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A message, hurriedly constructed from a mix of emotions like fear, anxiety, and of course that one emotion that caused most mistakes in the galaxy; love. Came rocketing into Aiden’s commlink, from the Jedi Knight Sandy Sarna.

 

 

THIS MESSAGE HAS BEEN SCREENED BY THE ISB

 

PASSED TO AIDAN DARKFIRE FROM A JEDI KNIGHT COMMLINK #8859-559-2022-331

 

ISSUED TO A SANDY SARNA. YOU MAY DISREGARD THIS MESSAGE IF YOU BELIEVE IT IS SPAM

 

 

“Aiden, its Sandy, I pray that you have made it through the fighting on Kuat, and if this message finds you well, please let me know if there is anything I can do to help. The Empire, you, anything. I’m here.”

 

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Admiral Beck sat behind his desk with the viewport of Nar Shaddaa to his back. His own mind was frantic and full of ideas that were giving him a headache as he looked over many holo-reports and other elements of the recent Battle of Kuat. Deep down, he blamed himself for the loss there, which he felt was directly related to having his Empress lost to the forces of the Axis fleets. Letting out a very loud sigh, he pushed a report away from his sight in an attempt to regain his own mind back from the slavery he had now put it in. It was at that moment that his door buzzed, followed by Commander Monilar walking through the door and gave a bow. It was the first time he had done so, as it was protocol to wait to enter unless he had urgent news. Because of this, Beck straighten up.

 

"Admiral... I have two very urgent pieces of news for you. The first is less pressing. The Jedi have assembled on Borleias and have made an open declaration to help rescue the Empress to anyone wanting to help. The second is much more important... our intelligence may have located the Empress..."

 

The final words perked up Beck to the point of where he suddenly found himself standing up. Looking away into the distance, he thought upon what exactly could all of this mean? But the thought was quickly dismissed as he was an Admiral of the Imperial Remnant. He was the leadership for the moment. Looking back into the eyes of Commander Monilar, he was direct and ready.

 

"Prepare Heaven's Taint for departure to Borleias. I want two intelligence officers to travel with me. Also... notify RG-126 to have a squad ready to leave within the hour... We're going to bring our Empress home."

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LOCATION: Temporary training outpost Omicron three six - Nar Shaddaa.

 

Ambrose stood in the corner watching as three sets of the Empire’s more seasoned veterans and commando hopefuls squared off. Fluidly, as if by second nature the trio of duos threw themselves at each other, trained moves, interrupted by the occasional improved strike learned via extra, off duty training, or cantina brawls. It was probably a good thing that Ambrose was all of and nothing more than a brain in a jar nestled within the massive Dark Trooper Phase III suit he currently called home. How he longed to interject himself into these training sessions. He could not. His hulking metallic form would easily crush the warriors seeking to advance themselves. He had learned that early on after sending an entire squad of rookie Stormtroopers to the medical ward with a variety of concussions and broken bones. So here he stood, resigned himself to observing and pointing out apparent inconsistencies. These men were not commandos yet. Drawn from the ranks of enlisted naval, army, Stormtrooper, and Intelligence personnel, many of the soldiers here had shown exceptional bravery, fortitude, and outside the box thinking during the battle of Kuat or the innumerable minor skirmishes that had erupted since with the Axis forces.

 

As he stood watching, his mind grimacing at the clear divergences from Imperial hand-to-hand combat training techniques, but he did not move. He had been tasked with training Imperial commandos, not reprogramming their basic training techniques. If these warriors had made it this far in their careers, clearly they were doing something right. Inwardly, Ambrose Veshok doubted that he was the right man for this job. After all, hadn’t he been the one to throw an entire ship full of soldiers into the planetary shield of Bespin? Hadn’t he been the one to wreak havoc on the Imperial medical base at Carida? Perhaps he was being punished. That was all he could resign himself to. The Empress was gone, the fleet had fallen, and the scattered remnants of the remnants of the once mighty galactic Empire were making with all haste here, to Nar Shaddaa, by all rights not an Imperial world, but one that belonged to the Hutts. They had not even tried to mount a rescue of the Empress yet. For all he knew, she was dead and the upper ranks were squabbling over what to do. No, this was not the Empire he had joined so many years before. Yet he was a good soldier even in his failures. He would stay and train the next generation of Imperial commandos, even if it was his punishment. They would be the best damn commandos the remnant had ever seen!

 

”No! No! No!” he bellowed, his mechanical voice echoing across the relatively desolate training arena as one of the commandos tapped out after being flipped through the air and slammed to his back, his opponent’s hand around his throat. He was not stopping the drill because the trainee with the advantage was clearly pressing it, pushing his fellow to the point of black out. No, Ambrose stopped the drill because the other trainee had tapped out. ”There is no room for surrender where you are going. Do you think the Rebellion showed mercy to soldiers on Endor? OF course not! What about all the soldiers aboard the Death Star who died without a chance to face their foes head on? Do you think they were showed mercy when they cried out for their mothers? You play like you practice! There is no tapping out. There is no surrender. We are the last razor’s edge of the Empire. After us, there is nothing. Do you understand? Nothing! Without us the Axis runs roughshod over the galaxy. We are the final wall!”

 

The rage and pain of Ambrose’ proverbial heart poured out in his words. He meant every word and if these jockeys thought that they could tap out when the going got rough he had no use for them. Stepping forward, his metal foot sending dust billowing upwards from the packed earth, Ambrose hefted the supine combatant into the air, his massive mechanized hand crushing the man’s frame beneath it. ”AND WE DO NOT ABANDON THAT POST!” he bellowed angrily before sending the hapless soldier careening back down to the dust.

 

”Again!” he snapped as he turned to eye the five others who were watching. Only one had a smile playing across his face. Whether that was at his brother’s suffering or because he understood what Ambrose was talking about, Ambrose did not know; but he was pleased to see that his actions had gotten a reaction. As the fallen trooper picked himself up, the group began to square off again, as Ambrose took back up his post, only to be interrupted a moment later by the arrival of a courier who handed Ambrose a note.

 

Crumpling it in his hand, Ambrose held up his free hand, signaling the half-dozen to stop. ”Report to your quarters. We’ve got orders. he spoke, all tell of his emotions now gone from his dark mechanized voice. In that moment, Ambrose saw clarity. It was a clarity he had not seen since he had arrived on Nar Shaddaa, except when he tried to throw himself into his assignment. Here, he was finally being tasked with something fitting the tortures he had undergone for the Empire.

 

The Empress.

 

She spared my life. It is time that I honor that mercy.

 

Making his way into what counted as an office for a cybernetic ranking soldier of the Empire, Frond clumsily uncoiled the large wire from under the desk that held is assigned computer. Expertly, he wove it through his armored plates and plugged it into a hidden port. With practiced expertise, he cycled through a myriad of unread disregarded messages from fellow officers looking to find joy in their off duty hours with the company of attractive young ladies and spiced Corellian wine, messages adjusting the weekly mess menu, messages advising new arrivals to Nar Shaddaa, known survivors, and known losses for the troops searching for friends, family, and battle buddies. None of that mattered to him, so he had pretty much forgone ever even checking messages. If someone needed something, it was not hard to find Ambrose Veshok. After all he was the only nine foot three inch mechanized death machine authorized to walk about the base without an escort. Cycling through the messages, he found the one he was looking for. Apparently Command still had not caught up with the fact that he had forgone this level of communications. Scanning the message, Ambrose would have smiled if he had the muscles to do so. He was to hand pick a squad of Commandos and report to Admiral Beck Pilon within the hour.

 

Within the hour?

 

Ambrose glanced at the holoclock on the wall and then back at the message timestamp. That hour was 17 minutes ago.

 

Whoops!

 

Standing, Ambrose wrenched the cord free, disconnecting himself from the computer. He strode out. He knew just who was going to go and rescue the Empress. For a venture like this, rank did not matter. For a venture like this, all that mattered was having the best of the best. They needed soldiers hardened by their training, their missions, and their environment; soldiers who could not just complete their mission, but that could survive and if the need arose willingly lay down their lives for their Empire. There were only so many men Ambrose would trust with such a task. The 73rd Cold Weather Combat Battlegroup was where Ambrose had spent the bulk of his career, engaging hostiles on the most desolate windswept godforsaken planets in the galaxy. Even though he had not monitored his messages, Ambrose still kept an ear out for word that any of his old battle buddies had resurfaced on Nar Shaddaa. With luck seven of his fellows had. Each one a trained and experience snow trooper with a myriad of tours with the 73rd and otherwise.

 

Walking down the narrow hallways that connected the makeshift surface barracks, Ambrose found the central command center. He had grown accustomed to the looks of shock and fear that his hulking form was met with, so he did not even notice as the lowly private began to voice a protest but drew back at the site of Ambrose plated forearm and the clearly concealed hatches that houses the duel blaster cannons in each. Without a word, Ambrose scanned the private’s computer screen until he found what he was looking for. A few minutes later, his fellow members of the 73rd had been ordered to report to Beck in orbit immediately. All they needed to do was grab their gear and go. Orders would follow.

 

”Seven plus one makes eight. We need one more.” Ambrose growled to himself. Although the green soldier at the desk did not think that as his mouth gaped open and shut several times trying to engage his mind and fathom an acceptable response. At the same time Ambrose’ mind whirled thinking about who could fill the final slot. He knew, even as much as he did not want to consciously admit it. That smiling buffoon in the arena. What was his name? Kesto? Ketsy? Ambrose scanned down through the list of soldiers in the barracks. There it was. Ketso Kast. That smiling idiot would do well. He had grit and determination and the experience to prove it. Ambrose had read his file. Well, more so glanced it over. Several promising years as a member of the Imperial Army serving as an advanced recon scout in some of the hottest, most humid regions the galaxy had to offer. The man had taken not only blasterfire in the name of the Empire, but apparently the man still had a few aged slugs floating around inside somewhere too. Yes, he’d work. Pushing the same buttons, Ambrose sent a message to the man’s room, summoning him to Beck as well.

 

Standing up, Ambrose’ head scraped the ceiling, raining sparks down on the desk where the terrified private sat still trying to muster the courage to blink much less speak. ”At ease soldier. You saw nothing,” the cyborg growled before turning with stooped head and stalking off. His seven fellow stormtroopers and the commando recruit made eight. The traditional Imperial squad was made of nine. There was no way Ambrose would let Beck fill that slot with anyone but himself. He’d be damned if he was not going to rescue the Empress too.

 

Quickly, he made his way to the massive lift that connected the surface with the orbital station above; a recent addition to expedite Imperial movements from space to the surface and back. It did not take long for the massive war machine to carve a path through the crowds and find a seat aboard the lift. Glancing to his left and right, Ambrose was content to see his fellows finding their own seats, whispering amongst themselves wondering to what special task they had been summoned. Ambrose doubted any of them recognized him. Rapping a metal knuckle against his freshly repaired metal knee with a light gong that was lost in the din of voices, he had undergone quite the transformation. Still, it was good to see some of his old comrades. Their presence gave him a sense of peace and knowledge that wherever the Empress might be that they actually stood a chance of wrestling her away from the grasp of whatever slimy darkness had her in their clutches.

 

It was not long before the eight men and Ambrose were all standing at attention aboard the Heaven’s Taint. All that was needed now were their orders from High Command.

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Beck arrived at the dock where Heaven's Taint stood ready. Commander Monilar had followed him out to the docks to see him off, and Beck thanked him for his work and gave him marching orders to follow until his own arrival back. He then boarded his own ship where two intelligence officers stood ready for him to give him the full run down, along with RG-126 and his squad, ready for the mission. As the ship lifted and took off, Beck gave only a slight word of encouragement before the ship blasted into hyperspace towards Borleias.

 

"Oaths we have made for the Empire. Today, we will fulfill them all."

 

And with that, the ship was well on its way.

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The Soresu was a cramped hulled vessel, a design that predated Sandy’s birth by almost fifteen decades, but according to the captain Rana Kusaseka, a Zabrak who had served the jedi order for nearly that long, or at least dating to before the Master Starlisk, the hull was tight and she could ‘stick it to the enemies of peace for as long as a star destroyer.’ Sandy heavily doubted that, but the ship would nonetheless would likely be appreciated by the empire. Watching the last week of holoreporting had been heartbreaking for Knight Senya, and her mood was dour as she stood around the small holotable at the center of the command module in the Soresu. She had never been good at leaving her emotions behind her, and captain Rana was giving her a glare for whatever sourness she was passing into the force. The two pilots in attendance, both jedi aces and twins from Dathomir grinned at her from behind faces of tan skin. Liamiar Kalistrasos the male, and commander of the aged Y-wing bomber squadron with his bulging arms of muscle smiled broadly at her apparent frustration. It wasn’t a smile of mocking however, but a smile of knowing encouragement. Both he and his sister had been ardent supporters of the interventionist policies of Adenna and the other knights that had followed her.

 

That was the initial curse of the Imperial Knights, Sandy thought, Revanchists had taken the creme of the jedi order with them. Leaving only the indecisive, the pacifists, or the obscenely loyal of the Jedi. When if they had merely stayed another few months, the internal revolt of those that desired to bring the Jedi wholesale into the conflict would have driven the entire order to war. Instead, brave and alone, the Imperial Knights had fought their battle against the Sith and had payed for it.

 

The silence was broken by the sister, Tenna, who short and lithe was everything her brother was not, which also reflected in her command of the A-Wings attached to the Soresu.

 

“So we strike for Nar Shadaa? This is the will of the grand master?”

 

Sandy was about to retort that it was of course the will of the whole jedi order but Rana held up a hand.

 

“It is the will of the force miss Kalistrasos. We cannot let our old friends stand alone against the darkness. Their empress has been captured by the Sith, and is enduring torture and who knows what else. If you listen to the force, it is preparing to break like a wave on the sands of time. This will be our last hurrah against the darkness and I for one will not stand by and let the young form the spearpoint. We have our orders yes, but this is a much larger game.”

 

The hyperspace deliminator began to flash and he sighed.

 

A minute later the Soresu and its escort came out of hyperspace over the Imperial Frontier.

 

It was Sandy that gave message of their arrival to the Imperial forces, and she opened a comm on the channel designated for use by the Imperial Knights which had been given to her by Kyrie.

 

“Jedi Corvette Soresu, responding for the call of aid to the Imperial Knights.”

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An encrypted holospace transmission is redirected from Borleais to Sandy Sarna's vessel.

 

 

What showed first was the rotating 3-dimensional hologram of an allied Jedi commander who spoke curtly,

 

"Master Sarna, this message was received in response to the Jedi Summons. It appears to be from your apprentice. We thought it best to forward it on to you immediately. We are. . . .er . . .not entirely sure what the tree means. The message came from pretty far out though."

 

With that the commander's head vanished, replaced by that of Frond's, looking much worse for the wear as his entire nose had been carved from his face, leaving a gaping hole in the middle of the tree-like beings head. His voice was somber as he spoke

 

"A seed on the mount

Buffeted by windy gales

Wrong about the worm

 

Cut down like timber

Two snakes ravaged our mission

Ficcabin Yule gone"

 

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The corvettes carrying the orphans and refugees soon arrived at Nar Shaddaa and landed at one of the many port cities on the Nal Huttan moon. In his adolescent years, Kel had often heard many travelers refer to this world as smuggler's moon. this combined with the fact that it was next to the home world of the Hutts  meant this world was a veritable breeding ground of gangsters, thieves, and crime lords. Kel hoped that this place would only be a stop gap on their journey. Kel sent an encrypted transmission to the imperial fleet on Chandrila informing them of their safe arrival. once that was done, Kel went to seek council with his fellow Jedi while they waited for further orders. 

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It was only in the safety of the cockpit of the venerable Jedi Ace Pernition that Sandy began to come down from the adrenaline high of the fight. First her fingers became numb as the cold of the Ace’s interior finally pressed past her body's defenses. She shivered, and cried out at the pain from her shattered chest armour. Probing numb fingers came back bloody and a glance at the reflection of the viewport showed the entire front of her tunic was a dark red.

That's when the pain came in and she hissed and pressed her fingers back onto the wound.

The R4 unit chortled something uncouth and Sandy let out a biting laugh as she fished on her belt for her medical pouch and when she had retrieved it she broke open the hard case with a rap against the steering yolk.

Bacta. Cauterize. Bacta Again. Gauze. Tape.

And it was only a few hours later that Sandy arrived over the now bustling small world of Nar Shaddaa. Letting the imperial fighters guide her into a birth belongside the landed Jedi vessels did not take much concentration, and when she had stepped from her cockpit, Imperial medics gave her a one over in the hanger before clearing her as walking wounded.

The planet smelled like fear. It was rank on the now capital of the Imperial Remnant. Or whatever was left of it. It took nearly an hour of sifting through the murky haze surrounding the planet to find her erstwhile apprentice, and some hours later she found him beside one of the GA frigates that was undergoing maintenance. She was paler than normal and was in a spare imperial BDU. Stark grey, with red bloodstripes, her Jedi tunic and armour having been discarded by the medics earlier.

“Kel!” She pulled him into a fierce embrace before stepping back. “How was your journey? What did you learn?”

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Kel Stood beside an alliance frigate in the shipyard when his master found and pulled him into a tight hug. Kel had an overwhelming sense of relief and elation at her return and happily reciprocated the embrace. the hug was brief, but he appreciated it all the same. "It's so good to see you again master. I've learned so much from master Tobias while you were away. And even Frond, rest his soul. I was following master Tobias and his apprentices to Taris when I felt the brewing conflict on Chandrila. I remembered what he said about the big picture, and felt that the place I was most needed was by your side." He then pulled out his saber from the belt loop of his dark brown apprentice garb showing it to her. "So, here I am. My light saber is yours master. I'm ready to help in any way I can." 

 

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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.

 

((Approved by Tim))

 

Edited by Aleria Thorne

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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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