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Dropping out of hyperspace in orbit around Ilum brought a strange solitary wave of lonely sorrow swept over him; a cry in The Force that seemed to echo from the planet itself. Having spent the majority of the trip bathed in the warm glow of a portable sunlight generator in a corner of the common room, Frond physically felt refreshed; aside from the strange aura of sad suffering that permeated the very hull of the ship. Even that aura though paled in comparison to the lonely silent song echoing from the planet itself.

 

Inhaling deeply through his very pores, Frond took in the dry stale, slightly liquor-stained air of the ship, blocking out everything but the call he felt echoing upwards; allowing those with the knowledge and knowhow, and the pit droids, to bring the ship downwards towards the icy planet. Lost in the echoing reaches of The Force, he reached out as far and wide as he could, his mind following the millions of tendrilled lines of The Force radiating upwards from the world; each crystal own unique strand of thinnest gold. Inhaling deeply, he could see and feel where the planet intertwined with the greater web of the The Force as it radiated throughout the nearly empty universe they seemingly found themselves in. Even then, Frond could feel it; something was not right.

 

Once they touched down, Frond shuffled down the boarding ramp into the cold crisp fresh air of Ilum; his plant-based body soaking in the freshness and revitalizing his foliage even in the crunching crackling cold of the snow beneath his feet. Moving forward, he paused as they approached the temple setting atop the greatest of the crystal filled caves, a soft echoing sobbing carrying across the icy plains. Turning to look at his comrades with wordless wonder and curiosity he awaited their responses to the endless sadness that crescendoed over them.

 

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The ship settled onto its landing struts. The air could be heard as it hit an angle just right and a low whistle could be heard for a moment. Even in the ship it felt… odd. So calm- as if there was a presence here that called to the forces of nature to be calm and languaid here. Attuned as he was, Tobias wondered what he was missing. The report had refreshed so much of his recent memories- stuff he was trying to repress into the darkness of his mind. The darkness…

 

Swinging his left leg over the bench and resting his back against the wall- he was pointed towards the cockpit. His head rolled back to the wall and Tobias closed his eyes. The arm he had been resting- his left- raised the glass to his lips and let the liquid in the glass bottle flow into his mouth. Savoring the sweet taste, he pursed his lips and set the bottle down with a soft clink. He sighed as if that would ease his burden.

 

Chal’lar’s face appeared in front of him then disappeared. Tobias’s brow wrinkled at the sight- but his eyes remained closed. There was something out there alright- spurring some of these memories. Some of the memories that appeared felt like they did not actually belong in his mind. He had experienced this before- memories that were not his own. That was why he now wore gloves the majority of the time. Gloves would block most of the flood of memories whenever he touched an object- but this laid within the Force itself so the gloves were of little use when the stirrings weren’t tangible.

 

Another sigh- but he didn’t hear or feel it oddly enough. His mind was detached from his body. Not his normal meditation routine- but something was pushing him along to this path. Flashes of light and shapes. As if he were being shot through a focusing crystal or… a prism. Searching the ripples of the Force Tobias felt for the signature of a particular fish in this pond. Was there such a fish in the Ilum pond? No.... There was no evidence of that particular fish here. It was just the urgings of the Force- but why? Why was the Force calling to him like this? There weren’t any Aing-tii here and his alien friend and mentor was Dwelling within the Veil. As the Jedi Master stretched out further- he felt a chill run down his spine. He needed a drink.

 

Shaking the beverage from his mind- he refocused on his connection with the Force- and he heard the voice. Feeling the pain and sorrow. And the words- but they all sounded as if a wisp of air flowing past. Nothing discernable. Cautiously- he tried to scan either side of him within the Force trying to see if the presence was to either side. A moment and still nothing, unless…

 

There was a hand gripping Tobias’s shoulder now. It had to be through the Force because his back was against the wall on the ship. Lurching forward- he realized where he was now. He was Mind Walking again. Without really going through the steps. Was that even possible?

 

The surroundings materialized as much as possible, it really was all mist and haze.The hand was still digging into his shoulder and Tobias was fearful that it would break his collarbone and he made the motion to brush it off. The ethereal plane of existence showed the hand disappearing as if it were dust caught in a gust of wind as it vacated his shoulder. Questioning what the dust was- he looked around only to see yellow orbs floating just beyond clairvoyant line of sight. Sweeping his eyes back and forth looking for something familiar, he had spent a great deal of time here after all, he refocused on the yellow orbs. They weren’t just orbs. And there weren’t just twelve of them any more. Tobias was surprised- and took the natural reaction to shock and confusion- took a step back. Also known as: The worst decision he could have made.

 

Turning in the mist to take another step away from the eyes, he fell- hands had reached up from the ground and pulled him down. Struggling was useless, but he still did so. He was now pinned to the ground- being pulled into the solid surface. His body cried out in protest as he struggled against being pulled through the floor. How was this happening? Why?!

 

He felt cold air on his eyeballs and down into his lungs- he gasped and took a sharp breath in. He was back aboard the Prism. Slightly disoriented, he looked around as he leapt from the bench. Taking a defensive posture for unarmed combat- he waited for the yellow eyes to appear. It was a minute before his brain caught up with what had just happened. It was a bad dream, he had dozed off, and just had a bad dream… that had to be it. At least, he wished it was it. Sighing one last time as the room was empty of foes, he sat back down and waited for the others to come into gather up before they headed outside to see what Ilum had in store for them. Returning to his datapad and drink- he refocused on the report he was reading. Sleep would not come to him now, despite his exhaustion. There was something more than just crystals here…

 

Frond was the first to spur everyone into action. Tobias handed out the necessary cold-weather gear to everyone, made sure to give everyone a commlink and run down if they were seperated to return to the Prism. He and Sandy had medpacks, Tobias had rope around his torso like a bandolier with grappling hooks if need be. These were caves afterall…

 

Misgivings galore, they bundled up and walked down the ramp. Tobias had detached the saber part from his staff and had it slung around his back, as well as his spare two and a blaster. It was his typical outfitting- he rarely wore Jedi Robes since he had an allergic reaction to them- so Vos felt quite comfortable, physically.

 

“Why do I always end up on snow planets…” Tobias murmured as the Jedi flock walked outside, his face semi hidden behind the hood of his parka.

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Kota felt like he was placed into a daze of sorts since the arrival of others on Iridonia. He still hadn't gotten his chance to talk with Sandy, the girl of whom he figured was a Jedi Knight, and therefore would outrank him in a sense. It was all very new to him, the aliens encountered, the lingo used, and even to have someone care for him without any reason at all. Although, deep down, he felt as if Tobias held another reason to wanting to take him as an apprentice. He just couldn't figure it out yet. And then there was Frond... There was something about the tree like creature that almost begged a curiosity. Part of him wanted to know more about him and why he was so willing to leave his own home and become... a fish out of water? He made a mental note to inquire as to his past and his life down the road.

 

As he followed everyone off the ship, he was met with the strong cold air. He wasn't prepared for it at all and almost immediately had rock hard nipples due to the cold stinging air. He tried to wrap the coat he was given closer and tighter, but it was to no avail. Choosing that he could ignore it until they reached a bit warmer spot, he walked up to stand next to Tobias, or as he figured he should start calling him, Master. He heard the very soft murmured words leave his mouth, and Kota felt like it was his job to respond.

 

"Iridonia held arid air. This planet has glass shattering cold." Kota lifted a hand to indicate his rock hard nipples before he continued. "I'd rather the stuffiness of the ship. Why are we here again?"

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The force moved so oddly on this planet. Its tides brought a cacophony of voices that seeped past her mental barriers to whisper in languages unknown to her ears. Sandy wrinkled her freckled nose as she stepped off the transport and her boot slid on the slick granite beneath the landing ramp. She caught herself on the ramp’s lower piston and growled her discontent at the wind. She ignored the voices for the moment, she had learned long ago that she was susceptible to them when the force was strong and its eddies deep. She reached down with a hand and checked her lightsabre hilt, ensuring that it was still dangling from the quick release cord at her wais, before she pulled her hood over her thin face. The cold was biting to exposed skin, and it pierced the loose fabrics of her tunic like an arrow. Chilling her to the bone before she fully wrapped herself in the nerf fur coat and pulled its fluffy hood over her eyes.

 

She placed a hand on Frond’s wooden back. As if to reassure him that she was still there as they began to walk, or to stumble there way to the caves and the temple that stood there. “If you find the voices overwhelming, I can assist you, if you feel them begin to strike at you call out, we Jedi will help.” Her emerald eyes slid from front to Kel then to Kota Ni. She laughed as he pulled his coat around himself and her breath turned to fog before her mouth.

“It happens to everyone Kota, don’t worry about that. Modesty is always good but you needn't be embarrassed around us. Ok?”

 

She stumbled again as her body began to readjust against the cold and she pulled herself back up to standing before helping Adenna up from where she had tripped. Sandy could feel the warmth of Nanites beginning to heat up her body and she was for the first time grateful for those micromachines. If one looked close enough, the veins in her arms and forehead emitted a soft glow of yellow orange light, from the Nanites heating mechanisms.

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Tobias barked a laugh, and slapped the young boy on the back. In his secondary line of thinking he regretted he did not have any combat suits for Kota or Kel. Frond was doing well with going al-natural. Sandy was just big enough to go fit into a hooded parka he had aboard.

 

Increasingly, Tobias enjoyed Kota’s company. “My young apprentice, it might help if you zip your jacket up. Also, we are here for lightsaber crystals. San-“ Vos caught himself, about to correct himself but why try to change his stripes now? He cleared his throat; “Sandy asked for my help getting here, and you will eventually need a crystal to power a proper lightsaber. Lightsabers are a vital key tool for Jedi. Once the training saber tests have been passed- you will craft your own blade. It will be unique to you. For example…” Vos drew the double blade off his back. Attached to his combat suit but under his parka it was easy enough access. With a flourish he ignited his blade. A most unusual color for a blade, Viridian, the blue-green almost teal color bathed the area in its light. “I tore apart a Dark Side Entity and was gifted this crystal. It calls to me as I call to it- we are linked together.” Vos spun the blade- just ignited on one side for now- melting the snow for a half meter in front of the group. The light disappeared with a snap-hiss and a following click indicated it was reattached to his back again. “The crystals, and something else perhaps. The three of you- reach out think about what you feel- not to cold- but the subtle vibration coming off the planet. Do you each feel it? Good…”

 

Distracted now, as he was tuning into the vibration as well, he knelt in the snow at the edge of the melted away patch. Taking his left hand out of his glove, he connected his fingertips to the ground. The frozen surface called to him. Whatever was calling out with such sorrow had been here for… a very long time. Closing his eyes to dig further in- he tried to slow the flood of memories and emotions from the ground. The last people here, the Jedi that have walked this path before, the closing of the temple, the incredible vibrations of the Force that came from within the cave- then tears, laughter, anger, intelligence, celebration, mourning- it all flowed into him in the same fashion. Trying to pull apart the details was more challenging. There weren’t any yellow eyes this time to startle him. Perhaps since he was expecting to see them- he wouldn’t now.

 

There was a lot to grasp here in the surface of this frigid world. That wasn’t why he was here though- but as with all things the Force was here and one must take notes of their surroundings just in case it comes in handy. Sometimes, even the smallest detail could prove the most important in a life saving situation. Or to pull someone back from the Darkness- to to set them free.

 

Inside his mind that last statement resonated as what he was seeing with his psychometric powers- all other glimpses floated away on the mental breeze. To be set free- and his moments with Adenna- the first one- where he slid down the banister back on Tython- to the night of Sandy’s ascension to Jedi Knight when he let Adenna into very being. To be set free, just like all of his feelings that were dammed up.

 

He let it flow- calling to whatever wanted to be set free- if it was worthy of being set free, then so be it. Could crystals really speak like this? Set forth emotions within the Force for so long that he could pick them up within the ground?

 

Being exposed to the elements didn’t take long to have an effect on his hand- it was done in less than a minute from reaching down and it was screaming to be covered back up. Blinking twice- Tobias rose back to his feet, putting the glove back on then turned to see the rest of the Jedi. “I suppose we should get a move on- Frond- your nipples look about as hard as Kota’s.” With complete seriousness, then turned. Inwardly, he laughed at his own joke. That was definitely a knee slapper. Sandy reassured the Togrutan as well, and then- Adenna was there- Tobias smiled immediately. He was glad she was feeling up to this. Sandy was giving her a hand after the little ice slick at the end of the ramp, with that he turned back around.

 

“C’mon gang, let’s see what the caves hold for us.”

 

There was something more though... faintly suppressed memories started to bubble up like random sparking of a wet battery. They weren't his memories- but they still belonged to his past. He had changed, he was better than that now. He had saved so many- come so far- but these sparking were not going to stop anytime soon- He tried to push them back down and out of his mind- but this was a good enough time to have another drink, just to suppress those memories. With a hydration straw- he did just that. He had known he would need a drink down in the caves. Because it was mostly liquor- the hydropack wouldn't freeze. There would be time to regret this later.

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Frond's and Kota's nipples aside, as well as Sandy's primal need for a mate, as the group grew closer to the Temple, they would notice an abundance of native fauna beginning to gather, mostly snowfeather birds hopping along outside enjoying the eerily calmed weather, but also a large concentration of Asharl Panthers located within the Temple and Crystal Caves as well.

 

The air here would be calm, almost pacifying as they entered the temple, the large cats playfully pouncing about with each other in the fashion of a pride, leisurely laying about and basking in the aura that emanated from beneath them kilometers below the hall's surface. And those that would touch upon its aura would feel a saddening warmth, as if Ilum's harsh environment no longer found its place within the fauna filled halls, a heartbroken calm lingering within the air, almost as if peace had been once found in a singular death.

 

Yet, still the weeping echoed through the minds of the group and through the corridors of the Temple, the same message sobbing about, the temple and planet shaking with each booming word. "I'm sorry. So very sorry. I never meant for this to happen. I never wanted this." Like a broken holorecord, it repeated infinitely, as if the last longer thoughts of a broken soul.

 

And once the group entered the the sacred Crystal Caves, they would stumble upon the remains of several fallen beings, obviously torn to shreds by the Panthers that lingered back within the temple, stolen crystals still within their pouches, evidence that they were here for deviant reasons and whatever laid within had prevented the theft. But something strange was pulsating from within the crystals themselves, both in the pouches of the would be thieves as well as those that grew around them, an almost sentient presence echoing through-out the entire cave's system, its origins below.

 

Again the broken record boomed, the cave rattling upon its voice, crystal and rocks shifting loose before the structure settled its self, and off in the distance, a previously undiscovered shaft revealed its self, spelunking gear still tied off and leading down into its abyss, evidence left behind by the deceased thieves, connecting a singular dot that they had been what awoken the presence.

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”Have nipples I no.”

 

Frond retorted, correcting the Jedi who had joined them on their quest. He had seen it before; men who had travelled beyond shadows only to have their minds twisted and morphed leaving them nothing but babbling buffoons unable to tell fact from fiction; beings who he and his fellow Mind Walkers pitied even more so than the unenlightened masses. But all of that was well out of Frond’s plant-based foreign mental concentrations as he and his fellows pressed onwards.

 

With his eyes open, Frond watched his footing, each shuffling footstep assuredly planted on the frozen earthen ice or smooth flooring of the temple, as his mind sought to search out the unseen all around them. He could feel the presences of his fellow sojourners, almost able to physically see their thin pulsating tendrils in The Force, binding them all together.

 

Once inside the temple, things seemed to change. Frond could still sense his fellows and even the crystals far beneath their feet calling to him; but there was something more. A presence accompanied the voice. The voice was growing louder and louder with each footstep. Inside the temple, a sort of otherworldly presence that lamented something, what he did not know. In that lament, Frond felt a sort of sad radiating warmth surging from within the temple, from nowhere and everywhere; radiated tenfold by the microscopic pulsating of the innumerable crystals just out of sight and reach.

 

Still, the sense of loss was a familiar one, just like the predatory creatures lounging about. Back on Kashyyk when he was not venturing beyond the physical realm, bathed in The Force, Beyond Shadows, he had taken moments from time to time to watch the fearsome predatory beasts of the world frolic in his shared bits of sunlight filtered down from above.

 

The Force purest the form not manipulated was by who those knowledge claimed; but those that by within simply existed it.

 

That thought comforted him for a moment, as he shuffled forward; drawn by the strong strand of foreign ancient life that called through the auras of The Force on the planet, closer and closer towards the crystal filled caverns below. But the beasts were the same as Kashyyk, just as the sense of loss he had felt shortly before he had left. That loss had been when he had first entered into the mass gathering of Jedi as they mourned the loss of their leader. The feeling of loss was palpably almost identical.

 

”Very Curious.”

 

He whispered to himself, his breath not broadcasting a puff of steamy smoke-like air, unlike when his fellows spoke. Even as the cold began to curl the edges of his dense foliage-based body hair, Frond knew that he would have to come back here when it was all done and over. This place, so cold and vast, empty yet vibrantly full, it called to his soul.

 

Shuffling forward through the Jedi-less temple, Frond followed the vibrant chord that echoed through the crystals. Moving deeper into the temple towards the caverns beneath, Frond paused before carefully stepping over the fallen bodies of the trespassers; their hidden treasures radiating with the same voice and feeling that permeated the temple.

 

”Jedi not Sith not trespassers. Something is perhaps askew here more than believe we. Stolen Ilum they from have.”

 

Plodding forward into the caves the ground began to quake, and a twinge of The Force seemingly urged Frond to sidestep just before a chunk of icy stone tumbled through the air and shattered on the ground where he had been standing a moment before. Looking upwards at the sound of a distant rumbling across the crystal and voice filled cavern, Frond saw a void that extended deeper into the earth open up. Even so, Frond paused, the crystals calling to him. Even as the presence emanated through the crystals, the Neti could feel the crystals themselves calling to him. He had but to reach out and pluck one from the ground, or two, or three. . . they all called to him. All of them.

 

Crouching down, he ran his knotted knuckled tendrilled hands gently across the tops of the crystals, feeling their presence as they mingled with his own golden tendril within The Force.

 

”Hello friends.”

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As Kel gazed upon the snowy white world of ilum, his eyes squinted. Were it not for his goggles, he would have been blinded twice over. once by the planet's atmosphere, and again from the light glaring off the snow. He followed his fellow jedi in their quest for crystals. Though, as time went on, Kel felt something was off about Ilum. During his time studying the Baran do, he had learned to pick up on things like shifting ground and subtle changes in the weather. however none of his past experiences allowed Kel to pick up on what was happen on the world of ice. And that troubled him the most. he could only hope that he and his fellows would be prepared for what's coming.

 

as we entered the temple, we came upon the grueling visage of bodies that were mauled by the local wild life. he watched frond study one of the corpses and deduced they were a group of bandits. "So that leaves us with two, no, three questions. What were they after? how did they know to come here? and why were they after it in the first place."

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Observing the surroundings as the crew made their way through the temple- or outpost- to the caves and beasts. Tobias made certain to scope out the animals: he didn’t want to kill them, but he wanted the group to be ready to defend themselves if need be. The darkness below them was all too familiar; there was always an ‘endless pit’ whenever there was a quest. Funny how standard that was around the universe. Keeping away from the edge, the group came upon the trespassers. Small flakes of gravel and a few stones came down- Frond moved to one side as a particular rock had his number on it.

 

The shaking subsided- and Tobias was a little…. Alarmed that Frond was kneeling over the corpses. What was the tree doing? Three steps and Tobias’s guess was confirmed- there were crystals around the bodies and Frond was inspecting them. A sense of hurt resounded deep within the Jedi Master. Small, but noticeable. Frond’s hands glided over the crystals but did not touch them. Tobias joined him kneeling over the bodies but was careful not to touch or disturb anything.

 

“Jedi Frond is quite observant, we should return these crystals to the cave.These crystals are for Jedi- not thieves- and I think we should return them inside. That is how I interpret their call.” Tobias nodded over to the new entry. A small stirring resounded deep within the Force with Tobias- and let the words come out of his mouth without a filter or even to think about them. “I’ll entrust you and the others to complete that task.”

 

“Likewise with you, Jedi Kel- good questions. It appears they were after crystals, perhaps they thought they could craft lightsabers or perhaps blasters with lightsaber-like abilities? I sense a greedy tone about their bodies so undoubtedly they were going to try to make weapons from these. They would have failed no matter what- only Force Users can craft small weapons like lightsabers and align the crystals precisely. Ilum is no real secret- but these raiders thought, foolishly, that they could get away with it. Sadly, not the case. I’ll give you another question to think about- Why did these travelers get attacked, yet we are safe from our four-legged friends back there?” Tobias winked at the Kel’Dor apprentice and rose back to his feet.

 

With his injured arm- Tobias beckoned to Kota. “Kota, come have a look.These aren’t for us, but we will have to take care of them. There is a bond between the Jedi and these crystals. This is a very important step for you- each of you. All of us.” Tobias took a few steps back so the three apprentices could look at the crystals more closely.

 

Walking back over towards Sandy and Adenna, he felt his own crystal call to him- not in any words or anything it was just happy upon Tobias’s lesson he was giving. As he reached the two ladies, he turned and stood shoulder to shoulder next to Adenna. Crossing his hands in front of him, he let his head tilt to the side, resting it against Adennas’ as a small sign of affection. She reached up to scratch his back- but through the layers of cloth and the battle suit- he barely felt it. A moment passed by like that then Tobias straightened- spoke to just the Knights; “Whenever I see Darex again, I will mention this to him. We should have a few folks here to stand guard. Nothing to much as to draw unwanted attention to this place, but just so this won’t happen again.”

 

A sigh escaped his lips, he knew whatever he suggested was going to be viewed with suspicion and resistance. The crystals on his back in his sabers- with the viridian one leading the charge was urging him to change and hope. Change what? Hope for what? There also was that feeling that someone was calling to him within the cavern- well… two people...

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The planet was indeed cold and it felt as if he was stuck in a fridge of some sort. Kota didn’t mind it so much, but rather just had an annoyance to it. Plus, he never truly got a chance to feel such cold airs before. He decided that such a thing was something he would need to find his own solution to fast, as it clearly didn’t bother everyone else as much as it did for him.

 

From the corner of his own eye, he looked at Frond and watched his movements. The tree like being seemed to have a knowledge and connection to the Force that surpassed what Kota could even imagine, or at least he assumed that was the case. There was some mystery as to what he was looking at, as he hung back from the rest of the group, but then Tobias spoke about what Frond had found. The sense in the air changed to hold a tingle of sharp coldness as he walked closer and listened in to what Tobais spoke of. He looked down at the bodies, or rather, the crystals as his master spoke.

 

At a first glance, he couldn’t really tell anything special about them. They were small, and color seemed to be absent from them. He reached down to poke one with his gloved finger to see if anything special would happen. Nothing.

 

Turning his own face to disappointment, he looked up at Frond for a second to see if the tree like being was able to get them to do anything for him. But he held a smile upon his face and seemed rather satisfied with just the way they looked. He then turned to face the Kel Dor, but he seemed okay with just staring at them from the distance where he stood. Kota now looked down at the crystals again and let a lopsided frown take over his face. Well this is disappointing for sure. There was a sense of him wanting something special to happen upon touching them, as the other two clearly felt content with just staring at them. And outside of Frond gently moving his fingers over them, Kota was the only one to touch them.

 

Feeling far less satisfied with how things turned out so far, he stood up and began to walk closer to Tobias Vos. He let his own emotions hang openly upon his face as he came to stand next to him. “What was is the purpose of the crystals exactly? You said they share a bond with Jedi... but I’m not sure I understand what you mean by that?”

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This was too much too soon for Kota. Was this an error in judgement on his part for bringing him along? It was looking like that. Why had it seemed like a great idea to bring him along? They should have started smaller. Tobias let all those thoughts wash over him for a moment- trying to see the error in his judgement and what he could do to rectify it moving forward. Or was Kota just being an impatient teenager? Thoughts swirled in his mind as he picked them out one by one.

 

Vos took a deep breath and brought out a single hilt blade from his back- his yellow crystal was inside. “When a Force User finds a natural crystal that communicates with them more clearly than the others- there is a sort of bond that forms via the Force. You see, the crystal is a focusing lens inside the hilt- it helps the wielder focus. A crystal that you bond or are given with will always help you hear and use the force more clearly and effectively than one you take- or steal. If you are fighting more than one opponent- say… Sandy and Adenna were to fight just me. If Adenna is attacking me with her blade I have to defend myself, right? That's just physical attacks- Sandy could be back out of the main confrontation and trying to interrupt my mind and connection with the Force on the mental battlefield. If I am have my blade- the crystal within will assist me focusing on defense- mentally and physically. Or really whatever I need the Force for, or whatever the Force bids me to do.”

 

Tobias chuckled- “Just as an example, you know. There is a slight bond between us three- and if we were to fight one another we could use that bond between us as a weapon to hurt one another. Theres two realms you must always consider- the physical and the menta. Both can be influenced through the Force.”

With the single bladed hilt dangling in front of him, Tobias removed a panel of the blade to reveal the yellow crystal inside. “This was a gift from a friend of mine- so I do have a bond with this one, but not as strong as my viridian- which I earned.” After Kota got a good look at the guts of the Jedi weapon- Tobias closed it and hooked it back onto his combat suit. “You have yet to see these in action, I know, but be patient: you will soon. The training blade Frond gifted you is not strong enough to be a real blade, that is a synthetic crystal and specifically made not to slice through things like walls and limbs. But, we can speak more about that later. Now, though, I think it is best we gather the crystals from our thieves, and make our way further into the caverns.”

 

No, Kota was fine, he was curious- and a teenager. He had not been so different that long ago either. He would find his Jedi-Feet soon.

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Frond nodded slowly to himself barely hearing the words of his fellow travellers as he allowed the presence of The Force that radiated from the crystals to wash over him. He could feel the signature of each as together they radiated upwards into the vast network of The Force. It was warm and comforting. These crystals, here, even taken from their rightful perch, held all that was true and beautiful in The Force; a connection without political or personal machinations, a connection free from the light and the dark. They were there.

 

”Right you are. Them to return I the caves will.”

 

Gently, Frond began to pluck each crystal from the ground where they had fallen, a slight knothole opening up alongside his chest. Reverently, the tree-like being, nestled each individual crystal within his own body; feeling their warmth radiate through his person as their signatures in The Force blended with his own. Carefully, Frond searched the area to ensure that each crystal that had fallen was recovered, his knotty tendrilled hands running over the cool ground and searching through the fallen satchels, which were all empty; save for one.

 

As Frond picked up the final satchel, he could not only feel the weight of a larger crystal inside; but he could feel it’s presence in The Force, mingling upwards and outwards.

 

is wrong something. . .

 

Slowly tipping the worn leather bag a hefty green triclinic crystal tumbled out into his outstretched hand.

 

”here have we what?”

 

Frond pondered aloud as the crystal touched his barky skin. The downright cool presence of the crystal against his skin differed from the warmth of the others, almost as if it had lost it’s very will to reach out and be bonded to The Force. Something had happened, and as Frond held the icy green crystal upwards to inspect it out of his own shadow in the light of one of his comrades he saw it. On the flattest side of the infinite lattices of the crystal there was a single deep jagged fissure arched downwards into the crystal itself where when closely inspected he could see the spider webbing red strands permeating through the crystal.

 

Something but happened what?

 

Turning to show the crystals to his fellows, he spoke,

 

”this crystal to happened something. Injured been has it. Given up still has not it its quarrel. The Balance it a servant is. One blended as darkness light. Its choice not by. Me balanced like. Kindred in are we The Force. ”

 

Gently Frond took the crystal and instead of tucking into the knotted hole in his side like the others, he palmed it in his hand and reached upwards to one of the smaller branches jutting from his head. Willingly the branch itself opened to accept the crystal as Frond slid it into the knotty opening that enveloped the crystal and swallowed it, growing around to conceal the crystal out of sight as if it was never there; save for the icy breath that radiated slightly right around the motionless limb.

 

Picking himself back up to his imposing full height, Frond smiled at his much younger master,

 

”a crystal Mistress Sandy that found calls I to me have. Saber can perhaps my use I construct to it?”

 

Turning to Kota and Kel, he continued with a singsong voice and a large smile stretched across his wrinkled barky face,

 

”Pokes slow.”

 

A moment of joy radiating from his usually calm melancholy force signature.

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Sandy walked behind her eagre apprentices, her green eyes scanning and taking in the sights as she did, every breath turning into an icy mist that gritted against her skin and flushed her pale freckled cheeks. The persistent biting cold was an irritation, but the nanites kept most of the effect away from her and avoided frostbite on her face. But beyond the cold, the force whispered in her ear. Emotions, sadness, regret, woe, it all came flooding in through the force in a nexus of bitterness. Though the crystals were a sight to behold, she did not spend much time looking at them other than to try to sense if there was danger nearby.

 

Faustian soldiers had long lain in the icy muck of their destruction. Entrails frozen in matted pools of crystalline blood. Their last thoughts leaving their faces horribly grotesque in death and Sandy felt pity for them. To be left to die on such a planet was the worst of fates for men that sought riches and honour, and she wished their abandoned families well, though she did not mourn the deaths of any Faustian soldier or Acolyte. They deserved any death that came upon them.

 

When she next looked up her apprentices were scattered about, collecting crystals.

 

“Be careful boys, there is much here that we do not know.”

 

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The gems, nestled warmly inside Frond, reacted in bliss within their wooden vassell, feeling safe and warm in a similarity to that of an unborn infant within its mother's womb, a subtle reaction amidst the Force here and there that would feel like nudges here and there as long as he carried them. His story, almost as ancient as theirs, were very similar, knowing a home for so long and suddenly being plucked from it with disregard to their own desires as they awaited the ones whom would bond with them.

 

Their lives were shrouded in darkness, having never seen the light as they had now, the shimmering glow that sparkled among them within the satchels and now the Neti. It had brought a semblance of life into them, and now they would forever know what it meant to be bonded and taken, despite the harsh way they were previous claimed. Yet, in the Neti known as Fond, they saw the light and hope in ones heart, and this settled them back into their co-existant state. One by one, their hum would slowly fade into slumber as each awaited the day they would be claimed once again in peace.

 

But now the truth of Ilum was beginning to be revealed, a unwanted pull aching them onward into the depths below, the presence once again beckoning them to push forward, down the shaft, into the abyss below, several kilometers beneath the known passageways and mapped sections of the Crystal Caves. It was a pull of sadness, a pull of regret and guilt, and it ached to find peace. Again the ground shook as the sobs echoed, a moderate tremor rattling the cage and letting loose a wave of energy that permeated all the way back to the surface and beyond.

 

Something deep within the cave was beginning to crack, to fracture, and what it contained would seep outward in waves. At first, the group would only notice the wails and the sobbing that shook the ground and echoed both through the caverns and within their minds in an eerily two toned voice. But as they climbed downward into the abyss, the presence would begin to grow stronger as each meter was delved. For at the bottom laid a cavern sealed away for millennia, large crystalized structures adorning its floors, walls, and ceilings. But laid within would be the most mesmerizing sight any had ever beheld.

 

The cavern its self was rather small compared to some of the more known ravines that the Jedi had mapped out over the centuries, with large crystals sprouting from its blackened soil and rock in almost every direction. But in the center would be the largest crystal, a crystal that shown heavily of fractures and chipped surfaces similar to the shards that Frond had picked from the thieves. And at its feet laid the last of the thieves, torn to shreds by an seemingly unknown force. But that wasn't what was so eye catching, for what laid within the crystal, was what appeared to be a humanoid creature almost identical to the human race, a singular tear drop frozen in time and immortalized just as she was, within this apparent Kyber Prison. And behind the crystal, two large eyes appeared, glowing a similar aqua hue just as the crystals around them glowed and pulsated.

 

"Begone" A sentient voice spoke, the eyes moving forward into the light to reveal an extremely large Asharl Panther as its fangs exposed themselves, covered in blood from the victim that laid before them. "Disturb not, the prisoner of the immortals."

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As the congregation of Jedi submerged further into the dark cavern only illuminated by the same crystals they were pursuing started coming to an end, Tobias made his way to the front. In a somewhat unconscious urging, he felt he needed to be out in front just in case there was any danger within the smaller cavern. Nothing could be done about the shaking of the tunnels as they dived deeper save for deflecting the larger boulders here and there as needed. It was a welcome distraction to the echo of the Force coming from off Ilum.

 

Tobias could feel there was a significant loss of life out within the galaxy proper. The Force was shaking with anger and injury. Perhaps it was a trick of the local crystals- but he could feel so much more than what was just here. The sorrow was a little overpowering, it would have been if he had not almost shut the door in his mind to that flood of emotion. Here he was connected in a way he had only felt Within the Veil. He needed to be in seven different places right now- this instant- and yet he needed to focus on his duties right here, right now.

 

The multitude of emotions coming from the cavern was almost painful to standby and be witness to. As cliche as it was- there was eyes peering at them from behind a shadow. Tobias focused on the eyes; were they the same eyes that was in his nightmares? Was he the only one seeing them? The Knights behind him gave off a tiny spike of adrenaline as they obviously saw the eyes as well. Then the apprentices.

 

Pulling back the hood of his parka, Tobias looked up at the beast that came from behind the shadows. Slowly, deliberately- The Jedi Master brought his arms out to his sides- palms upward to convey to the beast that they were not here for a fight. Letting his Force Presence radiate peace and tranquility, he called to the beast that had just spoken to the group.

 

“We have come here to fix the violation these interlopers inflicted.” Vos slowly motioned his left hand to the corpse at the panthers feet. “We did not know this cavern was here. For that, I apologize. My name is Master Tobias Vos, of the Jedi Order- and I ask you: What is going on here? Why are you hiding in this cavern? Who are you?” Tobias’s voice turned from respectful- to commanding. His tone didn’t go too far, but he also left it as he wanted answers.

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Kota did his best to try to understand the words that Tobias spoke about the crystals. They seemed… eloquent in a way that it rested any question that could even come to his own mind. Yet, somehow still… he was no closer to fully understanding what exactly it all meant. No one else seemed to bat an eye at the words spoken. He allowed for a moment to steal a glance at Sandy to see what she was doing. Her eyes were not on him, yet he could see her eyes flicker in the soft light of the cave. Her skin was soft and appeared cold to even him. But he decided that it was no place for him to let his own mind stay focused upon her.

 

He pulled his own coat closer as he moved to try to stay close to Tobias. Although there was a sense that Tobias was almost like the cool uncle, the tree like creature Frond radiated something familiar to him that he couldn’t figure out. It stirred some emotions within him, but nothing that he could place a finger on. It was like being homesick for a place he’d never been or seen. Kota eyed the creature before turning his own eyes downward to watch every step of Tobias. He quickly decided that it must just be the crystals he stored in his body that was radiating the feeling.

 

As he walked looking down, he felt a few emotions rise up. Fear. It rose like a great wave and then crashed into despair. He felt sadden by the amount of pressure of the two combined. The sadness became heavy quickly and brought a terrible tension to the forefront of his head. He had to stop and place both hands upon his head for a moment to get it to stop. It didn’t stop though. He looked up to see that he had fallen back a bit, but not too far behind.

 

“…What is that feeling…” Kota said it as he fought back tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. He wasn't even certain who would have heard him, or if he was even loud enough to be heard.

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Frond shuffled along, the strange emotional waves in The Force echoing invisibly off the walls and his fellows. Here and there chunks of the walls and ceiling crashed to the ground, only The Force serving to help the plodding potless plant avoid being crushed beneath them.

 

it nearby is.

 

The presence, whatever, whoever it was, was closer with every step. Even so, Frond remained calm. The Force was strong here, misbalanced amongst the cosmos, but strong and purer here than most places he had ever gone; even the floors of Kashyyyk where the din of life all but drowned out the permeating darkness. The crystals safely nestled within his body, radiated a strange soothing otherworldly glow. Their presence a soothing comfort as they moved deeper towards the emotional torrent.

 

Still, he did promise to return the ill-gained crystals. As most of the group pressed forward towards the source of the planetary conflict, Frond noticed that his fellow apprentice, the young Togruta, had fallen behind. Slowing even more, Frond fell into step with the young red skinned Kota, his eyes looking up and down the cold youngling with pity.

 

Emotions. Beings are young these so emotional always. Know the peace not do they The Force of.

 

 

”Radiate The Force through emotions strong can the marks on others of their holder leaving. You allow trouble it to not do. Mystery is work at here of The Force some. Our masters trust. To deal anomalies such they trained with are. “

 

Tapping his own chest with three dull thumps, Frond offered a warm smile that stretched across his mouth all the way up to his woody eyes.

 

"Mind Walkers are we content merely allow to observe and flow The Force as desires it. Protect influence and seek to Jedi.”

 

Noting that their fellow travellers pressed onwards down towards the source of the sobbing, Frond gestured, a playful look in his eye as he silently suggested Kota follow him, down an adjacent tunnel leading to one of the larger repositories of crystals visited by generations of Jedi.

 

”Purity amongst the crystals subside will perhaps your headache.”

 

Without waiting for an answer, Frond plodded forward down the adjacent tunnel, intent on replacing the crystals amongst their brethren. He was confident that his comrades would be more than capable of handling the presence deeper within. If not, perhaps they were not willed by The Force to carry any further, there was nothing his presence would do to change it either way.

 

Several minutes of plodding along later, the dim lights from elsewhere within the caves reflected here and there amongst the crystalline growths in the walls providing the faintest of light by which to safely travel downwards deeper and deeper, and Frond found himself coming out into a massive room. The room was mostly filled with inky blackness, save for where the faint light from far off reflected amongst the crystals. Carefully, Frond made his way towards the center of the room. Here, he could still feel the waves of emotions radiating around him, amplified yet dulled by the crystals on all sides. Here he was amongst the pure. Neither light nor dark, these crystals radiated with the truthfulness of The Force.

 

Standing there in the dim light, Frond’s rooty feet found hold in the rocky terrain beneath them; anchoring him amongst the crystals. With a flash of yellow light, Frond’s body twisted and morphed. Where a plant-based being had stood just before, now rose up into the inky darkness above, a brown barked twisted tree, it’s black glistening foliage barely reflecting the dim lights of the crystals in the darkness. In every knothole of the twisted trunk of the tree sat an exposed crystal that Frond had salvaged from the trespassers. The Neti Frond would wait as long as needed, awash in the unadulterated glow of the crystals force presence. When the crystals had settled, Frond would happily replace them amongst their kindred.

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the question that master Vos proposed had occurred earlier in Kel's mind, but he had simply written it off as one of the thieves provoking the beasts. however now that he thought about it why were the panthers here to begin with? the records he had studied about the gathering back on Felucia made no mention of the wildlife being aggressive or territorial. If this were the case then jedi would have a much more difficult time gathering crystals. Did Tobias imply that there was another reason? He mentioned that the crystals were meant for Jedi. Did the force act through these panthers as a way of protecting the crystals?

 

As kel gazed at the corpes, he spotted a blaster just a few feet away. A model six or Quick-6 as it was commonly known. a blaster popular among hunters for its effective stun blasts. Kel grabbed the blaster along with a holster from one of the bandits and secured it around his waist. "This will be perfect for constructing my light saber." Although he still had to obtain a crystal. And Frond was already ahead of Kota and I in that department. even going so far as to call us slowpokes.

 

"You might have been the first to find a crystal, but you can bet that i'll finish building my saber first." Kel rebuttled.

 

as we ventured deeper into the temple caverns, the sense of dread he felt upon their arrival, further intensified. Frond and Kota had diverged onto a different path. Knowing from past experience that Frond's little escapades lead to trouble at some point, Kel opted to follow the two of them."Hey, wait up!" he held no doubt that Frond could hold his own, and part of him knew that Kota would be fine as long as he was with Frond, but he knew that three jedi would be better than two. The three of us mad our way to a large, dark room with only a single ray of light in the room's center. Kel watched as Frond took root and transformed yet again into a tree at the center. however frond had twisted the trunk and made a knothole for each crystal. As the light reflected off of each crystal, the room grew a little bit brighter. the serenity of the crystals helped to put Kel's mind at ease. His doubts vanished and he began to think more positively.

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As Sandy walked through the hallways of crystal, her breath turning to icy clouds that stung her face, her bright eyes caught the figure in the centre of the room. The woman hung suspended in crystalline ice and a voice shattered the stillness of the cave. A prisoner. Tat was what this girl was, a prisoner of some ancient race, perhaps the Rakata? Or whatever they were called and the outrage of it seized the young girl from the slums of Gala. Whoever these beings were that decided to encase a girl in crystal for no reason deserved whatever fight Sandy was about to stir up.

 

It was the actions of the Imperial Knights perhaps, a rash attack against perceived injustice, that seized Sandy Senya and brought her lightsabre up in a spitting pillar of white light. No thought was in her mind as to why the girl was encased, or whatever demon that was going to affect them afterwards. Tobias would recognize it as the rashness and self righteousness of not Jedi order, but of the Greys, or those that used the force in red armour and served an empress. She extended her hand and pulled the force to her, focusing it into a sphere of power that she released at the pair of eyes. A solid wind of the force that would grab hold of the beast and hurl it into the rows of sharp crystals. And in the eyes of the young Jedi Knight, white hot light reflected. Her voice echoed in the cavern as she started forwards, holding her lightsabre at an angle above her head in the style of Vom Tag.

 

“Release her, no prisoner deserves that fate.”

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"Care not, do I, what name you go by." The large Panther spoke, hunching its head forward and laying its sensory tentacles backwards in a threatened manner as it snarled at those who encroached upon its den. "This is the prison of the Architect, by the Immortals was she forever imprisoned for her crimes. Leave now, or become like those who came before you. Once again the beast snarled, momentarily distracted by the large rumble of the cave systems once again just as the one known as Sandy voiced her opinion and displayed her power.

 

Feeling her power crash upon his form during his distraction, he found himself thrown upon the enlarged pulsating shards, their edges slicing into him like pins. Feeling the pain, he grew enraged, charging forth with ferosity and intent, his maw gaping wide in his attack. Yet as he neared the three that had entered the chamber, a large cracking sound echoed throughout the chamber, soon with wails and sobs following as the crystal prison began to splinter, and in an instant, shatter.

 

A maelstrom of power surged through-out the entirety of the cavern, the ground rattling and shaking all around them as the entrance caves in behind them, trapping them within. Pain, aungish, regret... all began to flow forth immensely. And the cries, they no longer echoed, but we heard clearly as a single memory flushed forward in that very moment, ensnaring them all within. Even the ones who remained outside would feel and see it for what it was, learning the truth of what had ached for release and regretted its imprisonment.

 

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First to be shown was that of technology being handed by their own eyes to what appeared to be an aquatic race, the race easily identified as the Rakata by those who studied the Jedi Order's extensive knowledge of ancient history. Then it would flash to beings of unknown origin, humanoid in appearance, yet immensely powerful speaking of a war with the Rakata species and that they had been the ones responsible as Overlords responsible for keeping the species in check.

 

Guilt would be felt, very similar to what they had been feeling during their journey here. Regret would settle in their hearts that they had trusted such a cannibalistic race with the level of technology they had been given. Remorse could be felt as thousands of racial names echoed within their minds having grown extinct, including some they would have known, but most unknown at the hands of this very same species. And finally, dread would settle, as the humanoid beings retreated from the known galaxy toward another, leaving behind the failed task here in this one.

 

The last image they would recieve ie that of themselves being frozen in Kyber as payment for what was revered as treachery, the last of the fleeing Humanoids leaving behind a part of himself as a guardian, tied forever to the prison that seemingly bound them, its essence forever flowing through the Kyber that grew around her prison as it fell through the atmosphere and crashed upon the frozen tundra. Just as the crystal solidified, a singular tear strolled down their cheeks and became forever trapped just as they were, darkness overcoming them.

 

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Just as the crystal shattered, the Panther fell upon its side in convulsions, an aura of aqua hue leaking from its flesh just as it did through-out the entirety of the cavern and the crystals that laid within. Where the kyber prison had stood, a form fell forward upon the ground with a large thud just as the panther beside her completely dissipated, the crystalized tear still grasping upon her cheek as a few more leaked from her closed eyes over it. She was breathing, but her temperature was beginning to drop fast as the planets own began to effect her.

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Hyperspace

 

A low-pitched humming could be heard throughout the entire hull of the Horizon Chaser as its pilot and mechanic was working on making himself a meal. Even as the food cooked and sizzled over the small power converter, Ficcabin bobbed his head in perfect beat to the tune in his head. Sometimes he even broke his humming and sung loudly (and poorly) that old song from home.

 

When you and me made two, the universe knew that we knew that the numbers were true, too true, oh but too true for two so we drew on us two and into the blue we flew cause we knew we overthrew the ones for two…

 

He couldn’t help but spin around once, remembering that one Twilek woman back on Jagga II and how she had similarly spun him around over and over. The news and item she had given the Givin was something he had only been hoping for a long time. A lead. True, it did cost him a little bit of pride as he lost his footing to her during the numerous dances she challenged the pilot, but it was all worth it. The value he had gotten of being embarrassed was less than or equal to what he had gained.

 

But then came a seed, and that seed made three and the need to feed had to heed and I had to bleed to see so we three could speed through the galaxy unheeded…

 

Another spin. The skeletal being stood in one place, twisting his legs as the bad dancer as he truly was. His makeshift spatula, a piece of twisted metal, began to rhythmically tap on the walls of the hull, the high-pitched noise ringing throughout the nearly empty vessel. It had been emptied earlier since his last job, with the plans of after an exploration of Ilum and the ruins that were rumored to be there, Ficcabin could make his way back to Corescant. That place always had odd jobs for a good pilot. But first, Ilum. Possible Jedi ruins awaited him, and he could work more on his theory. Maybe he could even find someone who could tell him where the Jedi lived currently. After all, ruins had caretakers sometimes.

 

As Ficcabin began to spin again, his foot got caught on his travel bag and fell forward. While he caught himself on the open panel where the power converter was cooking his meal, saving himself a nasty head wound. Even as he caught himself however, he heard the metallic clanging of something metal bouncing and rolling on the floor. The Given looked up and was horrified to see that a small coin like object was rolling across the floor. He made a dive for it, but it was too late as it fell between the cracks where the floor could open to an under section of the ship.

 

Ficcabin sighed to himself in annoyance, knowing he could either retrieve the object right away, or tend to his cooking food before it got burnt. He reasoned in his head that the coin-like object could get stuck further in the ship and he did promise that Twilek he would return it. Thus retrieving the coin was worth greater than making sure his food cooked properly. As he crawled underneath the floor, he cursed himself for not putting lights in the area. There we are Ficcabin muttered as he blindly found the coin, feeling the strange designs on it. But even as he did, his hand brushed something he hadn’t expected. A small data pad. Puzzled, he switched it on. The pale blue light that illuminated the cramped area made a shape of a squat fat human that Ficcabin recognized instantly.

 

“Hey skullface” the recording of the Twilek’s husband growled. If Ficcabin had eyes he would’ve rolled them. He hated that nickname. “You touched my wife you lil punk“

 

For prime number sake, I just danced with her and she betted that there was no such thing as Givin dancing. Ficcabin muttered, knowing it was only a recording. Not like you could dance anyway slime sweat.

 

“That’s why you are going to pay. If you don’t come meet me at the cantina tonight, you won’t ever be able to dismantle that lil bomb at your feet.”

 

That got Ficcabin’s attention. He glanced down and saw a large metal box, with some wires connecting deeper into the ship. There were some lights flashing on it.

 

“Its connected to your ship so that way the next time you exit hyperspace, it’ll go off and send you and your grabby lil fingers to the afterlife, should you try to run from me. Or you are too ignorant a pilot to recheck all your ship’s systems. So you are going to –“

 

Ficcabin didn’t listen after that. He had dropped the recording and was scrambling out of the underside to get to the cockpit area. The vacuumed sealed door opened allowing the Givin to jump into the seat to begin to manually adjust the hyperspace journey so he could go longer. Perhaps he could get enough time to –

 

Over Ilum

 

In the first second, the ship exited hyperspace flawlessly, the calculations of the Givin perfect. In the next second, a small explosion near one of the engines sent the ship into a spin towards the icy surface.

 

Ficcabin was frantic. He was busy dividing his attention between trying to regain control of the ship in the midst of the storm on the planet, calculating a landing procedure for a ship not designed to crash face-first and chanting the prime numbers to prevent falling into a blind panic.

 

2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, 29… The skeletal hands moved all across the cockpit, flipping switched and slamming consoles with first hand knowledge that a designer and pilot had. As the ship came closer and closer to the ground, the panic in Ficcabin grew and grew despite the chanting. .

 

31, 37, 41, 43, 47, 53, 59, 61… Ficcabin desperately clung to the fact that he could land this. He had designed this ship. He knew how it worked. He knew the physics. He could control the situation.

 

67, 71, 73, 79, 83, 89, 97, 101… The ship began to pull up and level out, its bottom skipping once across the ice and snow, before breaking into a sheer slide. Ficcabin could only chant and stare in horror as some sort of object came into view

 

103, 107, 109, 113, 127... Any moment now the ship would crash with the building that he could clearly see now. He didn't notice how the weather had suddenly shifted as he got closer and closer. The panic was growing in him. He couldn't control himself much longer. In the last moment he tucked his head down and covered himself with his arms.

 

131, 137, 139…

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At first Vos was angry at Sandy; her blatant circumvention of him and lashing out the way she had. A Jedi used the Force for Knowledge and Defense. What she had just done was not in defense, perhaps in defense of the figure encased in the crystal- but there were nonviolent ways to have freed her, if she deserved to be free. Did she? Had the vision revealed her past? A mistake she made. Obviously she held onto the guilt of that decision for however long that had been. Five-thousand years? Ish? Surely that long dwelling on her actions should be enough. The prisoner should be freed.

 

Was that just a Force apparition of a panther? Did that matter in the grand scheme of things?

 

This was how Sandy’s reaction to Adenna’s words aboard the space station sparked her outburst. The fight and revelation that Sandy walked away from as a Jedi Knight.

 

Vos clasped his hands in front of him but only for a moment as he looked at the blonde-haired knight. He took in the scene that laid before him.

 

Then, movement caught his eye. Turning his attention from Sandy to the now shivering form of the former captive- Vos rushed over pulling off his jacket. He was wearing his combat vac suit that warmed him without the aid of the jacket, so he shed it as fast as he could manage and wrapped the small woman inside the big coat. The small female form was easy to scoop up. Her breath poured out her nostrils like a dragon. The former prisoner was unconscious, but alive. Tobias decided he would take her back up to the ship before hypothermia claimed one of her digits. Raising from his knees he looked over at Sandy.

 

She had done the right thing, it was Tobias who was in the wrong about the way she should have handled that whole situation. Taking a deep breath with the girl in his arms- he nodded approval to Sandy. Respect and confidence filled the Force for her to feel. Gently, Tobias made his way to the pack of Jedi where he left them, kissed Adenna lightly on the cheek- her face warm on his lips. She kissed him back as she squeezed his arm and winked. Tobias laughed, winked, and started his way back up the cavern before calling back.

 

“I will want my apprentice back in one piece, Ladies. Kota- you should make friends down here with a new pet. I of course do not mean Apprentice Frond- however exotic he may be.” Tobias’s laugh echoed off the walls of the cavern as his figure became darker as he made his way further from the group. It was his holy crusade to get Frond to laugh...

 

He left his apprentice with Adenna and Sandy- he would be fine. They were just getting crystals afterall….

 

Retracing his steps back up the caverns path was easier without the quakes. Idly, Vos looked down over the frame he held in his arms. Was she the reason for the quakes? She was strong with the Force. Something felt off, however, and Tobias knew he would have to keep an eye on this one. Rushing, but not running- Tobias made his way past the panthers and back to the ship. There didn’t appear to be any hypothermia setting in and Vos took that as a good sign. After he had set in in a bunk with a blanket and a warming pad that was supposed to help those who had sore muscles and such, he fell back onto is rear end. The coat he had wrapped around her was discarded across the cargo bay. Breathing with some effort- Tobias let his back rest against a container. His legs outstretched before him.

 

“Who are you, little one?” Tobias softly questioned, without any real expectation of an answer- she was still sleeping.

 

“I am Ni, you should know this by now.” Tobias jerked- his head knocking into the container behind him, he leg now under him and he was resting on his left hip. Clearly- Vos’s guard was down and Ni had startled him. Ni was a droid, and somewhat vacant from the Force. Vos glared at the Pit Droid. The droid shrugged “Something just came out of hyperspace- figured you should know since you’re back. And since this frozen world is desolated- figured it was bounty hunters after you.” The sardonic droid had popped his head in, and now with that final statement had started to walk back towards the rear of the ship. In a know-it-all sort of voice he called back, “And it’s approach vector puts it landing about five feet away.”

 

Tobias leapt up, a sense of urgency in his aura- but the droids wouldn’t know. Tobias spun out into the hallway, leaving his coat behind. Lightsabers came to him from the floor where Tobias laid the girl out- and attached to his back. “Time.” He demanded, making his way to the boarding ramp.

 

 

Ni, now overtaken was forced underneath Tobias’s legs as the Jedi Master made his way with haste back to the outside. “About three minutes.”

 

Tobias clenched his fist as the realization hit him- Ni had obviously known about the ship since he stepped back on board- and they were just NOW telling him? Hitting the controls to lower the ramp- he looked at Knight who held a blaster in both her hands, while her extendable vibroblade quivered in its socket. Ikky stood behind Knight, Tobias issued his orders; “if they adjust course in anyway- move the ship out of its impact zone- we need to keep our vessel in one piece.” Ikky nodded and ran back into engineering- slapped a few switched and ran back past them towards the front of the ship. Ni, just caught up to Tobias and Knight. “That was rude, you know. I should used this on you.” He hefted a flamethrower. A very homemade flamethrower. Tobias had a bad feeling about this one.

 

As he made his way outside with Knight and Ni, Tobias focused- Knight pointing up into the sky. There it was- the black spec coming towards them. Vos spoke a command; “K'ascah” and the helmet encased his face, giving him a tactical feed on the inbound craft. The velocity started to climb- and as Tobias queued up his visuals more and more- he realized something. Confirming it with a zoomed in view. The ship wasn’t spinning as a normal operational mechanism: it was out of control. The pilot inside was a flurry of emotion- but in control of it. There was a determination about the mind- but other than that he couldn’t tell what species it was, so he didn’t have a baseline for its emotions. It was clear though, this wasn’t a bounty hunter. “He’s not here for a bounty, put those away.” Tobias’s voice was sharp as he directed his two PIT Droids.

 

Hindsight was twenty-twenty, he knew- he wished he had someone else here to help him, but he made the journey by himself up here and would have to accomplish this himself.

 

As if a light had gone off above his head- Tobias got an idea. Calling to the crystals that were around him- asking to combine their strengths and to let Vos use it for just a moment- the Ship had bottomed out on top a hill and was starting to careen towards he, the droids, his ship, and the temple behind him.

 

There was a determination about him- one of steel and conviction. Like ice- but unlike his surroundings. He held out his hands and felt the ship speeding towards him in the Force. He imagined his hands were big enough to grasp each side of the ship and push it back just a little bit at a time.

 

Steadfast; Tobias multiplied his efforts over and over- the strength and power of the crystals around him and reaching into Ilum bolstering his efforts- this ship was going to kill him if it didn’t stop. Gritting his teeth- he pushed it back little by little- down to 30 km/h and diving- the roar of the ground splitting after the metal hull cut into it was getting louder and louder. In his mind’s eye he saw the craft slow to a halt- it slowed to a halt- it slowed to a halt- the image flashed in his mind over and over. As the noise started to slow, but not grow quieter- Vos opened his eyes and was surprised: The ship was under him. In his concentration, he must leapt up to stand on top the newly arrived ship. It creaked and groaned under him- a result of coming into the atmosphere uncontrolled and a violent landing. The hull was hissing in protest of the snow around it- the two extremes fighting one another for equilibrium.

 

“Please tell me you got that.” A droid voice called out.

 

Tobias looked over to see Ni looking at Knight. Knight was nodding his head. Tobias rolled his eyes and shook his head- he did want to see that footage though. Jedi recruitment footage perhaps? Something to play at his funeral?

 

Reaching out to thank the planet’s crystals for a brief moment, Tobias backflipped off the ship and started to pace its perimeter. What could once be described as a hatch was apparent, Vos flung the door aside with the Force.

 

While the interior of the ship seemed a mess now, nothing stood out other than a small line of smoke that filled the entry. Ordering the droids to check it out- to see if they were going to blow up in five minutes or not- Tobias walked in, activating his helmet lights to give him some sight into the mess around him. This wasn’t a bounty hunters ship, that much he was sure. Carefully, Tobias made his way towards the front of the ship- trying to get a sense of the presence he felt earlier. “Hello! Are you still alive? I think you scratched your hull a little bit.”

 

The unknown alien presence was alive, but weak.

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Strange figures danced before her gaze as she began to awake, her sight hard to focus as light began to appear, shadows at first as the focus slowly began to return. Even in the darkness of the cavern, she could make out their figures for a singular moment before darkness would once again overcome her. She could make out the pulsating Crystal's, still empowered by the one who had imprisoned her, his voice still echoing within the beast as he fell to one of those before her. And as she fell back into her deep sleep once again, she felt the touch of another upon her form, warmth emitting within the cold cavern.

 

Again, this time in a strange metallic form surrounding her, she began to awake. She could hear the hum of ther artificial air and heat as much as the mechanical instruments surrounding her, a sense of calmness only momentarily linger before she sat up with a fearful gasp, grasping at the cloth that had been laid over her in an attempt to warm her nearly frozen body. Her mind fell into overdrive, wondering where she was, what happened to the crystal that imprisoned her, why was she free. But most importantly, the wonderment of who had freed her. Was her time finally served for the crime she had committed?

 

Her head ached with intense pain, her body as well, her muscles deprived and malnourished. Within moments she felt her stomach churn and what remained of her last meal, however millennia old, found its self upon the durasteel floor in a pile of black vile, the hacking and gagging hiding the creaking of her hoarse voice as she spit the remains that still sat within her mouth out. Feeling light headed, she leaned back against the cold steel behind her, catching herself in place and breathing slowly.

 

Moments would pass into minutes as she sat there, alone, within the metallic form as she guess to her location. Her brown hair and eyes lightened with the subtle fear that possessed her heart of the unknown. She knew she was aboard a ship, its origin unknown to her. And she attempted to reach out to her Masters, but to no avail, leading her into loneliness and emptiness. She knew they had blamed her for the Rakata uprising, but it was their orders that led her to assimilate them into the fold just as she had done so many before. So why did they forsake her so rashly? Why the need of such punishment? Was she no more than the Architect the made her to be? Tears began to flow from her eyes again, causing her to notice something strange upon her cheek.

 

It was unnoticeable at first, the tears flowing over it at first. But as the warmth of her tears turned cold in the recycled heat of the metallic ship, she noticed that something felt off upon her cheek, as if something blocked the path of her tears. Pulling her fingers up to where it was located, she felt the small crystalized tear upon her cheek and plucked it from her face like a small thorn, gazing at the subtle kyber form it had became. It pulsated with power, her own emotions and feelings whispering back to her from within its crystalline form, and she felt its call.

 

"What are you little one?" She questioned, her voice though hoarse, spoke with a soft gentleness to it as she stared into the crystal that found its self held between her thumb and index finger with wonderment. "Are you a gift from the Masters?"

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At the moments of the ship miraculously slowing down, Ficcabin felt something. To describe it was impossible for the scientific minded Givin. It was more than a momentary tangible sensation, but at the same time it was less than just a brief touch of emotion. It was simultaneously quantifiable and undeterminable. A definite presence of a fleeting serenity that didn’t exist. Then it was gone.

 

Ficcabin raised his head after a long pause. He looked in wonder around the cockpit, amazed at the fact that he was still alive. Before him outside the window, an old building that he could only describe as a temple stood proud. Somehow, despite all the impossibilities, his ship didn’t crash into it. For a moment he just stared at it, a feeling of giddy rising up in him. This was it. He found it and somehow beaten the odds of landing. How did he do that?

 

An alarm went off in the cockpit, warning of a fire. His thoughts suddenly remembered that his ship had still in fact crashed into the planet.

 

“Zero under!” he cursed. He tried to stand up quickly, only to collapse back into his chair. He was feeling dizzy and his muscles were weak, a common symptom after surviving a crash. His body began to ache as well, the result from being tense the entire crash. Still, he had to hurry, before the flames damaged the more vital systems. Struggling to fight his body’s urgings to stay still and recover, Ficcabin stumbled for the door. Each step was a struggle but he kept forward.

 

However as the door opened, the lights of some humanoid being blinded him. In his addled state, he panicked, believing the being to be some sort of pirate or marauder. Instinctively his bony hand went for the blaster pistol at his side and began to bring it up, only for it to fall out of his hands as he fell to the side, catching himself on the doorway. It was evident the small skeletal being was in no condition to fight.

 

“Please, don’t hurt me, I’m just a scientist.” Ficcabin begged to the unknown being before him, holding a hand up to block the blinding lights.

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It was too late. Or at least that was a thought that sprang to Vos’s mind. He was too late to save the being inside the crashed ship. What he saw was a skeletal figure before him. Tobias did try his best. After a brief reflection of the situation that was laid out for him- he realized the being was alive- and moving! The bones tried to point a blaster- but ultimately failed- the weapon dropping to the floor.

 

In the back of the ship where the two PIT droids had gone off to- the sounds of a fire extinguisher blasts could be heard along with some chatter from the droids. Lights blinked and some. The being stumbled again- and the Jedi Master concentrated on him again. It even called out for Tobias not to kill him because he was a scientist. Then the connection was made- Tobias realized that he was actually speaking to a member of the Givin species.

 

Uttering a single word: “Ch'itkashn” The faceplate of his helmet retracted. Cold air could once again be felt on his face with occasional waves of heat.

 

Tobias laughed- and called to the being, in his typical joking matter. “Hey, hey now- no worries I’m just here to collect the landing fee, and emergency services fee.” The Givin was trying to shield his eyes from the sun reflecting in through the doorway behind him. Now aware he did appear as a figured blacked out by the light.

 

How fitting, Tobias thought.

 

Slowly, deliberately he paced two steps to his left, more into the middle of the ship. Hopefully that gave the scientist a better view of Vos. Letting his own good intentions flow into the Force- welcoming, reassurance, and a little curiosity- Tobias hoped to influence the Givin and calm him down. If he was hurt, Tobias would need to administer first aid and doing so would be easier with a cooperating individual.

 

This alien wasn’t the only one he was trying to influence- the woman back aboard his ship was waking up- he tried to touch her in the Force. It was bad that he wasn’t there to greet her as she came out of her slumber. He needed to speed this up and get back to his ship. If only he could be at… multiple places at once. Internally, he sighed, this was a recurring topic with him. There was just so many people to take care of, help, enemies to fight, people to save- for just one person.

 

Chuckling, he opened his mouth to be a little more serious.“I am kidding of course, I am Jedi Master Tobias Vos, my droids are taking care of the fire in the back- are you injured?” Tobias bowed his head slightly, while still keeping his distance. While pouring warm thoughts and feelings into the Force, he was also stretching out trying to sense any more danger. Like if the ship were to blow up or if the Givin was going to start attacking with renewed confidence or anything similar.

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Kota made a sight upset expression with his face without even thinking about it. He knew he had done so out of instinct and not emotion, because he didn't;t feel upset about anything. It was more just a natural reaction to having being left by someone who was considered a caretaker. Although, he really didn't mind being left in the presence of Sandy. He also held a slight disappointment in not being given an answer as to what he felt, other then Frond making a slight attempt at it. But for now, he was left with a single instruction from his Master- an instruction that he fully didn't understand. Looking at Adenna and Sandy, he spoke rather bluntly.

 

"Those ugly things is what he wants me to make friends with?"

 

Kota eyed the panther looking creatures. It didn't look very intriguing, and he was far more interested in find a crystal in a way that touched him through the Force as described by his master, and along with the other Jedi apprentices.

 

"Do you think that maybe we could uh... just go the finding more crystals as we wait?"

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When the humanoid revealed his face and began to speak in a joking manner, Ficcabin made a noise something akin to a sigh of relief. Ficcabin tried to be joking in return, to show he wasn't too harmed or dazed by the crash. "Well naturally there is a fee on such a hospitable world. I just hope the sum of the two fees aren't greater then or equal to what's in my cred stick, which is the difference of 20 credits from the amount of the square root of 400 credits"

 

Even as Ficcabin chuckled at his own joke, he realized that his sense of humor might not be hat was needed at the moment. But something was at work with him. He noticed that he was feeling a bit more relaxed then what a person who just survived a ship crash would normally feel. Even a Givin would've had minor mental symptoms of shock or something. However, he pushed these thoughts from his head, focusing on the situation.

 

In response to Tobias’ question about Ficcabin’s health, the Givin attempted to stand straight again. "No, I think I am alright, I'm just slightly dazed but that will...."

 

Then the words hit Ficcabin's comprehension.

 

Jedi Master

 

Ficcabin's hands began to shake in excitement. He looked over the individual again silently in now a new light of curiosity.

 

You are it! I found one! Haha, I knew I could find one of you! Ficcabin jumped slightly in excitement while clapping his hands together once, nearly falling over again from the sudden movement. But that didn't quell his excitement. If anything, it physically emphasized his excitement more then any facial muscles could for most beings.

 

Somewhere in the back, a pipe burst from the built up pressure, spraying a droid with a crude lubricant. Ficcabin recognized the sound immediately and while he hated having to interrupt the conversation, he knew he had to attend to his ship.

 

One moment please master Jedi.... and here I thought I was only going to find some ruins and rocks and maybe a few trinkets...Maybe a caretaker, but a Jedi? That has to be a 1 in a thousand chance! 1 in a million! More! That Twilek is going to get a donation from me soon, that’s for sure!

 

As Ficcabin shoved aside the droids who were attempting to analyze the ship, too excited to apologize and too focused to even notice them, he continued to talk to himself, his voice carrying throughout the surprisingly still acoustic vessel. The Given went about his ship purposely, finding the exact knobs to turn to manually turn off the flow in the specific pipe, the exact places to open up parts of the wall to reveal slightly crushed parts of the ship. Somewhere in the back of his head was a little voice telling him to shut up, but Ficcabin was too excited to care. As he began to crawl through a crawlspace where the pipe had bursted, a tool in his hands, he began to shout back to the Jedi.

 

I'm sorry, I should probably introduce myself. I'm Ficcabin Yul, and while I told you I'm a scientist, that's only partially true. I'm that as well as a ship designer, professional pilot, mechanic .... how did this part get back here? But I'm also a, what you would call, a scientific philosopher. I came here to Ilum to find some rumored ruins of the Jedi. A Twilek had found this old coin that was supposedly found here and told me I could find more provided I showed her some Givin dancing which is why her husband....

 

There was a pause in the talking, as Ficcabin was embarrassed to admit why his ship had crashed. Um, well, anyways, I came here to see if I could find some relics to look at, study some of your teachings, maybe even find a lead to one of you. You Jedi are a little hard to find these days... A sound of a hiss of air suddenly erupted somewhere in the ship, followed by a loud metal clang. That was close...Hey droids, make sure the power converter is fully powered off, it doubles up as a backup battery, and I'd hate for some of these wires to become alive while I'm back here... Anyways, Jedi Master Vos? I've been looking for you guys for a while... you have no idea how excited I am to meet you…

 

Ficcabin crawled back out, his exoskeleton slightly covered with black grease and oil. After thanking the droids, he looked at the Jedi, and gave a slight bow, a traditional part of Givin greetings. Again, my name is Ficcabin Yul, and might I say, so sorry for crashing my ship outside the ruins.

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In the cool damp dark grotto, Frond stood; a naturally appearing growth in the most unnatural of places. In the still air surrounded by jutting stalactites and stalagmites, the slick black leaves of the massive tree rustled as if in an invisible wind that none but the Neti could feel – the only sign as the ancient plant communed with the crystals. He could feel their presence, each individual, yet unified as one radiating aura. Opening his mind to the gems, Frond allowed their cleansing neutrality wash over him even as the sadness that had inhibited them was freed from its bounds out of sight. Good, bad, light, dark, happy sad, all were washed away in the flow of the purity of The Force as it washed through his mind. If he had been made of muscle and bone Frond’s body might have shivered as the invisible weight of The Force was lifted. The cool cleansing breath of the healthy crystals washed through his entire body, seeking out the damaged kidnapped crystals; the healthy signatures mingling with those of the injured, slowly and carefully purging the darkness that had preceded their abduction.

 

Still, even as the crystals sought to welcome back their own as they stood open and exposed in the trunk of the sentient tree, they sensed the presence of the singular cracked and bled crystal nestled safety in the dark womb of wood in Frond’s branches and left it alone. Nonsentient as they were, even the crystals understood their most grievously injured sibling had chosen the Neti as its own. The mingling of darkness and light was kindred to the balance that the aged Frond so earnestly sought to maintain.

 

Out of sight, Kel and Frond’s comrades carried on in their absence. Kel’s signature mingled amongst those of the crystals, however slight in the overwhelming torrent of righteousness of truth, was a comfort to Frond. In as much as he was but a servant of The Force, Frond found that he was rather fond of his fellow sojourner. They both came to follow the same path from different walks. Their origins both rooted in The Force. Both destined to return the balance whether they knew it or not.

 

The crystals exposed within the open knotholes of Frond’s trunk began to faintly glow as Frond’s thoughts turned to the nearby Kel Dor. The two had different things to learn and could learn from one another and together. Bringing his mind back into focus from the horizons he had been expanding towards, open to the musings of The Force, Frond focused on his brother. In his treelike form, Frond had no mouth, no way of audibly communicating save for the rustling of his myriad branches and leaves. With the aid of the crystals as they healed their own, he reached out on the vibrating invisible waves of The Force.

 

”Kel brother, come to has time the crystal to take. Calls to that the seek out you one. Then together, four we, we darkness the seek out The Force and return to balance.”

 

The dim glow of the unadulterated crystals radiated out from the dark shadow that was Frond, illuminating the cavern in a soft grey light, glinting off the vast myriad of crystals that jutted out from the countless structures. Frond smiled inwardly, as his singular signature in The Force mingled with that of the crystals to exponentially increase their combined power.

 

Yet as the power washed over him, there was a hole in their radiation centered around the limb that now embraced the cracked red tinged crystal. That crystal stood apart. A part of it willed it’s brethren’s healing grasp away. To which they willingly complied. Turning a portion of his focus from trying to commune with Kel and being washed over by the crystals that littered the cave, Frond sought to investigate the strangeness that was the crystal, a strangeness that was only matched by Frond’s own, unknowing oddness in the galaxy.

 

You why are balanced is when clean and kin your darkness light are it? The you theft and was it the others of? Happen else did something?

 

He thought, pressing his mind towards the cool, balanced presence of the crystal. He could feel the darkness within the multifaceted jewel; but he could also feel the goodness. Light bisected by darkness. Without words, the crystal seemed to reply pushing back on Frond’s mind, projecting a series of images. Images of being more ancient than even Frond, images of Aurora, of the Rakata, of waves of darkness, and bursts of light, of battles lost to time, of travelling the galaxy housed within a smooth cylindrical hilt at the side of a being whose face was obscured in shadow. They told a story. A story Frond could not understand; but a story that spoke of conquerors, of countless insignificant deaths as it was bound from one to another at the death of the last who wielded it. The story wound a path of unspeakable atrocities that were committed at the end of the pulsating blade that radiated from the crystal itself, only to be replaced by the same crystal being wielded by another shadowy figure that sought to drive back the darkness, radiating light. And throughout all the images, an icy coolness that held no earthly explanation radiated from the core of the crystal itself. Each shadowy wielder a flash in the eternity of The Force, obscured from view, their identity unimportant to the winding will of The Force.

 

Understand I that understand cannot I. time for our, seek the balance we shall of The Force. Then, is time our when complete, us one or both of pass the constant on into swirlings of The Force unending.”

 

Before Frond could query the crystal nestled safely within his limb further, his thoughts were distracted. Far above them on the surface, a ship crashed, tearing a gouge in the ice encrusted surface of the world. The vibrations from such an event did not even rattle the loosest crystals lodged in the roof of the cavern; save for one. This was what caught Frond’s attention. From somewhere up above in the darkness, a single perfectly cubed ash colored crystal tumbled into the uppermost limbs of the tree-shaped Neti, having leapt internally at some unseen event above. That was what Frond had felt. The arrival of someone or something knew had stirred in the depths of the abnormally geometrically perfect cube, causing it to stir and fall as it sought to find the one that had awoken it. Not Frond. Not Kel. Someone, something else.

 

”Brother Kel. . ."

 

Frond reached back out to his closest companion on the waves of The Force,

 

”Someone the crystal the desires cubed on world. Take it us with we must . Hollow in a place it of my trunk."

 

He instructed his fellow apprentice, as he pondered these latest happenings.

 

Strange The Force is limited for a mind. . .

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Aurora smiled joyfully as the small crystalline tear pulsated briefly in an almost sentient response, causing her hands to warmly grasp it within them and brought lovingly to her bosom. A giggle erupted from her sore throat despite the pain, a sense of relief washing over her as she found comfort in the little one she held close to her heart. Even if for only for a brief moment, Aurora felt the first flutter of happiness she had felt for hundreds of millennia, unaware of the time that had past nor of the changes she would discover. And like dye cast into water, her hair darkened to it's natural brown as did her gaze. For in that moment, she felt safe.

 

"Thank you Mother." She spoke nearly in silence as she looked upon the tear with a sense of her own understanding, feeling that the tear represented the Mother's weeping for Aurora, the imprisoned child. "I may not understand your will, nor that of Father's. But the tear you wept for me means more than you will ever know."

 

Placing her hand out, Aurora reached up and pulled herself to her feet, the cold floor tender to her nude feet. It would take her a few moments to gather her bearings, her legs and arms remaining weak from her imprisonment as she dragged her feeble form along the table she had awoken upon to the nearby wall and nearly stumbling upon it as she began to explore. Though fear pressed upon the far reaches of her mind, she knew sitting around would serve her no purpose. Plus, she needed to find warmer clothes, and perhaps even a set of boots given the chill that swarmed about the air despite the warm air that heated the ship. Perhaps by doing so, she would find out more about those who owned the ship in which she had awoken within. However, she didnt manage to make it too far when something reached out to her.

 

The presence(Tobias) felt familiar yet estranged. There was immense power in it, similar to the Masters, as if it had once gazed into the abyss of the Father where all knowledge was gifted. Yet, it was not a presence she knew, though it carried the Mother's warmth of life strongly with it, her breath flowing through it lovingly. To the presence upon its approach, Tobias would notice her own quickly retreating with first contact. But it would return, curious, yet fearful, like a child investigating. This would happen for a few moments before it was accepted, a sense of familiarizing its self with his own as it did. Back aboard the ship, Aurora would grow curious, yet comforted. It held no ill will and seemed peaceful. Yet the memories of the Masters and why she was punished remained, evident by the silver hair and eyes that now resided where brown once did. She did not cower, but remained cautious as she allowed his calming presence in.

 

Silently her mind questioned his. "Are you a Immortal Master?"

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Pale green eyes reflected blue from the glittering light of the cave system before her and she watched silently as Tobais escorted the freed captive to the shelter of their ship. Her eyes next fell on the forms of her two apprentices, well one, as it looked like Kel had wandered far. And Frond busy doing tree like things that Sandy did not have the mental capacity to understand. She reached a tendril of the force to snake around the caverns until she located Kel who seemed to be looking for a suitable crystal. Sandy took an ice filled breath and walked forward to the hesitant Kel Dor. Though it took her several minutes and she was downright freezing when she arrived, her voice was soft in the stillness of the crystalline cairn they now inhabited.

 

“Kel, let the force flow through you, a crystal that is attuned to you will show itself in the force, it is that crystal that you must choose. When you have one, join me back on the ship.”

 

((Explain in detail your process of finding a crystal, what you feel in the force, what the crystal looks like in both the force and physical realm. THan join your fellow apprentice back with me.)

 

She strode next to Frond and jumped at the sound of a ship crashing outside, and stood beside him. Reaching out in the force to read his intentions, to see what he had learned from this trip so far. She spoke to him next.

 

“What do you feel Frond, what beckons to you in this place?”

 

((our journey is wrapping up on this planet, please end your next post with us all aboard ship after informing Sandy of what you feel. And if you desire to recover Fic we can also do that. But we have things to do and other storylines to get to.))

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