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Nar Shaddaa - Rebel Alliance Headquarters

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The air was familiar, filled with the scents of childhood. Of rust and blood, of crime and dispassion. The Jedi Master’s breaths were labored and slow, tinged with the whisper of a rattle. Through her darkening sight, she could see the glow of iridescent lights, sparkling as if the glow had been reflected upon a placid lake and she beneath its surface.

 

A voice came through the water, muffled and nearly imperceptible, even in the stillness.

 

The struggled gasping from the Jedi became a gurgling, pitiful scream. Pink-tinged froth bubbled from her lips.

 

The voice brought a groundquake that birthed ripples, which rose into waves upon the lake and the light became hazy. She could feel the waves move her, contorting her form beneath the surface. She strained to hear the voice, desperate to make out the words.

 

Upon the medical cot, the Exorcist seized.

 

The thrashing of the water felt like a storm upon her, and the voice became louder until it was a scream that shattered the world

 

Time’s up.

 

Kyrie let the water take her, letting herself be washed from the struggling form.

 

Thank you for giving me life once more.

 

The body on the cot became still, the breathing returning to normalcy as the healers continued to work.

 

May we meet again, in this lifetime

 

Kyrie’s spirit recognized the world as her homeworld of Nar Shaddaa, the irony of rebirth was not lost, even on the dead.

 

The Force Provides.

 

The Exoricst focused upon the song of the force. It was filled with the stoic rhythm of Jedi, and the harsh fire of her own Imperial Knights. The melody of the two orders working together was hauntingly lovely. The brightest fire she could sense to be Lok, and the stoicism of a Grandmaster was unmistakably Adenna.

 

Kyrie focused harder as her own power began to wane. There was a pull now, like she was on the event horizon of the Maw. There was a part of her that wanted to let go, to embrace the infinite harmony of the Force’s song, but she knew that was not her path. To abandon the galaxy now, would be to leave it in darkness.

 

Discordant Tones.

 

Living.

 

Soulless.

 

The body was not her own.

 

Breath.

 

Emptiness became numbness. Numbness became tingling electrical fire. Her whole spirit fought to harness each neuron. All was pain. Every feeling was new. Everything hurt.

 

Breathe.

 

The lungs burned as they inflated, as if she was sucking in the soot and smoke from one a Mustafari volcano. For now, only the lungs worked to her command, and it took all her strength to control each breath.

 

The Exorcist let out a soft whimper.


 

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“Seizing.” 

 

The medical orderly looked up to the cluster of officers with clear blue eyes. All she was given in return was a cluster of kind if concerned smiles, and a small gesture to the trio of red clad Knights that stood at the foot of the bed. Their eyes were closed, and they seemed to be in some kind of meditation which irritated the orderly more than most patients. Force users were the worst kind of patient. They would always either recover miraculously or suffer pains in silence that would fell a rancor. 

 

She checked the saline drip, then stood by as the Imperial Knights moved forward. One, A man with grey hair and a visage long scarred by many conflicts, laid his hand upon the forehead of Kyrie. The glove wiping away the thick beading sweat as he began to mutter an unintelligible chant. This was a long honoured knight, and one of the first to have followed the young Kyrie out of the Jedi Order. Ceurnan Vladislov withdrew his hand as the next Knight walked forward, carrying a bowl of ashes upon which a cluster of incense burned fiercely, puttering a billow of white smoke into the rafters. Vladislov scooped the burning incense out of the bowl, protecting his hand with the insulating ash and slowly blew the smoke towards the suffering Master. For if she could breath, she could smell and know that the knights were there with her. 

 

He leaned forward, drawing the hashed symbol of Il-Andon Rorik on her forehead with a finger dipped in the white ash. 

 

“Come back to us Master. You have tarried too long in the cold and dark.”


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Adenna had always been able to utilizing with no more or less ability than the average Jedi, at least, that is until she had her encounter with Jidai Geki on Coruscant years and years ago. Since the infection with the same nanites that plagued his body, she had been opened to a whole new world of being able to heal and repair the body on a level most Jedi healers would sacrifice their own arm for. As result of that experience, she had taken a greater interest in healing and learned more and more about it until she had become, if not a master, a highly skilled practitioner of the arts of healing.

 

With a Jedi Master Healer and three of his best companions in the room, Adenna didn't need to take center stage in the odd procedure that was taking place. Still, she could contribute and choose to do so with all of her own skills. Layering Jedi upon Jedi focusing on the two bodies in question multiplied the affect of the already powerful healing affects as each was able to focus on one particular aspect while directing even more and more of the Force's healing powers into their patients. Leaving the Imperial Knights to focus on the spiritual elements of this procedure allowed the Jedi to focus entirely upon the physical healing.

 

They worked for quite some time to the point that Adenna was confident that they had managed to save the weakened body of the unknown girl who's body Kyrie had been inhabiting, but whether the dead body of the Anzanti would accept the Imperial Knight's spirit or even be functional after was still a mystery that would rely upon the will of the spirit going into it.


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With the fate of Kyrie Eleison still uncertain, there was little more for the mixed Jedi and Imperial Knights to do but trust the Force. The Imperial Knights stationed a vigil over their fallen leader in the hopes that she would waken one day, but for Adenna, she had to focus on her other responsibilities. As much as they all would have gained from having Master Eleison rejoin their ranks, they needed to focus elsewhere on the war at hand.

 

For these weeks, Adenna focused on improving her own skills and readiness. She had felt the darkness and pure despair that had taken over Coruscant while scouting the ruined planet. If the Jedi were to have any hope of stopping such a force, they would need to harness the Light Side to its fullest and build themselves to an army. Though there would be many who resisted among her ranks, she needed to build and train those she could to better serve in this war against the Darkness.

 

When not attending meetings and overseeing the consolidation and building of new ships, supply lines, alliances, and the establishment of bases, she was focused on training with and teaching Jedi from her experiences in combat. Small unit tactics had been her specialty on Thalassia and she had seen and fought in multiple battles. She brought in non-Force sensitive soldiers and officers to share their expertise. Over a hundred Jedi had answered her initial call for Jedi willing to fight. Most of them were Padawans or Knights, but there were three other Masters who were willing to learn and fight. Those Masters and Knights all brought experience and skills of their own to the larger group and so everyone learned from the newest Padawan to the Grandmaster herself.

 

It wasn't just personal combat that she taught and learned from, but also small and large unit tactics, military strategy, and leadership. There simply weren't enough Jedi in the Galaxy to stand against the Sith alone. It wasn't enough for Jedi to just charge into battle alone, they needed to learn how to be leaders and officers so they could lead the thousands and millions of men and women who were joining the Rebels and Jedi Armed Forces.

 

Slowly, as the Jedi grew stronger, their resources grew. Ships ordered at the start of the war were being finished and crews trained to operate them. Soon, there would be more ships to join the fight against the Sith Empire and Adenna would head out onto the field to fight. Until they had enough troops and ships to fight directly, she would lead a raiding party through the enemy's lines to strike at over extended supply depots and shipping routes. She would become the fly in the ointment, the constant nagging whine in the ear of the Emperor, and a constant reminder that evil wouldn't be able to rest easy. She would raid and destroy enemy resources where they were weak while taking what she could to further enrich the Rebels. It would be a bloody campaign, but evil needed to be punished and the Jedi needed a lightsaber to cut through the Darkness and bring back the Light.


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The water felt excellent on his skin. It was an older refresher, but it still did its job well, sterilizing the young Imperial Knight's skin of the carbon and dirt accrued over the course of their lengthy mission. For a good chunk of it, Aidan didn't even know if they were coming back, and yet at the end of all things, here they were. He'd never really had a sense of accomplishment about doing anything major like this before, but even with the loss of the Vigilance, he felt like he'd learned a lot and come a long way.

 

Shirtless and still toweling off, he made his way to the cockpit to monitor their progress, reinvigorated a bit by the shower. He was still sore, the many cuts and nasty bruises on his skin clear testament to this fact, but he was alive. He checked the readouts, noting they were about twenty minutes out from Nar Shaddaa, before turning to Sandy.

"So this is the life of a Jedi, huh? Danger, heroics, not knowing if you're going to come home...It's a little different seeing it all from the other side of the coin."
 

Two minutes until the drop from hyperspace, then another fifteen or so to get landing permissions and navigate to a docking bay or landing pad. 

 

"Have you ever tried Zabraki food? Spicy, but still flavorful. We should get some when we get a chance. And I...I think I need to go find my shirt."

Not waiting for a response, he jumped up and left the cockpit, fully aware of what he'd said. It wasn't that he didn't care about Sandy to wait for her to talk, he was simply too burnt out over everything they accomplished to really bother caring about anything at the moment, to include his shirt. 


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Hyperspace swirled in a hypnotic fusion of deep blues, whites, and darks that flooded by the central viewport in a never ending wave. Every so often the whirls would be blotted out by a lurking dark shape of a mass shadow that flitted by as their ship made its way towards the small cluster of stars that was the Nal Hutta system. It gave here a good amount of time to reflect and she meditated on the mission and its disastrous results. 

 

It had started with a nearly lethal conflict and argument on Ossus, and now their group, much reduced, was returning beaten and bruised. She could feel the throb of pain and the spreading bruise around her jaw, and her mouth still tasted sour from the blood. But they had survived, Aidan had learned so much, as had Kel. But Sandy herself felt lost. She had killed a Sith Lord for sure, as much it had pained her both physically and metally, but the objective and all the secrets of the Vigilance were lost. Could the secrets of the illusive Augury or the blade masters have saved the galaxy from the Sith? She doubted it, not even Locke Starspanker, Kitt Fitt, or Obi Quiet could have salvaged the current situation. Or at least not instantly. 

 

They were in for a long war of partisans and death. And the Jedi would be in its centre. 

 

How that peace had been! A silent decade of recovery and stagnation, of terrorism and political strife, but there had been peace. Now peace looked as distant as...As what? Things working out in her favour with Darkfire? She shook her head. No. Peace was a goal and one she would likely give her life for, but that dream of love? Love was a passion he could not afford, and she knew it. She doubted any Imperial Knight could afford such a luxury, not to mention that feelings like that could objectively harm him. Could she put him at risk to achieve her own ends? To fall for a moment knowing that it cost the galaxy its future? Was love worth such a thing? 

 

But she chided herself. He didn’t feel anything for her anyway so what did it matter. The end result either way was pain. And she would be damned if she brought him down too. 

 

She could feel and hear his soft footsteps as he came into the cockpit, and a flickering look from her eyes saw him as he was. A strong man, confident if wounded. Careless before the weight of the galaxy and she grinned. She looked at the bruises covering him and considered if she was shirtless it would look much the same, bruise wise. When she spoke, her voice retained its low gutter Galan accent as she did not have the strength to try and correct it to something more core worlds. 

 

“Aye, it’s a lonely and brutally short life isn’t it. I am glad we made it out, but what do you think?  We might have thirty six hours of shore leave before we go out again?” She laughed, then stopped when he asked if she wanted to get dinner. She nodded her assent and was about to say something clever but he had already turned to fetch his shirt. So she turned her seat and called after his retreating back, “I’d love to Aidan. Name the time!” But perhaps her voice was too desperate. And she felt a flush creep up to her freckles. 

 

After a debriefing and chastisement by lady Adenna of course, a nap, and another shower. But she was stuck with her thoughts for a bit as they made their final approach to the Nar Shadda landing approaches. The entire world was covered in the pallor of war. Star Destroyers flickered in the shipyards as hundreds of techs welded plates onto eroded sterns, or repaired destroyed turbolasers. And one glance at the holofeed showed that the galaxy was even more at war than when they had left. 

 

It did not take them long to navigate the military checkpoint, and within minutes of touching down, they were whisked before the Jedi Grandmaster. @Adenna Alluyen

 

They were battered and bruised, but alive. And Sandy was glad for that. Sandy saluted in the military style, her boots clicking together as she greeted her one time master. She was a stern woman but an understanding one. And would be very likely interested in what they had to say. 


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As much as she was beginning to come to view these four walls and a desk as a sort of second home, Adenna also despised it. Partially because she didn't want to feel inclined to spend more time here, she had mostly neglected to decorate it with anything more than a couple of holopanels constantly streaming data from the war and other Galactic events. There were a few moderately comfortable chairs on the side walls, but most people preferred to stand. While she understood the Grandmaster had to have an office and serve some sort of administrative function, she was frustrated at how much time she was required to stay here instead of being out training the new recruits and Padawans or preparing for the next strike against the Sith. Still, there were times when she was able to make some good use of being stuck in this office.

 

Today, at least, she had some interesting guests. A slight smile teased her lips as she saw Sandy Sarna walk in with Imperial Knight Darkfire. "I am glad to see you have returned from your mission," she said with no trace of sternness. She added some sarcasm and dry humor to her next sentence, "While I am sure you are overly eager to write up a nice, long report for the Archives, why don't you give me the short but complete version of what happened?"


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Sandy’s voice was slow and slightly slurred from the recent damage to her jaw but she told the story of their adventure from its beginnings on Gala to its end in the heart of the Maw. Including the wounding of her two apprentices, the loss of Tobias Vos, and finishing with her duel with the fallen knight errant. 

 

“I do not know how he fell, only that he was a destroyed man, and…” She looked down at her boots. “...I could not save him.” 

 

She considered pulling herself closer to Aidan for support but brushed it off, this was no place to embarrass her friend, and so instead she reached to her belt and withdrew Fynn Relmis’s lightsabre. The one she had been wounded by, and held it out to the grandmaster. Perhaps the only thing of value that she had gotten from the mission, but Fynn had been a friend of Adenna’s and Sandy felt that the gesture was necessary. 

 

“We made it through, though with the loss of the Eternal Vigilance due to his attacks. I apologize that I could not recover it intact.” She looked over to the dark haired imperial. “But Aidan did very well, faced fears and trials that I could never have overcome. I know that I am only a Jedi and have no power over this, but please give my recommendations to the Imperials that I recommend him for Imperial Knight. He did admirably.” She smiled widely through the pain.


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