injury. The two of them sat down and Kel placed his hand barely an inch above the her pale skin shortly before they began meditating. Through the force he could sense a plethora of negative emotions. fear, anger, grief, sadness, confusion, and pain both physical and mental all rolling in waves from the soldiers, refugees, and even the civilians nearby. the darkness was palpable and clouded his senses. His one saving grace was the beacon of serenity, joy, and tenacity that was his master. With her as an example, Kel cleared out the darkness fogging his mind and felt only the force. with his clarity restored, Kel began healing Master Sandy.  

Kel began healing his master on the cellular level. He bolstered her blood cells to reproduce the blood she had lost and to fight off any signs of infection during the healing process. the next step was coordinating her muscle and skin cells to accelerate the repair of damaged tissue. the process took roughly 20 minutes, but by the end of it he felt that the wound had closed. Kel removed the bandages to inspect his handiwork and was pleased to see that the burn and scorch marks from the blaster injury and her self cauterization had faded without a trace. 

"That should do it. Although you still need food, water, and bedrest to finish your recovery. I know how you are master. Please try to not over exert yourself. it does no one any favors if you pass out from exhaustion."

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A full holomessage came through to the Ara-Lai for Sandy from Grandmaster Alluyen. Just in case, a voice only version was sent to her comms.

"Knight Sarna, I am very proud of your work on Chandrila, but your work is not yet complete. I truly hate to place this weight upon your shoulders, but the Jedi Order needs you once more. We have located a substantial Black Sun fleet protecting the station holding Empress Zinthos. I am therefore forced to summon the entirety of Jedi forces so that we, along with our allies, may be able to take this opportunity to rescue the Empress, crush our nemesis, and deny the Sith some of their allies. I need you to gather whatever Imperial allies you can and come to these coordinates as soon as you can. We can't risk the fleet departing or them finally tiring of the Empress and executing her."

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It took a couple hours of negotiating with supply officers and a trip to the local markets, but Aidan finally had all the supplies he needed. He was single-minded in succeeding in his task, which was why he didn't feel it when Sandy decided to mentally poke him back. Now he was back in his room, door locked, various parts and cybernetics arrayed before him. For a while, he fiddled with the parts, disassembling things into what he needed, slightly afraid to delve into the Force to create a tool that required absolute precision. The entire time he felt a soft pressure in the back of his head, though, and finally he relented, knowing what was required.

Aidan closed his eyes, allowing his mind to relax and his fears to fall away. After all, the Force was not a tool to be controlled, as the Sith saw it, but an ally to be worked with. He felt his senses expand as the Force came to him, softly guiding him and making destiny manifest. Slowly, Aidan reached out, picking out each part through intuition rather than based on hard memorized knowledge. The Force was his ally, it would not lead him astray. He was a focus, a channel that the Force flowed through, both an instrument guided by and himself guiding the energies that connected every particle in the galaxy. From the smallest atom to the largest celestial objects, Aidan was at one with the universe.

Eyes still closed, the parts began to levitate around him, slowly combining to form something greater than the sum of its parts. This was an extension of him, not simply another weapon. The handle was from an old relay assembly, the circuitry borrowed from an outdated computing station. The focusing lenses were spare parts from probe droid long range cameras. The power cells and the focusing crystals he'd had to buy, the cells meant for long-term heavy-duty use, and the crystals he'd sourced from a smuggler who had an illegal supply of kyber crystals. It took several mind tricks to find them, but the results would be well worth it. The crystals resonated at Aidan's touch through the Force, softly glowing silver as they slowly rose to nestle themselves in the assembly.

After some time, Aidan heard a soft click as the final parts sealed themselves together, and he knew he was done. The result was simple but effective, little more than a two foot long metal cylinder with activation studs and emitters on both ends. He reached out, taking the weapon, and after a moment of hesitation activated one side, then the other. Goose bumps shot up his spine as brilliant silver blades illuminated his room, highlighting his success. The crystals sang through the Force, intertwined with his presence. This was not just another lightsaber, it was his lightsaber.

Finally, he reached back out to Sandy, excited at his success. He still wasn't skilled enough with the Force to send coherent messages, but it was clear that he wanted to see her again. Little did he know she would probably have another assignment for him when the time came. Leaving his room, he walked the building, trying to find her.

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Sandy let a laugh break through her calm demeanor, turning it into a giggle as she pulled the edge of the tunic back over her bandage.

“Bed Rest Kel? In this current galaxy?”

She stuck her tongue out defiantly and picked up her comm link.

“You did very well Kel, you have learned so much so quickly. I’d say we were close to your trials in the next few months if you felt that you were ready-”

Her eyes narrowed as her voice trailed off insto stark silence. With a swipe of her finger on the comm holo display, she sent the audio translation over to Kel’s link.

“As I was saying, we are off to war yet again. This time to rescue an Empress.”

She stood, swayed, then steadied herself against the bulkhead of the Galactic Alliance frigate they were beside and wished the flush that came to her face from the embarrassment of almost passing out would go away quickly as the mind of Aidan prodded her again. She let her eyelids flutter closed and concentrated on her response. The force wasn’t a comm link, no matter how many people portrayed it that way in holofilms. So she did her best to convey the bridge of the Ara-Lai. First showing the bulking size of the star cruiser, then the large panes of transparisteel that overlooked the bridge. She knew the excitement of the coming mission was bleeding through as well. So she sent calm reassurance through the link before she broke contact. She hoped he would join them on board the frigate. It would be good to see him. No matter what he felt.

She motioned to Kel and they took off together for the Jedi fleet.

(Aidan fell free to post in space joining us, the Ara-Lai is open to you.)

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Together on the bridge of the star frigate, the young Jedi knight, her apprentice, and the commanders of the Jedi strike forces made their plans before clearing the gravity well and jumping into hyperspace.

(To space!)

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TING!

 

TING!

 

TING!

 

 

 

“Could you be a little gentler? I may not be able to feel my arm, but the rest of my body is feeling the tremors.” A woman’s voice asked from underneath the burly man wielding his hammer like it was some kind of vengeful ax.

 

“Yes your majesty, right away…” The man grumbled under his breath as he softened his arc. He paused for a moment, wiping the sweat from his brow and looked around his empty shop before continuing to etch at a reflective piece of surgical steel.

 

“Hey! If it weren't for me you'd have been tending to yet another white plastoid armor piece. By now you probably find them rather bore-ing.” The woman replied, looking up at the grizzled man’s face with a mischevious glint in her eye.

 

“Was that a metal pun?” The man said, his face contorting like he was eating a sour grape.

 

“... ... maybe.” The woman continued, failing to hide the playfulness in her tone.

 

“I'm immediately regretting this decision.” The man grunted, continuing to hammer away anyway.

 

“C' mon,” the woman defended, “ it's not every day you get to help put a lady back together.”

 

The man belly laughed before putting the finishing touches on his work and brushing off the metal etchings. “Honey, I don't know about you, but the hardware you're sporting would closer resemble a high-end toaster than a lady.”

 

The woman nodded, her auburn hair tumbling to the floor in a mess. “Fair point. At least it's high end. Coulda been rinkadink or rusty.”

 

The man got up, wincing at a fresh jolt of pain to his lower back before sauntering back to his place by the anvil at the center of the shop. “Why aren't you taking time to upgrade that stuff anyway? Seems to me you could use your arm for so much more.”

 

“Why?” The lady asked as she mirrored his wince and got up, adjusting herself and checking to see that everything was back in its rightful place. “It's an arm.”

 

“Yeah bu-”

 

“-it's fine Mr. Ahzinger.” The woman interrupted. “The less you know the better. Did you finish the engraving?”

 

“Yeah. I got the Jedi insignia right up on your shoulder piece. You a fan... or...?” Vihk’s voice wavered as he acknowledged the curved hilts she replaced in her belt loops. “Ah.”

 

“That's not a problem is it?” She said, cocking an eyebrow at the middle-aged former Mandalorian.

 

“Nah. Just... I never really saw a Jedi get this banged up before. What happened, if you don't mind me asking, Ms. Thorne?” Vihk’s tone was level and his eyes held years of stories. Aleria could see the pain hidden deep in those steel gray eyes.

 

“I don't mind.” She said after a minute or two of silence. “I just don't know if I'm ready. Another time maybe? We can trade stories.”

 

“Sure,” Vihk said nodding, a small smile spreading across his lips. “Feel free to come back if you need anything else.”

 

“Thanks.”

 

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Aleria hastened to the Jedi fleet, made contact with the Ara-lai, and boarded the frigate before it made the jump to hyperspace.

 

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Aidan felt Sandy's response, clear as day. Of course, she was probably still on the main ship the Jedi had in orbit. It wasn't long until Aidan was at the nearest hangar, confirming this, then securing passage in one of the last supply shuttles servicing the Ara-Lai before it departed the system.

 

((Rest of the post in space))

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Nar Shadaa.... it was as unknown to Shiro as the rest of the Galaxy when he disembarked the transport he had escaped upon. His cuffed hands hidden beneath his duster, his red gaze shot around amongst the refugees he had taken refuge with as his lungs took in a deep sigh of relief beneath the blackened yarn that wrapped itself around his face. He had finally found solace, a sense of momentary peace from both those who had arrested him and the chaos he had found himself in upon Coruscant. He didnt know whether to be thankful or frightened by it, but he took the moment for what it was as he stumbled forward, grabbing a bag of items laying alone, and disappeared into the alleyways that littered the moon.

 

Coruscant had left a chaotic mindset within the young humanoid. When he first arrived, it seemed a paradise to spend the rest of his days to be locked away in. But then when the ground shook and the cityscape began to crumble, Shiro felt fear for the first time in a long time. Chaos erupted and ensued as prisoners attacked guards, and guards attacked prisoners, and all Shiro could do was run past both into the dust and darkness. And everywhere he went that followed, it only showed more, his feet slipping from beneath him quite a few times from railings twisting or blood pooling as people acting as if beasts in an attempt to survive. And even when Shiro found the small ship he had came to Nar Shadaa on, it was the same, people murdering people just to gain passage, the only reason Shiro slipped past being that no one seemed to notice him. And now he was here.

 

Finding a place to settle in and rest, Shiro slid down against a tucked away wall, digging into the small bag he had taken and taking inventory of its content. Inside there wasn't much, just a few tools, some food and water, nothing noteworthy. But with the tools, he was able to release himself from the cuffs that bound his hands, and the food provided a fulfilling meal. And as he took a sip of water to chase the meal, he looked upward toward the looming planet above him and for a brief second felt homesick. For Odik II seemed so far away now, and on a galactic scale, it most likely was. There was so much of the unknown for the young humanoid, the one known only as Shiro Seven of the Seventh Dissident Ward, and in that moment,a tear strolled down his cheek.

 

Feeling the wet droplet, Shiro's hand touched it, feeling its coldness upon his fingertips as he looked upon it in disbelief. Why did he cry over Odik II? Why did he suddenly miss such misery? It was their fault he was in this mess so far away from home. It was their fault he held no home to go home to. It was they who made him suffer so. And it would be they who would pay. Replacing the scarf around his face, Shiro rose to make his way once again. He held no clue as to where to go, but he knew if he kept going, he would find a place to belong and a place to forget his past. And so, as upon Coruscant, he disappeared into the shadows once again, searching for his place to belong.

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The brooding metropolis that was the cityscape of Nar Shadaa seemed like a vast ocean for the young Shiro as his time here turned from hours into days. Yet, like on Odik II, he still had to steal and struggle to survive this new world he found himself upon. But at least here, few paid him hardly any heed. He was just a face, unknown and rarely paid attention to. But the struggle was real all the same, strength and fortitude, speed and finesse, all pushed to their max as he evaded those that did choose to pay attention to him. And those were mostly vendors and citizens whom fell victim to his hunger and thirst, his urge to survive. And most of the time, he was lucky. But other times...

 

Darkness fell upon his sight as he felt a sharp blow to the side of his head, the feeling in his body almost leaving him instantly before he fell into the void of the darkened abyss as the sounds of mumbled voices faded into nothing. And when he awoke, he found himself tied up upon a fence. Before him stood two Trandoshans and a single overly chubby and grotesque Human male. Gripping his fists, Shiro struggled against his bindings, alerting the trio that he was awake, the human chuckling as the Trandoshans approached and started beating away into Shiro's ribs and chest.

 

"Dont kill him boys." The human spoke as he lit a cigar and drew in a deep inhalation of its spice laced aroma before exhaling. "If he thinks he can steal property from the Black Sun, then he becomes property of the Black Sun."

 

Shiro winced in pain as he felt ribs break and his jaw begin to shatter from the blows that were forced upon him, his glowing red eyes staring straight forward amidst the darkened shadow that laid upon his face, blood spewing from his mouth with each lick that was landed. Yet he said not a word, his anger at the three steadily boiling at their cowardice, his vision blurred by the memory of the day he was publicly lashed for speaking out against the Elders. No matter where he went, people would always be the same, and no matter the reason, the weak would always hide behind the strong. And Shiro smiled....

 

His bindings came loose during the beating, being overlooked by the cowards before him. Before they could even noticed, Shiro let forth his fury as he slung his vibroknuckler into the throat of the Trandoshan to his right with enough might that crushed the being's wind pipe and startled the other long enough that Shiro pounced upon the beast with crazed eyes as he scratched out its eyes. And when Shiro turned his gaze toward the human, he was gone, leaving Shiro behind with two more bodies at his feet. Shiro was becoming a mass murderer whether he wanted to or not.

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Before Shiro had a moment to think clearly, the security forces of Nar Shadaa had descended upon him and forced him into a quick retreat. Grabbing the fence behind him, he twisted and scaled the nearby wall with his feet to the other side and took off into the night. Nar Shadaa had quickly lost its appeal and safety and he was back on the run yet again. If he was to escape yet again, he would need to find a quick route off of the moon and back into open space.

 

That however, would prove as difficult as it seemed to be easy considering the world's history. On Coruscant, he was able to lose himself amongst the crowds of refugees and become one with them. But here, his face was known and would soon find its self postered across the holonet for every hunter and lawman to access. And even then, with his history on Odik II, it wouldn't be long before it gained creds now that three bodies laid upon his charges. And the biggest question of all was were would a boy of his age be able to disappear to without notice?

 

He couldn't think at the moment, so Shiro ran. He ran like he had never ran before, turning down every corner he came across, his mind focused on the freedom before him and oblivious to the trail he was leaving behind him. He knew the security force was hot on his trail, but he cared not to remember, instead, losing himself in searching for his way off this damned moon. And that was all he focused on, his mind blank of everything else.

 

And when he turned a narrow corner and saw his path had been cut off, his heart stopped for a brief moment. And it was in that moment, that an echo seared across the Galaxy, a singular ripple turning itself into a tidal wave as it ventured outward from Nar Shadaa. It was in that moment, as he put his hands up out of fear and surrender, the Sensitivity within him awakened and a invisible wall of telekinesis shot forth and swept his opposition off their feet. 

 

And for Shiro, a darkness took hold of his mind as his form fell forward into unconsciousness and utter despair. He was unconscious, unable to defend himself, unable to understand or comprehend what happened next as he was lifted up and was dragged away...

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With a series of flashes, the battered allied fleet reverted from hyperspace after the harrowing battle around Dark Sun Station. Many of the Jedi ships were damaged and showed score marks and even holes in their hulls. It would take some time before some of the ships were back to full battle strength, especially since the Jedi Order didn't have a shipyard under its control. The Order would have to rely on its allies to help repair its ships and replace losses.

 

During the journey, medical treatment was given according to triage with a great number of walking wounded tending to themselves. As soon as able, the most severe of the wounded would be taken down to the planet's hospitals to relieve the overwhelmed medical staff on board the fleet. Jedi healers focused their attentions on the worst of the injured, but they could only do so much.

 

Adenna focused her time on the extremely complicated task of trying to put the Imperial Remnant's Empress back together: a task that occupied most of her time. For the time being, Commodore Neldis was taking over fleet matters.

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Kel was tending to the wounded along with the other Jedi healers. His reserves became taxed from the battle along with the amount of soldiers he had healed. He treated everything ranging from blaster wounds to cracked and broken bones. And those were the lucky ones. So many soldiers required treatment that we simply weren't equipped for. Fortunately the ship soon reached Nar Shaddaa and they were able to send them to hospitals for proper treatment. Once the last of the wounded were sent off, Kel went to the mess hall to eat.

 

As Kel ate his meal, he thought back to the battle with the dark sun. The defensive forms he practiced at the Felucian temple had proven quite effective. And the blaster function of his light saber pistol was very versatile. However there were times where using it had left him open to attack. The saber and pistol couldn't be used simultaneously. which severely limits its versatility. Kel realized he was only able to use it the way he did was with the aid of his Jedi comrades and the imperial knights. until he could find a way to supplement this weakness, he would only be able to use the blaster against smaller groups if he ever found himself in a situation where he didn't have the advantage of numbers.

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Raven sat in the medical ward aboard the Jedi command ship and stared vacantly at the white hued durasteel of the floor. Doctors fussed over her loss of skin and adipose tissue on her non robotic extremities, blood dripped almost absentmindedly around the chair she was seated in. When the wrapping of bacta soaked gauze was done on her arms and legs her gaze finally found the grandmasters. She struggled to keep the emotion from her voice as she spoke, trying to portray the Empress that she was. 

 

“Thank you Adenna and thank you to your order and all the sacrifices that you have made to retrieve me.” 

 

She left off the obvious ‘was this worth it’ in favour of expressing her profound thanks for being rescued and not murdered in the darkness of some black sun prison. Her large amethyst eyes glanced back towards Adenna. Clearing from her weariness.

 

“What is the game plan now?” 

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Mythos arose with a loud growl as he struggled to sit up, mostly out of fear delving in the unknowing and the rest laying in the fact that his quick movement brought excruciating pain across his side where the necrosis of that Sith's blade had came into contact beneath his fur. The moment that the pain subsided, his gaze shifted about, realizing her was no longer aboard the small shuttle from before, nor was he restrained, leaving his mind to wonder considerably.

 

Obviously, he wasnt dead and his wounds had been taken care of with extra care, so was he among the Sith still? He shook his head, his fur rising and falling in the cold air circulating around him as he put the thought out of his mind. Surely he was among friendlies. But where? His remaining paw reached up and covered his face, his thoughts rambling back to his fight with the Sith and then waking aboard the transport just as he remembered the droids words. "Nar Shadaa"

 

His voice croaked beneath its raspy tone as he moved the sheets from his form, some attendees rushing to keep him in bed while he was recovering, but with his towering form and snarling cuspids, they soon backed off as he rose the rest of the way. As a Shistavanen, he recovered quicker than most, his race adept in healing quickly, even wounds such as his with the aid of bacta and a good surgeon. Plus, given the white backless gown that his tail swished open in disgust, one could easily tell he hated medical wards as much as he hated the mystics known as Force Users.  

 

But as luck would have it, when he pulled back the curtain surrounding his bed, he found himself surrounded by said mystics, most notably two females across the way (@Raven Zinthos, @Adenna Alluyen). Waving his hand as he opened a nearby storage hold in search of his clothing, his tail tucked under the gown as best he could, his voice echoed its disgruntled whisper. "Dont mind me. I'll be outta your hair soon."

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In the company of some five Imperial Knights including Aiden Darkfire, Sandy Sarna stood wrapping a bacta patch around a nasty blaster wound on one of the imperials. All of them including Sandy seemed like they were on the last dredges of an adrenaline rush. Their armour scored by half a dozen blaster burns and the other half’s red uniforms had dark patches where sprays of blood had speckled the fine fibre a darker crimson. Sandy ran a bloody hand through her hair which caused a chorus of laughter to echo through the medical ward and she blushed crimson. Her freckles standing out before she too joined in the laughter and furvetvely wiped the blood onto the uniform of the man to whom it belonged. She turned and leaving the men and women of the Imperial Knights behind, she strode towards her old master, Adenna, who was busy discussing with the Imperial Empress. SHe bowed her head twoards the two of them and continued her walk towards the Shistavanen who was busy making a ruckus on the floor. 

 

The chart above his bed told her that he was a Galactic Alliance officer of some rank, so she headed him off before he could make a scene or interrupt the Grand Master. 

 

“Master Von Howlster, I believe that it would be in the best interests of all involved that you follow the medical teams advice and rest a bit further. But I know what it feels like to be cooped up in medical wards.” She put a kind edge on her voice that was curtailed a bit by her bloody uniform, clearly shown lightsaber, and imperial crest emblazoned across her white plastoid armour. She lowered her voice a little and put on a friendly smile before holding her hand out, “Jedi Knight Sandy Sarna at your service, you are probably looking for your clothes right?” She opened another container and pulled out an imperial jumpsuit. The kind that form fitted with the press of a button. This was specially designed for alien use and was so labelled. She extended it to him before perching on the container she had retrieved it from. 

 

“So tell me Von Howlster, what brings you into service with the Galactic Alliance?” 

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"Marshal Von Howlster..." His grizzly mangled voice spoke in return as he searched through the storage container for his belongings, having dismissed her at first for another technician. "We Shistavanen heal rather quickly and that bed could do more good for others than it could for myself."

 

It wasn't until she introduced herself that he took notice of her, a deep sigh boiling out in an almost growl as he shut the containers lid and slumped forward over it in a brief silence, his ears folded back. "A Jedi Knight, you say?" He spoke, a sense of disgust and pity forming in his voice as he turned his gaze toward her, his looming figure towering over her own in comparison as he stood up straight to reveal the limbless side that had been hidden from first glance.

 

"Look Imperial to me." He spoke as his gaze shifted from her toward the jumpsuit, then back to her. "But then again, there isn't much difference these days. Either way, I dont trust you mystics."

 

With that said, Mythos turned to the next storage container and began digging through it. After a few minutes, he found his belongings. What can only be described as a smile soon distorted his face briefly before he excused himself, returning behind the curtain to dress himself. And it wouldn't take long at all despite his missing limb, Mythos using his snout and teeth to aid where his extra paw would have been useful, and after only a couple of moments of struggles and grunts, he reemerged from behind the curtain.

 

"I'm surprised you haven't used your mystical powers to figure it out, Jedi Sarna." Mythos finally answered as he propped himself up against one of the ward's cabinets. "I was a Alliance Warden, used to hunt and capture escaped criminals and such down syndicates until I retired. And when wind of the Mandalorians at Coruscant reached my ears, I felt it was time I returned." His paw reached for the missing limb as if to scratch at it, only to find it no longer there. "And in my first round out, i found myself facing your opposite, a Sith."

 

Yet, even as he spoke, the Sith's implanted memories still plagued his mind, the elder Marshal attempting his best to ignore the shadowed figures darting amongst the corners of his eyes, leaving his temper hot and his fear tested.

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Adenna was surprised at the speed in which her patient was recovering. Though the Empress was a little younger than the Grandmaster, there was a great pool of resiliency that helped her shunt aside the physical and emotional trauma of the last few months and focus her mind on the task at hand. The fact that there was a good deal of Force sensitivity within the younger woman probably helped as Adenna was able to rely slightly upon that to repair and heal while the bacta did its job.

 

"The Jedi Order stands against the Sith and their ilk," Adenna responded, "any who also oppose them will be counted as the Order's friends. For as long as the Force wills me to lead the Jedi, we will fight even if it means taking losses. While many died rescuing you, we also managed to deal many blows against the Black Sun's forces and gained some small measure of justice for Kashyyyk. Now is the time to see if we can put aside our differences, forget the past, and forge a common alliance against our universal foe."

 

Though she wasn't exactly fond of the idea of moving the Empress, there were too many things that needed to be tended to. After making sure that a proper hoverchair with an attached mobile bacta unit was ready, she and the doctors consented to let her move. She didn't exactly look pretty sitting in a bulky hoverchair with a small bacta tank covering a good portion of her body where the skin grafts were still healing, but at least the Imperial Remnant had a head of state that could work towards putting this new Alliance together.

 

Adenna sent summons to whatever was left of the Council and any other Jedi Masters in the area to meet with the Galactic Alliance and Imperial Remnant leadership with the hopes of establishing that very Alliance in a more formal sense rather than just as a collection of loose allies.

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Tired green eyes considered the Galactic alliance Major somewhat skeptically as he found his belongings with a growl. Sandy shrugged and placed the disregarded jumpsuit down beside her with a soft sigh.She ran her fingers through her dirty and her left hand played absentmindedly with the tight braid beside her ear that traced down to her burned shoulder pauldron. It was an ancient symbol of apprenticeship but she hadn’t cut it. She did not quite know why she hadn’t cut the braid in some ceremony, but the reality was that she never had time to even have an official ceremony. The Jedi had been too divided and scattered at the time and she still could feel some of the rejection from the older knights. There had been a bitterness and a rebellion behind her knighting and so she embraced it.  So she still wore the braid, fraternized with the imperial knights instead of her own people and randomly talked to GA officers when they wanted to be left alone. Her voice was soft when she replied to the Shistavanen Major. 

 

“Well we mystics haven’t done much to earn your trust have we. And for that I can only say I’m sorry.” 

 

She frowned and jumped off the container so she could stand with her boots firmly planted on the tiled floor. 

 

“I may be young Major, but I have fought and defeated Sith. I wouldn’t discount me or other knights because of our Imperial devotion. The force knows alliances have shifted in the past, but it's far past time that the Jedi order took part in this Rebellion. You won’t need to stand alone against the Sith ever again.” 

 

Her green eyes glanced to the stump where his arm should have been. The medical cross on her arm's sleeve spoke for her authority for what she had next to say.

 

“Do you need a replacement for that?” 

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Mythos eyes widened as the girl spoke, his ears raised as he tried to figure her out for a brief moment before his laughter echoed throughout the ship's wards, causing the Marshal to flinch in pain as he caught himself.

 

"Do not beat yourself up lass." He spoke, his gurgled words holding a more gentler tone. "I'm sure you are a fine warrior. But my kind have long been persecuted out of fear, so I dont trust many to begin with, least of all the Sith, from whom i now bear two scars, the first of which scars my back."

 

Mythos sighs, his memory flowing back to his previous fight. He was sure he had the Sith dead to rights. Gritting his teeth, he dropped his head in disgust, a sense of sorrow emanating from him as his fury face sunk and his ears reeled back. His voice softer than usual, he speaks. "Its not that i hold any ill will toward your ilk. But even I know that your powers eventually corrupt even the most peaceful of your lot, and in the end, those of us who do not possess the gift your granted are the ones who suffer."

 

"Its hard to believe that I was just the runt of my litter so long ago, expected to perish or be lame for the rest of my life." Mythos chuckles as the thought, rarely having ever told such a story, especially to one he had just met. "But as I grew, I grew to be the largest of them all, and eventually, even larger than my own father, the Alpha of our tribe. Then came the expectations that I would succeed him as Alpha. Little did they know of my dream to follow the stars, nor the life I have lived since."

 

Mythos shook his head, his gaze shifted toward the little human he stood by, his face mangled by what appeared to be a smile as he grasped his limbless side. "If you would do that for me, little one, I would be much obliged. Just nothing Imperial issued, if you dont mind." He spoke with a wink.

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The hours mounted. In hyperspace, it was impossible to communicate with the rest of the fleet and confirm which ships in the squadron had survived and what casualties had been suffered. Slaughter knew that the cost was high--perhaps even higher than he was prepared to pay, even for the single most powerful head in the galaxy. There was no taking that back, the Admiral told himself while mulling over what he was going to say when he finally met the Head of State. Could only go forward--to the next battle, to the next maneuver, to the next shot.

 

Immediately upon re-entry to realspace, Slaughter issued a few prefunctory orders for the fleet to form an antistarfighter screen around the Fidelity and Misericordia. He then boarded his shuttle to transfer to Justice's Mandate, the Jedi Star Destroyer to which Zinthos had been recovered. Exhausted and still trying to decide what he was going to say to the Imperial Head of State, he ignored the chatter from the cockpit--they were apparently in the orbit of a miserable planet named Nal Hutta, but the significance of the name failed to penetrate the haze of purpose and exhaustion that filled his mind.

 

Guided through the corridors of the unfamiliar ship by a Mon Calamari aide, Slaughter was eventually deposited at the entrance to the ship's medical wards. His stomach dropped at the sight of the familiar ensign above the portal--Zinthos must have been badly wounded. His stomach also dropped when the Admiral saw who was standing guard just outside. He rubbed his hand blearily against his eyes.

 

It was Draygo--or Darkfire, it was impossible to tell what she was calling herself. Her left arm was bound by a sling around her neck and her right hand was clutched around a ceramic mug. The veteran Jedi gave him a dismissive glance.

 

"What happened to you?"

 

"Dislocated shoulder. My fault." That was all the veteran Jedi had to say. In an unnerving manner not entirely unlike an overgrown bird-of-prey, Draygo just stared into the doorway. Her only motion was the occasional rise and fall of the steaming mug of synthcaf. Bruce sighed and just moved forward into the Medical Ward, guided to a back room where the Imperial Head of State was being treated. Slaughter's first inclination was shock--not simply at how visually spectacular the Head of State's injuries were, but how young she was. Both her and Alluyen. But Zinthos had taken control of the Empire on numerous occasions when inaction invited ruin--at the Death Star, and then driving the Sith off of Carida and inviting their reprisals. Physically, she might have appeared wounded, but within that tiny frame was a stern commander that Slaughter would have hesitated to confront.

 

"Grandmaster. Head of State. I've heard Jedi healing can sometimes be as good as bacta." He gave a small nod to the Jedi Grandmaster before plowing on with the subtlety of a provoked bull-nerf. "There is a war to continue. We've taken terrible losses, but I intend to make the lives of the Sith as miserable as possible."

 

Somewhere behind him, the smell of that synth-caf followed in and with it Armiena Draygo.

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A short turbolift ride back from the bridge to the medical wing aboard the Mandate was the next step. They had jumped from the battle around the station and made it back to Nar Shaddaa. There would be plenty of work to be done in the aftermath, a lot of number crunching as well as the tangible losses and looking at two shuttles that had been in his convoy- he chuckled with short yet cold mirth. Leaving Adenna in the medical wing to to tend with Raven, he passed Sandy on the way out as well. She was distracted; she was walking with purpose. He was glad to see she survived the assault on the station. 

 

Sealed up in the turbolift, he pulled one of the datapads from his bag. Reporting out dead, injured, or missing personnel. Those plus the damage reports resulted in pinching the bridge of his nose. Was it all worth it? They’d have to see what everyone brought to the table in the after-action review. 

 

The lift chimed, and he was back out on the hanger deck. As the doors parted, his senses were hit with the smell of burnt electronics, flesh, and hot metal. What he heard was a mix of metal grinding and settling, as well as some wounded moaning. He oversaw the security team- the six Barabel Jedi Knights and two wookiees- take the Black Sun prisoners to the brig. Then touching base with Nel’Pi, the lead engineer of the boarding party. He was pinching the bridge of his nose as she told him what her crew had done to the station- and backed it up with the readings from the station as they had left. The station was a wreck, and he didn’t know what had come of it- in any event, it was bad. 

 

As he dismissed her to file a report- he received the summons to meet with Adenna, the Council, Masters, and the Imperials. He made sure to forward the summons to Sandy as well, but made it known it was optional.  

 

Reaching the briefing room, he filed in quietly after Master Draygo. Admiral Slaughter broke the silence and then it was Vos’s turn to chime in. 

 

“Well, that will be a little easier with the Black Sun Station neutralized for the moment and their Kuati prisoners rescued. Kuat won’t pay any blackmail or hostage fees on them for a while. Their station is on it’s way to being crippled- if not destroyed. Lead Engineer Nel’Pi, in our impromptu meeting, told me of the damage she and her crew inflicted on the station. We left their reactor without any coolant, and no life support on the bridge; as well as several electrical problems. We swiped two of their vaults of credits- and the rest is up to the fate of the station. The Black Sun commander and his guards are in the Mandate’s brig. I’ve already given the medical folks a wide operating window for buying any supplies needed. The ship triage is going to take a little longer, as folks do have to spacewalk for some repairs. I am only speaking of Jedi ships- but am willing to coordinate for the Imperials and Alliance’s ships as well.” 

 

He paused to take a breath, “We can subtly spin this as Black Sun cannot safely guard their customer’s interests- as in their banking structure. Their customers will look elsewhere- places we, hypothetically, have influence or interest in. Their customers and revenue stream become ours, hypothetically of course. I know this sounds crass, but these are the ramifications and the situation we are in. There are several fallouts to consider- a number of situations that we are the heroes, and others where we are the villains. That’s for our Publicity Officer to tangle with.” 

 

Tobias nodded at the Chiss Jedi Master, Tom - for short. The red eyes narrowed at Tobias’s label. With a smirk that faded quickly, “But there is also the possibility of a counter attack- but I’ll pause here.”

 

Motioning with his one hand towards the rest of the room, he took the pitcher from the nearby table and poured a glass of water- he made a disgusted face quickly, then it was gone- and he took a drink, sitting down at the table, across from Raven. There were several empty seats along the conference room table they had commandeered as well as two other pitchers with drinking glasses around them. A typical debriefing/conference room setup all around, he observed.

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Differences…

 

It wasn’t all that long ago that the Empress had been an apprentice to the Sith Lords herself. Before banishment to the Imperial Army. The memories, the murders, the dismemberment she had experienced while in service to the Sith, augmented with the pain of moving to the hover chair made her grimace. 

 

“Grandmaster, if the Jedi Order stands fully against the Sith then I see no reason we in the Imperial Remnant cannot stand beside you. I cannot thank you or your order enough for the sacrifices in bringing me out alive. The Remnant, what’s left of it is in your and the Alliance’s debt…”

 

Her voice trailed off as she saw him. They had met before, of course, some years prior after the battle of the Death star perhaps? No, his face had been on all the boarding parties’ dossiers during the battle itself. Him and Cadio Sikoat. It was Slaughter she had been tasked to find when she had found Airia instead. The path that had taken her here after so many years. She had looked up to him and all the old veterans during her time as the Imperial Coalition in the senate. He had been a man of action, and he had stepped up in these late days of the Galactic Alliance. Now they were both without reign or empire. She let a smile take over from the pain and extended a hand of greeting. It was heavily wrapped in transparent bacta bandages that showed the bare bones of her fingers.  

 

“Admiral…” Her voice was soft and tired. “Thank you.” 

 

It was a simple gesture of gratitude. But she hoped it would find purchase. Her voice lost its tiredness as she shifted in her seat, replacing exhaustion with pain. 

 

“With the fall of the Core and the scattering of the Moffs and the Senate, we must look to joint venture of Rebellion, a combination of fleets, armies and command teams.” It was perhaps not customary to plow on with such a suggestion, but they were all leaders and needed a direction to lead. Without the Moff council to deliberate for ages, Raven was confident in her direction. She paused as the Jedi Master Tobias Vos joined in on the conversation. Cocking her head to the side and staring at him with deep purple eyes. 

 

"Good Jedi Master Vos, I must inform you that Kuat has been completely lost. No bribes or not, the shipyards are likely currently pumping out dozens of star destroyers for the Sith Empire! You have my thanks for rescuing the children of Kuat as they are tied to my admiralty, but things are a bit more complicated. Our holdings in the Core are gone, even Corellia likely bows before the throne of the Spider!" Was she lashing out at the poor Jedi Master? Maybe. There was a lot more to the battle now then simply a propaganda war. This was now a total war. "We in the Imperial Remnant are in open rebellion against this new galactic government. Who cares what we did to the Black Sun banking industry."

She smiled at him warmly,

 

"The Jedi and GA Fleets are welcome to the Nar Shaddaa shipyards. We have spent a fortune establishing this moon as a home for the new Imperial Government. Should Carida fall. But we did not anticipate a fall so quickly. We are happy to offer it to a New Rebel Alliance. If that is what you all think needs to be done." 

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Adenna would have to deal with the fallout of Dark Sun Station at a later time, not when there were more important things to discuss. Her personal opinion was that she didn't much care of the fate of whatever scum sheltered under the corrupt wings of Black Sun's playplace. Anyone who was wealthy enough to afford to such a place had more than enough ability to know what sort of place they were going and thus, she had no sympathy for them when their poor choice of friends came back to bite them. She had encountered plenty of wealthy and privileged people on Thalassia who had benefited from the slave trade there who cried when her task forces raided the slaver's properties. No sympathy at all for them.

 

At least Tobias had managed to nab some of the credits, those would be quite useful in funding the Jedi Order's efforts. With so many friendly planets falling to the Sith, donations to the Jedi Order were dropping. Without money, food, supplies, weapons, and ships would not continue to come in. If the Jedi were to even be able to continue to operate their Temples, they had to have funding. That said nothing of the ability to wage war against this evil.

 

When it was her turn to speak, she said, "The Jedi Order is, first and foremost, a religious order that strives to bring peace and safety to the Galaxy. We are not a government that seeks to rule or has political power in the traditional sense. We survive based on the generous donations of money, supplies, and manpower from those governments, corporations, organizations, and individuals who share our spiritual beliefs and goals. We also serve to restrain the awesome powers bestowed upon us by the Force in both ourselves and in others. The fact that the Sith Order has managed to thrive and build upon their powers a new Empire is proof enough of the desperate need for an opposing Force sensitive counterforce.

 

"The Jedi Order has stood by for far too long while the evil that is the Sith are allowed to build up their Empire and that is upon us. I will not speak ill of my predecessors who did what they felt was right and acted as they were guided by the Force, but I am not them. For as long as the Jedi Order and the Force see it fit to place me in this role as Grandmaster, the Jedi Order will step up and fight evil head on just as they did in the days of the Old Republic. We may prefer peaceful meditation, but I fully believe that when confronted by an evil the likes of the Sith, most of the Jedi will no longer be able to stand idly and do nothing when they have the power to intervene and provide a counter to the awesome powers the Sith wield.

 

"We will work with the Galactic Alliance and the Imperial Remnant with whatever resources and inspiration we can garner, but we have no interest in conquest and rule of planets. We are here to fight evil, and as long as whatever government that is formed here proves itself compatible with the Jedi Order's philosophies, we will support them. Make no mistake: I realize we are at war and in war, unpleasant and sometimes extreme things must be done. However, the Jedi Order will not replace one evil with another. Should this rebel alliance prove to be no better than the Sith, we will oppose it with the same fervor."

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It was the briefest of instants, but Armiena Draygo’s feelings betrayed her and she shot Tobias Vos a glance of pure venom. She resisted the urge to clench her fists; she couldn’t indulge in her fantasy of teaching the aspiring war-criminal a remedial lesson in rules of engagement through blunt-force trauma. Dark Sun Station had been rendered useless as a business asset the moment the Galactic Alliance and Jedi fleets arrived--business required predictability and security--and there was no need to sabotage the station. The only objective he had succeeded in was muddying the morality of the Jedi Order--and in fighting a popular resistance, perception of morality counted for so much.

 

She turned away and whispered into the ear of one of the passing medtechs. A few seconds later, the Twi’lek returned with a medical chart and she began to study the medical scans of one of the Black Sun prisoners of war.

 

Admiral Slaughter hadn’t missed the glare across the room. He couldn’t allow this meeting to descend into ego-driven infighting or Jedi platitudes--what mattered right now was guns, men, and steel. Let the Jedi worry about ideology. Taking a deep breath, he felt a peculiar edge sidle somewhere behind his left ear. The Admiral let it in and felt some of the weight of the last forty-eight hours retreat. But it was not a wholesome energy. It was a sense of cold purpose, ready to release itself like a mountain’s worth of fresh powder on the brink of an avalanche.

 

He seized Zinthos’ eyes. “The Sith may have a significant advantage in the Core, but we have the resources to wage a very potent resistance. Bilbringi is still in operation. Borleias holds. Anaxes holds. We have numerous training facilities across the galaxy that have been inactive since the last war. And there are dozens of species that remember full well what life under the Sith Empire was like. Zinthos, the Sith whipped us hard, but this ain’t over and not by a long shot.”

 

“I agree--full partnership. Merge it all--our fleets, armies, everything, unified command. Let necessity determine who commands what. No turf wars, no bull over unit cohesion. Leave it to the engineers to figure out how to rack TIEs in a Mon Cal or X-Wings in a Star Destroyer. Stormtroopers? My people will learn to see them as their comrades. We’ll set up headquarters on Nar Shaddaa--there’s bound to be a dozen suitable structures we can fortify for our needs.

 

“And as for where to strike next… we currently have ten thousand Black Sun prisoners of war under our guns, stuffed to the ribs with cybernetics and Force knows what. They don’t all want to be there--some of ‘em are gonna be slaves, or coerced, or forced into contracts. That’s a huge intelligence coup. Fact is that Black Sun is vulnerable right now and we can inflict some serious damage if we move quickly.”

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She smiled up at the Shistavanen with sparkling emerald eyes. 

 

“Corruption comes to all us all soon or late, someday you may have to kill me you know.” 

 

Darkness was the ever present danger of the Jedi Order, and the ship stank of it. She would find the guest who brought it soon enough. 

 

She laughed softly as she sat down beside him and placed her hands on the rounded stump where his arm had used to be. Her eyelids fluttered closed and her breathing became more even, soft shallow breaths that almost appeared to be of sleep. SHe could have been perceived that way of course if not for the distinct warmth that radiated from her hands as she began to apply the healing powers of the force to the torn nerves and flesh as a 2-1b rolled in on quieted treads with a Shistavanen designed arm. Durasteel lamellant, retracting claws, the works. Though such a precise cybernetic would need exact attachment and rehabilitation.  

 

Hands prepared the site for the implant as she placed it against the stump. Then bit by bit, the flesh separated through the will of the force and the cybernetic unit attached to the nerve endings and muscles. She and the droid applied a bacta salve and a bandage that covered the joiner between metal and flesh and she smiled again. 

 

“You will need weeks of therapy with the nurses to learn how to use it properly, but I have dulled the pain best I could.” 

 

Her senses relaxed from healing, her pointed ears picked up a skirt of conversation, Tobias speaking about the travesty that had been broadcasted all over the holonet. Anger from a Jedi she recognized. She patted the Shistavanen on the arm and stood, wiping the bacta off her hands on a towel. 

 

“Now my friend, I must report to the council and say my piece. As this is happening in the medical ward I can only say you must stay in bed.” A wink. Then the Jedi Knight in imperial livery pushed her way out of the medical curtains and to where the council was meeting.

 

Her eyes found the furious eyes of Armiena Draygo as the younger jedi ducked into the room.  She was someone that seemed to carry the weight of the galaxy around with her, but Sandy found reassurance in seeing her. Sandy suppressed nervousness, afraid for a moment that she did not belong. But she reassured herself that she did. Nal Hutta, and her defeat of Mandalore over Chandrilia spoke enough for her. Perhaps her Revanchism and pairing with the Imperial Knights spoke against her, but she knew that she would need to speak her piece. Morals were important and when there was a pause in the conversation, she took a breath and bowed to the Grandmaster and Empress. When she spoke her voice was clear and calm. She was no longer that cowed child on kashyyyk. 

 

Grandmaster, the sabotage to the station that left many hundreds dead was done by one of our own.” Her emerald eyes found Tobias and looked at him with a mixture of hurt and confusion. Then she looked back to the crowd of very much more important dignitaries. “Such things go against our order and must be rooted out with all haste. We cannot afford the Darkside to corrupt us so.” Perhaps that was the imperial knight side of her speaking with such conviction. The armor she wore certainly bestowed confidence. She bowed her head and stepped back so that the Heads of state could continue.

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While she was glad to see Knight Sarna join the meeting, it took a great deal of Jedi training in self composure not to wince at the very poor timing of her interjection. She had hoped to address that issue internally, but it seemed she would have to deal with it now. It wasn't something she was looking forward to, because there was always the political necessity to consider. The Jedi Order didn't technically own or control the large military forces that fought with them. Those were a conglomeration of independent groups and individuals who volunteered to fight along the Jedi Order against evil. For now, they were organized into a fairly cohesive command structure out of necessity. That command structure heavily considered and acquiesced to the will of the Jedi Order, namely her, but that didn't mean they absolutely had to obey. One of Adenna's biggest concerns was that a major rift would develop between the Jedi Order and the military causing most or all of the officers and soldiers to return home or worse, become an independent rogue operation bent on carnage and vengeance. Adenna knew that she had to walk a very careful line between subtly guiding them to be an effective tool against the Sith yet not stifling them so much that they rebel and become a malevolent force.

 

She silently cursed the clumsiness of Tobias for how he presented the situation so callously and in the open before their allies. He was a fighter and quite the practical manipulator of business and infrastructure, but he had no skill at politics or social etiquette. She knew he thought very pragmatically, but there were going to be times when he needed to learn how to balance that pragmatism with politics. She would be having a very unpleasant discussion with him in private as soon as she was able.

 

"I do not disagree, Knight Sarna," Adenna replied. "The Darkness must be kept at bay lest we will become what we fight. What was done is done and will be addressed, though it was not a Jedi who conducted such actions and without any orders to do so. Yes, it was done under the command of the Jedi, and for that, we will need to deal justice. Such a thing is not to be tolerated by any who march under the Jedi banner, but until a Force using member of the Jedi Order crosses the line, I will leave the matter in the hands of the military that fights alongside us. Newly ascended Admiral Neldis will deal with the engineers as is fit according to Galactic Law. Should he fail to properly respond, I shall find another to lead those who have freely chosen to fight along side us." She looked over at Armenia and added, "I suspect Master Draygo would enjoy working with Admiral Neldis to ensure that all of those who are found guilty of any sorts of war crimes will be punished, so I will direct her to such a task."

 

Adenna wasn't naive enough to believe that governments and loyalists to both the Galactic Alliance and the Imperial Remnant would be able to merge everything into one without both sides jostling for power and influence, but at least it would be an attempt. For the moment, both sides needed to work together far more than they needed to oppose each other and fight for the scraps. As much as she didn't want to get involved in it, she suspected the burden of helping maintain the balance would likely fall upon the Jedi Order. Still, there was an opportunity here to take action on something else she had wanted to do for some time.

 

"I believe it would serve the Galaxy good to work together to fight the Sith Empire now. We can always deal with splitting things up when the threat is gone. To that end, as the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order, I would like to formally invite the Imperial Knights back into the Jedi Order. I understand the reasons why they departed from the Order and am willing to work to rectify them. I am also willing to offer the Imperial Knights fair representation among the leadership of the Jedi Order in proportion to their membership, as well as affording them a degree of autonomy that will allow them to preserve some of their traditions and practices. I believe both the Jedi Order and Imperial Knights will benefit from such an arrangement and I am willing to further discuss details with Empress Zinthos."

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By now, you should realize you don't speak in these situations, Vos. You idiot. They're too proud to realize people, supplies and ships cost money and that a reliable source of income would only help. Nope, he was the jerk who brought it all up to money. A-yup. Soldiers are paid for their services, then they pay for the food they eat... Vos scratched the tip of his nose, letting the internal argument go. Someone had to take their anger and so he let it wash over him, recognizing the catalyst in emotion even within himself- like a wave against a shoreline. He didn't lash back, despite the desire to- verbally of course. Silent he would remain, and work under the same conditions.  

 

It wasn't until Slaughter spoke that he didn't reach for his datapad. The card vibrated in a specific pattern- a message, he was waiting on arrived and a second one a second apart. The lead engineer's report- quickly he read down it. Paused, then read the bottom paragraph again- then a third time. He scratched the top of his nose, pondering. No, he'd tell them if they asked, he would inform Adenna. In-fact she had access to the message as well- but she didn't operate like he did. He'd take messages in the middle of meetings, regardless of if anyone saw it as rude. He could pay attention to both. Quit overthinking, Vos. His mind shot at him. 

 

The duel idea... His mind started to go on before he shut down that line of thought real fast. It persisted though, and squashed the idea down with the sentimental item in his pocket. He needed a distraction- and another message arrived. The Prism has landed in the hanger. Perfect, he thought and started to listen in again just as it started to sound important again. 

 

Thennnnn Sandy walked in, and he decided to share the datachip. With steel in his eyes, he locked them on Sandy. He had such pride in her- she was an excellent being, but she still needed to learn a few things. Timing, being one. Second was bluntness. Then Adenna said it... "War Crimes." Shit, now you're in it, Vos. Don't say anything, other than the absolute minimum. His mind ran a sprint- quickly settling on a course of action. Taking the chip that had a copy of the messages out, he glided it through the air to Master Draygo. Now, he spoke- "Master Draygo, the lead engineer of the boarding party, Nel'Pi, has submitted her post-engagement report." He didn't like how it happened- but still... the operation was his, he bore some responsibility- he knew she got carried away at times... Stop, no self reflection right now, do it later. Purchases for both ships and medical supplies were already pilling up and have two commas in bills already- but as long as they are saving lives and such. Some some ships might be better of just scrapped. Why am I being so crass right now? He briefly scratched the tip of his nose again, listening to the conversation. 

 

In the back of his mind the chain inside his pocket hung heavy. He knew he struck a nerve with Adenna; to himself, he made a vow to be one of the first ones out of the room when the group was dispersed. He needed to meditate before talking to her. And file his own report. And send a letter to the families, as he had done previously on Kashyyyk. And five dozen other things.... but the chain was a steady topic on his mind, and he started to fill his heart with regret. Not that it would show in his face or aura- he was locked down. Only two others could see through his barriers, and they were both in this room. Idly, he wondered if he had walked under any turbo-scaffolds, or broke a mirror, or if he had passed a black nexu: his luck was rotten.

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The last two weeks had been a slow, trudging haze. It had started when she learned of her father's death. She remembered the day, almost perfectly. She remembered her mother's cry. She remembered the face of the Jedi who'd delivered the news- a Mon Calamari, bearing her father's lightsaber. Her father, who'd taught her to respect others, to respect life, and the Force. She didn't know how it happened. She hadn't wanted to hear. But she knew she wanted to follow in his footsteps. To become a Jedi. She'd packed a few things, essentials, and followed the Mon Calamari off-world, to Felucia, to begin her training. The trip was quiet, and she mourned alone.

 

She'd had a few detached conversations with her mother. They both still had trouble believing that he was dead. But then she'd remember where she was. She'd never been out of the water for so long. It was a strange feeling. When she reached Felucia, however, she was shipped away with several other Jedi hopefuls and a couple knights with their padawans. Their destination was Nar Shadaa, to be assigned mentors and masters. She was quiet, isolated herself. Many times, she found herself running her fingers along the etching on her father's lightsaber.

 

When she first arrived, she was almost lost in the sudden frenetic pacing of events. The Jedi had just returned from some large battle, and they swarmed the area as though they were wasps whose hive was kicked. It took hours for things to slow down, and by the time it did, she found herself standing awkwardly in the midst of several Jedi and soldiers. She didn't recognize any of them, and was wholly lost as to what to do.

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After finishing his meal, Kel left the ship and went to the docking bay to check on his personal fighter when he came across a green skinned Naotolan woman looking like a fish out of water. she was wearing robes befitting that of a Jedi and he could sense that she was sensitive to the force. she was also running her fingers along the hilt of a very old looking lightsaber. Kel had seen other Jedi with similar habbits, but the saber's age plus the way she was holding it indicated an attachment different from himself and other Jedi he had seen. Kel decided to approach the Jedi and introduce himself. 

 

"That's an interesting blade you're carrying." Kel bowed to the Naotolan Jedi. "My name is Kel Koon, Call me Kel." 

 

 

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