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She gave the woman’s hand a tight squeeze before she let go. 

 

“I think most of us in the Jedi Order have our own unique tale of woe. Though before I start my own journey I must say that your outlook and direction towards those that hurt you, is admirable and very healthy."

 

It was the approach of a Jedi knight, and even if the woman never set another foot onto the path of the Jedi, Sandy could feel a bud of hope grow in a section of her mind. A hope towards the future of the galaxy that had only ever, much like this woman, seen the ravages of abuse and war. 

 

Some jedi try for decades to release their trauma in such a way, your approach gives me a lot of hope towards the future of the galaxy.” And perhaps the future of those many Sith that had disappeared after the end of the battle in Nar Shaddaa. The Knights claimed that they had not died, as many had claimed, and the rumours regarding the soul of the Empress being lost in the fight told her much more about the future of the Galaxy. But for now,  There could be healing, even in in places where the light has rarely shone. 

 

She held up a thin white hand where the telling micro scars of skin grafting could still be seen. As she began to talk. How much to tell? How much to tell of a failed mission that had turned her life on its head? A failure of Galactic alliance and Jedi High command. A master sending her still untrained apprentice into a den of slavers with nothing but a training saber? An ambush, capture, failed rescue attempt. Rape, torture, leering grins from the shadows of her cell. Days of it turning to weeks. Rescue, and then the long solitude and depression. Failure, hate, despair. 

 

She turned the hand over, a long line of crisscrossed marks stretching from wrist up to disappear in the hem of her tunic. A patchwork of pain and despair, written into flesh with a pen of sharpened steel. Lines crossed over lines, and though they were now faint, no amount of bacta could remove that old self infliction. But when at last, in the depths of despair, abandoned by masters and friends alike, she had held her lightsaber to the side of her head, the trusty weapon had failed. 

 

At that point there was hope, even as slim as it may have been, she had clung to it.Pulling herself up from the depths of despair, each hope leading to the next, until she was able to rebuild herself. It was a tale of woe, but one she was glad to share with a friend. 

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     There’s truth to what they say: misery loves company; and broken people find others who are broken.

 

     Keenava felt the squeeze; a hand gesture; a pulse of hope and assured security that passed quietly between them. She felt the trust, new though it was, and smiled a little before Sandy began her tale.

 

     The young Jedi Master raised one of her pale hands, and Keenava was surprised by the damage. An illustrated tapestry of woe streamed across her white skin. A myriad of emotions bloomed at the sight. Her words wove with the branches of scar tissue that were still visible. And with every new revelation, Keenava moved a micrometer closer to the edge of her seat. 

 

      Every colorful swirl of pain drew their experiences closer together, which was something she never thought of. Until now, she never understood that a future with the Jedi was possible. With how broken she was, she concluded a future with the Sith was inevitable. But this young woman persisted. Sandy pushed forward regardless of her pain and managed to avoid losing herself to it. Even as close to it as she was, the evidence winding up and down her wrists, she avoided destruction. Sandy was one of the strongest people Keenava had ever met. 

 

     It was one thing to feel pain and hatred; all people do. It’s a natural part of life.    

 

      It was quite another thing to embrace everything else and persist to spite it. The embrace of the dark is tempting, it’s easy. You want to seek revenge, you want to push past your peers, you want to rise above your abusers, you want to seek strength to free you from expectation. You want to feel loved, you want to feel like you matter, you want to find validation. But what do you need? 

 

      You never seek to resolve those lingering feelings, or to process them in a healthy way. They become ancient barnacles that cling to a sinking ship as your everything sinks into an unhealthy miasma until you’re left gasping in the dark with no way out.

 

      Keenava reached out, touching Sandy’s scarred hand gingerly. She ran her callused fingers soft over the branched scars. Every branch an echo of pain; the trails of tears that were shed in futility. A single tear slid across the Twi'lek's obsidian skin as she looked deep into the forest of Sandy’s eyes. She clasped the Jedi's hand between both of hers and felt a wan smile tug at the edge of her cheeks. 

 

      “Thank you for sharing. I know it's hard and I’m glad you opened up.”


 

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Sandy smiled in response to the touch that traced the scars on her hand and arm. There was peace there, an understanding that passed between them that could not be easily expressed. A pain that they had both experienced, and a healing that would come in time. And in that moment at least, Sandy could sense a seed of friendship blossoming between the two of them. A pure and genuine one, which brought a wide smile to her pale lips and she clasped the other woman’s hand just as tightly. 

 

“Thank you, Keenava.” 

 

Who knew that in the midst of a horrific loss of life, the near destruction of an Alliance planet, and galactic turmoil, there was still an opportunity to meet a friend? Sandy was grateful for it, even though she knew even in the speaking, that their time for rest was nearly finished. Her datapad chimed annoyingly, persistently informing her that she had been dispatched on another mission for the Jedi Order. She sighed and sat back, releasing the other woman's hand and reaching into the pouch that hung from her belt. A single glance told her that a priority mission was in the works and that her presence was requested at the command headquarters a few kilometers away. 

 

Her green eyes glanced up from the screen and she sat he datapad down on the table beside her. “I have been summoned, and another mission takes me off world in a few hours. I do not want to pressure you to follow with me, but if you wished to, you would be most welcome.”

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Having finished up with yet another task, this time relieving several exhausted orderlies and completing an inventory of a rather disorganized salvaged store of med supplies, Leena set off walking. Midway through her comm had dinged on her hip, a secure message; she would check it later.

 

Well, it was later now and even as her muscled ached, she shuffled off. A Healer’s work was never done. Checking the message, she slowly nodded, off world work. The Jedi were back at it. Scrolling through a list of tasks, the councilwoman smiled. Time for a small respite.

 

Making her was towards the mess hall, she grabbed a clean mug and filled it to near the brim with steaming caf. Turning, she surveyed the room. Seeing Sandy and the repentant Sith she had helped rescue, she shuffled over to them. Sliding down the bench, she heard Sandy’s final question and piped up, as per her usual fashion, “You got the same message too? I will admit, it might be nice for a change of scenery. Things seemed to have settled down here for the moment at least. So whatcha say friend,” she looked to @Keenava Dira, “feel like jumping back towards the stars and working a little goodness into the galaxy?”

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Basi had receive the notification that the Jedi wanted to see him. He took leave from his squadron and got into his X-Wing, taking a deep breath he looked at the broken lightsaber hilt hanging from his belt next to his pistol. sighing the Togruta hoped he wasn't in trouble for taking it from where he found it.

 

Firing up the engines and punching in the coordinates in the Navicomputer he took off and headed for Ylesia. His thoughts flooding his mind with the possibilities of what might happen when he arrives there. After what seemed like forever he entered the planets orbit and slowly landed.

 

Talking with some people to find out where he was headed after disembarking his X-Wing Basi was directed to and led into the Mess hall taking a deep breath he cleared his throat and spoke.

 

"My apologies Masters, but I received a message about needing to be seen. My name is Basi Byleen, and I hope I'm not interrupting anything." The Togruta male says with a hopeful smile.

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Before @Keenava Dira could ponder and respond to Leena’s smiling query, a fourth presence materialized at their table. a Togruta about the same size as the white-robed healer stood close enough to be clear he was addressing their group. Leena smiled. He had made it. She had almost forgotten the comm she had sent out in the hubbub of the post-apocalyptic galaxy they found themselves in. His flight abilities had caught the Master Healer’s attention a while ago and as the force would have it, his skills would be useful for their upcoming operation, trained as a Jedi or not. It was not going to be every time she could rely on her more unscrupulous Squib friends, sometimes their greed and mouths got even her into trouble. When she and this muscled pilot had crossed paths, she had sensed the force about him, raw and untrained. She had watched from a distance, she had even patched up a few of the man’s comrades; although, she was not sure if he knew that or not. After Nar Shaddaa, she had sent for the man. It was time. If the darkness of that battle had not broken his spirit, he had already passed his first test. His arrival was most fortuitous. 

 

Winking at @Sandy Sarna, Leena turned to look up at the Alliance regaled red-skinned pilot, her face turned serious. “That you did airman.” She spoke with a tone of seriousness bordering on concern. “Your rapid response is noted. You have been reassigned to us for the duration.” The duration of what, she did not say. The paperwork would have been a nightmare, had she actually tried to file any.  It had been easier to reach out to @Basi’s commanding officer. If he turned out to be an eligible Jedi candidate, he would be granted indefinite leave; if he didn’t and was deemed a good Alliance soldier, she would send him back to his unit. Leena nodded her head solemnly at the broken hilt hanging at the man’s belt, she asked, “Where did you come by that? Kill a Jedi perhaps? Maybe even a Sith Lord on Nar Shaddaa?” She turned back to look at Keenava and Sandy to ask, “but does he know how to use it? Master Sandy, might he be one of yours? To carry such a formidable tool is quite the burden. Not one undertaken lightly.” She turned back to Basi, “One I hope you understand if you are to accompany the Jedi on our next mission.” She scooted down the bench and patted the seat she had just vacated. “Sit down master Byleen,” Leena’s face broke into a warm smile. “You can fly something more bulky than an X-wing can’t you?” 

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Friend. It was a strange word, and an even stranger feeling.

 

     It hung leaden on the shelf of her mind for so long, unused or taken for granted. But now there were not one but two people who granted her clemency—people who, until recently, would have likely dispatched her without hesitation.

 

     They were looking at her expectantly. But there was no weight to it. The feeling was warm. It was like the tingly sensation you get holding your hand against a budding flame—not the feeling you get when you let your hand sit right above the flame—but the building sensation that rose as you held your open palms beside a blaze. It was careful and considerate. It was warm without burning into a chaotic inferno.

 

A silent tear rubbed the obsidian cheek of the Twi’lek as she nodded quietly to their proposal.

 

     "Of course, Sandy, and of course I’d be happy to accompany you both. Heck, I’m super eager to get moving. I’ve been sitting down for way too long." Keenava replied. She rose to her feet and immediately felt the blood rush straight into her lekku. She noticed the world spinning for a brief moment but remained steady. "Oh!" Keenava exclaimed, "there is something I have to take care of first, but I’ll be right back!"

 

     After allowing the blood to settle in her protesting brain tails, the Twi’lek vaulted gently over the mess hall table into a neat flip and threaded her body gracefully between two soldiers that were walking by. She kicked her body into standing and maneuvered her way out of the mess hall toward the medical tents.

 

     Minutes passed before Keenava returned with a slight smile tugging at her face and a faint bounce in her step. “That little girl from before says ‘Hi,’ Sandy.”

 

     Keenava paused, abruptly noticing the Togruta in their group for the first time, and wondered whether they’d been there the whole time or if they’d arrived after she left. Regardless, Keenava was now bouncing on the balls of her feet, ready and willing to go as soon as everyone else was. Sitting down for a long time had really made her antsy. Now that she was up, her limbs were eager to move.

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Basi looked to Leena a smile on his lips as he was addressed. Had Nar Shadda broken his spirit, no... He still wanted to do what was right and defend the people protect them.

 

"Reassigned? Thank you ma'am but why me?" The question is one that had plagued him since first receiving the comm. The nod to the broken hilt has him looking at it and shaking his head softly as he's asked.

 

"Kill a Jedi...No Ma'am while fighting my way back to my X-Wing I saw a figure prone on the ground gasping bleeding and reaching for this, he taps the hilt. I fired a shot to try and get some extra help as I started rendering field aid. I did everything I could every thing in my power as a medic to save that young Jedi, I placed the hilt in his hand so I could give him the right to die with honor as a warrior. Once he passed I took it and brought it with me in an attempt to find you all and possibly return it to his master if not to the jedi as a whole a way to memorialize the young man." The Togrutan man sighs and removes the hilt from his belt offering it to Leena or Sandy to take as he drops to his knees holding it up.

 

"I'm deeply sorry about the loss of your Jedi and especially one so young, I wish I could have done more to save him." The second part of the question gets him raising a brow and his Lekku twitched. "Know how to use it? No. Heavy burden? Undertaken, the burden to undertake is protecting and defending the innocent, keeping the peace even at the risk of my own life."  He looks around for a moment and takes the seat Leena offered him. Looking between the Trio he stays quiet for a moment. "Accompany the Jedi you say it'd be my honor. And as for what I can fly, if it has engines and wings and all I can fly it!"

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Sweat beaded across sienna skin behind the clothed hides of a training tent as the hum and clash of a synthetically silver blade emitted from within. For passersby, it was a typical sound for those within the Imperial Encampment to hear, especially with the surgence of Imperial Knights. However, within, it's sight was anything but typical as the small figured Miralukian meditated in her movements and strengthened her connection to the Force. For the Imperial Knight within wasn't just any wayward Knight. She was the prodigy of Lady Cassandra. She was Lady Pandora Legatha Maximus, and her existence was as complicated as the will of the Force.

 

Her story began just a few short years ago at the conclusion of the Battle of Dark Sun Station. Unconscious, her mind broken, Pandora was found adrift within one of the Station's escape pods. When the Imperial Remnant located and rescued her, she was found to have no memories of her previous life and all attempts made to recover them threatened to shatter her very existence. This was the first time Lady Cassandra and Pandora met, and during her recovery at Anaxes over the course of the year that followed, the two became bonded. But Cassandra wasn't the only one Pandora bonded with neither. For in her recovery, a young Imperial Marine named Sampson Maximus came into her life. And in him, Pandora found a kinship.

 

The next time that Cassandra and Pandora met, Pandora had followed Sampson into the Imperial Marines and found the girl broken once again. But this time, it was a matter of the heart and not one of the mind. What began as a helping hand and words of encouragement inevitably turned into tutorship and eventually an Apprenticeship. Under Lady Cassandra's guidance, Pandora quickly grew not only as a person, but as an Imperial Citizen and Squire. And by the time that the Battle of Nar Shadaa came, Pandora was ready to be named a full fledged Imperial Knight.

 

But Nar Shadaa came at a price, one that Pandora quickly found steep and despite her attempts at understanding them, found herself instead struggling with them deeply so. And so, we meet Pandora in her struggles to rise above them, to settle her heart and mind in the ancient art of Alchaka. For most Wardens, Meditation is essential. Most find it a reflection not only of themselves, but as a means of centering themselves. And yet, for Pandora, it was much more. It was a moment of release, a moment of silent contemplation and expression, away from the prying eyes of others where she could let go and simply express herself. It was a moment where she could drop the smile and embrace her sadness and grief. A moment of balancing herself.

 

Deactivating her saber and collapsing it's form, Pandora dropped to her knees in exhaustion. Her hair soaked from sweat draped over her face and songsteel veil, she sat there, and sighed. Deep down, she knew there was nothing that could have been done, no other path taken. But she couldn't help but question neither, a constant mental bombardment of what ifs as well as self guilt. Swiping the hair from her face, she reached for the cup of water upon the weapons crate, taking a solemn drink before placing it back and reaching for her robes. Her moment of solitude was fleeting, and her duties would soon call her back into action. It was time to gather herself.

 

When Pandora emerged from within the tent, her hair was braided and her robes straight, a humble smile upon her face as her gaze met those that passed by and her hands clung to the sash that wrapped her waist, a maiden of the Imperial Knights. For this is who Pandora was. Duty before persona, obligation before self. Moments of weakness were understandable, but could not last. This is who Cassandra taught her to be, and in her memory, this is who she would continue to be.

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Leena pondered, nodding slowly as @Basi explained his actions. She knew, perhaps more than most, the importance to a warrior of dying a noble death. She also knew the fallacy such a notion presented in the real world. War was brutal and death was ugly. There was no dignity in dying with your innards shed from their rightful place or as one was consumed by the fogs of war, wear, and time itself. Yet, the notion was an honorable one, and one that she sought to  preserve to the dying. Such a time was no place for philosophical differences. It was a time to offer peace.
 

Taking the hilt in her hand, Leena twirled it about her fingers once as if to test it’s weight. She did not recognize it, nor it’s bearer; but that was not entirely unexpected given the circles she tended to run in. “We have all lost much.” She mused aloud. “The horrors of war are not lost on anyone. Every being has been touched by them.” She offered warmly as her eyes flowed from the hilt to the pilot. She stared at him, her bulbous fishy eyes unblinking as if she sought to read something beneath the surface. “Even we Jedi.” Leena stopped spinning the hilt to hold the base of it by it’s round end, the emitter pointing upwards. Her eyes stared up at it. “This tool is like war. It should be used rarely, only in times of greatest need. Even then,”  she looked back at Basi and offered a warm reassuring smile. “Sparingly and with the lightest of touches.”

 

”To strike down another is a task that no Jedi should find pleasure in. It stains one’s soul to do so even if we have no other choice. Conversely, the healing arts are ones that seek to undo the damages wrought by this war. By righting the wrongs dealt to one, we light paths to right many more.”

 

Leena spun the saber in her hand and offered the  pommeled end to Basi. “I think it best if you hold onto this. To memorialize that Jedi and honor his legacy. Remember his face, what he died to protect. See to it that you strive to uphold the highest of expectations that will be placed on you. You were there with him when he died. It may just be the will of the for you to carry on in his place.” She placed a reassuring hand on the Togruta’s shoulder and smiled warmly at @Keenava Dira, her anxiousness to move well noted. “Soon my friend. We Jedi are a patient lot. We don’t even know where we are going.”

 

 

 

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Sandy looked from her datapad to Leena, then to her friend's new apprentice. then at last to Keenava. The briefing was a quick one, more of an outline than anything final and set in duracrete. But it was her responsibility to make the mission work, and she would not have chosen a better Jedi team than the few people that stood around her. 

 

“Thank you for joining me on such late notice, as the situation stabilizes on the galactic front, it appears there are still dozens if not hundreds of Sith allied worlds whose governments have not been willing to or have been unable to approach the Alliance for help. One such world is called Falleen. A previously peaceful world whose goverment was overthrown by the Sith. We have not been able to establish contact since, and any reports speak of a blood cult, slavery, and massive brainwashing programs.” 

 

She looked up again. 

 

“We are to infiltrate the planet under disguise, identify leadership, and identify if there is a way to help the people of Falleen overthrow their oppressors, or if it should be left to the Imperial Military.” 

 

She smiled wanly at the thought. “We are not a member of the alliance military due to being Jedi Affiliated, which gives us a lot more leeway in how we proceed. Are you in?”

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The practice saber cut a long furrow through the wooden target. The white training saber burning and singing the carved edges of the target, enough heat to char, but not ignite. Though she did not doubt the ability of such a saber, labeled training as it was, to cause enough damage to harm or even kill someone if applied to, say, an eyesocket. She finished the long cut exercise and deactivated the saber, clicking it back into place on her belt before she left the training arena. A quick sanisteam, and she selected a deep purple Jumpsuit to replace her white training tunic. She made sure the insignia of the royal house of Naboo was visible on the epaulets, then she placed the thin crown back upon her head. It was not the royal crown itself, that had been long lost alongside the royal palace, but it was enough to denote her importance and rank should someone need her. 

 

No one usually did. Naboo was a dead planet as far as many were concerned. And though it was a beautiful one, expending resources to retake a vacation world was not the top priority of the new Galactic Government. So she continued to wander through the camp.

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On 11/21/2022 at 9:49 AM, Leena Kil said:

“I think it best if you hold onto this. To memorialize that Jedi and honor his legacy. Remember his face, what he died to protect. See to it that you strive to uphold the highest of expectations that will be placed on you. You were there with him when he died. It may just be the will of the for you to carry on in his place.” She placed a reassuring hand on the Togruta’s shoulder

 

 

Basi looked to Leena rather confused  by some if what she said.   "Yes Master I agree the Horrors of war are lost on none and that it affects all even if they have yet to realize it. The terror, the devastation and destruction, leaves many feeling tires, hopeless, angry and vengeful possibly even hateful. But as long as there are you Jedi, and those of us who aren't but wish to fight and defend justice, and freedom, a path of light forward through that darkness of war I think the path to healing will be easier to find and tread." The Togruta says with a soft smile. The spinning hilt gets his attention and the remainder of Leena's words hit him and run through his brain his mind replaying so many events rapid fire, his reflexes, his ability to see things before they happen, though untrained and not all the time. Things he chalked up to a little luck and a whole lot of skill now he was re-evaluating and he stopped and stared at Leena for a moment his four Lekku twitching.

 

Reaching out to the offered hilt and pommel taking it from her holding it and staring at it for a moment before clipping it back to his belt next to his blaster and bowing his head. "Are you saying I'm Force Sensitive that I'm to be trained as a Jedi? Is that How I'm to memorialize him and carry on in his place? There is no greater purpose than to honor what is lost and defend what is left, every weapon, is a tool that should be used sparingly and with the lightest touch. I for one would be honored and grateful to be taught and trained in the jedi ways." Basi's eyes flit between Sandy and Keenava giving the latter a smile and a nod before looking to Sandy and bowing his head. "I'm not a Jedi... at least not that ive been told yet but I'm honored and willing to go along on this mission should you all desire."

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Leena smiled as the realization of what she was saying seemed to dawn on the Alliance pilot. “It seems that the will of the force has brought our paths together my friend. It is up to you to accept it or deny it; but be warned,” Leena placed a knowing hand on @Basi’s hand staring into the Togruta’s fierce blue eyes with her soft golden ones, “to seek to circumvent the natural order of the force, to bend it to one’s own will; that is a path that leads to naught but suffering. It is a path most unnatural.” She removed her hand back to her own lap as @Sandy Sarna spoke, nodding her head as an aura of seriousness overcame her. This mission would be risky on all fronts; but still, it spoke to the Healer. She was not accustomed to being on the front lines. In truth, she despised it, preferring the chaos of a post-battlefield hospital to the horrors of combat itself. Yet here she was, called forth once again, not to fight, but to save and was that not her oath? To refuse would be to condemn the cancer of the Sith upon these people. That was unacceptable.

 

”You’re going to make me change out of my dress whites again aren’t you?” The Mon Cal jokingly teased, a hint of irritation at having to give up her usual roll and attire once again playing at the edge lf her voice. “Either way,” she continued as she stood. “I’m in.”

 

Stepping free of her benched seat, Leena turned back to Basi. “Jedi or not, you are welcome to join us. Just two things of note. For this mission, you are a member of the Jedi Order, not the Alliance and you might want to tuck that away out of sight somewhere until you can be taught to use it properly.” She pointed at the lightsaber. If they were going in undercover, glowing blades of green, blue, and purple would be a dead giveaway. “Bring your blaster and go find some gruffy spacer garb. We’ll meet at the landing pad in an hour. If you are serious about training as a Jedi, you will receive your first lesson there.” Leena turned and began to walk away, stopping after several steps and turning to face Basi once more. She extended her right hand in a friendly handshake. “Healer Leena Kil,  she offered by means of introduction with a warm smile before setting off once again.

 

Quickly Leena retreated back into the small enclave of the camp that had become inhabited by those Jedi actively working in the area.  Quickly she  changed out of her traditional white healer’s robes, a mark of her position within the Circle of Jedi Healers and donned plain beige and browns topped by the ubiquitous brown oversized robe every Jedi intrinsically seemed to have access to but nobody ever recognized as Jedi attire. Picking the lightsaber hilt up from her small end table, Leena pondered the hilt. She felt the warm glow of the green crystal within. It was not her saber. It was simply one that had been passed to her from the troves of sabers reclaimed  from the unknown fallen in the war. Her saber was lost, fallen on Lehon from the hands of the warrior she had entrusted it to. The pain of the battlefield flooded over her. So much loss that she had been unable to staunch even as she stood in that hole in the battlements, a vessel of the force against an unstoppable Sith onslaught. So many had died so needlessly that day. Leena quickly tucked the saber into the drawer of the table. She would not bring it. She did not need it. It was not her own. Was it even her place to take a life? Wiping a tear from her eye, the Jedi Master inhaled deeply allowing a sense of calm to overshadow the tumultuous emotions of the past, to offer a soothing tidal balm to her ragged soul. Mon Cal, Lehon, Byss, and so many more; such terrible evils suffered on the innocent and for what? A galaxy left in turmoil and an enemy that had seemed to all but fade beyond the Rim.

 

Straightening her robe, Leena grabbed a single jeweled crystal from the drawer beside the hilt. It glowed warm with healing light side energies of the living force. She tucked it in her pocket before shutting the drawer and turning to leave her quarters, locking the door on her way out.

 

Quickly she hurried towards the landing area. She did not know what ship they would be taking, neither did Basi. That was part of the test. Even if they found the others first, Basi would need to find Leena, to rely on his instincts, the guiding nature of the force itself and not his own reasoning. It was a simple task, one Leena had played as a youngling in the temples countless times.

 

As she arrived, she noted a plethora of ships, and even more officers, dockworkers, Jedi, Rebels, Imperials, and more worming tirelessly. Quickly, Leena approached the foreman overseeing the vast array of shipments coming and going. She offered a brief introduction and explanation before pressing the warm healing crystal into his hands with the instructions to give it only to the Torguta who came asking for her with no other explanation. She hoped the draw of the natural light imbued in the gem would help her soon-to-be apprentice calm his mind, connect him to the living force, and afford him a chance to not anxiously overthink, trusting that the force would lead him to her hiding place.

 

And it was a hiding place,

most unnatural and unsuspecting. Hurrying over, Leena found an entire squadron of Ugly-class fighters that were docked to the far side, currently unused. They certainly lived up to their name, amalgamated components of no less than a dozen different types of craft readily identifiable. Locating an unsecured Y-TIE Leena scrambled into the cockpit, pulling the screen closed over top of her. There, she settled in to wait, closing her eyes to meditate on the force. She reached outwards. She could feel all around them, their pains and ailments and stressors of day to day work mingled with the joys of victory and the hope of a better tomorrow; and almost by instinct, Leena tapped into these positive auras and amplified them, drawing them inward and radiating them back out tenfold until everyone in the area seemed to have a pep in their step and a smile or a whistle on their lips as they set about their tasks with redoubled energy and hope.

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Her duties usually included what most considered mundane, such as helping around the many mess tents used to feed the Refugees, as well as a few hours tending to and aiding the recovering patients in the medical tents, and on occasion, helping wayward sentients in their displacement. And in her time outside of duty, she could be typically found wandering around the encampments.

 

Seeing through the Force was rarely described and hard to convey. It was more feeling than actually seeing for most, similar to feeling winds swirl around one's self as emotions of intentions of others rolled across one's frame. But for Miralukians, evolution had only intensified it to a stronger degree in a near mimicry of a mixture of Force Sight with a vibration of echolocation. It was as if the Force within them vibrated at a frequency that gifted a more vibrant sight to the point that moments of clarity appeared within their minds. So in her moments of wandering, she tended to walk about the encampments simply to observe.

 

Some mornings brought glimmers of joy and hope as the Alliance began to reforge what the Sith had nearly destroyed. Some refugees found new homes on other worlds, bringing hope of a new life while others chose to stay and begin the colonization of Ylesia. But some days brought sorrow and despair, forged from sicknesses and losses that could not be overcome. One that she could understand on a personal level. And for Pandora, most of all, it was witnessing life that calmed and centered her the most whether it presented its self in sorrow or in joy.

 

But her biggest joy was in catching the small glimpses of the children at play, finding that in any given situation, the youth always seemed to find the better of the worse. And to not only feel their emotions in the Force, but to catch glimpses of it in her mind only strengthened her internal resolve. This was why she had submitted her plans to restore the Imperial Mission to the higher ups. For through the Imperial Mission, moments like Ylesia could be more organized and ready.

 

Having left her duties at Medical Quadrant Delta Six in Sector Alpha near the center of the Encampments, a rolling emotion of hopelessness caught her attention as the vision of @Queen Namaricame across her mind in their passing. Pivoting on her heels, and shifting her blind gaze upon the Queen of Naboo, realizing the person she had encountered and the revelations that weighed upon her young shoulders, Pandora spoke.

 

"What bothers you so, mi'lady?" Pandora's tone was soft and sweet, but carried an undertone of sorrow and understanding. "Nothing is ever hopeless as long as you breath."

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Leena smiled as the realization of what she was saying seemed to dawn on the Alliance pilot. “It seems that the will of the force has brought our paths together my friend. It is up to you to accept it or deny it; but be warned,” Leena placed a knowing hand on @Basi’s hand staring into the Togruta’s fierce blue eyes with her soft golden ones, “to seek to circumvent the natural order of the force, to bend it to one’s own will; that is a path that leads to naught but suffering. It is a path most unnatural.” She removed her hand back to her own lap as @Sandy Sarna spoke, nodding her head as an aura of seriousness overcame her. This mission would be risky on all fronts; but still, it spoke to the Healer. She was not accustomed to being on the front lines. In truth, she despised it, preferring the chaos of a post-battlefield hospital to the horrors of combat itself. Yet here she was, called forth once again, not to fight, but to save and was that not her oath? To refuse would be to condemn the cancer of the Sith upon these people. That was unacceptable.

 

”You’re going to make me change out of my dress whites again aren’t you?” The Mon Cal jokingly teased, a hint of irritation at having to give up her usual roll and attire once again playing at the edge lf her voice. “Either way,” she continued as she stood. “I’m in.”

 

Stepping free of her benched seat, Leena turned back to Basi. “Jedi or not, you are welcome to join us. Just two things of note. For this mission, you are a member of the Jedi Order, not the Alliance and you might want to tuck that away out of sight somewhere until you can be taught to use it properly.” She pointed at the lightsaber. If they were going in undercover, glowing blades of green, blue, and purple would be a dead giveaway. “Bring your blaster and go find some gruffy spacer garb. We’ll meet at the landing pad in an hour. If you are serious about training as a Jedi, you will receive your first lesson there.” Leena turned and began to walk away, stopping after several steps and turning to face Basi once more. She extended her right hand in a friendly handshake. “Healer Leena Kil,  she offered by means of introduction with a warm smile before setting off once again.

 

Quickly Leena retreated back into the small enclave of the camp that had become inhabited by those Jedi actively working in the area.  Quickly she  changed out of her traditional white healer’s robes, a mark of her position within the Circle of Jedi Healers and donned plain beige and browns topped by the ubiquitous brown oversized robe every Jedi intrinsically seemed to have access to but nobody ever recognized as Jedi attire. Picking the lightsaber hilt up from her small end table, Leena pondered the hilt. She felt the warm glow of the green crystal within. It was not her saber. It was simply one that had been passed to her from the troves of sabers reclaimed  from the unknown fallen in the war. Her saber was lost, fallen on Lehon from the hands of the warrior she had entrusted it to. The pain of the battlefield flooded over her. So much loss that she had been unable to staunch even as she stood in that hole in the battlements, a vessel of the force against an unstoppable Sith onslaught. So many had died so needlessly that day. Leena quickly tucked the saber into the drawer of the table. She would not bring it. She did not need it. It was not her own. Was it even her place to take a life? Wiping a tear from her eye, the Jedi Master inhaled deeply allowing a sense of calm to overshadow the tumultuous emotions of the past, to offer a soothing tidal balm to her ragged soul. Mon Cal, Lehon, Byss, and so many more; such terrible evils suffered on the innocent and for what? A galaxy left in turmoil and an enemy that had seemed to all but fade beyond the Rim.

 

Straightening her robe, Leena grabbed a single jeweled crystal from the drawer beside the hilt. It glowed warm with healing light side energies of the living force. She tucked it in her pocket before shutting the drawer and turning to leave her quarters, locking the door on her way out.

 

Quickly she hurried towards the landing area. She did not know what ship they would be taking, neither did Basi. That was part of the test. Even if they found the others first, Basi would need to find Leena, to rely on his instincts, the guiding nature of the force itself and not his own reasoning. It was a simple task, one Leena had played as a youngling in the temples countless times.

 

As she arrived, she noted a plethora of ships, and even more officers, dockworkers, Jedi, Rebels, Imperials, and more worming tirelessly. Quickly, Leena approached the foreman overseeing the vast array of shipments coming and going. She offered a brief introduction and explanation before pressing the warm healing crystal into his hands with the instructions to give it only to the Torguta who came asking for her with no other explanation. She hoped the draw of the natural light imbued in the gem would help her soon-to-be apprentice calm his mind, connect him to the living force, and afford him a chance to not anxiously overthink, trusting that the force would lead him to her hiding place.

 

And it was a hiding place,

most unnatural and unsuspecting. Hurrying over, Leena found an entire squadron of Ugly-class fighters that were docked to the far side, currently unused. They certainly lived up to their name, amalgamated components of no less than a dozen different types of craft readily identifiable. Locating an unsecured Y-TIE Leena scrambled into the cockpit, pulling the screen closed over top of her. There, she settled in to wait, closing her eyes to meditate on the force. She reached outwards. She could feel all around them, their pains and ailments and stressors of day to day work mingled with the joys of victory and the hope of a better tomorrow; and almost by instinct, Leena tapped into these positive auras and amplified them, drawing them inward and radiating them back out tenfold until everyone in the area seemed to have a pep in their step and a smile or a whistle on their lips as they set about their tasks with redoubled energy and hope.

"A pleasure to meet you Master Leena Kil. And I understand, don't attempt to use the force in an unnatural way by trying to control it. You're saying use its strength and power that the living force lends use. To work with it as a partner and friend yes?" Basi says thoughtfully the last part a question to his new master. "The will of the Force you mean to tell me the force has a mind of its own doing things for reasons most will never understand?"

 

The Togruta laughs at the banter back and forth amongst the friends and then listens closer as Leena explains more and what his role and next tasks are smiling he nods and taps the hilt. "It's broken and doesn't or will not work. So no need to worry about me using it before I am trained how to. So scruffy gruff spacer gear I'm in. Got it my rank and position in the Alliance is non existent for this mission, I'm with the Jedi Order and Master Leena I am serious about wanting to train and be a Jedi." With that he gives a bow of his head to Sandy and Keenava. "It was truly a pleasure to meet you both it appears as though I have shopping to do, I'll see you all at the landing pad, I look forward to working with you all." With that Basi took off out of the mess booking it towards his ship. His mind racing, mere hours ago he was just a resistance pilot albeit a damn good one and there were quite a few near misses that neither anyone else nor he himself could explain how he'd pulled off surviving. But he did and he was here. The togruta had always dreamed he was destined for something bigger and better something more. And now here was his chance, his chance to make the Galaxy better. He'd train to be a Jedi and he'd be the best Jedi he could.

 

As he gathers his gear and changes realizing shopping wasn't necessary he had a civilian outfit that looked ragged and scruffy, a dusty dirty beat up well worn black and brown leather jacket black trousers fingerless gloves and boots. His hip holster on his belt holding his blaster keeping the broken lightsaber there he pats it again and lowers his jacket over it as he thinks back to that battle on Nar Shadda. His memories take him back to that night even then not knowing how he survived massively outmanned and out gunned. Yet some how they'd always miss or wouldn't notice Basi until he pulled the trigger. Blasting as many as he could to get away to escape.

 

Finding the young Jedi, firing a shot or two into the sky, trying to save him as the Togrutan resistance pilot yelled and yelled for help though none would come. His last act of kindness and honor was to lay that saber hilt in his hand let him die the warrior he was. That boys death will haunt him as the one he couldn't save for years to come. But his search for the Jedi to return the saber had led him here now and from that nightmare this, hope a new life. Now he could train as a Jedi and in that boys memory carry on the fight he so valiantly gave his life for.

 

Shaking his head to clear it of these thoughts Basi headed to the Landing area. Looking around finding no one there he heads for the Foreman asking for Master Leena, when the foreman hands him the crystal almost immediately Basi felt the warmth and energy coming from the crystal. "Where could Master Leena be and why this crystal?" The Togruta asks himself. "Ah a test perhaps. Perhaps Im supposed to find her like...the game we played as kids trying to find all the others after having closed our eyes and everyone hid...what's the name of that game... Oh well." With that he stops and thinks and it dawns on him, he's not looking with his eyes...no no this test is about...trust. Concentrating as hard as he can he starts to wander in a direction in the general way of Leena clutching the crystal and doing his best to trust the force to lead him to his master.

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The sun overhead beat down through the Y-Wing canopy of the cobbled together Ugly fighter. It warmed Leena’s salmon mottled skin as it played the shadows of overhead swaying trees across her closed eyes and face. The force pulsated in tidal currents outward and back inward, expounded as jt returned back to the world around her. As the holiness, the light of the world, grew around them all, it warmed the hearts and minds of everyone that the force touched. It washed over their pains and anguish, obscuring them like a salve as it drew the darkness upwards and washed them away. It drew the darkness back towards the Jedi. Even as it tumbled these dark memories into granulated nothingness, the waves of healing force power drew them back into Leena. Within her chest, the pulsating light obliterated the darkness, healing the rifts in the force itself, the darkness; but not before these memories brushed Leena’s consciousness. The last vestibule grasps of the dark side before it was extinguished.

 

The world seemed to glow with a spring-like life. The air filled with the singing of small songbirds and the smell of growing plantlife. The force swirled with life and healing inside and out of the cockpit. Tears welled in the healer’s eyes, slipping from the creased corners and pitter-pattering on the thick cloak below. Fragments of pain and loss, foreign memories of the war, loss of family members and brothers-in-arms, grief, guilt, raw emotion, all of it, swept up in a healing surge of living energy. Not erased, not forgotten, but healed, cleansed by the nature of the world as it should be. That did not mean that the darkness did not cling to such memories like an evil little gremlin clawing at the edge of the precipice, spewing destruction before it met its own. The final claws of the fading darkness raked Leena’s mind burying visions of the front lines of a war she had so desperately sought to shelter herself from within the suites of the Alliance Mobile Surgical Hospitals and naval ships.

 

Tears tumbled from Leena’s eyes. She could feel the fear of battle, the heat of explosions, see the life slip from the eyes of innumerable soldiers as it was stripped from their souls. None of the memories were hers, but they were all just as real. They played at Leena’s mind and then were swept away as the force extinguished the tears the darkness clawed through only to be replaced by others, carried from further away as the radiating healing power of the force reached further and further into the ragged and wartorn peoples that made up the base camp.

 

The crystal within @Basi’s hand grew warmer and warmer the closer he grew to Leena’s position; drawn by the guidance of the force itself. The stone pulsated with healing power, taking in the healing power radiated outward by Leena and sensing it out exponentially again in wave after wave of soothing and calming energy. It was energy that would calm the Young sojourner’s mind until he was at peace with the world around him. Then, and only then, would he be drawn down the line of Ugly class fighters to the cobbled TIE and Y-amalgamation. Only when he was completely immersed, touching the living force with his mind, body and soul would Basi sense Leena’s presence in the cockpit of the ship. Pulling open the screen, he would find a smiling Leena Kil looking up at him. 
 

Taking his hand, Leena pulled herself up. She clamored out of the cockpit to the duracrete landing pad below. “Well done my new apprentice.” Leena smiled broadly. “You have taken your first steps into a greater world. When you are at peace, when you feel like you can almost reach out and touch the intangible goodness in the hearts of the world around you, even in the chaos, that is when the force will speak to you. Sometimes it will be in whispers on the back of the wind, right next to you but a million miles away calling across the cosmos. Sometimes the force calls to you in dreams, when your body is at rest, unhindered by the clamoring plots

of selfishness and evil. Sometimes,” she paused as her mind played through the countless lives she had lost and those she had saved, “it is when life stands tall when death should have claimed it, when it had no right to carry on but something greater willed it to do so; to stand against all

odds, in the face of eternity and defy it.” Leena placed a hand on the Togruta’s shoulder and squeezed it comfortingly, her eyes scanning the throngs of people happily working before looking the man in the eyes. “As soon as Master Sandy and Keenava arrive, we will head towards Falleen. Do you know of the world? I have heard tell that it was a home to a particularly brutal Sith lord, @Karys Narat iv-Adas. What may await us,” Leena shrugged. “Well, it could be anything. The only truth we do know is that we must trust the force completely. It will be the only way we succeed. When the world, the darkness assails you, my apprentice, you must cling to the force,” Leena wrapped her hands around Basi’s which encircled the still warm crystal within. “Nothing else will sustain you.”

 

Leena looked about and still did not see @Sandy Sarna or @Keenava Dira . She waved Basi away from the landing pad to an area of soft grass and earth. She sat cross-legged on the ground, gesturing for the Togruta to do the same. Reaching into her cloak, Leena withdrew a stringed bag and tumbled a single blue crystal into her own hand. She held the stone up at eye level between she and Basi. “Take your stone. Clear your mind of all else. Put the hussle and bustle of the world around you aside. Feel their lives. Feel, but do not touch. Sense the goodness in their hears. Let the force flow around you. Keep your eyes on the stone. Allow the force to flow through you. The goodness, not the darkness,” which had been several tamped down by Leena’s powerful healing aura, “let it flow through you and into the stone. Let the stone glow with the warmth of the force itself. Let its warmth energize you from your head to your toes, ministering to your soul and nourishing your body.” 

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"...Falleen…you in?" 

 

Keenava wordlessly nodded in affirmation to Sandy before quietly excusing herself.

 

          The Twi’lek shuddered a little as the warm tropical clime tickled her exposed face. Hundreds of small needles pushed silent electricity beneath her skin, pulsing in and out with different magnitudes and frequencies. She flexed her toes, feeling her callused feet move against the warm topsoil. She bounced gently on her feet and rowed her neck first to the left, then to the right. She extended each hand to its fullest and then let each finger rest as she shook her hands back and forth at the wrist.

 

Faleen. Jzora.

 

          Keenava had no idea where Jzora was from. But that word was still echoing through her head. It was a word on the holonet: a woman who looked just like Jzora. And though she recalled so little of her former... master? That word brought a flood of vivid memories to the forefront of her mind. Roene told her to accept all that she was. It was key to touching the force again. So, dangerous though it might be, she let the memories play one after the other, refusing to omit any detail.

 

          Kheldar. Bekka. Ronin. Chaos, water, flame-retardant foam, and a seedy but reliable bar in the middle of Coruscant’s most popular district. Fresh from her escape and with her stolen identity in place, Lallu was vulnerable, susceptible, and alone. She was surrounded by people—some of the most notable people in the galaxy that she didn’t know or recognize until much later—but so alone in a world that was seconds away from picking her up and throwing her back into hell. She shrouded herself in a need for validation because that was all she had. Broken was her balm, because her brain knew no better. Then she entered, while scraps of clothing threatened to reveal everything Lallu had on display.

 

          It was time for Jzora to put on her best game face and flirt the pretty little thing out of what remained of her damaged clothes. Jzora was a skilled seductress, heir to a legacy of cold-blooded passion fueled by will-enslaving pheromones. This would be epic; there would be poems and songs...

 

          "You look pretty... pretty."

 

What followed was a drug-induced haze. But, with a clear perspective, Keenava could make out more details than before.

 

          Titans of shadow surrounded her. Shadowlord. Alora. Raynuck. Starri. Exodus. Kakuto. Lucifer. Emily… Furion. Legends of Sith that would defy generations to come gathered to listen and learn from each other.

 

          "From history, we must learn this lesson. The Jedi, for all their vaunted wisdom, fear what lies at the core of every man and woman. They fear not being able to control the darkness that lies within them, and in turn, they completely shut themselves off to it. And this is where you and I differ. As Sith, we are not afraid of our inner darkness. No, indeed, we embrace it; we embrace what makes us unique because that’s what makes us strong. Let me take a moment to reflect on the code many of you have heard countless times."

 

          The irony is that he was right. The fear of oneself has the power to destroy. The fear of what you’re capable of can turn you against yourself. And the fear of how others will see your darkness will make you shut it off from the world, holding it in and letting it consume you. It is through accepting and understanding who you are—all of you—that you can find strength.

 

A calloused hand glided across the soft skin of her cheek.

 

I'll find you later.

 

          A blur of time whirled across her vision, and she was there in a cell. The construction wasn’t important. It was like all the others. But this cell was where she met him. Deep in the bowels of Coruscant, those golden eyes pierced the night. The deepest depth could not smother the gold that she could still see as clear as day.

 

                 "…My path is dangerous and uncertain. You may question my methods and my choices. You will certainly question my intent, but I will tell you this only once: You will know both what I tell you and what you can figure out for yourself. Never expect me to tell you everything. Follow me, and I will lead you to the freedom your heart craves."

 

But to what end? And was it really freedom? Or was it delusion and obsession?

 

          Keenava gasped. Her heart rate spiked slightly, but nothing else changed. The pain she felt was like that of a lost limb. It was a shadow of her passion, but it still bit at her every time she saw his eyes.


 

She

fell…

 

Coruscant ran

past her face in a flash of light.

 

She shot into the depths like a missile with one goal in mind.

 

          A simple, subtle catalyst that served as a breaking point between security and bliss pushed her into a downward spiral, down into the womb of Coruscant’s chaotic energy and turmoil. She was consumed by the spine of the world, by the energy of her own will held back, by his energy, and by the euphoria that came with letting go, but her body couldn’t contain it all. She had to let it…



"HOW DARE YOU?" Lallu exclaimed. "HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME THAT WAY AFTER ALL THIS TIME. I trusted you! I thought I knew you! Then you betrayed me, my mother, and my sister!"

 

          She slammed him into the left wall with a violent shake.

 

"I HAD TO WATCH MY MOTHER DIE! YOU KRIFFING SCHUTTA!"

 

She slammed her father into the right wall and listened as his arms broke against the durasteel.

 

Her tone calmed a little, but the intensity of her eyes never halted, and the blade of her lightsaber glowed with brilliant golden fire. "This isn’t mercy. I want you to die slowly. I want you to feel every agonizing moment like I did. I want you to see, hear, smell, and taste every pain and indecency I was forced to feel. And I want you to hear my cries. Because it's all your fault!"

 

          Lallu slammed her father to the ground in front of her and fed upon the sound of his spine breaking. She projected the last twenty years of pain and suffering into his form. She didn’t let up. He screamed in agony with every torment he went through, and when he finished reliving her past, she could hear pounding coming from the door to the penthouse. She idly ignored it. Her attention was on him.

 

"COME SEE THE MONSTER YOU CREATED, YOU DESPICABLE WASTE OF EXISTENCE!!!" Lallu said, driving the golden blade of her lightsaber into every part of his body. Each stab was slow but deliberate. Each stab signified another act of indecency, and each stab ended with another satisfying cry of pain.

 

“... I need you to be strong.”

 

 

          But why did strength come from misery? Why did strength come from pain?

 

In the end, just like his life, his death meant nothing. And her display of strength was that of a toddler lashing out at her father, twenty years or more past due.

 

          Keenava stirred, emerging from her reverie with a brow coated in sweat. Her teeth were tight, and she released a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. She could see different pieces of her stained glass window standing before her, like liquid mirrors, beyond the veil; beyond reality. 

 

          Kana. Kara. Kava. Lallu. Ulanna. Ootunavi. Zythma. Every color was an error, every jagged edge was a sham, and every scrap of texture was a reflection of the depravity inherent in every alter.

 

          She stood tall among the fragments, a quiet challenge echoing in her expression. But the fragility of her thoughts belied a deeper doubt. 

 

Just a few years ago... This was me. Technically, this is still me. 

 

          A frisson ran the length of her spine. She opened her amethyst eyes and looked out toward the Exalted Mountains.

 

"What will it take for me to go back? Will knowing I am capable of it help me avoid it?" Keenava muttered anxiously to herself.

 

          Keenava’s brow knit in consternation. Will going to Falleen put us in danger?

 

      Sandy, who’d been respectfully monitoring the Twi’lek during her solitude, noticed the conflict and approached carefully. She gently lifted her scarred hand and held on to Keenava’s as it shook at her side.

 

She gave no preamble. She had no expectations. And the reaction was almost immediate.

 

Like an anchor in troubled waters, Keenava’s ship steadied. The shared scars tethered her nerves, reminding her of the world around her.

 

Whatever she did or whoever she was, she needed to do it and be it to get here. Lessons were learned, and every step was a step forward.

 

Keenava affected a half-smile as she turned her amethyst eyes to look at the forest in Sandy's gaze. "I’m ready now. Let’s get going... and... thank you."

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