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There were Tie still mobiled in the sky. Though the recent destruction was some what suprising to say the least, it didn't stop those in eth sky from receiving and carrying their orders. The shuttle escaping was quickly spotted and was deemed to be suspected of espionage, treason, etc. Especially with it deliberately running an Imperial blockade.

 

At Least twelve military class snub fighters Normlaly called T.I.E fighters though they were far more advanced then what the mental image the name brings to mind recieved their orders and locked on.

 

Some flew ahead to make sure the escape route was cut off while, others simply locked on and fired, attempting to either blow the shuttle out of the sky or destroy it out right.

 

If remains of the shuttle made it to the upper atmopshere it would be a bloody miricle not even the force would be to replicate.

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After extensive discussion between the mods, Faust's attack on Mon Cal is mitigated due to the damage potentially done with one post. Faust has damaged the shipyards to such an extent that they're now in a decaying orbit and on a collision course with Mon Calamari, and comms are still blocked.

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The stations and satilites continue their descent, having been caught in the atmosphere, they catch fire and shoot like falling stars down to Mon Calamari's surface. Part of the shipyards decay, sending out a wide, treacherous stream of debris that clog the planet's orbit and make passage in and out treacherous.

 

With a defeaning crash that sends tidal wave sweeping to the ends of the planet, the shipyards and Faust's deadly satilites hit, all but shattering on impact and destroying an unfortunately placed Mon Calamari habitat directly underneath as the shockwave travels through the water. At that moment, all of the rebel communications cease.

 

With in mere seconds of the crash from the station, as well as the satilites that dotted the globe, deadly toxins begin to leak out from their containers, threatening to spread quickly and with a deadly efficiency. Unless some miracle was able to contain the quickly dissolving ooze of poisons designed to destroy Mon Calamari's eco-system, they would spread and the devistation would be extreme...

In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.

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It quickly became apparent to the men and women at the Survivor's Foundation outpost that their attempt to send a courier had failed miserably. The Empire had obstructed their ability to perform their mission, and outright murdered one of their co-workers. However, there was no time to grieve and swear oaths against the Empire, for the local government had summoned them only minutes after they received the grievous news.

 

The purpose was obvious””members of the first mission that had cleansed Mon Calamari of a similar plague, they had access to the equipment that been left by the Foundation. It was quite apparently theft carefully disguised by a request for their assistance; both parties were fully aware that if their oceanic partitioning shields weren't immediately deployed to protect Mon Calamari's floating cities and the few remaining Quarren settlements (they had been hit even harder by the previous attack than the Calamari, for obvious reasons), a lot of people were going to die. Not that the implied threat was necessary; the Survivor's Foundation was happy to contribute to their efforts.

 

”œWe have one more request for your employees.”

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  • 3 weeks later...

With a degree of precision more commonly seen in the galaxy's military forces, the better part of the Survivor's Foundation's fleet appeared out of hyperspace. Among them were the Esperanza, the first command ship and oldest vessel of the fleet; the twin Venator-class Star Destroyers Serendipity and Martyriai; and the Victory-class Star Destroyers Organa and Sanare. Within minutes, the majority of the fleet was deployed, hurling shielding pylons to again partition plagued portions of Dac's oceans for purging.

 

These five ships, however, were only a fraction of the fleet that had been sent to Mon Calamari. Certainly, these were the largest ships of the armada, but a considerable number of transports had been contracted by the burgeoning charity for the sake of hauling extra cargo. After all, the goal here was to relieve an afflicted population, rather than cleanse a world inhabited mostly by the ghosts of its citizens.

 

An emergency shipment of supplies was shuttled to the surface with all possible haste, relieving the planet's refugees””in other words, most of its population””from what threatened to become a devastating famine.

 

Analysis already performed by the local outpost had already determined that the microorganisms used to treat the last infestation wouldn't work””these were industrial chemicals of a different breed””but that mattered little. An entire barge of decontamination equipment had been ordered, and it was only a matter of time before it arrived.

 

Until then, all the Survivor's Foundation could do was keep Mon Calamari's population alive and evacuate it to nearby worlds that had agreed to take on a portion of the refugees.

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After a grueling flight, Cadio's armada burst out of hyperspace. The three ships moved into orbit around Mon Calamari and Cadio alerted the comm officer that he wished to send a message. He prepared what he wished to say and sent it to the leader of the Survivors Foundation.

 

--Comm--

 

This is Cadio Sikaot, Vice-Admiral of the Republic. I have been sent here to rebuild the shipyards as well as to assist you in the recovery operation. I'm requesting a meeting with you to discuss what remains to be done here.

 

- Cadio Sikaot

 

--End Comm--

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On the flagship of the Foundation's fleet, the MC90 Esperanza, Admiral Vandro stared out at the polluted blue expanse of Mon Calamari from the bridge's canopy, hardly even blinking. The whirl of sublight engines almost resembled a battle””the floating cities on Dac were almost overwhelmed with the rush of incoming shuttles, and their transports were repeatedly returning to their homes to pick up more supplies. However, his presence was not really required at the moment””they'd repeated this action regrettably often enough that his crews could work with little direction from their admiral.

 

However, once the barge arrived... simulations were one thing, but space barges were so rare in the Rim that most of his crew had never worked with one. He would be needed then.

 

He strode towards the comm. officer's station with vigor uncommon in a man of his age when the message from the Republic's fleet was received. Folding his arms across his grey shirt, he spoke clearly, in an Imperial accent that might have caught their officers off guard. ”œVice-Admiral Sikaot, this is Admiral Vandro speaking. I'll be happy to speak with you, but I will not be able to leave the Esperanza for some time. I'll notify our hangar crews to reserve a berth for your vessel.”

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With a nod Cadio listened to the message from the Esperanza. He notified the comm officer to send back an affirmative response as he sent the message to the hangar to have his shuttle prepared for departure. With one last look at the quickly dying planet Cadio turned and walked out of the bridge, heading towards the hangar. The smell of recycled air as he walked through the hallway reminded him how he wished he weren't here to save the planet but rather to vacation. Unfortuneatley the pressing times didn't allow for time off.

 

As he walked into the hangar the smell of various gasonlines invaded his nostrils. He quickly boarded his shuttle with the two guards who were to accompany him and the two pilots. In a few short minutes the shuttle was gliding its way out of the hangar and heading towards the Survivor's Foundation fleet. During the flight Cadio took the opportunity to observe the planet that they would be attempting to save. The once crystal blue ocean's were now diluted with pollution and many ecosystems were sure to have been destroyed. This is what this war had turned to. It was no longer just innocent sentinents being brutally murdered. All forms of life were being threatened by Faust.

 

In a few short minutes the shuttle docked in the designated berth and Cadio and his two guards descended the ramp.

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((I know I said I would let you both make a post to get here, but for time reasons, I'm posting.))

 

Kitt sat very comfortably in a chair that was not the pilots, looking out the viewport at the world known as Mon Calamari to most, but was known as Dac officially. The Lambda shuttle was already starting to make it's approach towards the planets surface. With Roene and Galen at the helm, Kitt choose not to take action, but when an MC90 above the planet started to move towards them, Kitt felt he had to perk up.

 

"It might be best if you inform the New Republic that we are Jedi here to help with the recovery effort before they get the wrong idea of who we are and what we are doing here."

 

Kitt turned his attention back towards the surface, letting the Force show him a glimpse of what would need to be done while they were here.

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Galen glanced at the consle.

 

"IFF is active."

 

Galen hit a couple of switches and spoke up.

 

"Esperanza, Jedi shuttle NRJ7723E, we are a relief vessel en-route to the planet. Am requesting STC channel and permission to enter traffic pattern."

 

Galen made a slight change of course so that the shuttle would still be headed to the planet, but would take them within 100 Km of the Esperanza.

 

Galen turned to his master.

 

"Does the Empire or the New Republic control Mon Calamari?"

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((I am sorry for the delay, I have been quite busy as of late and have yet to put anything up about it, but I have time now so I felt a post would be necessary...))

 

Roene was silenced, sitting in the back of the ship. Not a noise wandered from where he sat aside from the occasional gurgle from his stomach. He sat and watched as the ship lifted away from the station and here he was sitting and watching again. Transfixed on the ebb and flow of his focus...

 

He was aware that Kitt and Galen would need him, but he wanted to try and practice focusing, on himself, on the world around him or lack there of and just sit.

 

His legs were crossed into a fairly uniform lotus set, and within his mind lay a tranquil blanked of translucent thought. He decided to focus on his walking stick, something light and easy to manage and as his mind cooled and pulled, he slowly lifted it up a few inches with only a small manifest of his thoughts. Then, as quickly as he had brought it up, he brought it down...

 

Along the journey, he did this exercise about 20 times before resting his walking stick on the side of his cold metal chair and relaxing after what seemed to be hours...

 

He peered out the window at what appeared to be a rather large ship approaching, and as it got closer he realized it didn't exactly seem friendly. His eyes darted to Galen and Kitt as they tried to manage the situation and it seemed that they got it under control, but Roene was still slightly on edge... If something indeed was wrong with this planet, then things might be a little variable...

 

Galen's question confused Roene as well however, because he had never really been here before, but that information was definitely vital.

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The com unit crackled to life.

 

"NRJ7723E, Esperanza STC, you are cleared to the planet. Re-designate to 'Jedi flight' and use Coral City ATC Beacon."

 

Galen hit the transmit switch as he spoke,

 

"Esperanza, Jedi 1-1, acknowledges cleared to Coral City. Thanks a lot."

 

"It looks like the New Republic has control here for the moment at least."

 

Minutes later the skies flashed by as Coral City rose up to meet them. The ocean was beautiful... But in the distance Galen could see an odd clouding of the sea. It was spreading quickly.

 

The ship folded its wings, pulled in to an open hanger and came to a gentle stop before settling on its landing struts.

 

Galen's ears popped as he lowered the boarding ramp. He unstrapped himself and looked to his two traveling companions.

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Kitt stood up from his spot, making sure that Roene and Galen had what they needed before the disembarked the shuttle. Taking a moment between them actually walking off the ship and still on their way off, Kitt spoke to them both.

 

"The New Republic recently go Mon Calamari back after the Empire held onto it after they took it from us. While ti is full unclear to us Jedi as to what happened, the New Republic seems to believe the planet may have been tampered with."

 

Kitt and his apprentices now were walking down the boarding ramp. Kitt took a moment to look around.

 

"And from the looks of things, the water may have been contaminated. We need to help in either three areas."

 

Kitt stopped mid walk and looked around at his settings. Spotting very quickly all three places, he continued to walk and speak.

 

"We need to help with those who have already been injured by the contamination, help evacuate those who may be in danger of being contaminated, and finally, we can help with the New Republic in un-doing the contamination."

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Roene stood silently following as Kitt talked, but at the same time his mind reached out to the planet feeling the gaping wound that had been set within. What Kitt had said was true; the planet was beset with troubles, and as if it were weeping Roene could feel its sorrow. Surely we needed to help in any manner possible as soon as we could. Roene opened his eyes and felt his thoughts racing...

 

He looked toward Kitt and opened his mouth for the first time in a while, "I think it would be best if we could help those in danger of being corrupted. I think if the ones that are already contaminated are being at least mildly treated we could let them go for a little and save the others that are in danger of it so we don't have even more people to help when the time comes to help other patients..." Roene's mind wandered to Galen and wondered if he was thinking the same, but from the kushiban's mind he could retract nothing, so he just stood patiently awaiting response from his traveling companions.

 

He felt to stop the entire epidemic the larger problem was those in danger of being contaminated, because once you have everyone safe it becomes simultaneously easier to take care of the sick ones and isolate the contamination at the same time. Then you don't have people running around in the midst of your attempts at solving the contamination mysteries and you don't have swarms of new patients filing in every time you think you are done with the others...

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Kitt slowly nodded his head as he turned to face Roene with a slight smile on his face.

 

"Ah, a wise move. Perhaps even Force guided."

 

Kitt pointed his hand in the direction of which they should head.

 

((This "mission" is more for you guys then me. Have fun with it.))

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With a roll of his eyes, Cadio motioned to his guard and they made their way back to the hangar bay. He didn't know what he had expected when dealing with a volunteer foundation, but it wasn't this. A simple comm could have alerted him to the fact that they were very busy and saved him the trip, but as it happened that wasn't the case.

 

The trio boarded the shuttle and Cadio instructed the pilot to return him to his flagship. During the uneventful flight, Cadio took the opportunity to look out his viewport down at the once beautiful planet. The once sparkling oceans were faded and gray, portraying all of the pollution that had been dumped into them by Faust's goons.

 

In a few short minutes the shuttle was pulling into its assigned berth and a few minutes after that Cadio was on the bridge. He talked to his comm officer and had him send a message to the Starlisk and had a team sent down to the surface to begin aiding in the clean up process. Another message was sent to the Taxso and the process of rebuilding the shipyards. In a few short weeks they would be ready to begin production.

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*Galen began walking in the direction that Kitt had pointed. He had no idea what the Jedi hoped to accomplish here, nor why the Force had drawn him here, but he knew that something must be done.*

 

*The wind was blowing slightly. It was not much more than a breeze. Out in the distance Galen could see a storm brewing. Soon it would hit the city. Galen starred up at the storm as he walked.*

 

"That may complicate the clean up.*

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Kitt stared out at the storm, but only blew it off.

 

"The storm will not be a problem. It will only slow things down if you allow it too."

 

Kitt looked from both Roene to Galen, understanding the need for them to be here within the Force, but also knowing that neither of them understood why.

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  • 2 weeks later...

((sorry it took me so long to post... not only RL, but creativity was deafeningly low for this particular post - I just made something up...))

 

Having mused from his position, Roene's eyes followed the direction by which Kitt pointed and Roene could see the devastation caused by the fallen structures sending massive plumes of smoke into the air.

 

Roene's insides pulsed as he felt even more of a deafening screech within the force. Creatures were dying rapidly from an unseen hand. Death was being dealt with no one around to be the wiser and it had to be stopped. Roene draped his brown rob aloft, revealing fairly baggy simple clothes, and took his bag of crystals along with his walking stick with him as he sprinted off in the indicated direction...

 

Time was of the essence and if they were to help those in need they needed to get their post haste. Roene could feel more and more of the pain leaking from the planet as if a fissure had been created deep within the crust of its core...

 

The planet was still standing, but it's spirit... It's massive oceans had been polluted... Or so he assumed...

 

Roene swiftly went through the towns making sure people weren't venturing into the waters and quickly came to the conclusion that the group should find a way to filter the water... Only hoping the others had followed him, Roene said, "I know I may be contradicting myself, but as the planet's ailment rails into my mind it seems that it isn't a plague of sorts... The origin of the poison is much deeper as it damages the very fabric of this planet's ecosystem... It's people aren't a direct target..." Roene clasped his head as it struggled to translate the feelings into something plausible... "It seems our quandary actually stems from water pollution..."

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A very small and feint grin appeared on Kitt's face.

 

"Ah, a light comes to the surface. You can see the root of the problem, but you cannot identify the actual source."

 

Kitt turned his head as if being distracted with something that neither Roene or Galen could see. He held his gaze in that direction as if waiting for something to happen or break his thoughts.

 

Cleaver enough, yet too simple.

 

The words in his head were not fully his own, but a mirror of something that his master would have said some time ago. Kitt slowly turned his head back towards both apprentices, looking them both in the face. As if the Force granted him some revelation, Kitt knew that he knew the dark ripples that surrounded the world better then both of them combined could understand. Perhaps maybe even giving more of a reason for them to linger.

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Lightning flashed in the distance. Galen finally walked into the open doors of the city proper. Inside he could see people moving about quickly. All of them seemed to be heading in a specific direction. Some of these were in groups. Since they all came from one direction, Galen figured it to be where the local disaster control was.

 

A few minutes later and Galen was standing outside of a room in which a bunch of Mon Calamari and a few other species were working over communication consoles and holographic models of the city.

 

The Kushiban waited for a moment. He did not want to interrupt until he knew a little more first. If he delayed someone through conversation, that could have devastating consequences on certain parts of the relief effort. These people were trained in how to deal with situations like this.

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Kitt hung back for a bit, letting both Galen and Roene take the lead in this recovery mission, but for the most part, the two of them were well trained enough to know what to do, they only needed a little direction here and there.

 

"Comfort helps with any and all recovery processes."

 

Kitt slowly then turned away from both apprentices, leaving the two of them by themselves as he roamed around Mon Calamari to do his own business.

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Galen wondered what the point of being here was. If the locals were doing what they were trained for, what could a Jedi do to help beyond the capability of any other person, or even do anything other than tie up resources?

 

Galen also wondered at the point of having a master. He understood being enigmatic to prove a point. However, one expected some leadership from the creme de la creme of the Jedi.

 

Well maybe he could find some sort of job here, at least until his companions figured out what they were doing.

 

Galen stepped up to the one of the coordinators.

 

"Pardon me, I was wondering how I could be of assistance."

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((didn't I mention before that the creativity for RPing here was deafeningly low - meaning on Mon Cal there is absolutely nothing that I see to do so I am making something up...))

 

Roene had fallen back to the villages and looked upon the kushiban as he meandered about somewhat confused and silently applauded him when he applied himself to help. The way he saw it or sensed it, that wasn't necessarily the reason that both Galen and him were there. Yes it had been an idol suggestion and in a way they were there to help, but as Roene explored the toxins with his mind; as he began to feel the gaping wound surging through the force it, something darker lingered... Roene's mind with help from his kasha crystal wrapped his thoughts about the origin of the pollution and the answer truly puzzled him. As he probed the toxin, each answer he seemed to have ended with puffs of dark smoke inaudible to those that only used their eyes...

 

Seeing darkness as his only puzzling answer, Roene concluded that he could make no headway just staring at water. "Alright Galen... you stay up here I will be right back. Take care of these though please..." Roene said as he left his stick, and his bag with Galen and ran off toward the water. A storm brewed and cold rain drops poured from the sky, but ultimately Roene paid no heed to the rambunctious tempest as he stepped out of the city and into the thick of it. He pocketed a beaker from one of the scientists and was shifting the plastic like container within his fingers. Without any further hesitation... Roene sucked in as much breath as he could and focused his mind upon keeping his breathing steady, he even used the force to amp his constitution to keep him alive. Then Roene dove head first into the water, feeling the cold chills of the storm's frigid splashing waters free themselves upon Roene's body. He could feel within the very fiber of his being, from within the force as he went within the water of icy death that there was every chance he may not make it out alive. Roene swam rapidly down to where it appeared a large amount of black substance was spreading about.

 

Roene looked at it and slightly fumbled with the beaker, using a great deal of careful gestures to try and avoid the poison's continued spread, but regardless of the multiple movements that he had to make as he flourished through the water, Roene was determined to get the sample. Meanwhile Roene's head grew weary and his focus began to fade slightly. He hadn't taken a break for a while and his mind could use a rest, but it was something he would have to hold til later...

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Kitt found himself standing at the edge of a beachfront just staring out into the distance. He could feel deep within himself the Force whispering to him, but the meaning of the whispers, Kitt could not interpret. What is the purpose of us being here? Kitt knew there was a reason, he just couldn't fathom it at the moment.

 

After a long while of just staring, he turned around and headed back to the building that both of his padawans were at. When he walked in out of the rain, feeling both cold and wet, he found Galen working with some city officials, doing whatever task that was needed to be done. Roene on the other hand could not be seen.

 

Kitt reached out with the Force trying to feel out where or what he was doing. Through the Force, Roene received a nudge, only to let him know that Kitt was wondering where he had gone to.

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The emergency coordinator looked down at the diminutive Kushiban. After a double take he answered Galen's question,

 

"Not at this point. Most of the taint has been contained and crews are already on site."

 

Galen blinked,

 

"Um alright, I guess I'll be on my way then."

 

Galen was all sorts of confused at the reason he was here. No. He thought to himself, We are here because I pulled this name out of then air. He sighed. I had no idea this place existed, and yet I drag not just myself, but two other Jedi out here. This was nothing more than a fool's errand.

 

As he thought to himself Galen wandered outside. He looked down over the side of the city wall. Not to far below was the ocean itself. He had never seen so much water before. It seemed to go on forever. The rain had dissipated and as the sun set, beautiful colors filled the sky. The sky was streaked with golds, purples, greens, and predominately red. Tomorrow would have nice weather. The planet was healing.

 

Galen set his pack on the ground. From it, he retrieved a datapad he had taken from the ship. On it was loaded some more of the recovered Jedi histories. Aside, from that were a few lessons in meditation and manipulating the Force. The screen came to life at his touch. Galen cycled to a exercise in altering his surroundings. Up until now he had never been able to move a single item even an inch.

 

Galen closed his eyes. On the way here he had worked on sensing the Force around him. He reached into his pocket and withdrew that crystal that had opened up so much of this brave new world. A bit of an ironic thought occurred to him. Perhaps he should try to move this amethyst instead of another object.

 

Galen set the stone on the ground in front of him. He opened his eyes, noted its position, and closed them again. Swirling about him was a torrent of energy. Not quite fluid, it moved about him. It was as if space was a lake, and matter in it were pebbles creating ripples. No. Galen looked closer. Objects of matter were ripples. The biggest were life. Life was not only changing the currents, it was generating more. Life was like a spring producing water. Here the Force was as muddled as the ocean itself. Some in the city produced fresh water, some salt, and others noxious waste. Emotion seemed to affect how the streams of energy interacted with one another, but it didn't seem to change the content of a life form. Galen tried to focus. And he failed. He tried over and over again. Finally he stopped himself. The Kushiban changed perspective. Instead of seeing everything at once he closed himself down. Slowly he opened himself to the Force again. Galen used the same sphere of focus and responsibility that he used when treating a patient. He never even realized he did this before, but looking back it was easy to see where the empathy and ability to feel the pain and problem of another came from.

 

Slowly this sphere of focus expanded. Now it filled his entirety. Galen tried to push beyond, but it felt impossible. He slowed his breathing and examined the problem. There it is!

 

The illusion of separation. His self was not this body. His self expanded farther beyond and farther inward. This crude matter was just that. Energy made manifest through strings, quanta, quarks, atoms, molecules, star systems, cells, galaxies, his body, the universe. It was all the same. And yet it wasn't. His self seemed more in touch with this small, immense, amount of matter so termed his body. With this realization, came understanding of why it felt limited before, and how to overcome that. It was not everything at once or nothing at all. He simply needed to understand the similarity and flow with it. The energy surrounding him permeated everything around him. He was producing energy, and through simple acts of thought, that energy was already being manipulated. Ripples changed shape. The flow changed as well, just as he thought to himself.

 

Galen expanded his perceptions. It was still difficult, but no longer impossible. He reached outward until he came in range of the stone. That glimmering amethyst seemed to act as a channel. The Force seemed to flow easier through it, and thereby concentrated in it. Like a venturi the flow sped up as it passed through the crystal. Galen extended his thoughts to the crystal. He pushed and tried to move stone even a millimeter.

 

Galen opened his eyes.

 

The crystal was in the same spot.

 

Galen tried again. The crystal didn't budge.

 

Calming himself, he extended his thoughts to the stone again. Instead of trying to move the stone, he tried to change the flow. Gently ever so gently the stream of energy changed. The crystal scooted across the ground.

 

Tired as he was, this small victory seemed to make all the difference. Galen opened his eyes. He didn't need to see the stone, but neither should he need to cut out his other senses. He saw the crystal about a meter away from where he had set it. Breathing in, the current changed yet again and the crystal skipped, as if across water, back towards him.

 

Control would come later.

 

Galen picked the stone up. His senses seemed to spread out to encompass the whole city. The shock of it almost deprived the Kushiban of his consciousness. He put a hand out and leaned against the railing, closing down a bit. He pulled his focus back from the brink. Things calmed a somewhat.

 

Once again Galen was pushed back towards the railing. He stumbled into it and wondered, What the kriff was that! A feeling came through the Force. It seemed more like a scent. Galen then understood. He had received a glancing blow from a message Kitt had sent out. He instantly knew that it was not meant for him. This message was meant for Roene. What Galen couldn't understand is why he even picked up on it, let alone why he was so affected. It must have something to do with those ripples. Maybe every external use of the Force made such waves.

 

Tired Galen turned back to the sunset. In the distance he thought he could hear voices whispering, but he tuned them out.

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It seemed the pestilence was being drawn back but Roene had managed to snag a small sample of it before it had reeled back at his intervention. The Cerean, extremely tired and exasperated found the grip of the ocean's wrath pouring upon him, pressuring him to open his mouth to let in the waters that surely would end any futile fight he sought to embrace. Roene sought quickly within his mind the means to buy more time as he clumsily swam for the top. His mind, an ever flowing stream as this seemed the ancestor of, flowing like a channel through his mind the life energy that were essential to his body's daily functions.

 

His quick and experienced time within the realm of living had aided him in recovering what he would hope to use to solve this problem. The power of the force had become his tool; as Roene had gleaned from his own learning and others help, the force was a living entity that made up the composition of anything and everything that existed, so virtually anything was possible as long as you had the will to take and channel the energy effectively. His thoughts loitered upon the thought of this, lingered gracefully upon the art of the force as Roene slowed slightly his rapid swim. Moving his legs, Roene reached a pseudo lotus position within the smooth water and meditated even with the ferocious waters banging at his very doorstep; the ferocious rapids pressuring his mind to forfeit and his lungs to give; the ferocious sample of nature's wrath that would cut him asunder should he fail...

 

Roene's mind, aware of the dangers ahead, managed to stifle fanaticism for favor of peace of mind in allowing the force to trickle through; allowing the force to break in and dominate his body, using it as a channel. Then, through a strong will exertion, Roene managed to convince his lungs he had oxygen and that the pressure of the water was nothing. He utilized the strong energy flowing within him once more and effectively created a small waterless bubble in front of his face to allow him to breath more effectively. However, the power he had to use was immense as he tried to crack one small hole in a very large body of ancient waters. A small hole that seemingly had hundreds of Kilos of pressure behind it. Roene's will became fluid though as he allowed more and more energy break through, eventually creating a small bubble in the force for Roene to breath within as he made his appearance upon the surface of the water.

 

His body shot through the surface like a cannonball from a cannon mid launch. His body heaving for a nice breath of fresh air as he tread to keep himself afloat. Roene looked around gently and silently, gathering his bearings, as he swam swiftly to the shore and hopefully to the city, but before he had reached the comfort of the dockside cities, his head pulsated. His mind, which had slowly derived from force flow could not interpret much of what was said, but it appeared his master was attempting to send a message through the force. Roene sought for a moment as he swam to let his focus tighten as the ripples of his message washed over him; to feel the words as opposed to actually hearing them; to feel the energy as opposed to actually feeling powerful. His mind became an open book, and his body an open channel as the ripples of Kitt's message echoed through his mind once more...

 

However, the message for which he had thought of its practicality was actually more of a nudge. A careful or caring nudge as if to remind him that at least someone cared where he went. Roene smiled slightly as he pulled himself from the water, panting violently with his nasty sample in hand. Then, as the Cerean paused for a moment, he focused as he had done before and allowed his own words to be heard through the force as he sent a message back to Kitt.

 

I am safe and sound in the city... Well, I am cold and wet, but I am safe and sound.

 

The message was light, for Roene hadn't a clue as to how big messages could get with this particular travel without blowing one's head up. Roene was surprised to figure out though that even without his two crystals that he had left with Galen he was still doing quite well...

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Kitt allowed his feelings become open through the Force as his padawans did. He took a second to ponder over the fact that both of them so easily opened themselves up to the Force as they did. He decided not to keep his focus on it and sat down on a bench. He just sat there in a quiet meditation waiting for his apprentices to return from what the Force has guided them to do while they were on Mon Calamari.

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Jedi Masters never die, they just fade away.

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