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The Sarlacc felt the force as it shifted and morphed in the room. The air shimmered with the manipulations and for a moment, Svata’s presence in the galaxy vanished. Then he dropped back into existence. 
 

Reaching out to rest his hand on Svata’s shoulder, The Sarlacc spoke, “Well done my friend. The force is much larger than any one of us. Harnessing its power requires a mastery that we are still seeking to learn.”

 

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Back on the bridge, the comms pinged indicating that the rebels had seen them. Keying the comm, Knight Kel Koon’s message played across the bridge. As fitting for a stealth ship, dedicated to preserving all manner of being undetectable, the Defender known as The Mantis pressed a button. Across the ship, a blue light flashed a steady pulsing signal. To those in the know it meant one of two things, prepare to board or be boarded. “Begin landing,” the relatively silent Defender instructed in a soft but firm tone that carried with authority across the bridge.

 

Slowly, as if trying to avoid detection, the ship began to accelerate towards the planet and the landing bays of the rebellion HQ.
 

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“Ah. It would seem that either the rebels are less than thrilled to see us or it is time to prepare to meet our new allies.” Removing his hand from the shorter Jensaarai’s shoulder, The Sarlacc gestured towards the door. “Let us go and prepare ourselves for this important meeting. Just be mindful of the force and what it whispers.”

 

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Eventually the compact cruiser began to descend towards their designated landing zone. As the dust settled, the smooth, unadultered spherical hull opened up. A short ramp descended and there, in the entryway stood the representatives of the Jensaarai, adorned in their freshly polished armor and regalia. 

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As Kel descended the turbo lift he couldn't help but notice that the state of his attire had deteriorated. his Jedi garb had become tattered and frayed. and his armor had accumulated a small layer of dirt and grime. And judging by the reactions of passer by, he was likely starting to smell. So before he did anything else, he procured a fresh set of garments and went to use the refresher. The hot water washed away the sweat and dirt from his body and eliminated his body odor. With that out of the way he changed into his dark brown garb and tied his red sash around his waist. Then he began polishing his armor. Once he had polished the white duraplast to a glossy sheen he put on the armored boots, gauntlets, and chest piece. And finally he polished the alloy metal casing of his saber pistol to a shine.  Now that he was in what he considered a presentable state, Kel went to the hangar to greet the Jensaarai.

 

Kel had arrived at the designated landing spot just as the Jensaarai cruiser descended onto the landing platform. The Jensaarai representatives descended the boarding ramp. Their dark red armor and horned helmets reminded Kel of his recent encounter with the Sith in the maw. Kel fought to suppress the urge to reach for the saber pistol holstered at his waist. He knew that the group standing before him were not enemies, but that battle was still fresh in his mind and he had the bruises to prove it. He didn't want to start off on the wrong foot by appearing standoffish, so he decided a casual, but still respectful approach was in order.

 

Kel gave the group a short bow before speaking. "Good tidings members of the Jensaarai. My name is Kel Koon and i bid you welcome to our rebel headquarters." 

 

  

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Svata moved respectfully past the two Jensaarai Defenders to descend the ramp first, staff held straight like a herald's flagpole more than a weapon. He imagined he must have been a jarring contrast next to the dark, polished armor and grim helmets of the Defenders. His rough clothes, colorful scarves, and dangling charms were not exactly a uniform to strike fear and garner respect, at least in this crowd.

 

Eh.

 

Formal protocol for the Jensaarai was difficult to pin down, with so many traditions having blended and shifted over the centuries. Still, the old ryn was of the opinion that it was the job of the juniors to introduce their superiors at formal to-dos like this. It just had been a long time since he'd been a junior to anybody, but Old Meska hadn't raised a shirker.

 

He bowed low, charms glinting and tail curling in a flamboyant flourish. The tail thing was probably a little much, but Svata had been an actor at heart for his whole life, and he indulged when he could. As he bowed he touched his free hand to the side of his nose in a sign of modest respect, and his eye caught on the saber pistol.

 

"And good tidings to you. I have the honor of introducing Defender Mantis and Defender Sarlaac, representatives of the Saarai-Kaar."

 

Svata stepped to one side to allow the two Jensaarai to descend and bowed his head.

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Living is harder than dying, it is my choice to defend life. The Force gives us strength, it is my choice to use it to defend and not conquer. It is what sets us apart from the Sith… Strength to feed chaos, or to set the galaxy at peace. I will protect those I hate. Even if the one I hate the most is myself.

 

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The Exorcist straightened herself from her battlestance, flipping the spear on her hand for it to rest against her bare shoulder. The wooden handle felt cool against her skin, driving the fine hairs to stand on-end. When she spoke, her voice was gravely but kind. She stumbled over the basic, as the tongue was not her area of expertise, 

 

“Give your message, and stand to ease,”

 

The officer relaxed visibly, running a hand through his sandy hair before speaking,

 

“Trouble again, as always with the Jedi Order. There occurs another fracture. This shard names themselves the Jensaarai, and they are here on Nar Shaadaa.”

 

Helden gave a sigh and extinguished his lightsaber’s blades, stowing it in a leather holster on his belt. He crossed his arms and gave the Grandmaster an irritated smile

 

“The Jedi Order fracturing and crumbling is hardly news, it seems to happen every bloody week. No Grandmaster can keep them together…” 

 

Kyrie shook her head, her dark, shoulder-length hair coming to rest over her eyes. The tie had broken in their skirmish, and she brushed it back with her fingers. 

 

“I would have thought that Adenna would be up to the job, but she doesn’t have a diplomat’s deftness.” 

 

She smiled at Helden and bowed to the blademaster. 

 

“I shall meet with them. Pray to the gods for unity.” 

 

The man bowed back and walked her to the door of the training room, placing a hand on the small of her back, leaning in to whisper in her ear. His breath smelled of juja berry wine, badly disguised by mint tea. 

 

“If we cannot unify against the Spider, then we will all fall.” 

 

Kyrie nodded gravely, and passed from the room, blinking against the brightness of the hallway.  

 

We must unite instead of divide. When did it fall to me to be a diplomat? 

 

Rebel troops and civilians moved in the halls, and she caught their surprised stares. She glanced down to her sandy battle-kama and chest-wrapping, and turned towards her chambers, not wanting to offend the Jensaarai with accidental immodesty. The Jedi Master increased her speed to a trot, her bare feet making almost no sound upon the hallways’ flooring. It was smooth paneling, cold in comparison to the warm sand upon her toes, but not in an unpleasant way. The maze of hallways finally wound its way to her simple quarters and she slipped through the sliding doorway. 

 

Her medical supervision, a 2-1B droid that had the Tranzel Medical Systems name emblazoned on its chest piece greeted her at the doorway with its sarcastic tone. 

 

“Mistress Kyrie, back so soon? Did you break something?” 

 

The woman ignored the droid with a wave of her hand and brushed past him into her bedchamber, and to her drawers to find a more appropriate clothing for her encounter with the Jensaarai. 

 

Kyrie selected a simple black tunic, with a leather belt for her various weapons and a bandoleer upon which her saber-spear could be slung upon her back. As she changed she looked into the mirror. Her skin was ashen, a byproduct of the Anzati form, her eyes a bright violet. There was a slight rise to her cheeks where the proboscis-like feeding tendrils were stowed, but she had yet to use them. She had no desire to give into the hunger of death that was natural to her species. She tied back her long black hair into a series of braids, tied with a leather thong, and a headband of black cloth. She covered her feet with black boots of combat design, but of lighter material to add to her flexibility

 

The Rosary of Il-Andon Rorik caught her eye. It’s onyx beading and ornate design contrasted sharply with her simple dress, but it was her totem. It was her burden as a Master Exorcist, and so she wound it about her ashen wrist, letting the star upon its end hand into her palm. With her preparations in order, she turned and left towards where the Jensaarai were quartered according to her datapad. They were disembarking in the shuttle-bay. Speeding to a run, she made her way swiftly there, her lithe form and dexterity allowing her to weave through the crowds with relative ease. 

 

Kyrie caught sight of the Dorin, Kel, standing before a shuttle where armored and unarmored beings were disembarking. To them, she made her approach. She reached out with the Force first, letting the fiery presence of a Master Exorcist wash over them before she got all the way to them. 

 

Odd armor. Almost look like cultists. 

 

Stepping beside Kel, she placed a scarred hand to her chest and gave a small bow while giving the Dorin a smile of greeting,

 

“Kyrie Eleison, of the Imperial Knights and order of Exorcists, bidding you most welcome.”

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Sandy Sarna tapped the encrypted datapad against the open palm of her hand as she walked down the winding, prefab, halls of the rebel alliance command centre. The small, mass produced datapad still had its imperial emblem from manufacturing, now hastily covered with  a sticker marking it as Rebel Alliance property. The bright red emblem, with its white circular outline, blazing awkwardly against the dull gunmetal grey of the datapad. She slapped it lightly again into her palm as her mind began to crawl its way through the days events. Masterhood, assignments, and she had heard a rumour from the scuttlebut of the station that Darkfire had received his long due promotion. 

 

She was so tired, but she could let that wait. She couldn’t wait to congratulate him and share her own news. And as her footsteps brought her into the Imperial Knight quarters she shared a smile with a few of the Imperial Knights she passed, though a particularly sly smile from one of them gave her pause. 

 

Was she coming here to fulfill other needs than just congratulating him? Some old desires that should have died back on Kashyyyk? She felt a flush creep up her cheeks before she forced it back down. 

 

The answer was clear, and the war left no time for that nonsense. And love, especially unrequited love, could wait until after the Sith were laid in their graves. 

 

She she drew on the force to calm herself and let her presence expand out, seeking where Darkfire might be. She found him rather quickly, but she could feel that he was asleep. She let her feet take her across from his door, leaning her own tired frame against he white panelled wall. She couldn’t wake him up, especially since they had been run ragged for the last two months. So she slid down the wall and hugged her knees to her chest. Burying her eye sockets in her bony knees and letting herself finally relax. 

 

She meditated, letting her presence echo visibly through the force, letting Aidan know should he awaken, that a friend was there to see him. 

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Beneath his razor edged helmet, The Duros’ forehead wrinkled in amusement. This new apprentice was wise beyond his years and trying so hard. He would become ab excellent member of their society if given the proper guidance. 
 

Staring down at the Jedi awaiting them, the Jensaarai Defender was pleased; even if that sentiment did not go beyond the swirling vagueness in the force that he projected. 
 

With well placed footsteps the duo of armored moved in unison down the ramp, only stopping when they drew even with Svata. The Sarlacc placed an armored hand on the man’s hunched shoulders and gently pulled back until the man’s head rose. ‘The Jensaarai are servants, but bend the knee to none.’ He did not say the words aloud, but hoped that the firm gentle guiding of his hand conveyed it. It was then that he felt the rush of fiery power that emanated from the second arrival coming to meet them.

 

Turning to regard the Jedi and Imperial Knight before them, the Jensaarai warrior reached up to remove his helmet with a faint hiss. Pulling it oFf his head and cradling it beneath his arm, the green skinned Duros looked at the two representatives of the force. “Greetings people of light. We come bearing peace. We are the Jensaarai, seekers of the truth.  I am Defender Sarlacc and my comrade,” he turned to gesture to the second armored being who had not removed his helmet, shrouded in white robes draped over his armor, “Defender Mantis. This” he placed his hand on Svata’s shoulder, “is a trusted apprentice of our order, Svata. We are pledged as brothers to one another and to the cause of peace and justice. Only together might we hope to stand against the growing darkness. We are here to help.” The Duros raised his fist to his chest, rapping it lightly against his armor in return to Kyrie’s gesture.

 

Both The Sarlacc and The Mantis presented a whirling vagueness in the force, a skill that had been practiced for years to mask them  to outsiders seeking to expose them. It was something that came as a second nature to them at this point. It was not an assault though, more simply it was a state of being.

 

 “Perhaps there is a more formal place to discuss and solidify our offer of solidarity, a place where we might meet more of your Knights and Jedi that we may kindle the bonds of friendship?” The Mantis spoke his voice barely louder than a whisper. He was a man of action and words were used only when combat could not speak for him.

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With some of their plans set, Adenna realized the exhaustion that was hounding Sandy and, belatedly, dismissed the new Master to get some much needed and deserved rest and relaxation. Sometimes, after being cooped up in this office for so long, she forgot how stressing and draining combat and field work was. She missed that aspect of her role as a Jedi, missed it so much she was now determined to go back to it and the front lines. She had been needed here on Nar Shaddaa building up the Jedi's forces, but now it was time for her to go to the front.

 

News reached her of new arrivals wanting to see the Jedi's leadership. This was especially intriguing since she had long wanted to bring all of those who serve the Light into one unified group. Leaving the newly minted Knight Koon to show his potential by initially greeting them, she quickly had data and intelligence information on their group forwarded to her datapad as she headed towards one of the reception halls. She knew very little of their group and needed to know more before meeting them.

 

When she arrived at the hall, she noticed the preparations. The entire Rebel HQ had once been a Hutt palace that had been heavily renovated. This was once some minor Huttling's feasting hall that had now been converted to a reception area. It wasn't too large, but neither was it too small. Food was already being rushed into place for their guests, and Adenna was going to meet them here. She would not undermine Kel Koon by swooping in at the hangar, but would let him escort their guests here so they could all see what the Jensaarai wished.

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It was like a gentle nudging, but on his mind rather than his shoulder. Aidan woke up slowly, but with a smile on his face. Gingerly he rose, making sure to put his shirt back on and straightening the rest of his casual clothing, then went to the door. Sandy was still sitting across from his room against the hallway wall, and she wasn't quite yet asleep. With a half cocked grin, he called out to her.

"Hey. Hey, lady. You can't sleep here, you see. It's not a bedroom."

He stifled a chuckle, attempting to maintain a semi-serious face, and failing terribly. After it was clear the joke landed, he scratched the back of his head, leaning against the doorframe.

 

"You, uh...want to grab some caf?"

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Her green eyes snapped open from her half asleep meditative state at the first prick of Aidan’s voice. It took a second to fully adjust to reality but when she did she laughed, a pure laugh, not stained by any of the long exhaustion she had felt a few hours before. It was good to see him as well without the dark lines below his eyes. She held up her hands in a mock surrender and she stood up from her crouch.

 

“Then caf we shall have. What’ll you have? Mass produced imperial, GA, Rebel, or Jedi variant? All of which is overcooked and burned to perfection.” 

 

She smiled and walked with him to the caf station in the small barrack mess hall where she selected a distinctly new variant supplied by the Taipani. She grimaced as she took a sip, vaguely wishing it had cream and sugar. 

 

She sat down across from him and grinned she wouldn’t spoil whatever news he had to give.

 

“So….how did you sleep?” Taking another sip of what could have been the most bitterest cafe she had ever tasted.

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Kel watched in curiosity as the leader of the group approached him and Kyrie. He removed his helemet revealing the green skin and red eyes of a duros. He introduced himself as Defender Sarlacc followed by his companions defender Mantis who had yet to remove his helmet; and the apprentice Svata who Kel had initially greeted. Defender Sarlacc then went on to express their pledge for peace and justice and their hope for solidarity against the growing darkness. They say first impressions are everything and while on the surface the Jensaarai looked menacing, their words were of great reassurance.

 

The one called mantis then asked if there was a more formal area to discuss terms. "We have prepared the reception area for your arrival. However if some of you wish to inspect our facilities, then i would be happy to give you a tour. Now, if you would please follow me." Kel turned around and lead the small group towards the reception area. once they had arrived they were not only greeted by the wafting, mouth watering scents of food, but also the Grand Master herself. "I present to you the Grand Master of the Jedi order Grand Master Adenna."  

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The delegation of Jensaarai turned to begin following the Jedi Knight. The Sarlacc paused momentarily to turn and speak to Svata. “Please see that our ship is secure. Then begin looking around. I have no doubt that Knight Kel would be able to help you find your materials. Maybe you can gain some level of understanding of how the rebels seem to operate. I suspect your attire will be more naturally accepted than my armor right now and it would not hurt to keep practicing burying your presence.”

 

Squeezing the elder apprentice’s shoulder, The Sarlacc turned and fell in step with the others a calm silence emanating from the armored monks.

 

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Upon reaching the reception/feasting hall, the Duros brown wrinkled with pleasure as he nodded taking in the sights and smells. “Surely this is not all for us.” he mused aloud. “Please invite your soldiers, warriors and fellow followers of the light to join us as they are able. Today is a grand day to be shared and celebrated in future years.”

 

Nodding in respect as Kel Koon introduced the Grandmaster of the order, the Duros and armored Corellian turned. In truth, they had known who she was long before their arrival, but pleasantries needed to be adhered to in such a time as this. Once their friendship was solidified would be a more proper time for the Jensaarai to showcase their abilities in finding knowledge by unorthodox means. “Grandmaster,” he coo’d happily, “It is an honor to meet you. Your exploits are spoken of far and wide across the galaxy. I,” he reached up to touch his chest with two fingers, “am Jensaarai Defender Sarlacc and this is my brother, Defender Mantis.”
 

The armored and cloaked being known as The Mantis finally reached up to push his white cloak away from his armored head and removed his helmet, revealing a bald middle-aged Corellian, stress-lines deeply accentuated across his clean-shaven face. “It is an honor to see you again Grandmaster,” he growled emotionlessly.

 

“We have much to discuss. Knights, Jedi, and Jensaarai, for too long have we served the force separately. Let us dine as equals and speak of the futures hidden within the force.” The tall and lanky Duros set his helmet at an open place along one of the tables before sitting beside it; the shorter Corellian taking another a short distance away, but enough to allow others to settle between them comfortably if they so desired. “The leader of our order, the Saarai-Kaar, sends greetings and wishes for us to assist the Jedi and Rebellion in returning peace and justice to the galaxy.”

 

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While Sandy seemed to prefer her caf black, Aidan preferred his with a good bit of cream and sugar. At least, until he noticed they were out of cream and sugar. War rationing. Lovely. So he poured himself a cup of light roast, hoping the flavor wouldn't be too terrible, and sat down with her.

"I, uh...I slept. I keep having these vivid dreams. As far as I can tell, they're just dreams, not prophetic visions or anything, but sometimes they're good, and sometimes they're about the war. More and more lately, they've been about the war. Firefights I can't escape, dead bodies littering a battlefield, that sort of thing. I spoke to a doc about it once, they said it had something to do with stress and I should try to get away from the front lines for a bit. Unfortunately, that's not really how the galaxy works, right?"

Aidan took a long sip, the awkwardness of his answer hanging in the air between them. He didn't want her to feel bad for asking, so instead he changed the subject. He'd been waiting to tell her, anyways.

"So, uh...I got word from one of the masters in the Imperial Knights...I've been officially promoted." 

He tried to act rather blase and casual about it, but couldn't help himself from letting a slight grin slip.

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Sandy absentmindedly tapped the edge of her metallic mug with the fingers of her left hand as she listened to him. She took another sip of the stimcaf, letting the bitterness slide across her tongue, and the artificial feeling of being wide awake began to slowly overcome her residual tiredness. She tapped her fingers again then a grin spread across her face at his wonderful news. Her green eyes flashed as she set the cup down and put both hands down on the table.

 

“Well done!” 

 

She grinned widely. 

 

“I am so proud of how far you have come Aidan. I couldn’t have made it without you.” 

 

And she couldn’t have, she knew it. She cocked her head to the side.

 

“Does that mean you will take on an apprenti- I mean a squire? Either way you deserve more than a break.” 

 

He wasn’t exactly falling apart, but the damage he had taken mentally was very obviously still affecting him. The dreams were just a symptom of the battle weariness and PTSD that was likely affecting not only Darkfire but an entire generation of Jedi and Imperial Knights. 

 

She tapped the datapad beside her with one finger. 

 

“I am being deployed at the end of the week myself. Away from the battlelines but its still dangerous. I am trained in some of the Healing Arts, would you like for me to try and help against the dreams at all before I go?”

 

Her eyes widened for a second. 

 

“Oh I also have my own news.” She made her voice as cool as possible though excitement bubbled at the edges of her voice, “I have been promoted to  Master for the events of the EV. All thanks to you of course." 

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The Grandmaster of the Imperial Knights had little interest in receptions and feasts, it seemed like there wasn’t a day that went by without this Rebel Alliance dallying with feasts instead of marching to war. As Kel presented Adenna, Kyrie turned to leave, but her mind wandered to the reports of destruction and the slaughter of a station of innocents. With sadness in her heart, the Exorcist spoke softly as she went, directing her words to the newly come Jensaarai, 

 

“Beware bastions of light, for they cast the darkest shadows.” 

 

Nodding her head, the Exorcist departed in a swirl of dark braids, heading towards the barracks and her assembling forces. The Imperial Knights had been assembling a fleet under the secrecy of the Order of Captains, supported by the treasury, and now they had a destination; Fondor and its vast shipyards. Slipping her datapad from her tunic, she opened the intelligence briefing, staring at the approximated wealth of such a prize. To wrest it from the Sith and their corrupt allies would bring the Imperial Knights one step closer to winning the war. 

 

The war this Rebellion should be leading. Instead they feast.

 

Stepping into the cafeteria, her blackened boots slapping softly on the hardened flooring, the Imperial Knight noticed one of her own dining alongside the Jedi, Sandy Sarna. It was Aidan, the Order’s newly minted diplomat to the Jedi. He wouldn’t recognize her by her features, every time she saw him now she was in a new body, and it distressed her how much she had failed him as a Master. Kyrie studied his features and saw his smile. It wouldn’t be a good time to interrupt him. Instead, she typed a message on her datapad to him while grabbing a handful of ration cubes beside the door. 

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To: Aidan Darkfire. 

 

Congratulations on your appointment to the position of diplomat to the Jedi. Be wary of those like Vos, if you get the chance, Exorcise him of his evil. If you do not have the chance to redeem him, kill him. He corrupts this rebellion with the slaughter of innocents. Him and his are a cancer within this rebellion, spreading the corruption of the Dark Side. Keep Adenna safe from his influence. He is a snake in the grass. I depart for Fondor with my order, 

 

Kyrie Eleison, 

 

PS: enjoy your stimcaf with the pretty Jedi. 

 

 

Tapping on send, the Exorcist entered the docking bay for her own people. It was a smaller and separate hanger, apart from the rest of the Rebel Alliance. She had requested as such to keep her Orders operations secret, away from spies and the Dark Jedi that were a part of the Rebellion. The Imperial Knight caught sight of her friend that awaited her, a tall man all in black, with a headscarf and white beard, Al-Afdal Dyrrhachium, Maréchal of the Order of Captains. 

 

He would be her admiral for the fight to come, and to him she jogged, bouncing on the metal plating of the flight deck. Al-Afdal bowed his head in respect to her as she approached, the old man smiling widely. He had just finished transmitting reconnaissance data to the assembled Captains, and was now awaiting her departure order. 

 

“Grandmaster, the fleet is yours.” 

 

Kyrie smiled and bowed back, her tousled braids covering her vision

 

“I will meet you in space, Maréchal, I will fly with the rest of my pilots in our TIE-Uglies.” 

 

The man sighed and turned back to ensuring supplies were being loaded properly by the Dagermends and the Dagets. 

 

“Fly safe among your Watchers, Grandmaster.” 

 

With farewells said, Kyrie slipped into the confines of her TIE-Ugly, a bastardization of a Z-95 Headhunter and a TIE Interceptor. The seat was of worn leather, and formed to her as she began to check the preflight data. Her flight-helmet was worn loose, the breathing apparatus causing her enough claustrophobia as it was. Taking a deep breath of the recycled air through the nosepiece, she smelled the mixture of spices she had placed into the air-flow, bendrak root and crushed harrion seed making each breath taste of fragrance and giving her peace. Preflight checking done, The Grandmaster’s TIE-Ugly cleared the hanger, and departed into hyperspace and to lead her fleet to victory

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It saddened Adenna to sense the barely contained disdain coming from her counterpart in the Imperial Knights. She had hoped that this would be an opportunity for her to finally sit down with Master Eleison and discuss future moves and her own plans for the war, especially with the arrival of another potential ally. The leader of the Imperial Knights hadn't seemed much interested in working together since she recovered from her ordeal on Coruscant, but Adenna wouldn't force the issue. As long as they were still focused on fighting the Sith, it would work. The Jedi had needed some time to organize and rebuild, but it would be their time soon, and with new allies, they would be more ready than ever.

 

She used the experience of the last year and a half as Grandmaster to hide her disappointment both on her face and in the Force and remained congenial yet also dignified. There wasn't quite enough food here to serve a battalion, but it was a reception meant for diplomats with plenty of food that would match almost anyone's tastes. Most of the moderately large room was empty, but there was a table set near the throne where the former master of this hall used to recline that had been set for them.

 

She didn't recognize the one called Mantis, but gave a quick bow of her head when he spoke of having met her before. Many had seen her in the past and, try as she might, she couldn't recall every one. "I am glad you are here," she said warmly while they were seated. "The situation in the Galaxy is indeed dire, but I do have faith that the forces of Light can stand against the current evil we are facing. There have been Grandmasters in the past who do not embrace the Jedi's role as warriors against evil, but I am not one of them. I know the Jensaarai have a long tradition of being warriors and am glad for it. Even if we have differences in theology, I believe there is always room for alliances with all who serve the Light and eschew the Darkness."

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The Duros’ eyebrows could not help but raise in curiosity, his green-skinned forehead wrinkling. The woman’s words seemed to hint at something. He knew enough of the schism to realize that old feelings still festered and calmly shook his head, allowing the warrior to leave without response.

 

Turning his attention back to Adenna, The Sarlacc inclined his head as he listened, scooping up a serving of an interesting seemingly bean-based dish onto his plate. 
 

“The Jensaarai and the Jedi. Once we stood at odds, but that was long ago. The force and time are the greatest of healers.” he offered in response to the odd exchange, or lack thereof. “But on to business at hand,” he continued, stirring the food on his plate. “We are a much smaller order than even the Jedi or the Knights of the Remnant. In truth, we would like nothing more than to be left to our own to live peacefully amongst our homes. But, like you said, the situation is dire and honor demands that we stand and lend aid. Defender Mantis here was saved by one of your healers after the fracas on Coruscant. It is with the Saarai-Kaar’s blessing that he has come to ensure that the work of your healers is uninterrupted on the front lines of war where their powers are needed most. I could sing of his praises as a warrior and his abilities to move about unnoticed if that would put your healers at ease; but trust me when I say he is a wraith to only be seen when the situation demands.”

 

”I and Apprentice Svata, on the other hand, have come to serve as a liaison at the bidding of our master. The Sith are a force that can only be stopped by combining all of our skills and abilities. We have some ships and men, but we do not bring with us a standing army; instead we bring with us the skills that have kept us alive since your predecessors and ours. Skills in standing against wayward force wielders and moving about unseen amongst enemy and friend.” 
 

Pausing, the Duros raised a forkful of food to his mouth, pausing to allow Adenna time to respond. 

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Adenna ate politely while the ambassador spoke. She wasn't completely hungry, but there were several tasty offerings here and it would be rude not to partake. There were many in the Galaxy who did not have the luxury of a table full of appetizing food, so it would be a disservice to them to waste what was prepared.

 

"One drop raises the largest of oceans," she responded warmly. "We, right now, are in need of soldiers willing to make a stand. It doesn't matter how many or how few: all who are willing to fight are more than welcome."

 

She took a sip of some wine and replaced the goblet on the table. With a slightly more serious tone, she continued "The Jedi stand for the Light and will always do so. There is a constant struggle against the Darkness that every one who takes up the blade or blaster must wrestle with. I am aware of the toll that this war will take on the Jedi and I embrace it so that others do not have to. Our brethren in the Imperial Knights take this duty quite seriously as well, though admittedly they prefer rather harsh responses to any taint of darkness. I understand that the Jensaarai have had struggles with the Jedi in the past and have trod closer than some Jedi would like to the Darkness, but it is the opinion of past Jedi scholars that your Order is not corrupted as the Sith or Nightsisters of Dathomir are."

 

Adenna's blue eyes stared straight into the Sarlacc's large red eyes and all semblance of casual friendship left her face, replaced with the rigidly hard intensity that could only be commanded by one forced to lead and make difficult decisions. "I do not intend offense, but I would be utterly remiss of my duties as leader and guardian of the Jedi Order if I did not make sure one that I wish to welcome into our ranks would not become a poison to taint and destroy what we believe in."

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The scrape of a chair broke the moment of silence that proceeded the Grandmaster’s shift and query. With a quick wave of his free hand, The Sarlacc stopped the now standing Mantis where he stood; having stood to take offense to such an accusation.

 

Setting his fork down on his plate, the Duro warrior’s unblinking gaze met that of the Grandmaster and a soft chuckle rolled from lipless mouth, “A fitting question in times of war I suppose. Especially of one whose peoples have crossed blades before. If you will recall the histories however,” he continued leaning back in his seat and hooking a gangly arm around the corner of the back in clear signs of non-aggression. “it was yours who sought out our people with the intent of destroying them. Not the other way around. Jensaarai do not fear the darkness; nor do we embrace it and cultivate it’s destructive fruit in some fool’s rush for power. To do so is to only give into weakness. Isn’t that what the dark side preys upon, weakness? We seek the truth Grandmaster. Though formed in the darkness, we have risen with the light of daybreak. We have come at the direction of our master and intend no harm to any who seek the path to true peace.”

 

Slowly, Defender Mantis lowered himself back into his seat, turning his attention back to the food before him and ignoring any would be wayward glances from those who were less than comfortable with his ancient Sith-inspired garb.

 

Picking up his fork again, The Sarlacc continued, “Tell me, Grandmaster, what is it that the Jedi seek?”

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Svata watched his master leave, then turned to back to the ship. Absentmindedly humming a tune as he played a counter-melody on his nose, he ran a security check through the ships systems.

 

No unauthorized access, no twitchy systems, and even the landing struts were registering the expected weight plus Svata. Smiling, he rubbed another of his charms as he pondered the Sarlaac's silent admonition.

 

This new master is going to take a bit to get used to, he thought, moving the charm through his fingers in a deft bit of sleight of hand. New family, new rules I guess. Still, seems like a solid man. The Saarai-Kaar trusted him with this mission, and Meska would have stretched my tail if I didn't learn from him.

We are just a few steps apart on the trail...I like that.

Still, wonder how he got that name? Reaaaallly hope the Force doesn't see fit to name me Shaak or something like that.

Heh, maybe Bantha. I'm certainly hairy enough.

 

Svata sauntered up to one of the landing platform guards, who eyed him as he approached but kept discipline by holding a respectable, neutral military stance.

"Excuse me," Svata said, dropping his previous formal tone and lapsing into his more natural, breezy voice. "But I don't suppose I could get a tour?"

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Adenna eyed the reaction to her challenge with consideration and not the least bit of intimidation. There were no shock troopers or Jedi Knights waiting in the wings to rush in and destroy these newcomers: she was here on her own and yet she had no fear. Though she could sense very little within the Force from these two, she did not pick them as assassins or even as threats. Instead, she was more intrigued as to these newcomers and whatever potential they could offer. She understood how direct her question was, but these were warriors, not diplomats and she wouldn't dishonor them by pretending they were anything but.

 

"The Jedi stand in the Light and defend those innocent who can't defend themselves," she answered. "In times of peace, we heal and mediate disputes. But in times of war, we must stand up and use our strength and convictions to fight evil and Darkness wherever it appears. The Jedi seek balance within themselves, an opposition to the Darkness that is always waiting. To do that, we must sometimes make sacrifices of ourselves so others do not."

 

She took another deliberate bite into her food. As she did, she allowed her own natural mental shields in the Force to fade so that the two, should they wish it, could get a sense of her. "In the past, we hunted the Darkness wherever it could be found, both within and without. We did so knowing that should it be left to fester, it would grow into a larger threat. The Jedi found many threats and ended them before they consumed worlds and the Galaxy is better for it. For some, that meant educating and correcting, but for others, that meant fire and death.

 

"I accept responsibility but make no apology for the actions against the Jensaarai by those who came before me. Who am I to say what those involved on both sides saw? If there was a Darkness in your forefathers, then the Jedi were right to act. Had the they not acted, the Force only knows what the Jensaarai would have become. Would they have been another Palpatine, Ar-Pharazon, or Exodus? Would they have become like the Nightsisters, a threat as dangerous the Sith we face, or something far worse? We do not know, but through the intervention of those past Jedi, as painful as it was, the Force was able to guide the Jensaarai along a new path, one that led away from the Darkness. You are not alone suffering this harsh fate: the Jedi, too, have suffered from this purging as we have fought our own who have fallen and the failure to do so resulted in much suffering."

 

She looked pointedly at both of the beings before her. She might have been born Adenna Alluyen, a slave of Thalassia, but now she wore the mantle of the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order and all the privilege and baggage that came with it. She would not shirk from the past, nor would she apologize for fighting any who were of the Dark. If the Jensaarai were to work with the Jedi, then they would have to be able to come to terms with the past. If the Jedi were to work with the Jensaarai, they would also have to accept what they had done.

 

"The Jedi have not always been successful in their purpose, as the presence of the Sith can attest. Regrettably, we have had to take actions that are harsh, that are made in haste, or without complete knowledge. The Force guides us, but we do not always interpret it correctly. We have stumbled and we have erred, yet the best of us constantly strive to be better and walk in the Light. I cannot say if another method would have served the Jensaarai better, but the Force controls all and we must bow to its wishes. Some of us are destined to be born through fire, others through luxury. The Jedi have experienced both and have suffered for it and so also have the Jensaarai."

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The two Jensaarai traded silent glances with one another. The Mantis tucked into his food and The Sarlacc carefully chewed, allowing the silence between them to settle for a minute before pressing onwards. 
 

“One cannot change the past. It is why we can derive so much knowledge from the past, so long as it is kept true. What is important is that we move forward from where we stand in the moment. Though there may be some of our order who view your Jedi with suspicion yet, just as I am aware some of your followers will be less than thrilled with our existence; our order, like yours, is committed to the cause of the light: peace.

I apologize that we cannot bring any trinket to formally memorialize this event. The Jensaarai are a simple people. Perhaps, in time, we can exchange teachings of our respected ways and unique abilities granted us by the force; but for now,” he paused, drumming his fingers on the table as he pondered for a moment, “I suppose we can hope that this will do.”  Reaching to his hip, The Sarlacc drew his lightsaber hilt and extended it across the table towards Adenna, the emitter facing the length of the table. “I hope that this can symbolize our level of commitment to the cause.”

 

The Sarlacc had constructed his purple-bladed weapons many years before and he knew the importance of such a weapon to the Jedi. He hoped that the weightiness of the object would impart the seriousness of their endeavor.

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Adenna nodded in acknowledgment of the offer, but gently pressed the weapon back into its creator's hands. "I respect your offer, but why would I wish to disarm an ally when in the middle of war? The trinkets you mentioned are of little value to the Jedi: physical possessions can be distractions and actions are more powerful than words. Your mere presence here and the risk you took is symbol enough, and if you wish to take action and fight, then we will have opportunity soon enough to accomplish that. If the Jedi and Jensaarai are to trust each other, bonds forged in combat are the quickest way."

 

She took another sip of wine and sat back in her chair. "The Jedi are preparing a two pronged attack. One group led by me will begin raiding the enemy behind their lines, taking weapons and supplies meant for their armies of evil and bringing them to our own forces. The other group will be linking up with an interdictor and raiding enemy shipping with a similar purpose. We are in need of weapons, money, and supplies and there is no better way to acquire them than by taking them from our enemy. If you wish to accomplish us, you are most welcome. If you have other areas you feel your skills would be better suited, then speak them and I will see what I can do to support you in those endeavors."

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Taking his weapon back to his beltline, The Sarlacc responded cheerfully, “One of the differences between our two peoples is that the Jensaarai, in an effort to move about unseen and undetected, utilize a variety of weapons beyond the traditional lightsaber.”
 

Scraping the last of the food that was on his plate together onto his fork and eating it, the Jensaarai listened, nodding.

 

“Perhaps,” he chuckled, “We may be of assistance yet. It would be sad to tarnish the Jedi name with claims of piracy. We have ships as well. Allow Apprentice Svata and I to harry enemy shipping. No sense drawing more ire if rogue and rapscallions can be blamed. Defender Mantis, however, if you will allow it, was insistent on his quest, even to the Saarai-Kaar. He feels that he owes a life bond to the healer of the Jedi that saved his life.” 

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As the booming voice of the Grandmaster echoed through the complex, he was warned by the voice of the woman he was madly in love with. He had followed the crowd gathering into a bigger and bigger crowd until they amassed into a giant crowd. There at the head of the congregation of troops stood the two women most important to him. Adenna and Sandy. 

 

His body flinched in pain in reaction to the memory of his last encounter with Sandy. In another part of his mind he wondered what happened on the mission he had to bail out of. Across his body the Force Brands that had been burned into his flesh briefly flared along with the memory. A quick trace through his datapad showed that his ship was docked nearby- now he was curious about the particulars- of the missions end results. Had she found the EV? Where was it? In a dark corner of his mind that he was trying to shine light onto he hoped it was at the middle of a singularity inside a black hole. 

 

Thats foolish. Thought to himself. He knew he should banish those... unproductive thoughts.

 

Wary of his social status, he avoided the general push to greet Sandy. He was a black sheep, and so he wouldn’t make the situation worse than what it already was. His fingernails dug into the smooth skin on his chin, he regretted ever shaving because now he didnt have a beard to twirl, he decided to make the Scratching his chin, he regretted shaving his beard, he melted back through the crowd; contemplating what to do next. 

 

Limping his way from the gathering, he wandered through the compound. Waiting for his summons- or orders to report somewhere. This was an odd switch of how he used to be- brazenly walking into rooms and meetings, speaking his mind. His actions were always misunderstood so now he wouldn’t take any action for the time being, just meander through the compound. Looking over certain shops and departments. It wasn’t his place to oversee everything here, but a lot of what was occurring now was possible because of the actions he had taken years ago. There was a sort of pride he felt with how he had laid the groundwork for the Jedi to be supplied in such a fashion. Jedi were not supposed to take pride in their action for fear of the slippery slope that was the dark side. The moment was brief, but left Vos day dreaming about what could have been- but that was pushed aside as well. Such thoughts were nothing more than distractions. Why keep bringing the thought up and reopening those wounds?  

 

Looking down at his hands through his semi-blinded eyes, he sighed as he examined his brands. Then continued to walk around the grounds. As he walked around the corner he saw a doorway- and a flood of memories came back to him. Again, his muscles stiffened, and he walked towards the doorway. 

 

His mind raced, waking in this fog- he remembered this doorway, it was his access to the Hutt he was enslaved to. As his cane clacked against the paved lane- he knew they were just memories and the scars were long gone but the leather whip against his flesh sent a cold spark of pain through his body. 

 

In the back of his mind he knew that he was over analyzing everything and letting things resonate with his new body, well a different body than the one he had originally been born in… through the Force he tried to pull himself away from it all- and back to reality. When he finally did; he was a little shocked that he saw the dining hall through the door frame. There were several people there. And Kel, and… Adenna. He froze, not realizing how he got there in the first place. In hindsight it was obvious: he had walked there in a daze of long ago memories. Coupled with that and the Force… He rested the cane against his leg and tightened his hair atop his head, then tightened the cloth around his eyes. At the moment he was seeing through the Force anyways so what did that matter? With his left arm in a sling, he gripped the top of his cane with his right hand and stepped forward. 

 

There he was- in Jedi Master Robes- cleaned and without any blaster holes or other tears in the garment, hair that was tinted with grey, no facial hair, but there were the brands across his exposed skin. 

 

Calmly and confidently, Vos stepped into the meeting area- the swirls within the Force emanating from the others in the room that he could feel were quite… organic. The blues and green hues bounced off or maneuvered around the purples and yellows. Time to focus on the physical realm...

 

The cane subtly announced his presence as he walked towards the table. One of the guests clipped their saber to their belt, judging by the sound of metal on metal, and they continued to speak. Inwardly, he sighed as he heard the subject of piracy. Time to be bombastic, he thought. 

 

Tobias bowed and greeted Adenna, “Grandmaster.”

 

Turning his head in the direction of the guests she was hosting “Good day, Gentlebeings, I am Master Tobias Vos.” He said and bowed as a greeting, and took a seat with a slight sigh as he stretched out his left leg. Since he was close enough to overhear their conversation, he chose not to provide any input on the topic. He hoped he was doing the right thing here... something told him to be here, who was he to resist?

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Adenna grinned slightly at the word "piracy" being used. She had fought against plenty of pirates and didn't consider any of what she planned the Jedi on doing to be piracy, but she understood his concern. "We will focus only on Sith aligned ships or those doing business with the Sith Empire, but I can see your con...."

 

Her voice trailed off as she saw the man entering the hall. It took a long moment to even recognize him, either through the Force or with her physical eyes. Tobias had changed in the year since she had last seen him. He had changed quite a bit, and she was sure it would take a good deal of time to fully quantify just how much he had changed. On impulse, she brought back the normal mental barriers that had been lowered so that she was back to her normal, guarded self as she stared at him while he shuffled towards them.

 

She had received a report that the exiled Jedi had returned to Nar Shaddaa, but she had deliberately not brought their paths together. Instead, she wanted to wait and see what he would do, to see how he would address the situation he now found himself in. Part of her was gladdened to see him here, but another was horrified that he had chosen this time to return to her.

 

It took her a moment to collect her thoughts, during which Tobias managed to get close to them and introduce himself. She paused, then decided to roll with what had come. "Master Vos, this is Defender Sarlaac and Defender Mantis of the Jensaarai. They have come to ally with the Jedi and the Rebels so that we can fight our mutual enemy, the Sith."

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“Oh of course.” The Jensaarai quickly agreed. “The Sith and those who supply them are the only ones who need relieved Anything else caught in our snare that does not constitute a threat will be quickly released.” The Duros turned to offer a nod of greeting to the newly arrived Jedi before turning back to Adenna. “Am I right to assume that a time and place for such an endeavor has already been designated? No sense just parking and waiting I suppose.”  The Jensaarai tried to choose his words carefully, unsure what all the new arrival had heard or was privy to. 

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Kel watched on in silence as the grand master and the Jensaarai discussed the histories of each of their groups. For a moment it seemed like hostilities would ensue when defender mantis aggressively rose from his seat in response to one of Adenna's remarks, but defender sarlacc prevented any escalation. Soon after, Kel was beginning to feel out of place when he heard a ping from his comm. The Jensaarai apprentice had requested a tour. seeing this as a perfect opportunity, Kel excused himself from the gathering to acquaint himself with the new comer.

 

When Kel arrived at the hangar he recieved a salute from the platform guards that Svata had spoken to. "As you were good sirs. I can handle things from here." and so the guards had returned to their posts leaving Kel and Svata to their own devices. "So, shall we be going then?"

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There was a slight wince as Sandy mentioned an apprentice, but Aidan steeled himself. It was likely coming sooner or later, whether he liked it or not. It was simply the way of things.

"Honestly, I don't know if I'm ready for one, but I'm allowed to select my own before one is eventually assigned to me. I'm really not sure I'm ready for it, either. But hey, they made you a master, and you helped train both myself and Kel, so...maybe it won't be that bad, I guess. Speaking of, do you feel...different at all? I always kind of just expected to feel, I don't know...more powerful when I was made a full Knight. Instead I just feel like the same old Aidan. Frankly, it's a little scary, it feels like more responsibility without the internal reassurance to tell me I can handle it."

He decided to gloss over his dreams, as it was something he could handle later. He'd earlier found an interesting meditation on his father's holocron, and was already planning on trying it to help rid his dreams of nightmares and calm his inner mind. He wasn't perfect and he knew it, it was one of the reasons he was able to overcome the Sith poisons on the Eternal Vigilance: by embracing the truth that he was flawed and would need to start his true path from that perspective.

 

And then a message came in from Master Kyrie, with attached official documents marking him as the Imperial Knight's official ambassador to the Jedi. Maybe it was something to do with his heritage, but it was yet another responsibility on his plate that he would have to grin and bear with. He didn't think he was the most diplomatic person, but then again, he'd never really tried either. A slight pang of sadness rushed through him as he also realized that he wasn't able to see his Master for a bit longer, but this was the life they led. 

He brought his focus back to the present, addressing Sandy once more. "Apparently, I'm also now the Imperial Knight's ambassador to the Jedi. Why they didn't make one of the masters the ambassador, I can't fathom. Probably has something to do with my name. Gods, I might need to just up and change it...how does Arbuckle Finklehorn sound?" It was a bad joke, but he still allowed himself a dry chuckle.

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Sandy left the questions about if the Imperials drafted their apprentices from the ranks, and chalked it off to they probably did the exact same thing the Jedi Order did. Jedu more….militarily. They probably had a full force of testers for new immigrants to feed their ranks and Sandy pondered if the Jedi could use such an apparatus. And decided to ask Adenna the next time she saw her. Her emerald eyes looked up into Aidan’s equally green eyes and she smiled in response to his question. 

 

“I feel absolutely no different than when I was an apprentice. I have a basic idea of how I can get through situations, but i’ll be damned if I don’t just wing it every time. But perhaps I have just gotten better at winging it? There is a lot of pressure sure, but I guess its kind of a pressure that has built up over time for me.” She looked off over his shoulder, as she thought over the deeper implications of his counter questions. “I don’t feel as scared now I guess. When I was fighting Relmis I was calmed and focused.” She touched her stomach where the flesh was still taking ages to mend, she winced a bit and looked back down at her own datapad as Aidan checked his. 

 

She looked up when he did. Guessing that this might be the best time to ask him the question she had been considering since she had gotten her orders. 

 

“Well my Lord Moff and High Imperial Ambassador Finklehorn, may I say you are most welcome to join me on Scarif if you so desire.” She flipped him her own datapad. "I was there a couple years back and even if the mission is hard, it could be a nice place to relax." She laughed and took another sip of the rapidly cooling caf. “But really Aidan, change it or not, you have done your family name more than proud. Your mom scares the shit out of me, and I can’t imagine what your Dad was like. But I know you have more than made them proud. Sorry the name gets you all these side adventures though.” 

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Nodding in acknowledgment to the guests, the Jedi Master remained silent. But he did deduce that they were still planning some sort of hit and fade attack. Despite his eyes covered by the cloth, Tobias still looked at his Grandmaster, then back to the visitors. He did have input, but he remained silent. His mouth and opinions were the source of him getting into trouble- and he was not about to voice his outside-the-box thinking. If the Grandmaster wanted to hear his thoughts, he would give them. Until that time came to be, he would remain silent. 
 

Deep down, he wished the Imperials had built him that Interdictor he had paid for... for the Jedi, of course. He kept his stoic expression in place. 

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