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    Betrayal

    Vice-Admiral Brevin Talbot could congratulate himself on a match well won. Besides a few bruises that a couple of synth patches would fix, he knew that he had dealt a far more crushing blow to Kyle and Kasan. He had Kyle on the ropes. Talbot's hands tightened slightly as he thought about it. He had Kyle's neck in his hands. All it required was a slight increase of pressure and Kyle's neck would have snapped like a twig. The jedi would be dead and Kasan would have watched it all. Her spirit would be broken. Then he would have had her executed.

    But that didn't happen. Instead Tarkin had interuppted him and saved both of their lives. Talbot couldn't have believed that. They were both dead. Tarkin wanted them dead and so he took care of it. But now Tarkin wanted to see them suffer inside an escape pod floating in an asteroid field. That made him furious at Tarkin. Tarkin had blown it. But he couldn't do anything about it.

    At least not yet.

    About the only thing that Talbot got out of this was his kiss with Kasan and Kyle's lightsaber. A trophy that he now held in his left hand as he walked back to his quarters. Talbot hadn't turned it on yet. He didn't know if it was booby-trapped or keyed only to Kyle. He would have the Imperial scientists take a look at it for him. Something like this would look very nice hanging over his desk, or attached to his belt. He continued to think about it as he walked inside of his quarters. A beeping noise from his desk caught his attention. There was a message waiting for him. It was encrypted several levels, but Talbot had memorized them all of the correct codes. If he missed a single code, then the message would erase itself completely and leave no trace that it had either been sent or recieved. Inputing the correct codes in sequence, a single word appeared on the screen.

    EXECUTE...

    Talbot smiled. It was now time. Walking over to the black case he took out the blood sample from Kyle and placed it next to the vials containing samples of Kali and Kasan's blood. He placed the lightsaber on the table and put a blaster pistol into the holster on his uniform. Picking up one of his communication devices he contacted CG421 and told him the one word.

    EXECUTE...

    The two clicks indicated that the stormtrooper captain had recieved the message. He would now complete his part of the plan.

    Talbot straightened his uniform to make himself as presentable to Tarkin and Daala. He didn't want to arrouse any suspescions until it was too late. When he walked out to the bridge he could see Tarkin and Daala standing in front of the massive viewports. They were staring into the asteroid field. No doubt Tarkin was waiting to see an explosion from the escape pod that they had sent drifting into there.

    Talbot walked up next to them to watch. "Sir, are you sure that it is wise to allow them to survive any longer?"

    Tarkin didn't bother to turn around. "Their deaths will either be long and painful or quick and painful."

    Talbot sneered as he turned away. "But I had the both of them in my grasp. Kyle was as good as dead."

    "Are you questioning my motives?" Tarkin asked.

    Talbot swore under his breath. Out of the corner of his eye he could see CG421 and a squad of stormtroopers begin to walk into the bridge area. The security officers didn't pay them any mind.

    One of the sensor operators called out from his station to Tarkin. "Sir, the escape pod has escaped from the asteroid field and made a jump into hyperspace!"

    Tarkin turned around with a fury. "What? The hyperspace motivator was supposed to be disabled!"

    Talbot continue to sneer but kept staring straight ahead. "It looks like the jedi are more resourcful than you give them credit for, sir."

    "Sir, we are detecting inbound craft! Star destroyers! They are ordering us to lower shields and prepare to be boarded!" The sensor chief called out.

    "What? How many ships?" Daala asked.

    "Twelve star destroyers and fourteen support craft. They are demanding our surrender!" The comm chief added.

    "We will do no such-" Tarkin started before he found himself staring into the barrel of Talbot's blaster pistol.

    "You will do such thing, Tarkin. It ends now. I am relieving you of your command." Talbot said with a cold authority.

    Talbot nodded towards CG421. The stormtroopers immediatly began to branch out with their rifles pointed at crewmen and officers alike. CG421 came up behind Daala and placed a rifle into her back. Two more stormtroopers came up behind him and took away and weapons from Tarkin, Daala or the two black stormtroopers besides Tarkin.

    "A mutiny, Talbot?" Daala asked.

    Talbot chuckled. "No, and I wouldn't wprry about your red guards coming to save you. I already had them killed beforehand. Pallaeon knew that something was up. You just don't have seven hundred thousand crew members and stormtroopers disappear without anyone noticing. The moffs thought that they could pull the wool over his eyes. But they were wrong. Instead he decided to send me, after our public falling out. I must say that I am quite the actor when the need arises."

    Daala spat on the floor. "You didn't have me fooled. I knew that you were up to something, you snake."

    "I did have you fooled, Daala. Or maybe that's why you have a blaster rifle pointed at you, instead of me. But don't worry. I'm not taking the ship.' Talbot continued. 'Pallaeon also knew that such a weapon as this would cause the entire rebel scum to come down upon the Imperial Remnent. While we would take out as many as we could, even I know that we couldn't hold out forever. The Imperial Remenent would either be destroyed or reduced to a handful of planets, or planet. We will deal with the rebel scum, soon enough. But on his timetable, not a clones. The ship will be destroyed after we have evacuated all of the personell. But don't worry the both of you. You will get to fulfill that greatest of naval traditions. You get to go down with the ship."

    "And what do you get out of it, Talbot?' Tarkin asked ' A chance to watch the Empire disappear. Without this ship, the Empire cannot survive."

    "The Empire will continue to survive. But I will serve as an Admiral and have a fleet all of my own. In time, the rebel scum will begin to falter and they will weaken. Then I will be there to pick up the pieces. Put them into a holding cell."

    Talbot then looked over at the comm chief. "Inform the fleet that we are lowering shields and are prepared to be bordered."

    "Belay that order!' Tarkin yelled. 'Don'-"

    Talbot slammed the pistol against Tarkin's temple causing him to fall to the ground. Daala rushed to him as the two stromtroopers grabbed her and forced her back onto her feet.

    "How dare you, Talbot! You will pay for this!" She yelled at him, her voice cold and full of fury.

    Talbot ignored her. "Take them away now. Now do as you are told, communications chief. Unless you want to go down with the ship as well."

    The comm chief had watched what had happened. He quickly did as he was told. Talbot walked over to one of the main communication terminals and turned on the internal comm system.

    "Attention on deck, attention on deck. This is Vice-Admiral Brevin Talbot of the Imperial Remnent. Grand Moff Tarkin and Admiral Daala are traitors to the Empire and have been taken into custody. Our fleet has arrived to evacuate all personel from this ship and to take everyone back to the Imperial Remnent to rejoin our fleet and families. All personel will evacuate now. Any personel staying behind will be shot. That is all."

    Talbot then activated the internal alarm system. Soon red lights and warning klaxons began to go off. Talbot smiled. He hated to see the ship go, but if the Imperial Remnent was to survive, then the ship had to be destroyed. Rather than activate the internal self-desctruct sequence, he had decided to send the ship into the enarest black hole. Then the ship would be gone forever and couldn't be used by anyone. And the ship would take the clone of Tarkin and Daala with it. They were too unstable and wouldn't survive in the Imperial Remnent.


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    Betrayal Part Two

    Shuttles and fighter squadrons were already beginning to leave with pilots and personel as Talbot walked over to the nav computer and began to input the coordiantes that Pallaeon had given him. The ship would take it's plunge in a black hole and that would be an end to the whole thing. Talbot would then report back to Pallaeon with the names of the moffs who had helped Torba and Tarkin with the Darkness. Then they would tell the rebels that the Darkness had disappeared into a black hole and that they had nothing whatsoever to do with the whole incident. The moffs would be quietly taken care of and replaced with more trustworthy moffs.

    Everything would be taken care of. and in the end Talbot would have his promotion and his fleet. Talbot smiled as he started the countdown. It would give enough time for everyone to get evacuate before the ship disappeared. ALready the bridge crew were beginning to file out as stormtroopers from the rest of the fleet outside helped them.

    Talbot watched it all. Tarkin and Daala would be put into a cell where they will perish. And Talbot would arrive back in the Remnent as a hero of sorts. Of course, everything that he did onboard could be denied, or a heat of the moment. The rebels wouldn't be able to touch him. To do so would implicate Pallaeon and they couldn't do it. Talbot was untouchable.

    But he did wish that he could bring along the vials of blood. But there would be too many questions. They would also prove a lot of what Kyle, Kasan and Kali would say. The vials along with the lightsaber would have to stay onboard.

    And Talbot was looking forward to hanging that lightsaber over his mantle.

    The last of the shuttles lifted off with Talbot onboard. Looking back from the co-pilots seat he could watch as the Darkness began to move. It's speed increased until it disappeared into a flash of bright light.

    Never to be seen again.

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    Kyle kept on walking down the hall with his twin sister, remaining quiet as he was in his thoughts. However, one of his first thoughts was to change and get himself cleaned up after going through hell aboard the Darkness. That was when another Jedi came up to him. Kyle looked slightly at the Jedi he knew only as Jak as he stopped for a bit, he didn't know this Jedi much. He could probably be new, or just that Kyle didn't have time to get himself acquainted with everyone yet. He nodded slightly to Jak as he welcomed him back and asked about Kasan. "Thanks, and she's alright. Thanks for the concern. Sorry if I couldn't stay here to chat for longer, but I have other issues to deal with. If you'd please excuse me, I have to get cleaned up." Kyle spoke. Truth be told, Kyle wasn't truly in the mood to talk to anyone. The fact that he could speak with Katrina and even just saying a few words with Jak was quite a feat for Kyle to pull off considering his emotional status. He let out a sigh and just kept walking, back to his room so he could use the refresher unit.

    Kyle was inside his refresher unit inside his room, as the warm water came down upon his body, he closed his eyes and seemed to bask in the freshness that the warm water was bringing to him. The shower may had washed away the sweat, the blood and the grime from his body, but it didn't do much to wash away the pain and guilt from his mind. He wished he was strong enough to defeat Talbot, he wished he could had wielded his anger against him. Letting out a sigh, Kyle finally turned off the refresher unit, dried himself up and walked out of it. He changed into his brown tunic, pants and a dark green robe, then walked out of the bathroom. He looked up at Katrina, who was waiting for him. "I'm going to see Kasan, see how she's doing." Kyle spoke, and Katrina only nodded as Kyle left the room.

    Kasan slept soundly, after she and Kali had eaten. She needed the sleep, Cilghal told her it was best for her then. She dreamed of the last few moments on board the Darkness. She groaned in her sleep, making small noises, unable to get the image of Talbot kissing her out of her mind. Walking as quickly as he could, Kyle found himself back at the medical center. He could sense that Kasan wasn't feeling alright. Rushing to her bed which was right beside Kali's, Kyle stopped right next to it and looked at Kasan with concern. "Kasan? Kasan, are you alright?" Kyle asked. She groaned again and slowly opened her eyes, looking up at him. They were slightly glazed from sleep. Making a small noise and scruntching her brows, she mummbled, "Why did I let him do that..." Kyle let out a brief but grief sigh, he remembered well what he saw Talbot did to her before she was thrown into the escape pod with him. He kissed her, and now Kasan seemed to think that she let him do it to her. "It's not your fault. He forced you to. If I'm just strong enough, things wouldn't had happened this way." he said.

    Kasan sat up slowly. She looked at him and looked down a little. Sighing, she said, "This wasn't your fault. Like I told Kali, Brevin has been waiting for this chance for a long time. Jealousy, anger and rejection riddle that man's mind and memories. Finally being able to get back at me for what I did to him years ago was like gold to him..." Kyle only shook his head. "But as a Jedi, I'm supposed to safeguard you and others from harm by people who are controlled by anger. In that, I'd failed, for I'd failed to defeat him." he replied. "With that belt of his... There was no way you could have... You're a pilot, not a fighter. Talbot was raised as both..." She reached over, placed a hand on his cheek and made him look at her. Kyle's head turned as Kasan made him look at her, it made him smiled a bit. However, the feeling that he had failed to protect the woman he loved was still lingering on his mind. She was right though, Talbot had forced him to fight on his own terms and Kyle was almost helpless without the Force even as he had managed to give Talbot a few dents. However Kyle still thought things could had been different.

    Kasan smiled at him, then tilted her head. She pulled him to her and gently placed a kiss on his lips. Leaning her forehead against his, and draping both hands over his shoulders, she said quietly, "We shouldn't ponder on what we could have done... We need to think of here and now, and what's going to happen in our future..." Kyle nodded to her soon after she kissed him, he returned the favor and kissed her back on the lips. She was right once again, that one shouldn't dwell on the past except for the sole purpose of drawing lessons from it. Kyle would learn to be more aggressive in combat while at the same time keeping it under control. He would be stronger and better. That was what he would be. Kyle would prove himself that he was still a highly capable Jedi, a deadly warrior when provoked. At the same time, Kyle would prepare himself to be a benelovent father to his children, for the time to come for that was drawing closer. "Yes, indeed. Talbot was still defeated for one reason. We love each other, and there's nothing he could do about it no matter what dirty tricks he pulls. The Force had placed us together, and the Force couldn't be denied." he spoke, determination fired up his voice. Kasan smiled at his determination, it seemed like focused determination instead of anger, as it had been before. Letting out a breath, she said, "I should rest... Will you sit with me?" Without hesistation, Kyle nodded. He decided to sit with her, for as long as he needed.
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    Jedi Knight Cawlen Raghnall

    Name: Cawlen Raghnall

    Age: 35

    Lightsaber Technique: Double-edged lightsaber.

    Lightsaber Color: Silver

    Starcraft: A-wing. The Keen Guardian.

    Appearance: Jedi Knight Cawlen Raghnall stands almost precisely six feet tall with the sleek, toned figure of a martial artist. His eyes are a dark forest green, gentle and subtle much like his lightly tanned skin. Cawlen has a main of long wavy hair, which curls at his shoulders, and a goatee on his chin.

    Cawlen typically dresses in earthy green robes the fabric of which resembles burlap, the sleeves and collar trimmed in shimmering silver. Cawlen is never seen wearing shoes or sandals of any kind, but prefers to walk barefoot no matter his surroundings.

    Bio: Cawlen was born on Tatooine to a raped and abandoned prostitute. His mother died when he was five years of age, and a local Rodian mechanic named Sneevo who was looking to escape his people’s reputation took Cawlen in and raised him. The death of his mother, and the absence of his father never effected Cawlen, as he learned his adopted father’s trade from a young age.

    When Cawlen was five Sneevo took him along to salvage parts from a crashed swoop bike in the badlands. When the two of them were digging through the wreck, Cawlen found what appeared to him to be some sort of cylinder to one type of engine or another. While both he and Sneevo were busy trying to figure out what exactly the device belonged to, a tuskan raider managed to sneak up on the both of them, knocking Sneevo out by clubbing him over the head with a piece of debris. As the raider turned on Cawlen he backed away, and in his panic accidentally pushed the small switch on the device as the raider lunged at him.

    A blue beam of light shot out of the device, cutting through the raider’s chest and ending his life. Out of fear and surprise, Cawlen hid the device in his clothes and stayed with Sneevo until he awoke, never telling him how exactly he felled the raider.

    Over the next two years, Cawlen studied the device on his spare time, practicing with it when he could. By poking questions at merchants and travelers in town about a device he said he once saw a man carry, Cawlen eventually discovered that the device was indeed a lightsaber. During these two years, Sneevo was surprised to discovery that his adopted son had the extraordinary ability to carry out household chores or clean the shop without lifting a finger. He also noticed that Cawlen was particularly keen and a smooth talker for his age, and often employed his help when bargaining with a customer or a contractor. It seemed that Cawlen was abnormally skilled at making another party see his point of view.

    By the time Cawlen was seven years of age, he had began to aid Sneevo regularly at his small repair shop. It was then that both of them were blessed with the news of the first Death Star’s destruction at the hands of the Rebel Alliance against the empire.

    Sneevo held a celebration in his shop with several intimate friends. Imperial soldiers stationed in town barged into Sneevo’s shop and threatened to arrest he and all of his friends if they did not cease the celebration. Sneevo stood up to the soldiers, and it seemed for a moment that they would kill him for his defiance.

    However, with his extraordinary abilities, Cawlen launched a wrench across the room, knocking the blaster away from the captain’s hands before he could shoot Sneevo. In an act of bravery but anger, Cawlen approached the three soldiers. They laughed at him, figuring he had thrown the wrench and turned their weapons on him. However, before they could act, Cawlen activated his lightsaber and struck all three of them down, horrifying everyone in the shop.

    The guards destroyed Sneevo’s shop, and he and Cawlen escaped to another city far across the desert after convincing the guards of their death. At a young age, Cawlen was unwittingly beginning to fall to the dark side of the force. However, the shock of seeing his father’s shop destroyed was enough to spark his inner wisdom which would carry him safely through the rest of his life.

    Through deep self and family commitment, Cawlen spent his free time meditating and focusing his mind and emotions instead of training to use the weapon. Cawlen was very understanding and accepting of what had happened, and what Cawlen’s abilities were. Sneevo tried in every way possible to aid his adopted son, but knew all he could do was to raise him the best he could.

    For the next ten years, Cawlen worked in Sneevo’s new repair shop, and meditated on finding himself, understanding the galaxy around him, learning new knowledge, and the powers he seemed to have. After an early brush with the dark side, Cawlen had managed to single-handedly put himself back on the right path with no outside guidance. However, though he had put himself back on the path of light, Cawlen’s abilities advanced no farther.

    It was at age seventeen that Sneevo received word that Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight and hero of the alliance in its defeat over the empire was creating a Jedi academy. Gathering all the money he had to spare, Sneevo sent Cawlen to the academy. He knew he had done all he could to raise the child, and was proud at how handsome, and morally guided the boy had grown to be.

    At the Jedi academy Cawlens incredible self-control and inter-understanding of things around him was a dynamic aid in his progression through training. He was one of few to train with a double-edged lightsaber, but instead of using both blades at once, he would only use one at a time, switching either off and on when it was needed. Cawlen focused primarily on the offensive aspect of lightsaber combat, making his style aggressive and destructive, bordering himself as close to the dark side as he could whenever he could to test himself.

    However, Cawlen had his own counter to his personal test. While he threw himself toward the edge when he used his lightsaber, Cawlen had dislike for the weapon, finding the very thought of hurting or wounding another person with it to be distasteful and a last resort in all cases but punishing a rapist. Cawlen trained to use his fists before his lightsaber if he had to fight. By mixing the force push technique with his intimate understanding of martial fighting; Cawlen had developed his own effective, force-based fighting style.

    At the academy, Cawlen learned to pilot an A-wing, preferring its quick, manoverable, sleek build, and precise firing over an X-wing. Cawlen became by no means an extraordinary pilot, but contained a general talent for space combat, and has over the years developed more skill through experience.

    Mixed with his strict meditation, Cawlen’s style and personal focus made him an exceptional Jedi Knight after three years of training. Though he had not yet received the rank of master after his sixteen years of service, Cawlen continued to constantly enhance and build upon his own abilities. Cawlen eventually sent for Sneevo, and had him taken to Yavin IV where he proved skilled enough to actually be employed as a mechanic.

    Cawlen only has two goals in life. One, is to protect the innocent with the abilities he has bathed himself in his entire life through mental focus, and the other is to achieve the rank of Jedi Master. The former, being the goal that he actively seeks, the latter he knows will come when the time is right.

    For now, Cawlen serves as a Jedi Knight and has not yet taken on a direct aprentice becaues he feels he has not yet found someone capable of following his teachings. Recently Cawlen was asigned to aid the Jedi in guiding the padawan in their investigations after the battle above Yavin.


    Misc: Though his style of self-realization, expression, meditation, and understanding was a great tool for Cawlen, it isn’t necessarily the easiest approach for others. Cawlen often expects those who train under him to follow his code and style, and can be very stern about it. Though he is stern about his beliefs on self-control and a peaceful understanding of the galaxy, he tries to be careful not to become too stern once he realizes he had been.

    Cawlen dislikes killing, and dislikes hurting or injuring others. He will always use his fists first doubled with his force abilities, then his lightsaber to disarm, and if he must he will remove the hand of his foe. Only in extreme and completely diabolical situations will Cawlen opt to kill or greatly harm a foe, and he expects other Jedi and especially padawan to follow this same code as a Jedi should.

    Cawlen dislikes unorganization and foolishness, as well as any attitude he deems not to be attentive and keen enough.

    Though he may be very rigid, stern, and focused on the outside, Cawlen is actually very kind hearted and compassionate. To those who compromise their beliefs with Cawlen’s beliefs, he will seem to be very soft, gentle, and understanding. To those who earn his respect in one way or another, he acts very humble and respectful. To those who show a genuine desire to learn and achieve the ability to help others, Cawlen is always very open of himself and kind.

  5. #185
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    The Conflict

    As the ship hurtled through hyperspace, a tunnel of colors whirling around, Mahtan stepped into the cockpit taking a seat behind Gavriel. "Master Gavriel, I'm pleased to see you're in one piece. How was your cruise on the Eclipse Destroyer? I hear that Kali is back and will recover." Mahtan sat in a near-by chair, hoping his words were just enough to break the ice and not cause a disturbance. Gavriel glanced back, he did not want to be reminded of his failure . . . failure to protect Kali. Mahtan meant well and Gavriel could see he was only trying to introduce himself. For a moment Gav said nothing but nodded his head. "Yes, Master Cilghal and her apprentice Tekli are seeing to Kali as we speak." Gavriel then turned to face Mahtan. Wanting to change the subject from that still open wound. "I trust you have been practicing your techniques Mahtan? You should never allow your skills to slow. Always Kkep them fresh in your mind."

    Keyan turned to Gavriel. "So, in all honesty, what do you expect to find on Rhen Var? I know plenty of students are expecting a horde of ancient battle droids. Somehow, that doesn't quite fit with the idea of a Jedi's tomb. Something more insidious perhaps?" Gavriel sat back in his pilot's chair and rubbed his eyes with a hand. He then thumbed another knob on the control panel locking in the Hyperspace Destination Alert System (HDAS). "I expect to find a lot of ice, a wrecked Coreship and a lot of left over stuff from the Clone Wars. As for battle droids, well this was a battle ground in the Clone Wars so I'm sure they'll see plenty of those. . ." Gavriel took a breath then made a gesture with his hand. "Who are we kidding Keyan? Things have only gone smoothly once on a mission and that was during the Cronitian Fleet Crisis when we discovered a Dark Trooper base. They weren't activated, but it turned out that the people we were liberating were allowing us to think that. When we get to Rhen Var, I don't know if they'll be active. I doubt it considering all of the droids were given the signal to shut down when the Wars were over. Only thing I can say is that we should be ready for anything."

    Gavriel then stood up. "I'm heading to the main room. Sensors will go off when we're reaching Rhen Var. Come on, I could use a Ruby Bliels." Gavriel and Keyan walked out of the cockpit and went downstairs to the main room. Gavriel adjustd a few more controls on the Main Computer Display then sat down on the couch. Behind the couch was the stairway wall the couch was built into. After punching in a few things on his datapad, Gavriel replaced it in his pocket. At that same time Renn Torvec awoke from his nap and unblucked himself from the chair. His throat was a little dry and he decided he was going to get a drink. On his way he saw Gavriel seated on the couch. The two nodded as Renn walked past him headinto into the kitchen area. Shortly after, he walked back out with a glass of water. "You never did give me the full details on what we're doing on that frozen wasteland." He downed the water and rubbed at his lips with the back of his hand. Gavriel sat up and considered his words as he walked past Renn into the kitchen area also. Fixing a small non-alcoholic Ruby Bliels, Gavriel spoke as he prepared the drink. "I told you, we're there to see what we can uncover about the old Jedi Order. Ulic himself was a Jedi Knight once so it's possible he may have something for Luke to learn about. Considering how starved the Academy is for information on the old Jedi Order, anything we find is bound to be useful."

    Renn nodded. "Not to sound rude or anything, but why do we need more information. I heard some call this the New Jedi Order. Therefore shouldn't we start new things?" Gavriel set the glass down after taking a drink and ran a hand through his hair. "True, but as far as Luke is concerned we can't know where we're going until we know where we've been. Considering how two Sith Lords could stop the entire Jedi Order, I'd want to know we're not going down that same path. I for one, refuse to be mired in the eternal debate of Light vs. Dark so learning from their mistakes would be a good idea." After finishing the small drink, he set the empty glass in the cleaner tank. He then looked to Renn. "Care to spar a bit?" "Sure. Why not?" He felt a bit nervous but tried not to let it show. Gavriel put a reassuring hand on his shoulder as he walked past Renn, he motioned for him to follow. Once they entered into the spacious cargo area, Gavriel removed his Jedi Robe leaving only his tan colored tunic on. He set down his blue lightsaber ontop of his robe and brandished his green lightsaber. "Do you need practice first?"

    Renn shook his head as he removed his cloak. He still had his golden lightsaber attached to his belt. His silver one came to life. He lowered himself into a fighting stance and waited. Gavriel shurgged his shoulder. "Very well then." He then took a few steps forward and in a sweeping downward swipe Gavriel aimed for Renn's legs, slow enough to be easily blocked, but quick enough to show this was no time for games. The server droid Jeeves happened to glance inside the room to see Gavriel and Renn sparring and let out an exasperated cry of "Oh my! Master Gavriel and Renn Torvec are fighting!" Which quickly drew in everyone's attention. Renn deflected the attack with some difficulty. He then used a fake move followed by a slashing move that formed an arc. Gavriel stepped back making it appear he was ready to block the fake, but had actually steadied his footing enough to smack the slashing arc away along with Renn's lightsaber from out of his hand. "You still have much to learn. Remember, do not try anything. It's too easy to focus on trying instead of doing." Gavriel held his lightsaber down allowing Renn to reclaim his lightsaber. He then took another ready stance and said simply. "Again."

    Renn used the Force to call his lightsaber back into his hand and he thumbed it back to life. Without thinking he just ran forward and jumped up into the air, aiming a spinning hook kick to Gav's head. "About time . . ." Gavriel swung his torso downward and rolled under Renn, allowing the student to land on his feet. Gavriel however was already back up and had given to side slashes which Renn swatted away and answered with a diagonal slash of his own, Gavriel backstepped again allowing the blade to pass in front of him before giving the boy and overhead swipe of his own. Renn ducked down and and rolled forward with a lunge. The lunge was meant as a fake and Renn got to his feet and found himself in locked lightsabers with Gav, and the Corellian stared into the Master's face. I'm not doing that bad Renn thought. I may be able to win! No! Don't get cocky, focus. Gavriel reached into the Force, past the smell of ozone coming from the sizzling lightsabers and felt Renn's mind. "I sense a conflict within you . . . where there should be unity within your mind, one side wishes to exalt itself, the other to keep control over the situation . . . It is because of this discord that the round was over before it even began." With a wave of his arm Gavriel circled his lightsaber in a wide arc, Renn kept hold of his own, not allowing Gavriel's blade any further, yet within Gavriel's focus, he could still sense Renn's mind was not at peace. "You are thinking when you should be feeling. Surely you can do better . . ."

    For reasons even Renn wasn't aware of, he switched off his lightsaber. He gripped his knees as he panted. Wiping away the sweat formed on his forehead. "That's all I got. I, can't keep this going." Gavriel shut off his lightsaber and replaced it to his belt. "You must learn to quiet your mind Renn. There's a conflict within you instead of peace, it's easy to recognize because I usually hold that same conflict. You must learn to keep your attention on the living Force. To Focus on the future or what could happen, costs you focus on the present moment which can make all the difference in life and death." A soft whistling began to echo through the cargo hold, which evey Jedi had entered into to watch the sparring. Gavriel listened to the alarm "Looks like we're coming up on Rhen Var. Everybody go and get yourselves suited up. I'll take us in."
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    With a grunt of pain and some difficulty he managed to will his sore muscles to allow him to stand. He knew he should've stretched first. He used the Force to call his cloak to him and he grabbed it and threw it over one shoulder.

    He limped a bit to where he had placed his bag with his suit. He opened it up and grabbed the suit and slipped it on but he kept the mask underneath his right arm.

    Renn walked over to a viewport and stared out of it to where he could see Rhen Var. He sighed, Soon I'm going to be freezing. But why do I have this bad feeling that there's something down there? It's probably nothing. Just remember don't think do, try to have inner peace in a fight. Don't think about the future.

    In order to relieve some the pain Renn decided it was time for him to stretch a little near the viewport. Even while standing on one foot while holding the other behind him Renn managed to keep his balance. He shook out his wrists and feet while rolling his neck.

    Remembering that pretty soon Gav was going to land the ship Renn rushed over to his seat and lowered himself down into it. He grabbed both safety harnesses and attached them to the seat. He closed his eyes and tried to relax, tried to calm down. He still felt nervous for some reason unknown even to him.

    Come on, he told himself, you can do this, they're just droids. Nothing more nothing less. If you were able to defeat Sovuss and hold your own even for a little bit against a Jedi Master you should be able to handle this.

    Renn let out one last deep breath as he waited to feel the ship land.

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    Daniel clapped to stop the warm water from running, he had no idea how long he stood there in the shower, leaning against the tiled wall and staring blankly at the shower head as it drenched him from head to toe. For a moment he seemed to have lost all contact with the World, as his mind wandered to other venues, to his friends, to his old hang outs, country clubs and the like, the ones his Master disgustingly reffered to as "gilden slop pits". All those things were star years away, back on his home planet and for the first time he acctually missed it, for the first time he was having second thoughts about becoming a Jedi. He pulled the shower curtain to one side and came out in a cloud of steam, reaching for the nearest towel to wipe himself off.

    Again he made his hair, evening it among three braided pony tails before placing his tunic and robe back on and emerging into his bunk or rather prison. Pensively he looked at the door, for it was tempting to his eye, usually he did not mind staying in his bunk, in fact, he rather enjoyed avoiding other's company, but now, now this was different, with the door closed, that hidden vista felt as it should feel....freedom denied and anything denied is always sought the most.

    With a quivering hand, a voice telling him no, another screaming yes, he reached for the metal handle and opened the door to the corridor that felt so much newer than when he first saw it, so much more inviting. He wondered around the corridors for a few minutes, his eyes always expecting to gaze at the face of a very soured Master Graul as they darted in every corner. How he arrived at the cargo hold he could not say, perhaps it was the crowd, several Jedi Knight and Padawans, running down the hall, their faces, gestures and cheers screaming excitement. Many ran past him but the few that recognized him, gave him a quick pat on the back and announced.

    "COME ON Dan, Master Gavriel and Renn are duking it out in the cargo hold, lightsaber style man, you can't miss it"

    Before they ran off again. like them, Daniel couldn't help but smile at such an encounter, the tension between Gavriel and Renn was well known by now and such a fight appealed to his...let's call them...adventurous instincts, it promised to be quite a match to say the least.

    Daniel was among and he wouldn't dare push himself past the small crowd that gathered in the cargo hold, still he caught small glimpses of it, mostly Renn flying around like madman and Gavriel swinging his saber as if it were a third arm, controlled and precise.

    "Renn is a lot like you" That voice was not Daniel's but it brought within him images of a feral beast, growling menacingly over it's pray "He is impatient and forceful, he does not control his emotions, his emotions control him and that always leads to a path of defeat...and to lose to yourself is to lose all"

    And indeed it was Master Graul, there, right next to Daniel, his head bowed and his hands knotted together and completely hidden by his robe, not much different from a mourner...but of what?, for many things, not excluding his pride.

    "Master?" Daniel, questioned and apolgized all in one word but Graul let both meanings melt away fromhis stern face.

    "I don't want to hear it Padawan, once again I find myself dissapointed by you, once again I question what I saw in you when I took you as my apprentice"

    "Now hold on" Hope protested "You went out of line back there, you made me stay in my bunk which frankly doesn't surprise me at all, you've been treating me li..."

    "A child" Graul was growing impatient of the boy's protests, of his little spark of rebbelion, which the Togorian summilarly judged as idleness "And how else should I treat you?" the taller, better built and more experienced leaned to his side to stare straight into his pupil's eyes "You are nothing but a child, your lack of dedication disturbs me to no end, your naive fantasies amuse me and the way you bend at my voice is simple priceless"

    Graul waited and waited but the boy did not bend, he did not answer with his usual apologetic, pleaful "Yes Master" instead he continued staring into Graul's eyes and even smiled when he saw the frustration in them. Shamefully it was Graul who removed his gaze and returned to watching the fight, his voice a bit more humble but to Daniel's chagrin, still had the same tone.

    "Understand this Daniel, you came here to see two Jedi fight and like these other small minds, to ammuse yourself from it but I.."

    As if planned, Renn went to his knees at that moment and conceeded to Gavriel.

    "I came here to watch an arrogant Knight put back in his place, he is proud and brave, a man of strong character, but without a strong will, a strong character is just an uncontrolled cruiser with a more powerful engine, remember this my apprentice...for you are walking a dark path"

    By the time he spoke out the last word he dissapeared among the crowd, which was still waiting for the grand finalli. At first Daniel was speechless at what his Master told him, he could not believe how he once looked up to that man "Perhaps it is you who are walking a dark path Master" none were there to heed his warning but a few curious spectators.

    The small beep of the alarm sounded in the background while Daniel was still staring to where his master had gone, unsure of what to do next, how to even act from that moment on, perhaps he should apologize to Master Graul but then he would only be confirming his insults....

    ...Perhaps he was but a child...

    ...Perhaps his dreams and new found confidence will lead him down a dark path...

    "Looks like we're coming up on Rhen Var. Everybody go and get yourselves suited up. I'll take us in."

    Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps..how is one to know?, one may thrust one's faight to the force and wait for it to reveal the pat but then...to whom does it stand to walk it? and where does that put him right now.

    Taking a deep breath, Daniel merely followed the crowd back to their rooms and decided to think little of the future, except for the very next step.

    And if he doesn't know what would come next, how would he fare if he were to stumble

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    Meditation and keen observence.

    Throughout the flight, one man had gone undisturbed. It wasn’t that he had not been noticed, but more that the man seemed unapproachable. He stood silently before a window, gazing out at nothing as the ship flew through hyperspace. Dressed in earthy green robes with silver trim, and standing with his arms behind his back, posture stiff and head level; the man had a sagacious air about him that one would hardly find in any man these days.

    The man had heard many conversations as he stood silently. Some padawan’s spoke in fear of meeting an army of droids upon their arrival. The man found amusement in this fear, being fully aware that if the threat was only droids that they would easily be dealt with, for he and other Jedi could destroy them without delay, for they were not living creatures. A few of the Jedi were discussing the battle that had just transpired, comparing feats and kills with pride. The man had to force himself not to scowl at men like that, speaking of another man’s death as though it was a great thing.

    Still in silence, the sagacious knight of the new Jedi Order, Cawlen Raghnall, thought back to the events leading to his presence on board this starship.

    Hands in the air!

    Please, put the blaster away. I do not wish to harm you, nor do I wish you to suffer any more punishment then necessary.

    Get away from me; I’ll blast a hole through your head!

    With a single instance of focus, Cawlen had used the force to steal the blaster pistol from the man’s hands, dropping it to the floor.

    You have no weapon, now surrender yourself. Please...

    The man swung a punch at Cawlen’s face, and sadly he knew he had to act now after spending a half an hour trying to convince the man to give himself up. The Jedi would not use the mind trick, for one thing he would never do was to steal a person’s ability to think.

    Ducking under the punch, Cawlen swung a fist upward into the man’s stomach. When the blow connected, the man leaned forward slightly, taking in a sharp breath. Immediately Cawlen focused the force through his fist, using the force-push technique through his fist still connected with the man’s stomach. The technique shot into the man’s stomach, causing him to gasp for air a second time. The force of the blow was strong enough to lift the man off of his feet so that when Cawlen removed his fist, the man collapsed to the ground, caughing.

    I tried to warn you…

    Cawlen had been sent to his homeworld of Tatooine when a town’s officials had contacted the Jedi Academy. When the Empire was destroyed, the storm trooper’s upholding law in the city left, and the city had to fend for itself. The city had managed to establish law enforcement personal, but they were unable to do anything when a small ring of criminals took up residence in their town.

    Cawlen volunteered to go to Tatooine and deal with the criminals, five in all. He did so with relative ease, hunting them down separately throughout the city. After half an hour trying to convince their leader to surrender himself to the authorities, Cawlen was forced to take action and force the man to submit. Two of his cronies tried to kill Cawlen, but they too were defeated. To Cawlen’s relief, the last two gave in without violence.

    After bringing the men to the authorities, Cawlen took the next few days to visit his hometown before heading back to Yavin IV. When he arrived he was immediacy briefed about what had happened while he was gone. The Jedi had been attacked by a super star destroyer, a memorial had been held for all those who were lost in the battle, and now an expeditionary force was being sent to investigate the tomb of an ancient Jedi.

    Cawlen had just finished climbing out of his flight suite when he received word that he had been given last-minute orders from Luke Skywalker to accompany the expedition and help look after the padawan who were going. It was also suggested to him that he try once again to find a student who would be able to live up to his expectations. Cawlen climbed on board the ship literally minutes before it took off, and had kept to himself ever since.

    And there the sage-like man stood.

    Silence…

    It was so peaceful deep in outer space. Not a sound could be heard in the depth of space if one was alone, and one could be free to act as he wished.

    The galaxy holds us all together in its silence, and its existence and ever-potent control can be denied by no one. The Jedi must be like that with the force, we must hold things together and observe, learn, and understand so that we may always do the right thing for the good of the galaxy. If the teachings tell us that the force is what binds us all together, then we must respect each other… and treat each other as brothers bound together by something greater then all of us.

    His mind drifted from topic to topic, philosophizing as he meditated on everything he had learned in recent years.

    “Oh my! Master Gavriel and Renn Torvec are fighting!"

    And with that call it seemed everyone on board the ship began to make their way toward the cargo hold to watch. Cawlen sighed gently to himself, listening to the many young voices as they passed him without a second glance. He was not impressed by a Jedi Knight’s decision to dual in the open for all to see as though it was show, though he did compromise that the spar likely would have an important purpose for those participating. What really did bother Cawlen, was all the young Jedi and apprentices who made their way to watch the spar as though fighting was something to cheer and shout about. Although he was not in concurrence with the scene itself, the disturbed Cawlen decided to follow the crowd to watch the apprentice as they watched the fight to see their reactions and attitude.

    If I plan to try and find a padawan here, I may as well start watching them now for a worthy one.

    With that thought on his mind, the Jedi Knight turned dexterously on his heel and made his way down the hallway with the crowd. His footsteps were slow and calm, one after another would fall in gentle harmony with the next. While people rushed down to the cargo hold in excitement, Cawlen relaxed and took his time, watching each face that darted past him.

    Cawlen had just entered the cargo hold just in time to see Gavriel role under an aerial kick from his apprentice. Gavriel was a man whom Cawlen respected for his skill and intelligence, and so he would not personally condemn this display which Gavriel had decided to partake in for some reason of his own. Slowly, the observant Cawlen made his way around the crowd, taking little interest in the training session as his eyes read the faces of each apprentice he could pick out among the crowd. His eyes drifted from person to person, as slow and calculated as his footsteps.

    Too excited over combat…
    Another…
    Too shy… not enough confidence…
    Another…
    Same problem as the first…
    Another…
    Same problem again…
    Another…
    …they might snap when they see real action. And the interest in fighting does not suite a Jedi.

    He saw Graul then. Though perhaps a bit harsh, Graul was a Jedi that Cawlen had some respect for, for his discipline. As Cawlen watched, it seemed that Graul was lecturing his student, something that Cawlen himself hated the thought of having to do to his own once he found one.

    Another…
    That one doesn’t seem interested in the fight beyond using it to learn, but seems far to nervous about being here in general, she needs to keep herself calm.
    Another…
    Sleeping as we near our mission… much to calm. If I plan to find someone I best continue to search…

    Just as Cawlen decided that searching the students who had not taken interest in the fight would be a more suitable, the alarm signaling the awaited arrival sounded.

    Time seems to slip by me when I ponder the galaxy…

    Now as the time for action drew near, Cawlen once more searched the faces of the nearby students, searching the emotions they played upon their faces.

    Fear to different degrees, some good, and some bad.

    Courage and readiness to different degrees, some good, and some bad.

    Battle-excitement to different degrees, all bad.

    Observance and a desire to learn to different degrees, all good.

    Jedi Knight Cawlen would find a padawan eventually.

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    After his talk with Renn, Gabriel had returned to his quarters, not really sure what to do until they arrived, so he decided to try & learn mixed Echani/Jedi unarmed combat.

    One enough room was around him for fear he might break something, Gabriel started to remember everything he studied on Echani unarmed combat & started to do the movements slowly to get a feel of them, after he has a solid understanding on how each move went, he decided to execute them faster, as if they were nature to him now.

    Later mixing his hand movements with footwork, Gabriel started circling an invisable enemy, performing several of the hand attacks & occasional kicks when he wasn't going to break somethign in the room, however, just out of supprise, Gabriel executed several hand attacks, jumped back then drew & ignited his lightsabres as if insitctivly.

    Pausing for a few seconds, Gabriel brought his Lightsabres so he could see both of them,
    'That was wierd... what posessed me to do that?'

    Seeign another student run past his door, Gabriel extinguished his lightsabres & ran to see what the comotion was. Deciding to follow the student to see what was going on.

    He followed the student to where Gavriel & Renn were aparently 'fighting'.
    "What's going on?"
    "Master Derragon & Torvec are fighting."

    Looking at the action, he thought
    'Looks like sparring to me.'

    Gabriel watched as the 2 exchangd blows between each other, Gabriel observed the movements & body positions the 2 shifted into. Absorbing everything that he was seeing.

    When the sparring duel was over, the alarm seemed to go off, after hearing Gavriel say they were approching Rhen Var, the Students hurried to get ready for when they touched down, Gabriel was happy to follow suit as the Students hurried to get ready for when they touched down on the planet.

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    Gavriel's comments left Keyan thinking as the Jedi Master left the cockpit. He was right about dangerous occurances happening during almost every mission. It's almost as if the Jedi students had as a much a penchant for attracting danger as the war hero Han Solo did. But it remained to be seen if the trainees were as capable as the old smuggler. With plenty of time left to go on the flight, Keyan kicked his feet up onto the console, careful not to disturb anything, and shut his eyes. The colors of hyperspace had a sedative feeling, and he quickly sunk into a trance.

    Some time later, a panicked voice reveberated throughout the ship, "Oh my! Master Gavriel and Renn Torvec are fighting!" The tinny voice of Jeeves jolted Keyan to full awareness, and he swung his feet off this console, standing in an instant. He had barely begun to move aft when he realized it was a duel, and noone was in serious danger. There was none of the malorous hate permeating the ship like there was involved with murder. The Jedi sighed at protocol droid's jittery nerves and sat back down. Most people had congregated in the hold, watching the duel as if it were some archaic gladitorial event. Keyan eyeballed all the displays on the console, making sure everything was working fine. The hyperspace display was counting down from 10.

    10...9...8...7..6...5...4...3...2...1...*beep*

    The hyperspace alarm went off as the ticker reached zero, blaring throughout the ship, a piercing wail. It was bound to get the attention of anyone, even those fighting. But the sound of lightsabers crashing against another had stopped, so the duel must have finished. Which meant Gavriel would be back soon and the others would be strapping in for planetfall. Keyan reached forward and disengaged the alarm, then pulled back on the hyperdrive motivators. The tunnel outside the viewport condensed, then turned into great beams of light, which snapped into tiny pinpricks as the reversion to realspace was completed. Straight ahead was an icy blue ball the sensors designated Rhen Var.

    Suppressing a nervous whistle, Keyan began to ready the ship for arrival. Well....whatevers down there, we're coming, ready or not.

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    Dawn had broken just a few hours ago on Yavin IV. The night before, Kali was given permission to move from the Medical wing of the Jedi Academy to her own quarters that she usually shared with Gavriel. She was healing well enough and only rest and time would bring her back to full strength. She had risen early and dressed comfortably in a pair of ankle high boots, dark green utility shorts, and a dark blue tank top. Because she wasn't going to be running to keep warm, and Yavin's sun still hadn't burned off the cool of the night, she had on one of Gav's older button-up shirts. It was black, broken in, and still smelled like him. She had rolled up the sleeves so they weren't engulfing her hands, but left it open. When a gently breeze brushed across, it caught the bottom of the shirt, tossing it around her hips and pulling it behind her back. Her curls were tied back, just below the nape of her neck. They too got tossed around and pulled over her shoulder by the gentle breezes that came off the lake she and Kasan were currently walking towards.

    "Lake" was probably too large of a word to use for the area, but "pond" would've been too small. An area south of the temple, it was a small trek up over a hill, then down a side trail till the trees opened up to reveal the lake. Low brush and flat land surrounded the lakeside, dotted intermitedly with large palm trees. A small river emptied into the water at the other end, and the whole thing took about an hour to hike around, but it was easy terrain, and the whole area carried a calming, serene effect to it.

    Kasan had woken just as early as Kali and in a good mood, wrapped safely and protected in Kyle's arms. It was as though he didn't want to let her go for fear that he'd lose her again. She woke early in the morning and gently pried herself from his arms. She looked at herself in the mirror in his room and ran her hands across a few of the disappearing and faded bruises on her body. Letting out a breath, she thanked God that it had been the worse of it. She looked over and eyed the clothing that Kali had brought to her the night before. Having just landed on Yavin IV, the only clothing she owned was the beat-up and dirty "slave" outfit Torba had put her in. She was a little uncomfortable in shorts, but from what she knew about this moon, it seemed appropriate. Slipping them over her hips, she grabbed the tank top and slid it over her torso. Looking at hereslf again, she smiled a little and thought she almost looked normal again. She kissed Kyle lightly on the lips, causing him to mummble something and turn over in the bed. Smiling to herself, she walked from the room and was soon trekking along with Kali towards the lake. Stopping near the top of the small hill, she said, "You do realize we've been walking forever?"

    Kali chuckled at Kasan's question and nodded, stopping to survey the scenery, putting a hand on the small of her back and stretching a bit. "Yeah, but I feel like I haven't walked in forever... My muscles feel so...unused and neglected. Plus, its just good to get out of that medical wing. Cighal is great, but I swear I'd never get that bacta smell out of my hair... Are you doing alright? We can take a little break if you want..." Kasan stopped for a moment and looked around a little, "We can keep going... Trust me... I know how it feels to be confined... It felt like forever that I was trapped in that mess." She shook her head to wipe the memories away of the things that Torba was going to do to her, shivering a little, she grabbed her arms and looked ahead.

    Kali nodded, then started down the path that led to the lake, slowly, moving in front of Kasan. "Alright... Just tell me when you need a rest. I think we should sit by the lake for a bit before heading back. There's some great shaded areas over on the west side of it." Kasan nodded, "I'll take your word for it." She followed Kali along, taking in the surroundings and finding that apparently, it wasn't just the Jedi that were calmed by the serenity of the place. She looked ahead and caught sight of the lake. Smiling to herself a little, she sighed out and said, "It's so quiet..."

    Kali smiled and nodded, sitting down and climbing down a few large boulders that looked like nature made stairs for giants. She waited at the bottom of the five large steps for Kasan to do the same. "I've never seen any predators in the area, but it usually stays this quiet. You would almost never know it was there unless you were looking for it." Kasan carefully made her way down and stood by Kali, looking out over the lake. It was serene and the light made the water sparkle. Glancing over, she said, "This is nice. How did you find it? Do you come here to get away from Gavriel?" Kali laughed. Hard enough that she put a hand to her stomach and winced a bit, still smiling through it. "Ooo... No, actually, although I might start to. I found it one morning by almost, but not completely accident. I usually go for runs just after dawn. One morning, I just took a different route than usual and ended here... I brought Gavriel here once. We haven't had time to be back since." She bit her lower lip and looked down for a moment, then out at the scenery, the memory of that time playing through her head, and behind her eyes.

    Kasan looked over at her again after having looked over the water. Slipping her arm across Kali's shoulder's she absently pulled her close, "Don't worry... I remember how he looked at you the last time I saw you together. I have a feeling you'll spend many more times together here. Maybe doing things that you'll not necessarily want anyone else to know about...." She smiled and stuck out her tounge a little. Kali smiled sincerely over at her friend, slipping an arm around the woman's waist and turning towards the trail again, continueing down it. "Thank you... Just make sure you let me know if you ever decide to bring Kyle here to visit." She said, winking playfully. Kasan smiled, "I may, I may... But, I'll let you know before hand." She shook her head a little, "Wouldn't that be embarassing?"

    Kali nodded. "Incredibly. I promise to let you know as well if Gav and I ever slip off..." Kali grinned over at Kasan. "So have you and Kyle set a date yet for the big day?" Kasan shook her head, "No... That was the day... I... We haven't had a chance to talk about it yet." Kali squeezed Kasan around the waist gently. "You guys will soon enough." She said reassuringly, just as they stepped from the trail and into the clearing around the lake. Kali looked from Kasan and out over the scenery.

    Kasan smiled and looked over the water. The two women walked a little and found a place to sit down. It was shaded, but not cold. Kasan pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. Glancing back, she said, "What about you and Gavriel? Have you two set anything?" Kali took a seat next to Kasan, folding her legs in front of her and wrapping Gav's shirt tighter around her body. She shook her head, a thick length of her curls falling over her shoulder. "Not yet. We've tossed around a few ideas, but haven't set anything in stone yet."

    "Afraid?"

    "With him?" Kali thought for a moment, her eyes on the water. "Not anymore..." She shook her head a bit, smiling. "We could run off for a weekend and get married in some sleezy casino, and it wouldn't make much difference to me. As long as we were together. But both of us, and especially my family, want a pretty traditional wedding that everyone can attend. So when he gets back I'm sure we'll start the planning process... Something that I know nothing about." She smiled wryly over at Kasan. She laughed out, "Well... That makes two of us. And I bet, those two boys won't help us do any of it, unless we make them."

    Kali laughed softly, shaking her head and plucking at a few strands of grass at her side. "Not at all... What about the babies? Any ideas for names yet?" "Nothing that's he's told me, but he has this bad habit of throwing his thoughts when he's sleeping... I know he's got some in mind, but the only one I can ever remember is Zev..." Kali smiled and nodded. "Gav does that sometimes, but so do I on occasion. Zev... a very strong name."

    "If I remember correctly, it's also the name of one of the Rebel Pilots I fought against... I have a feeling I know where he's getting that name from."

    "That would make sense..." She looked down at her hands, then over at Kasan. "Do you ever feel guilty for your time with the Empire?"

    "Honestly, no." She caught Kali's surprised look and continued quickly, "You have to understand... It was all I knew. After a time, when I realized what was really happening, I made a decision in my head, it's just to bad, my heart wasn't ready to go yet... Brevin, wasn't the only one who was in love..."

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    Kali blinked....then whispered softly, as if there were someone near who might hear. "Who did you love?"

    "Soontir..." Her voice was quiet and she looked ahead, her body there but her mind elsewhere.

    "First love?"

    Kasan nodded slowly, "Baron Soontir Fel... It was quite silly though when I think about it... I only stayed because of a man who was so blind with his own lost love, he couldn't see the one that was there..." She sighed, "But... Eventually, I started to loathe myself for who and what I was becoming. So I ran." Kali nodded, then, after a few moments, asked. "What did he look like?"

    Kasan smiled to herself and thought back. "He was older then me, with dark hair and a goatee on his chin. Tall, slender, and his piloting skills made mine look like child's play. There wasn't anything that you couldn't love about Soontir..."

    "Tall, dark and handsome... Who wouldn't have fallen in love?" Kali smiled. "I think every girl falls for the 'wrong' guy at some point in their life."

    "Wasn't the wrong guy, just the wrong time is all... Either, I had to be older or he had to be younger. But, as it goes, some things are not meant to be and, I'm better off now then I would have been with him..." Kali nodded, smiling. "I think so too." She leaned back on her hands, stretching her legs out in front of her.

    "Anything else you'd like to know about my time with the Empire?"

    Kali thought for a moment then shook her head. "No questions that I have at the moment. Do you feel uncomfortable talking abou it?" Kali looked over at Kasan. "We can change the subject if you want to." Kasan shook her head, "Naw, I've just learned in my life to never answer more then you've been asked." Kali looked back out at the lake, her brow furrowed a bit. "Somehow... I think that was a lesson hard learned."

    "If you're refering to Talbot... Try not to worry about that... As I said, nothing will come of it. You'll see..."
    She looked over at the lake, then up at the sky. Raising a brow, she said, "Do you suppose that you could swim in this water?" Kali blinked at the question, then shrugged. "I don't see why not...." She closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment. "I don't feel any predators in the water. Just smaller bits of sea life...."

    Kasan nodded, "Well... Do you feel well enough? May help us get rid of some of these thoughts we've been having." Kali opened her eyes and smiled over to Kasan. "I'm game if you are...."

    Kasan nodded and stood, already pulling off her tank top. "Race ya..." Kali laughed, pushing to her feet and stripping off her own clothes. Once they were down to their underthings, the two women ran down to the water and dove in. The temperature was tepid, cool enough to be refreshing, but not enough to give them a chill. The shore sloped gently down so that it didn't take long for the water to be waist-high on both of them. Kali pushed her hands through the water and came up for air, grinning over at Kasan as she stood. She was right, a nice swim was just the ticket to washing away the depressing thoughts that had been dwelling in both of their minds this morning.
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    The great white and blue ball of Rhen Var hung in front of the ship, like a great, spherical jewel glistening in the light of it's far away primary sun. Gavriel entered into the cockpit followed by a few Jedi who were already prepared in warm clothing. Gavriel was redressed in his thick dark Jedi Robe. His two lightsabers hanging on either side of his belt and the sound of his boots thumping through the carpeting to the hardfloor underneath. Once he sat in his pilot's chair he looked out to the planet. "Yep, Rhen Var. Didn't take long at all getting here." Gavriel strapped himself into his seat and looked over as Keyan was punching in a few adjustments on the console in front of him. "Alright Keyan, set course coordinates 2-7-9." Gavriel then grabbed the flight stick and steered the craft towards the dark side of the planet. Glancing down at the radar monitor, the coordinates to Ulic's tomb were still out of range, but the orange wedge-shape on the screen was pointed at 12 o'clock, meaning they were headed straight for it. Gavriel had to turn the ship a ways away from it's straigh forward course in order to spiral the craft into the planet's atmosphere at a proper trajectory.

    A slight reddish glow seemed to play at the edge of the viewpanel in front of them. They were coming in a touch too hot for the planet to accept, until the heat shields kicked in eliminating the friction heat from the panel. To help the shields, Gavriel slowed his descent into the planet. Soon the Star's Shadow broke through the clouds of the atmosphere to see the white, snow-covered ground below. It was a cloudy night on Rhen Var, one heightened in beauty by the snow glistening in the moonslight as the ship flew above the ground. "So beautiful here . . ." Gavriel thought to himself. How he wished Kali could have come along on this mission, he remembered to a time almost a year ago when he and Kali had done so much together. To be separated during trips was almost unthinkable a that time. Not wanting to dwell on the past, Gavriel brought himself back to the present moment. Scanning the ground below the ship, Gavriel came across a path of ground littered with large wheels, likely remnants of groups of hailfire droids that had been destroyed. The readouts also showed that the ground had become very uneven. Gavriel reached over and flicked on the headlights of the ship. Reaching through the snow were pieces of wreckage. At least one nearly whole Republic AT-TE, the precursor to the Empire's AT-AT. "Wow . . . Must've been a whole battleground here." sudden the ground they were flying over dropped away sharply into an icy canyon roughly 200 meters high, a river of water, nearly choked with icebergs directly below them.

    Gavriel turned the craft sharply to duck into the canyon. Along the walls were wrecked anti-air turrets and more vehicle debris along the small banks and icebergs. One of the students behind Gavriel spoke. "This is amazing . . . all this history . . ." Gavriel nodded, his eyes unable to look away. "Yes, this is certainly something . . ." The light from the ship and the moons reflected clearly off of the frigid water as teh ship continued on. The canyon would lead them right to Ulic's tomb. Overhead were icy natural bridges reaching across the canyon to connect. Gavriel flew the craft under the formations and turned his head to the left where he heard a low rumble, where a shelf holding several destroyed Confederate Turrets suddenly lost its grip from the side of the canyon and plunged into the icy river below sending waves crashing to envelope the turrets and cast them from memory. "Rhen Var's way of healing from the scars of the past." Gavriel spoke as he faced ahead once more.

    The canyon narrowed once more allowing maybe 70 meters for the craft to manuever within. The river gave way to a small icy piece of land that continued to grow. Branching out all around the viewport was a huge, circular spot almost 1000 meters all around. To the back of the circular canyon were two separate canyons, to their left, almost completely covered with snow stood towers of black stone, the towers were round in shape, capped with oversized tops making the towers appear mushroom-like. Directly below the "caps" were small vertical rectangles which served as windows. "There it is, Ulic Qel-Droma's tomb." Gavriel directed his attention back to what was infront of the ship. A derelict Techno Union ship lay destroyed on the ground, the snow only just now forming a layer atop of it. Behind the downed Techno Union ship was a massive, circular shape almost directly in the middle of the circular area. "And there's the Trade Federation coreship . . ." Gavriel said aloud. It would almost look like a miniature Death Star, were it not for the "legs" under the vessel, many of which were broken and smashed while other remained straight making the craft lean towards the left. Many of the antennae on top of the ship had broken off, but a great deal remained intact.

    Gavriel slowed teh craft and turned it to place the Coreship to the rear-right of his ship while the front of the Shadow pointed at Ulic's tomb. Kicking in the repulsorlift engines, Gavriel heard their electronic whine as the craft's landing legs extended and the ship touched down softly whipping up loose snow into the air all around the ship. Once Gavriel locked down the landing he clicked a few more controls shutting off the lights outside of the ship, but keeping the interior lights on. He them activated the com throughout the ship. "We've just landed. I want everyone to meet in the main room shortly we'll get a bite to eat and discuss the plan. Double-check to make sure your have your lightsabers . . . and wear warm clothes." Gavriel said it with enough of a tone to hint of what's to come after the meeting. He then looked to Keyan and the other Jedi in the cockpit. "Make sure you all have everything too. I'll give you all a few minutes to make sure before I start the meeting." He then walked out of the cockpit and made his way down the staircase. He wished Kali were with him, he missed her so much. He had failed in protecting her on board the Eclipse Star Destroyer, he would not fail Luke in this mission. And being in the shadow of a downed Coreship seemed to hint to Gavriel of a danger far worse than mere battle droids. Here, surrounded by wreckage from the Clone Wars, Gavriel could almost feel the Force telling him to prepare for a much greater war that will soon arise . . . although Gavriel could not determine if this war was to be fought on the snowplains outside, the galaxy beyond, or within himself. It was as if the night air had found its way into the ship carrying with it, the frigid temperature from outside and a very low, very soft, and almost mellifluous voice calling to him from the other side of the Force. Or was it the Force itself calling to him? "Gavriel . . ."
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    Kyle's eyes were suddenly open as he finally woke up, although he could feel Kasan kissing his lips as well as her absence in his own room through the Force. He rubbed his eyes for a bit, sometimes for the heck of it. To explain, Kyle remembered how his mother would comment on how cute he was when he rubbed his eyes. So, in missing his mother, Kyle decided to do the things she liked to see him do. As he stretched, Kyle felt that all the physical pain he had from fighting Talbot were gone. He must had been healed through the Force. Shrugging that thought off, Kyle got off his bed just as Jake rolled him to him and greeted him with a series of beeps. "Good morning, Jake. And yeah, I know that Kasan had just left." he spoke to his astromech droid, then walked to the restroom to get his shower.

    10 minutes later, Kyle was in his favorite tan Jedi tunic and pants, all washed up and dried. All the bloodstains which came from the fight with Talbot were gone, as if nothing had happened to it. It smelled fresh too. He walked out of the bathroom and went for his closet. Upon opening the closet, Kyle found his favorite dark blue Jedi robe all fixed up and looked almost like new. However, there was still the mark where the fire had burned on the left shoulder. That was a sign to how close Kyle was to the jaws of death when he was being chased by Boba Fett back on Nar Shaddaa to save his twin sister from the galaxy's most feared bounty hunter. The burned Jedi robe was a token of Kyle's spirit of going out of his way to save those he loved. It was one of Kyle's many strengths, as a Jedi, and as a person in general. There would be other commitments to fulfill in due time, such as a father and a Jedi Master.

    "But what would a Jedi Master be without his lightsaber, eh, Jake?" Kyle spoke and chuckled, as Jake beeped and whistled in agreement. "I thought so, Jake. That's why today I'm going to make my lightsaber all over again. Make sure you send a message to Kat and tell her to come and watch me do it." he replied, still remembering that he needed to show Katrina how to build a lightsaber. Jake obeyed Kyle's instructions as he rolled somewhere and stopped, his photoreceptor turned red as he performed as his master had instructed. Once the task was complete, Jake beeped in afirmation to Kyle, who nodded to him. "I'm going to step outside to the crystal cave to get some for my new lightsaber. Stay here, but take a stroll with me out in the hallway if you want." Kyle said once more to his astromech droid. Jake beeped in agreement, and followed his master as he walked out the door of the room.

    Kyle walked down the hall, with Jake trailing behind him. He could feel the living Force had begun to grow in strength as the Jedi were all getting up for the morning. It appeared that Kyle was up pretty early today, and so was Master Luke, as he sensed his presence through the Force. Luke had his back turned to Kyle with his eyes closed. With an even tone Luke spoke, his eyes opening as he did so. "Kyle." Kyle stopped just as he saw Master Luke with his back turned to him. Jake halted himself without Kyle even motioning for the astromech droid to do so. Bowing his head somewhat lowly as he stood in front of Master Luke, Kyle let out a brief sigh before he spoke. He knew what the upcoming conversation would be about. "Yes, Master Luke?" Kyle replied. Luke turned to him and exhaled. "What is it? I was greeting you . . ." "Thought you wanted to speak to me about something, about how I was feeling and thinking when I got back here." Kyle responded, feeling somewhat surprised. But he shrugged that feeling off and waited.

    Luke's smile was very subtle. "Why should I? You already seem to know what I was going to say." Luke hadn't even thought to bring it up, Kyle was obviously disturbed by his own thoughts, they were all too apparent. Kyle only chuckled a bit when he heard Luke's response, then tighten himself up just a bit in a way that wasn't uptight, yet wasn't too laxed either. "I'm going to be honest with you, Master Luke. I kind of thought that it was my fault that Kasan had to suffer those injuries. The lives of the twins were in danger simply because I was unable to stop Talbot. I did wish I was stronger." he spoke in a tone that wasn't too serious nor too humorous. Kyle was confessing how he felt. Not that it would be needed since Luke would had sensed those emotions, but it always felt good to say it out loud. "It's natural to have those thoughts. It's the allure of the Dark Side. It calls to you in a mellifluous voice promising power. Do not believe it, be confident in what strength you have and the power of the Light. Trust in the Force that whatever happened with Kasan, will somehow work out for good. The Force often finds ways of turning bad things for good eventually."

    Kyle nodded to Luke's words as he took them in. This wasn't the first time he had a conversation with Luke regarding the Dark Side. Something which Gavriel had no interest in whatsoever. Kyle was, however, also interested in what Gavriel sees of the Force. "I understand, Master Luke. I know those feelings first hand, this wasn't the first time for me. Granted, I tend to lean a bit towards Kyp Duron's views of a Jedi, being a long time vet in the war against the Empire. But I'll be careful." he said, a confident smile forming on his face. "Even Master Derragon acknowledges that a person can give in to his anger Kyle. I call that the Dark Side while you and he may call it simple anger. Eitherway, it gains strength in a Force user. You are strong Kyle, you and Kasan can overcome whatever comes your way. Learn to forgive yourself your flaws, we all have them, and focus on the present. Kasan is still alive, to concern yourself with what could have happened serves no purpose and is a prime source for fear to step in." Once again, Kyle couldn't help but feel that he understand, feeling convinced that Luke was right. For he always was, or at least it seemed that way.
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    The Star's Shadow set down on the icy plain facing Ulic Qel-Droma's tomb. The fallen Jedi had been part of the so-called Great Hunt, organized by the Jedi Council. He, his brother, his secret love, and their master set out on a quest across the galaxy. Ulic's passion for his love grew stronger and more unpredictable, leading the promising Jedi towards the Dark Side. Drastic measure had to be taken, and Ulic was "cut off" from the Force. And now his tomb had a heavy aura around it, as if the Force had taken up guard here.

    Keyan locked the ship into standby mode, and left the cockpit. His bag was still in the lounge where he had left it, so he grabbed the duffel and found an empty refresher unit to change in. Moments later, he emerged in clothing reminiscent of the outfits the Rebels had worn on Hoth. His face was obscured by goggles and a scarf, and his body swathed in layers of cloth. Over the thermasuit Keyan wore his Jedi tunic, with both lightsabers on his hips. Tossing the bag back into the lounge, Keyan joined the others in the main room. Jedi were waiting impatiently by the access ramp, leaning against bulkheads, and lounging in chairs. Gavriel had not yet made it into the main hold for his.....mission outline. Most of the people assigned to the mission were present, with the most notable absent. Renn, Gabriel, Cawlen. Keyan didn't fear much for Cawlen, he was an accomplished Jedi and not one for unreasonable delays. But Renn and Gabriel, they were variables. The fact that Gavriel had offered to duel Renn meant he probably was trustworthy, or had issues that the Jedi Master could deal with. But Keyan had never met Gabriel, being in the cockpit the entire trip. He would have to figure him out during the foray into Ulic Qel-Droma's tomb. The Coruscanti Jedi took up a position in the back of the room, leaning against the wall in the hallway leading to the cockpit. Gavriel would be here soon, and the mission could start, for better or for worse.

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    Interlude

    The bridge area onboard the Eclipse-class Star Destroyer Darkness was quiet. The entire ship was as silent as a tomb. Only the sound of mantinence droids could be heard, clicking and buzzing as they continued on their programmed duties. Deep inside the detention level, Grand Moff Tarkin and Admiral Daala were the only living beings on the ship. But they were trapped within a single cell. It's stark black walls gave them nothing to use in trying to find a way out before the ship plunged into a black hole.
    Daala could feel the ship underneath her. She could tell that they were in hyperspace, but she couldn't tell for how long. Tarkin was still unconscious from the blow to the head by Talbot's pistol. He was now laying in one of the beds asleep as Daala paced around the cell, trying and stewing in her anger over Talbot's betrayal.

    He will pay! She thought to herself as she continued to walk around in circles. When she got out of this she would make sure that Talbot payed for what he did. When, not if, was the bigger question to her. She knew that there had to be a override, something that Talbot had overlooked. If only she knew where the black hole was. The she might be able to figure out how long they had. If. She had to do something, anything was better than nothing.

    Anything.

    But in the ships nav-computer, something was happening. Buttons clicked, lights flashed and the computer brought the ship out of hyperspace. Daala could feel the ship as it jumped out of hyperspace.

    So this is it. She thought. She slammed her hand repeatedly against the cell's door in anger and frustration. "This can't be it! It can't!" She screamed.

    Then she straightened back up again. She was a Imperial Admiral. This was not how a Imperial Admiral acted. She smoothed out her uniform and brushed back her hair. If she was going down with the ship, then she would go down as a proud Imperial, not as a crying, sniveling woman. She stood at parade rest and awaited the black death that would come.

    And she waited.

    Minutes went by. But she was still alive. She began to look to around. Perhaps she was already dead? She couldn't feel the ship moving under her feet. Everything was still and quiet. Noexplosions, no screaming of metal as it tore apart, no flickering of lights and then the plunging darkness as the power generators were destroyed.

    Nothing.

    The ship had come out of hyperspace nowhere near a black hole, or even a planet for that matter. Directly off the ship's port bow was a large purple and pink gaseous cloud of a nebula. And directly to the ships starboard side was a small shuttle.

    The shuttle docked with the Darkness. A single figure covered in a black cloak stepped out of the shuttle and onto the hangar bay. It's footsteps were quiet and with purpose. It strode throught the ship making it's way to it's destination. Several droids stopped to see the figure pass by but made no effort to stop or question it. Several mouse droids responded by quickly scurrying away before it. The figure didn't pay any of them any attention, or responded to them in anyway. It's focus was elsewhere.

    Daala was beginning to think that something had happened. She began to think of what it could've have been. Maybe there was a short in the computer, or maybe the engines malfunctioned. For whatever reason, the ship had dropped out of hyperspace and not at it's intended coordinates. She began to walk over to Tarkin and try to wake him up. She was interupted by the door opening. She quickly turned around to see a tall figure dressed in entirely in a black cloak. It's face was hidden under the darkness of it's hood. Even it's fingers were covered in black gloves.

    "Who are you?" She asked. She wasn't quite sure what to do. The figure looked unarmed. She couldn't see any weapons, unless they were hidden underneath the figures cloak. Even then, she was unarmed. She knew that she couldn't fight, but maybe she could talk her way out of it.

    "I am Admiral Daala of the Galactic Empire. I demand to know your intentions!" She said boldy and with authority.

    The figure looked at her. Daala could feel the unseen eyes as they moved over her body and stopped at her face.

    The figure gave a dismissing wave of it's hand. "Your empire is no more. Your rank means... nothing." The figures voice was raspy and low. It had a slight electronic whisper to it. It almost reminded Daala of Darth Vader's voice, except not as booming and without the sound of the respirator.

    Tarkin began to stir. Daala kept one eye on the figure and placed a hand on Tarkin's shoulder. "We have company." She said.

    Both of Tarkin's eye flew open. "My Master, you have arrived!" He said as he struggled to stand up.

    "Your .... master?" Daala asked confused. She helped Tarkin up, but she was wondering why Tarkin has refered to the figure as master.

    Tarkin made a low bow. "My Master, I am so glad that you came to rescue-ah.. ah..ak" He stopped and grabbed his throat. He began to choke and looked at the black figure in suprise.

    "You have no more use to me, clone." The figure said as it began to close it's fist.

    Tarkin struggled to talk as Daala looked at him and then at the figure with a horrified look in her eyes. She was paralyzed, she couldn't move. She couldn't do anything. She wanted to run, she wanted to hide, she wanted to attack the figure and make it stop hurting her lover. Even if he was a clone, he was still Tarkin's flesh and blood. He still had Tarkin's memories.

    The figures hand closed fully and Tarkin's neck made a wet sounding snap-crack noice. His dead body crumpled to the ground as the figure turned to Daala.

    "You are no use to me either... Daala." The figure said.

    Daala's eyes went wide with fear as she began to feel her throat beginning to tighten. She struggled to breathe and her breaths came out in ragged gasp as her throat constricted. Blackness and the red of ruptured blood vessels began to fill her vision and her last thougth was...

    Who are you?

    The figure dropped Daala's dead body next to Tarkin's. It would send in the maintence droids later to throw their carcasses out into space. It didn't want it's prize to smell of dead flesh. It withdrew it's hands back into it's cloak and made it's way up to the bridge area. But first it had one last stop to make beforehand.

    Walking into Talbot's former quarters it spied the black case sitting on the desktop. Opening it up the figure ran a gloved finger over each vial, stroking them gently. Then it took out the vials of blood and looked at each one in the light. It could read the names of the Kyle, Kasan and Kali. Putting them back down inside the case, it picked up Kyle's lightsaber and admired it in the light. Then it began to softly chuckle.

    "Everything is proceding exactly as I have forseen." It said out loud. The placing the lightsaber underneath it's cloak it walked to the bridge and took control.
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    Grabbing his supply bag, Gabirel pulled out the jecket that also had the gloves with it, The jacket itself was made of Wampa pelt with thermal-insulative materials laced on the inside, the gloves were made the same way. After placing his lightsabres on his belt, he slung the jacket on, pulled on the gloves & Slinged the 2 bags over his shoulders, (The Supplies & the Prefab shelter.) Then made his way to the main area.

    Once he arrived, he saw that the other students & Jedi that had come on the trip were gathering so they could get ready with what was to happen after they left the ship & looked at the Tomb,
    'Gee... I never knew there were this many people wanting to see the tomb for themselves.'

    Looking around, he tried to pick out Master Derragon, he was most likley going to explain what was going to happen after the students left the ship, but Gabriel knew what he was going to do: Set up as close as possible to the tomb, build the Prefab shelter & get to work on the tomb interior.

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    Master Gavriel had been a little short on words but Mahtan wasn't surpirsed, and the spar between him and the younger jedi Renn Torvec hadn't caught Mahtan's attention enough.

    "This should do it..." Talking to himself Mahtan carefully tweek the last screw on the outer covering of his old comlink. Holding it to his lips he pushed down the button and began to speak. The message, if send, would come through on Mahtan's wrist communicator.

    "Test, one, two, three." A crackling noise came from his wrist then a choppy and fuzzy sentence. "Test, ..e, tw., ..ree."

    Lightly sighing he shut it off and set it aside on his bed that he sat on. Leaning back he rested his eyes and body.

    "We've just landed. I want everyone to meet in the main room shortly we'll get a bite to eat and discuss the plan. Double-check to make sure your have your lightsabers . . . and wear warm clothes."

    They had obviously landed on Rhen Var, Mahtan hadn't noticed them leaving hyperspace while he was cooped up in repairing the comlink.

    Groaning he sat back up as the message from the cockpit concluded. Patting around his waist he noted that both his lightsaber and heavy blaster pistol were in place.

    Looking to his left he eyed the tool pale yellow tool box on the floor and his robe and tauntaun hide cloak that still lay on the bed. Grabbing the robe he stood up and put it on. Its brown fabric was a little on the stiff side from not being worn for who knows how long. No matter though, it would be broken-in soon enough. Next Mahtan retrieved the white and dashed brown tauntaun hide cloak and slung it over his left shoulder. Bending down he picked up the tool box and headed out for the main galley.

    Up top some of the on-board jedi were already there, some weren't. Setting down the tool box next to a chair he sat down and waited for instructions.
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    It was as he slowly made his way from the cargo hold to the main room, careful calculated step after careful calculated step, that Cawlen, even in all his wisdom, realized that he had not at all prepared himself for this journey. It was Gavriel’s reminder over com that had reminded Cawlen, and he suddenly found himself wishing someone had explained the mission a bit more carefully to him before rushing him off to the hanger. However, Cawlen was accepting of the fact that mistakes were made and that no one could be truly blamed for them. The knight was fortunate enough to have worn his robes over his tunic, knowing that the long sleeves and the heavy hood would keep him warm enough to reach their destination. He thanked the force for the guidance, which made him decide to bring the cloak.

    Once more, people were rushing past the patient Jedi. Those who had left the cargo room well after he did were passing him now, but Cawlen did not hasten his steps. He would arrive in the main room exactly when he needed to, and no later.

    When Cawlen eventually did arrive, it seemed most of the persons on board the ship had gathered already. Smiling at the assembled persons, Cawlen glanced around the room, his head turning from one end of the room to the other very slowly until they came to rest on Keyan. It was obvious now to Cawlen why he had been sent on the mission at the last minute. It was no discredit to the young Keyan of course, but it was seeing the face of a student he recognized that made Cawlen realize just how many students were on this mission, and just how few knights were among them.

    Unabridged focus will be needed to keep all of these students safe.

    Cawlen nodded to Keyan, a gentle smile on his face.

    I should not have to worry about that one; he knows how to protect himself. I only hope he is not too eager to use his skills.

    Cawlen stood erect near the center of the room. His posture perfectly strait, Cawlen made no attempt to blend into the crowd, as it seemed many others did. A few students cast uneasy glances at the prominent Jedi, while those who recognized him bowed their heads politely. Smiling at the proper courtesy of those people, Cawlen returned the gesture, bowing graciously with his hands folded against each other. Once he had bowed, Cawlen stood strait again, hands clasped together silently before his vigilant form.

    If any other man had been in charge of the mission, Cawlen might have been worried about the mission’s success. However, Cawlen knew full well of Gavriel’s accomplishments, and was glad to have such a reputable Jedi to work beside.

    As he was scanning the room, Cawlen noticed a young student walk past him, dressed in a wampa belt jacket. The jacket is what initially caught Cawlen’s attention, wampas being from his home planet. However, upon closer investigation the wise Jedi realized that he had never met this student before. He looked capable enough physically, and certainly seemed well prepared. Despite that, the observant Cawlen could not help but chuckle at the fact that this unfamiliar face was carrying a pair of lightsabers; a style that had become rather popular these days.

    “Good day to you.” Cawlen spoke smoothly to the young apprentice.

    The Jedi slid his arms from their sleeves and folded them together, bowing politely.

    “I am Jedi Knight Cawlen Raghnall, may I ask your name young one? I do not believe I have met you before.” He always spoke with that same even tone that would make one very familiar with him, and still. Despite how evenly he spoke, the smooth flowing tempo of his speech displayed any emotions in their own way.

    Cawlen stood in silence, eyes trained calmly on Gabriel as he smiled, awaiting a reply.

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    Kali's Escape

    "...Good, good. Now one last question." Talbot leaned forward and stroked the side of her cheek with one finger. Kali wanted to punch him in the face. She shuddered at his touch. "Tell me where you family lives... I want to pay them a very special visit... and kill them all." Talbot smiled again and this time it was the smile of a predator.

    Kali gaped. A flurry of emotions went through her head and over her face. "My... my family... they live...live on Corellia!" She yelled, then spit in his face. The words tore out of her lips, even as she struggled to hold them back. She sobbed, trying to kick, punch, lash out at him and her anger at him for making her betray the ones she loved. She could see each of their faces now, and saw their mouths open, screaming in agony as Talbot murdered them one by one....

    Talbot wiped the spit from his face. "Corellia is such a big place to look. What city? What building? I don't want to waste my time hunting them down. I just want to see the look in their eyes when I tell them that it was you that betrayed and killed them." Kali shuddered, then turned away. In a low voice, she named the city, and the name of her father's building. She just started sobbing after that, taking in fast gasps of air inbetween.

    Talbot patted the top of her head and she wanted to break his arm for it. Even struggled against her restraints slightly. "Good girl, good girl. Your parents will be very pleased when I tell them all about you. Now if you will exuse me it's time for me to go deal with your little jedi friends...."


    "No...No!! Gav!!" Kali called out, then sat straight up in bed as the nightmare faded. Tears streaked down her pale face, and she had to fight for a moment to breathe normally again, remembering where she was and what was going on. She wasn't on the ship anymore, she was in the bed she and Gavriel shared, back on Yavin IV. The sheets and light blanket were tangled around her lower half, and she had pushed most of the pillows off. Her curls were in a disarray as she pushed a hand back through them, heaving a sigh. It was all a nightmare... just a dream. Screech tootled his concern for her from where he was rolling across the floor, towards her. "I-I'm fine, Screech." She managed to croak out. Wiping her tears away quickly, she fought free of the covers on the bed and moved over towards the windows. Space. She needed space and fresh air right now. Kali tugged back the curtains she and Gav had hung just a few weeks ago, letting in the evening sun. She then slapped the button on the side, and with a small hiss of pressure, the window split about waist high and slid open. She breathed in the fresh, clean air, closing her eyes. It was just a dream...

    Earlier that day, she and Kasan had returned from their trek and swim, and pretty exhausted, Kali had laid down for a short nap before dinner. The dream had awoken her. Pressing her lips into a thin line, Kali made a decision. She couldn't stay here. She had betrayed everyone she loved and until she made amends with that, it was going to eat away at her inside. She spun around, fast enough that her curls fanned out around her, and made for her closet. "Screech, pack your bags. We're leaving..."

    Half an hour later, Kali walked into the hanger bay, with Screech trailing behind her. She was dressed in her dark blue flight suit, with the shorts and black tank top underneath. Her black boots clicked purposefully across the duracrete floor. Her tell-tale red curls were plaited back and pinned into a bun at the back of her head, tucked away. She had her small gear bag in one hand, and flight helmet in the other. Her nostrils flared slightly as she took in the sounds and smells of the hanger bay. It brought back the rush of memories and emotions...mostly comforting ones. Its where she was home. Dropping her bag by the unmodified X-Wing she and Gavriel had hanging around, and moved over to where the Outsider was hanging nearby. She ran her hand lovingly over the nose of the ship, sighing softly. She had busted the front landing pad off, so a series of ropes and pulley's held it up off of the ground at about eye level. Besides the landing gear, there was also a multitude of other things wrong with the ship because of her. "Sorry girl..."

    "You're going, aren't you?" Kasan's voice rang out through the hangar bay. She'd seen Kali walk by earlier, and figured by the way she'd been dressed, that she was leaving.

    Kali turned around at the sound of Kasan's voice. She nodded, stepping away from the Outsider and moving towards her, helmet still in hand. "I have to... I can't just stay here and do nothing." She looked away, over at the other ships lining the hanger bay. Anywhere to keep from revealing the turmoil in her heart, that was undoubtedly showing in her eyes. "Well... I tried to tell you things would be fine, but... If you really need to go to keep yourself sane, by all means, go... The universe doesn't need an insane Jedi on the loose." That earned Kasan a grin from her. "That's for sure..." After a moment, she looked up at the woman who had become one of her closest friends over the past few days. "You'll tell Gav for me?"

    Kasan nodded, "I will. If he comes back before you do." Kali nodded, and after a moment, stepped forward and gave Kasan a hug. "Thank you. I'll send a message back here when I land, letting you guys know I'm alright." Kasan nodded and smiled, "You better..." She sighed a bit, "I best not keep you... That, and Kyle has this tendency to get a little paranoid if I'm gone for to long..." Kali drew back from the hug and nodded, smiling softly. "At least you know he cares. Take good care of him and yourself while I'm gone, Kasan." She said, moving with her towards the X-wing. Screech was already positioned in his socket behind the cockpit, and had the engines coming online. Kali climbed up the ladder on the side of the craft and stepped into the cockpit. A flight tech took the ladder away and gave Kali the go-ahead signal.

    She gave Kasan one more wave before settling the helmet on top of her head and bringing the ship's systems online. Kasan stepped back some and watched the X-Wing for a few moments. The cockpit cover closed around Kali, and she took a deep breath. Slow and easy... She was going to be fine. Except for maybe the fact that she could barely reach the foot rudder pedals in this craft. But she just had to scooch forward slightly for the time being. She powered the repulsor lifts up and lifted the craft off the hanging bay floor. Walking back a little more, Kasan stood out of the way of the repulsor lift streams and smiled a little as she watched the craft start to lift off. Turning the nose around, Kali headed out into Yavin IV's atmosphere and away from the planet.

    "Set a course for Corellia, Screech...."
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