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    Be what it may that it be DrunkNIrishMan's Avatar
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    Not too far removed from the verdant jungle planet of Yavin IV, a point in spaced flared briefly, and a ship hurtled from hyperspace. It was matte black, and those relying of visual sensors might mistake the paint job as a group of X-Wings. Because that is what indeed was painted on either side of the craft. But further inspection would reveal the ship to be a frigate, studded with turbolasers and a small hanger bay. ID Transponders identified it as the Far Runner, and an Imperial Customs Frigate. That fact would send a chill up the spine of anyone who fought the Empire. Such craft were often occompanied by Star Destroyers, and the stormtrooper search parties were known to make up accusations and slaughter the crew of any craft they boarded.

    Not that the pilot of this craft was Imperial, or the ship filled with stormtroopers. In fact, the pilot couldn't be any less Imperial-minded. He was filled with hatred of Imps, and wouldn't trust one a moment. And the crew was droids, only able to fire the turbolasers and navigate. At the moment, one informed the pilot, a prospective Jedi named Keyan Doranth, that a communication was incoming from the Jedi Academy on Yavin IV. The blond haired youth flipped on the communications screen and stared into it.

    "This is Keyan Doranth, captain of the Far Runner, wishing to land at the Academy. I'm here to see if Master Skywalker will accept me. Transmitting data now."

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    '5:00, meeting, main assembly chamber. Please don't let me be late like last time.'
    Waling the academy hallways as if he were lookign for purpose, Gabriel was looking at a datapad woth a message his parents recently sent him, he was reading it whlit avoiding knockign into one of the students

    'Dear gabriel,

    Our most recent excursion to Onderon apparently came up with little results. any Sith activity tat took place here was over 4000 years ago. We're moving onto the next planet to see if we can fine more results. Hope your training is going off without a hitch. Your father found something in the archive you may find, something about 'Echani combat training'.
    Seeing as you were a good hand with unarmed combat, I thought I should pass this on to you to see what you could make of it & see if you could study it further

    We hope to see you again soon,

    Dearest love: Amanda.'

    'Echani combat training... mabey there's something I could look at if I could find an archive terminal.'
    Gabriel then started to quicken his pace to a fast stride as he looked for the nearest archive terminal linked to the New republic database.

    The Archive was Gabriel's best bet to find what he was looking for, it kept a copy of the New Republic archive on hand for whatever purpose, wether it be for study or research.
    The arcive itself would have been a marvel of the academy if only more data could have been restored or restored, which was happenening, despite the size, the arcive was slowly growing in it's stores of knowledge. The Arcive at the current time had only a few shelves of Datapads lining the walls with data terminals between then, students were sitting as some of the desks, studying information they thought useful or needed to know.
    As Gabriel walked in he looked around for the 'E' section of the archive, upon arrivig nat that section, he started walkign along the shelve, murmering to himself,
    "E-C... E-C. E-C. E-C... ahh, here we are. E-C. Now waht di fatehr say say it was." looking back at the Datapad with his parent's message, he looked up what he should search,
    "'Echani'. Shouldn't be that hard to find... that is if the Republic hae abythign on it." Gabriel then started searching the section for what he was looking for, hoping it was there when he found it.

    running his finger along the datapads already on the shelf, Gabriel stopped at one that he was looking for, pulling it from the shelve, he checked it was the right Datapad,
    "Echani Combat. This is it."

    Gabriel the nreturned from the Shelves & walked over to the nearest terminal desk. sittiing down at the desk, Gabriel too the Datapad & placed it in the reader, the screen then displayed a list of options Gabriel could pick: History, Stances, Moves & Basic tactics.
    "Hmm... I think I'd better read up on the history to see when it originated."
    Gabriel then selected history, the screen then started to fill with text . as the screen filled, Gabriel followed as he read every paragraph, every sentance, every line until he grasped a basic understanding.

    Next he looked at the various Echani base stances, most of them being Holographic attachments, upon viewing them all, Gabriel assimilated the knowledge, then started looking at the moves used, again, ther were mostly holographic attachments with some text & again Gabriel understood. Tactics were the lasts on the agendan, fewer attachments & more text came with this part, but regardless, Gabriel viewed & read the information on the datapad.

    After a lengthy session of study, Gabriel was amazed at the cobat style, mostly with the moves that were present, for most of the armed attacks were consistant with Jedi Katas training.
    "Hmm... I've always wanted to incorperate a mixture of my Jedi Training with ways from the old Republic... Echani is the closest comparison I can get with modern day Jedi Melee techniques with physical armaments."

    However, whilst he was lost in the knowledge, he looked up at the cronometer slowly, looked away then snapped his view back to the device,
    "Oh no. No! It's almost 5. I'm gonna be late, again."
    Hurrying off fro, the archive, Gabriel made his way, as fast as his legs would carry him to the assembly hall back in the main temple.

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    Renn Torvec and Ganner Rhysode were on a mission together on Iridonia, the harsh homeplanet of the Zabrak people. The heat from the planet was intense and Renn's longish brown hair was plastered to forehead thanks to his sweat. Their mission was to try to stop a Zabrak Warlord. The Warlord was called Talman Sovuss. According to some of the Zabrak people Sovuss was enslaving his own kind and selling them to various crime lords.

    "Come on, Ganner!" Renn shouted over his shoulder. He was way ahead of Ganner.

    "I'm coming! Show some patience, Torvec!" came the indignant reply. Both Ganner and Renn were panting.

    As they continued to walk they heard voices speaking in Zabraki and they smelled smoke. Both crept slowly and tried not to make any noises as they looked over a hill. Both pulled out their electrobinoculars and then saw Sovuss. He was a fairly tall and he possessed an imposing figure. He was lean and muscular with tan skin, red eyes, and he had red hair which was pulled into dreadlockes. Unlike most Zabraks he didn't have a facial tatoo. As they looked closer they saw one warrior drag a young child in front of Sovuss.

    "That's it I'm not taking much more of this!" Ganner activated his yellow-bladed lightsaber and sprang down the hill.

    "Ganner, no! Blast him!"

    With the snap-hiss sound of lightsabers being activated Renn's silver and gold blades were extended. He normally didn't wield two but he had the feeling he was going to need two. Running down the hill Renn got one warrior that Ganner missed with his silver bladed one right through the chest. He then stabbed backwards with the gold one and watched for Ganner who had gotten three and was now circling Sovuss, who had drawn his vibro-ax. Ganner attacked first but Sovuss deflected it with ease and then kicked Ganner in the knee, causing him to fall to the ground.

    Sovuss shook his head and muttered something in Zabraki just as he started to lift up his vibro-ax. Out of the middle of no where a silver bladed lightsaber flew through the air and rammed right into Sovuss's chest. The Zabrak warlord looked shocked and just made a faint gurgling noise before falling backwards. Using the Force Renn brought his lightsaber back to him and ran to Ganner's aid.

    "Are you okay?" Renn held out his hand but Ganner swatted it away irritably. "What the hell was that for?!"

    Ganner climbed to his feet and dusted himself off before shooting Renn a dirty look. "I didn't need your help! I could've taken Sovuss down on my own!"

    "Stop acting like you're so high and mighty! You needed my help!"

    "I did not need your help," Ganner snapped, jabbing a finger in Renn's chest. "And you're calling me cocky? You're not any different than I am and you know it!" Ganner turned and his heels and began to stalk away.

    "Fine! Next time you get yourself into this kind of mess I won't get involved! I'll stand back and then you can get yourself killed!" Renn shouted after Ganner.

    The entire way back to Yavin they didn't talk to eachother. Instead they both shot dirty looks at the other. Once there they both stalked down the boarding ramp, ignoring the fact that many of the Padawans were staring at them as they both were glaring at the other. Finally right before Renn gave Ganner a rude hand gesture the Corellian realized a young Twi'lek female was watching him. Renn blushed and continued to stalk for his chambers.

    "For those of you who are going to have work with Ganner I just have this to say: good luck," he said. "He is nothing but a stuck-up Master Skywalker wannabe."

    "I heard that! And the same could be said for Renn Torvec!"

    Renn muttered a strong Corellian curse under his breath before stalking out of the hanger for his room.

    As he was walking Renn heard a voice come of the speakers, "This is Luke Skywalker reminding all Jedi that the meeting scheduled for 5:00 Yavin Standard Time is still in effect. It will be held in the Main Audience Chamber of the Great Temple. And remember, this meeting is mandatory, especially if your name is Kyp or Gavriel. That's all."

    Renn rolled his eyes. Well there goes his plan to get some sleep. He then decided to walk towards the Great Temple, he was hoping that he wouldn't run into Ganner on the way back.
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    Stars shot past in a noiseless dance of dazzling lights, the fiery pinpoints wheeling and whirling as the X-wing shot through the field of lights. One might notice an odd flare to this particular craft immediately, it being that the glaring engines failed to glow their normal red but instead gave off a deep blue radiance. On a second glance, an onlooker would note the intricate pattern of black serpents weaving its way across the entire craft, each one devouring the tail of the one before it. The endless cycle of life.

    And thus the Ebon Serpent streaked towards the blue sphere of Yavin IV, the pilot responding to that flashing indication of an urgent message. The only thing out of place was that, well, he responded to it before it started flashing. The holotranciever buzzed to life, the visage of Luke Skywalker brought into being by the wonder of technology, words flowing forth.


    "This is Luke Skywalker reminding all Jedi that the meeting scheduled for 5:00 Yavin Standard Time is still in effect. It will be held in the Main Audience Chamber of the Great Temple. And remember, this meeting is mandatory, especially if your name is Kyp or Gavriel. That's all."

    The pilot smiled to himself as the message played itself out and faded from view, his eyes glancing up at the fast approaching moon ahead and reassuring himself that soon he would be flying over it’s lush canopies again, a thoroughly relaxing occasion that the Jedi Knight often looked forward to on his return trips.

    As the blue orb grew, the form of another ship of far greater girth launched itself from hyperspace not too far off, a frigate of imperial make but wrapped all in black. Nevertheless it was a strange sight, an imperial ship in this region of space. That is of course, unless you count those few TIE’s piloted by Jedi. However it was blatant that the craft meant no harm, something easy to determine without the use of the force. Once must simply determine not whether or not one is being shot at.

    The Jedi eased his intricately decorated craft closer to the frigate, performing a few rolls and darting around the larger craft for a short time, before pressing a very unique button. He had modified his beloved Ebon Serpent to his tastes long ago, and this was one of the features added. Outside, in the cold of space the radiant blue of those engines pulsed with a new light, the sudden burst of propulsion turning the craft into a far off dot.

    The X-wing plunged through the atmosphere, cutting it like a knife and soaring over a blurred field of jungle trees. The effects of its boost wore off and the vast green carpet below began to show its more detailed features. If only the Jedi could hear more of the undergrowth’s sounds from here. The temple reared up and the craft slowed further, it’s pilot manoeuvring it to land within the main hanger. The cockpit hissed open and the form of Aaron Valtioc emerged, lowering himself from the X-wing and removing his helmet to reveal a head of black hair, his legs beginning to carry him on a leisurely walk towards the Audience Chamber…


    ~

    Coruscant…

    The huge hanger bay hummed with activity. Droids and creatures of flesh and blood alike busied themselves with the ships that sat dormant, producing a buzz that shuddered through the vast room like a contagious disease. Crafts of all sizes and shapes hung lifelessly about the bay, their pilots either enjoying the pleasures of the cityscape planet or watching over their ships. After all, this is a city, and in cities there are many who make a living from attainting what is not theirs.

    Two such people lounged on a single metallic bench designed to cater for the watchful pilot, the pair sharing a sweet dessert as many a couple might. There sat a human man who’s build told wrong of his age, for he had always looked young, only appearing to be nineteen or maybe even twenty. He was fair in looks and almost roguish, hair black and long, and his body was built to a certain extent, lacking any of the fat associated with the dessert he was currently sampling. A simple grey garb adorned him, and over the top of this sat a long jacket of black. The beautiful Twi’Lek currently laying against his chest and smiling up at him with golden eyes however was clad in far more revealing garb, as things often were with her species, baring an awful lot of blue flesh to the eye and leaving hardly anything to the imagination.

    The last remnants of that savoury dish disappeared and it’s container was plucked away from the Twi’Lek’s grasp. No, not by a hand, but by the force. The thing hovered for a moment before being transferred to a small table and dropped rather unceremoniously. For you see, Andrius “Darkshine” has always been at one with the force, gifted with a powerful bond to it from birth. At a tender age in his youth and without training he could lift his father’s small craft with little to no effort. Why he no longer lifted the weight of crafts for his father’s work was a subject best not brought up, something that would forever cast a shadow over his life. But, now he was here, the love of his life in his arms and the world in his back pocket.

    He planted a kiss upon Sariss’ forehead, the Twi’Lek’s smile widening.


    “Sorry hun, but that’s gonna have to wait. Our ride his here”.

    Andrius looked up hastily, noting the cargo ship that had landed while his concentration had been stolen by another sight. Feeling the light weight of Sariss shift and leave him as she stood, the gifted one followed with a smirk on his face.

    “Well, lets get to work then”.

    The girl giggled as they advanced on the ship’s opening hatch and readied themselves. The craft was within a convoy of three, and according to some rather reliable sources was a fast prize, as well as being vulnerable. The crew filed out to make the most of this rare stop, and without warning were flung in all directions by an invisible force. A flurry of commotion broke out as numerous fellows scattered, no doubt there would be an armed division soon here to take captive the daring duo.

    Dropping into a run, Sariss produced a pair of blaster pistols from somewhere on her person, speeding into the craft as Andrius turned to watch over the outside. This is how it always happened; he watched for company while she started everything up. Unfortunately for him something out of the ordinary was going to happen today.

    The scream rang forth, echoing from within that cruel cargo craft that Andrius remembered so well. The next few moments were a blur, a silent play as he ran into the bowels of the ship. His run ended with a jolt, his eyes widening in horror and sorrow. There she lay, perfect as she had been in sleep, save for the smouldering piercing that had been wrought upon her chest. Her eyes were closed, and no breath came forth.

    Tears streaked the hijacker’s cheeks as his gaze shifted upwards, away from the terrible sight. It traced over the cloaked and hooded form of another that stood above her, seeing with eyes full of woe the flashing orange of the lightsaber in the Jedi’s grasp. And the rage boiled to the surface. Something shattered, and something clicked. He had lost everything, again.


    Again
    Again
    Again
    Again
    Again

    Something emerged from within that jacket, an object that rested within Andrius’ hand and then flared red, a blade of energy tearing forth from the previously empty, lifeless hilt of an ancient weapon. What can be seen of that Jedi’s face consorted first into a mask of puzzlement, and then distant fear.

    Andrius advanced slowly, and then brought the flashing crimson edge down. The battle lasted mere moments. Never had Andrius been tutored in the ways of the weapon, and yet since stealing it from Korriban the force wielder’s skill with it had been awe-inspiring, a type of mastery not seen for many years. The blades flashed and clashed, sparks flying as anger fumed and roared. And with a blurred motion, the pommel of Andrius’ weapon cracked into the Jedi’s chest and blasted the wind from him. But that was the least of the Jedi’s problems, for a split second later the lightsaber’s second blade tore from his back as it was activated, and then withdrawn.

    The blade flashed once. The head rolled.

    The familiar sound of his lightsaber deactivating fell upon deaf ears as Andrius collapsed to his knees in a sobbing wreck, leaning over the body of his love. And he wept…
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    Somewhere around the orbit of Tatooine, a little orbital dogfight was taking place. The battle line up was seemingly lop-sided. An XJ-Class X-Wing and an E-Wing up against 10 other starfighters and a heavily modified and armed luxury yacht. A more precise breakdown would show 4 modified A-Wings, 2 old model X-Wings, 2 modified Z-95 Headhunters and 2 modified TIE Fighters. However, what one side lacked in numbers, they made up for it in their generally superior quality of their fighters. The pilots too, were far superior pilots than most of these pirates. Both of the pilots were Force-sensitive. On top of that, one of them was even a Jedi Knight.

    "Oh, boy-oh-boy. Just how many enemies did you make in your pirate life, Kat?" asked one of the pilots.

    "Not much, but Cleo's Raiders used to make other pirate gangs jealous." the other pilot replied.

    "Yeah, the old rivalries....." the first pilot mumbled.

    Flying the XJ-Class X-Wing painted in light charcoal gray with blue stripes was Jedi Knight Kyle Landoran, a seasoned veteran of Rogue Squadron who also served with great distinction as leader (and founder) of Tack Squadron. Now, as a modified TIE Fighter came up behind him, Kyle smirked as he flipped his X-Wing - named Starlight Wizard - upside down and pulled his stick back, hard. This resulted in his X-Wing going downwards and disappeared from the view of the pirate flying his modified TIE Fighter. Once he got far enough, Kyle pulled up and did a sharp roll so that his X-Wing was flying normally and now swooping down towards the unaware TIE-flying pirate as he opened fire with his laser cannons. The TIE Fighter didn't go down right away, indicating that it was modified with shields. No matter, Kyle would soon take him down anyway. The pirate did his best to shake Kyle by braking and pulling up so that he would force the XJ X-Wing to overshoot. Not going to happen with a Jedi Knight.

    "You ain't going nowhere." Kyle said determinedly.

    Kyle used the Force to slow down time while he braked Starlight Wizard and fired shots at his target. Slowly, Kyle got more shots it and could feel the pirate's distress as he realized that his TIE's shields went down. With a slight smirk, Kyle fired a few shots and blew the TIE to smithereens. One down, ten more to go. With his combined combat experience, skills in flying and the Force, Kyle was a deadly combat pilot. It showed as he smoothly dodged a few lasers shot from a Z-95 Headhunter flew by a pirate who didn't know better. Kyle's wingmate was his twin sister Katrina, who was formerly known as Cleo Essa, the much-feared Force-sensitive pirate who led Cleo's Raiders into great infamy until the Imperial Remnant and Boba Fett had decimated them. She may not had much combat experience compared with her brother, but she was naturally talented as a pilot like Kyle was. Not to mention that she was Force-sensitive too. Now, after taking down an A-Wing, Katrina's E-Wing suddenly swooped down upon the one chasing Kyle's Starlight Wizard. Deciding to let his sister have some fun, Kyle simply banked hard to the right to disappear from the sights of the pirate behind him while Katrina dealt with the pirate.

    "I got you now, loser." she taunted.

    Katrina slowed down her E-Wing so that she could get more of a bead on her target while she poured in laser blasts against the Z-95 Headhunter in her sights. The pirate tried to dive down to evade the E-Wing, at first it seemed that he had succeed. Or so he thought. Katrina caught on to that and pulled one of her most famous maneuvers, the "Figure Eight". She executed it by snapping her E-Wing to the right and rolled her craft as she swung to the right to get back on the tail of the Z-95 Headhunter which was her target. Katrina continued her path and blazed away with her laser cannons. This finished off the target, but Katrina would finish flying the "8" pattern to prevent anyone else from getting on her tail. By luck, she caught an A-Wing attacking her head on while she was executing the "Figure Eight". She juked to avoid the oncoming shots while firing her own shots against the A-Wing. Katrina took a few hits, as her astromech droid beeped to warn her. Both craft overshot each other.

    "That was a nice move, Kat. Learned it yourself?" Kyle asked.

    Before waiting on her response, Kyle caught that A-Wing as it darted towards his right. His response was to pull up until he made a U-turn which ended with the Starlight Wizard flying upside down. He fixed that by sharply rolling the XJ X-Wing so that it was flying normally again. Kyle caught up with the A-Wing just as it banked to the left. Kyle didn't follow the A-Wing, but instead kept going right to lower the pirate to a false sense of security. This was when the Starlight Wizard took a sudden roll and swung right to the left, then fired away with laser cannons. More shots had gotten in than normally would, thanks to the modifications made to the laser cannons of Kyle's X-Wing. The pirate was caught by complete surprise and was taken down immediately.

    "Yeah, I did. It was the move that made Cleo's Raiders infamous. You got some slick moves yourself, being a Rogue Squadron pilot and all." Katrina replied.

    Kyle simply smiled at that comment. He and Katrina then got together and scissored each other in a tag-team maneuver while they fired at the pirates. Both of them took some hits in the process, particularly by the heavily armed luxury yacht among the pirates. Between them, the Landoran Twins had downed four more enemy starfighters. The pirates were stunned, they couldn't believe they were being decimated by just two pilots. Now the gang had only 5 ships remaining. And that was when they fled into hyperspace in fear.

    "That was fun, wasn't it, Kyle?" Katrina commented.

    "Yeah, but we still have to find Kasan. Not to mention that Eclipse-class Super Star Destroyer." Kyle replied in a more serious tone.

    It had been a week since Kyle had warned Luke and the rest of Jedi Academy about the Eclipse-class Super Star Destroyer. It had also been a week since he and Katrina had set off from Chandrila to search for it as well as Kasan who Kyle was sure to be imprisoned inside. Kasan was the love of his life, and he would do what it takes to find her. He knew she was still alive after the Imperial ambush at Kegan, and Kyle now fought to get her back to him. But so far, his search came up with nothing. The Landoran Twins got down to Tatooine to resupply themselves, not knowing that some of the enemies Katrina had made when she was still Cleo Essa was spying on them. That explained the dogfight which had just ended moments ago, as the jealous rivals of the now-disbanded Cleo's Raiders attacked who they thought to be Cleo. They never expected to run into a Jedi Knight as well. Kyle let out a sigh, and that was when he saw something on his console lit up, indicating a priority message. Kyle pushed the button of his holotransciever, and a holo image of Luke Skywalker emerged.

    "This is Luke Skywalker reminding all Jedi that the meeting scheduled for 5:00 Yavin Standard Time is still in effect. It will be held in the Main Audience Chamber of the Great Temple. And remember, this meeting is mandatory, especially if your name is Kyp or Gavriel. That's all."

    Kyle remained still in the cockpit of his X-Wing, leaning back as he thought about it. He decided that he should head back to Yavin IV. As much as he was determined to not give up on Kasan, searching like the way he had wasn't doing much good either. He would had to rest and think. The Jedi Academy was the best place for that. He would bring Katrina along as well, to train her just a bit. After making up his mind, Kyle opened his his com-link to Katrina.

    "Katrina, I'd just gotten a message from Master Skywalker to head back to the Jedi Academy on Yavin IV. Care to come with me?" Kyle asked.

    "Like I have any other choice, Kyle. The last thing I'd want to be is alone when Boba Fett comes back for me. I mean, Rosk is already gone." Katrina replied.

    "Good, then maybe I'd introduce you to all the Jedi, especially Skywalker. He would be interested in letting me train you, I'm sure of that. Be warned though, Kyp Durron is back at the Academy, and he would flip when he sees you." Kyle said.

    Katrina only chuckled at the thought of Kyp Durron flipping out when he sees her since he recognized her only as Cleo Essa. Kyle too, was on the verge of laughing at that same thought. He would owe Kyp a whole lot of explaining, of course. The Landoran Twins then set their coordinates to Yavin IV and entered hyperspace. Some time later, Starlight Wizard and Katrina's E-Wing exited hyperspace to be right over Yavin IV. As Kyle and Katrina approached, he contacted Yavin Control.

    "Yavin Control, this is Kyle Landoran of the Starlight Wizard. Requesting clearance for me and the E-Wing accompanying me. She's interested in training. Over." Kyle said.

    "Starlight Wizard, you're clear to enter with the E-Wing. Over." Yavin Control replied.

    "Alright, Kat. Welcome to the Jedi Academy." Kyle simply said.

    Soon enough, the Landoran Twins landed back at the docking bay in the Academy. Soon enough, Kyle would introduce Katrina to Luke. But first, they both needed a shower.
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    Dearest Mother

    Thank you for the last packages you sent, the crushed redberry essence reminds me of home and the thermal sheet is comfortable for the long nights here on Yavin IV. I thank you also for the silken robes you sent me but I fear that I cannot wear them, as a Jedi....Padawan, such a colourful and expensive outfit is not fit for me, we wear simple robes to advertise ourselves as humble servants of the force...remember mum I told you about it in my last letter, it's the power that allows to move objects with my mind.

    Yeah mum, I miss you too and dad and Scott and Dave but this is all for the best. Perhaps with my training I can learn to find myself and the powers that lie within me.

    Your son
    Daniel


    The letter was written on papyrus paper, a Roslo tradition, it is considered that hand written letters are much more open and honest than holographic messages. Daniel thought different and he couldn't believe he mentioned his two pet goldfish.

    Sulkingly he returned the letter to the messanger who had been standing next to him, he was all ready with the silken robe and thermal blanket, like Hope would be caught dead with those, the others would never let him live it down.

    The messanger, who stood to attention with the items in hand was one of the members of the House's private army, he looked more like a member of the Country Club Daniel remembered from his youth.

    "You may go now"

    The man in the Golden uniform nodded and went back to his ship on the near by space port, Daniel slumped back into bed.

    Didn't get much sleep the night before, he was too nervous, for today is the day he will forge his own Lightsaber and train with it rather than those lent to him by the Acedemy, it was another step forward on the road to Jedi knighthood and perhaps then he might be able to prove himself.

    The orange Adgerian crystals he mined for with his hands on Llum, were prepared and the saber grip he had been crafting for the last weeks was also prepared. His body and mind was also ready, rigorous fasting and medidation made him cleansed and ready to bring it all together.

    The crystals

    The saber

    The Jedi


    "This is Luke Skywalker reminding all Jedi that the meeting scheduled for 5:00 Yavin Standard Time is still in effect. It will be held in the Main Audience Chamber of the Great Temple. And remember, this meeting is mandatory, especially if your name is Kyp or Gavriel. That's all."

    The familiar voice of Luke Skywalker came over the intercom, diligently Daniel stopped his daydreaming and followed the voice's command, out of his bunk, into the hall draped in his ceremeniol brown robe, then into the main audience chamber. All the way there he repeated the Mantra under his tounge.

    The crystals

    The saber

    The Jedi

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    Hutt space was often a dangerous place to go but for those who liked to live on the wild side it was perfect. The scum of the galaxy came here some came to gamble their life on the illegal Spice trade and others to collect bounties. But there was always a few who were trapped here escaped slaves business men who had duped the wrong people. These were Zarx’s people, people who would pay any price to leave and Zarx was an expert at getting people away.

    Zarx stood outside the small Cantina his reptilian eyes searching for his contact. He was nervous, who wouldn’t be? He was helping one of the most hunted man escape and he was meeting him somewhere so public. He pulled in his thoughts and concentrated on the job. He felt a tiny pressure on his back and smiled slightly and falsely
    “Really Kendran is that really necessary”
    “Don’t say my name out loud” hissed the human his eyes blue darting around. Pathetic. “Look there’s going to be another passenger”
    “What!” Zarx almost yelled before stifling it and said more coolly “we agreed on just you it will cost extra for the other passenger”
    The man frowned and thrust a bag full of credits “Should this cover it?” Zarx looked in and concentrated his lips moving now and again as he did the workings then nodded “It covers it” he paused “Barely” that was a lie it actually was three times the amount it usually was but who was going to tell him that.
    “Who’s the passenger your wife perchance” Zarx said with a knowing smile which he had adopted to keep the passenger at ease but the reaction he got startled him
    “You stay out of it Falleen filth” Zarx was about to retort when he suddenly Blaster fire erupted from the open door of the cantina Zarx hit the floor and pulled out a Blaster pistol and squeezed the trigger
    “I think it’s time to go” he hissed to Kendran who looked up his eyes darting around “Oh for the love of… Come on” hiss Zarx picking him up and running with him with one arm still firing and ran for the dock.
    “Wait. Wait” shouted Kendran over the Blaster fire
    “What?”
    “We have to get Salien” Kendran
    “Who in the Emperors black names is Salien?”
    “She the other passenger you agreed to take”
    Zarx cursed and looked around the corner then flattened himself against the wall as the bounty hunters opened fire.
    “Alright” he said Kendran “You go off and find your friend and I’ll go and get my ship meet me there in two hours” Kendran nodded and ran off leaving Zarx on his own. Zarx pulled out thermal detonator thumbed it on and threw it down the street then bolted in the other direction.

    Zarx stood outside the dock his yellow eyes turning this way and that until he finally spotted Kendran and Salien running towards him. Zarx blinked and waved to catch attention they still kept on running Zarx frowned and his eyes widened as a patrol of what looked like stormtroopers came around the corner.
    “Get her started up” yelled Kendran as he neared Zarx. Zarx took one look at the stormtroopers and ran into the bay and up the steps of the heavily disguised Manta Kendran in right on his heels. Zarx slammed the hatch closed and ran to the cockpit and powered up the engines. The commlink came to life
    “Endenson” that was the Manta’s false name “Endenson power down your engines you do not have clearance to leave”
    Zarx looked impassively at the commlink then switched it off and began pre-launch checks then brought the ship into the air turned and found himself looking at an Imperial Dreadnought. The Commlink pinged and Zarx, without taking his eyes off the view port and opened a channel
    “Yes”
    “This is Captain Harmon of Imperial Dreadnought Nabal stand down and prepare to be boarded”
    “This is Zarx owner and pilot of the Endenson may I ask why we are being boarded”
    “You have been accused of treason and having Jedi sympathies”
    Zarx stared at the commlink for a second then came to a decision “Captain Harmon I do not repeat do not have any Jedi on board”
    “Never the less Endenson you will be boarded Captain Harmon out” and the commlink went dead. Zarx gave reptilian hiss of frustration and brought the ship into a dive towards the surface and turned around looking into the lounge
    “You better buckle up in their this is going to get rough” and so saying shed the disguise revealing Mantas true shape. The Manta was an experimental space yacht which Zarx had bough ton his home world Falleen. The ship looked like a ball with a curved with a curved vertical wing on one end. Zarx switched the anti fighter turrets on automatic as his sensors detected five Ties coming in. Zarx offered a prayer to anything just let him get out of this alive

    Ooc: As you can tell Zarx hasn’t come to academy but I’ll get round to it don’t you worry.

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    Name: Orun Traego

    Age: 27

    Species: Twi'lek

    Lightsaber Technique: Single Lightsaber

    Lightsaber Color: Green

    Starcraft: None

    Appearance: Orun is a reddish-brown skinned Twi'leki male that stands just over two meters tall with a thin athletic build, slender facial features and long graceful lekku that he wears draped over his shoulders. His lack of exposure to the outside environment while growing up has made his eyes sensitive to daylight and he wears special goggles to shield them. He prefers to wear loose fitting robes and tunics colored in dark earthy tones. His lekku are decorated with ornate symbol tattoos that represent the religious order of the Cult of Krikk'tal, a Twi'leki order dedicated to the Force and who once worshipped the Jedi Knights of the Old Republic.

    Background: Orun Traego was born under the harsh sun of a typical Ryloth morning during the annual Mother Goddess Festival of Jornn. His mother Loyka, a high priestess of Krikk'tal, and his father Udan, a priest of Krikk'tal, decreed that their only son would be brought up under the cult's strict sect and, if he was Force-sensitive, would rise high in the ranks of the Cult and eventually become its leader.

    The Cult of Krikk'tal was once a thriving religious order who worshipped the Jedi Knights as gods and saw the Force as a magical power to be feared and respected. During the days of the Old Republic, Orun's great grandfather, a regal man named Idak, worked as a civilian records keeper for the Jedi Temple and came to see the Jedi as powerful men and women with esteemed convictions and high moral caliber. Although none of his ancestors were Force-sensitive, he always prayed that one day one of his descendants would become a revered Jedi.

    As the Empire grew in power and Jedi were all but exterminated, Idak witnessed first hand how the Jedi were betrayed and murdered under Palpatine's cruel decrees. During one such battle on Coruscant, Idak watched helplessly as a group of three Jedi Knights were killed by clone troopers while the Jedi tried to protect a group of innocent children. Idak, an old man, could do nothing to help but once the smoke cleared, he was able to retrieve one of the fallen Jedi's lightsabers and he kept it as a momento of a tragic day.

    That same lightsaber was passed down for generations of Idak's family and was to be given only to a child who displayed special Force powers. Orun was one such child. As a young boy, he was gifted with powers of speech beyond his years and had a special ability to calm the angry and comfort the weak. Orun took an interest in the medical arts and frequently worked in the underground temples healing wounded miners and laborers with so much as a bare hand and a word.

    Orun's parents knew he had the Force powers of healing and that he was destined to become someone much greater than a cult priest. He was to become a Jedi, but if the Jedi were now extinct, who was to train him? One night, Orun's uncle Hooj, a well traveled space smuggler (much to the disapproval of Orun's parents) came with great news for Orun. He had heard of a small Jedi Academy established by the great Luke Skywalker who had begun a new order of Jedi and was training youths with the Force Gift.

    At ten years of age, Orun left Ryloth and his family and journeyed with his uncle to the Jedi Academy. He carried with him the lightsaber of that long gone Jedi of old and decided to carry on the memory of that fallen warrior. Now at the age of 27, Orun is a dedicated Jedi with powers of healing and diplomacy who favors the defensive lightsaber fighting technique. He hopes to make a name for himself and to use his powers to never again let the Jedi fall.

    Personality: Orun is a quiet, sensitive man with a dry sense of humor who enjoys the company of a close circle of friends. He is creative and idealistic but tends to be stubborn and perhaps too perfectionistic. He is highly adaptable and, like most of his species, he is sly and cunning in battle. He is not an overly aggressive fighter and prefers defense and the use of smart tactics to win.


    **********

    Orun emerged from his infirmary office and stepped unto the wide balcony overlooking the dense jungles of Yavin IV. He took in deep breath of the cool humid air and felt at ease in the Force. The moon teemed with life and Orun could feel the presence of thousands of life forms going about their daily routines. Orun, a believer and practitioner of the Jedi philosophy known as the Living Force, felt connected with all life forms and knew long ago as a child that it was his duty to protect the sacredness of life.

    As a Jedi healer, Orun practiced his art on the sick and wounded, and that usually included his fellow academy mates. Jedi training was not only about bookish learning and meditation but also rigorous physical training played an integral part. It was up to Orun to heal the bumps, scrapes and burns associated with Master Luke's lessons.

    Now, Orun's sanctum of healing was empty. The sanctum, located within an ancient Massassi temple known as the Temple of the Blueleaf Cluster, is where the Twi'lek had spent the better part of the night in meditation, deep within the embrace of the living Force. He felt something coming. A major event or circumstance was about to happen. The living Force was moving like an anxious gundark who smells an impending storm brewing. Orun Traego knew his skills were about to be put to the test.

    Just moments ago, a message from Master Luke to all Jedi came through to all comm channels within the Academy. A mandatory meeting was called for this morning. What could this be about? Orun knew something was up. Something big. The living Force always knew.

    Orun retreated back inside his sanctum and checked once again that the meditation and healing beds were in order before leaving. Satisfied that his office was proper, he took his leave and made his way to the great temple to await the meeting.

    Half way to the temple, Orun paused to watch the Landoran twins and Aaron Valtioc. He knew Kyle as a capable Jedi and a loyal friend but he knew little of Aaron. Orun made a mental note to try to speak with this Jedi he didn't know very well. Orun was an introverted man by nature and rarely spoke openly about himself. It was this one flaw that Master Luke was working with him on.

    "You fellow Jedi are your friends," Luke had said. "You are all one with the Force and one should not close himself off from the others. They embody the Living Force just as much as the trees and wildlife of this planet surrounding you. Open your mind to them. They are not your enemies."

    Orun thought about Master Luke's words and took them to heart. Today he would make that leap. He would be more open to the others and not so distant. Somehow, Orun knew that his life would depend on it...

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    "This is Luke Skywalker reminding all Jedi that the meeting scheduled for 5:00 Yavin Standard Time is still in effect. It will be held in the Main Audience Chamber of the Great Temple. And remember, this meeting is mandatory, especially if your name is Kyp or Gavriel. That's all."

    after seeing the message he turned it off and looked at his timepiece "well ive got enough time" then he starts to finish his meal, when he finishes he looks at his watch again "hmm i didnt realize i ate that slow" got up and slowly started walking for the main audience chamber seeing some students rushing past him he calls out "its only 4:55 we have enough time to walk there" he silently walks the rest of the way and gets there at 4:58 with a few minutes to spare he walks in "im a bit early but not late, as the old saying says better late than never and better early than late." he takes a seat in the back of the room and waits for the meeting to start

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    Other than a seemingly casual flyby of a X-Wing fighter, no response was forthcoming from the jungle moon. Shrugging casually, Keyan brought the frigate in on an approach vector, indicated by the beacon broadcast by the Academy. The ship dropped into the atmosphere with a grace usually not associated with a ship of it's class. Of course, not many ships of the Far Runner's claas were so heavily modified. Years in shipyards of Coruscant, Mon Calamari and illegal modification factories on Coreillia had produced a ship nothing like the original Customs Frigate.

    Far Runner settled onto the grassy plain in front of the Jedi Academy, where numerous other starfighters were parked. Young children and adults alike milled about, all heading for the Temple in some way or another. Repulsorlifts kicked in and wind billowed around the ship. The ramp descended, and the Jedi-hopeful walked out into the humid Yavin atmosphere. He pulled off his leather flight jacket and tossed back into the ship, leaving him in a midnight blue tunic. One lightsaber hung at his belt, a family heirloom, and he planned to make another soon.

    Keyan joined the flow of students and Jedi streaming into the Temple and soon found himself in the Grand Audience Chamber. People were seated throughout, but Keyan knew not if by some custom or randomness. So he stood off to the side, away from the others, but not necessarily hidden.

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    "This is Luke Skywalker reminding all Jedi that the meeting scheduled for 5:00 Yavin Standard Time is still in effect. It will be held in the Main Audience Chamber of the Great Temple. And remember, this meeting is mandatory, especially if your name is Kyp or Gavriel. That's all."

    Everyoene heard that announcement..besides Zeke. He was outside, and even though there were speakers outside he wasn't paying attention. Zeke flicked his blue saber on. He made a few slashes at a imaginary enemy, then while doing a cartwheel in mid-air he flicked his other saber on. Spinning the first one and striking the imaginary enemy’s head, he brought his second saber down to the imaginary enemy’s side to complete the cycle. He spun his sabers in a parry, while evading the imaginary attacker. Blocking a few more imaginary saber slashes, he did a backflip in the ar. And stuck his arm out, feeling the warmth of the force in it he shot a long strip of lightning, taking out a small chunk of a tree he was aiming for.

    Summoning his sabers to his side agian, he spun in the air horizontally. Sticking his sabers out to hit some unsuspecting stormtroopers. If he did that agianst anyone above his skill level, they would quickly find an opening and strike him down. Zeke’s chest heaved as he jumped agian to strike his imaginary enemies. He imagined his every move before he did it, checking the flaw, and how he would position his other saber to parry it and then how he would make for the offensive with the other one. It didn’t always turn out like he wanted it to, but he felt satisfied with the results most of the time. He had finally become efficient with two lightsabers. Well it was jst a big brake through that he could do attacks with out hitting himself with his own lightsaber.

    Another manuever that he practiced was throwing his lightsaber with the force, then coming with an attack as the enemy fought off the in coming lightsaber. Then if that didn’t work he would lead the enemy to a position where he was behind the light saber. Then summon it while he fought the enemy, so it would strike the enemy in the back. The grassy plain of Yavin was relaxing, he laid down and relaxed as the sweat beads came back and fell to the ground. Summoning his light sabers in front of him, he made them go into a skilless battle. He rested on his back for a moment, and stood up to train agian
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    The unusual soft atmosphere of side-set cantina made for a calm environment. A jedi sat among the few and the thirsty at a table just off the bar. Leaning back slightly the jedi fingered a small drinking glass. It was empty as the man’s fingers forced the glass to rotate along its bottom rim. Across the table was another chair, empty, crooked, not pushed to the table. The jedi stared at it as it was a cheap representation of his thoughts. Out of place, unjust, in need of correction by an outside force. But the jedi had that force, the force. In him and all around him as did all in the universe. And he worried not. Soon answers would come, they always did.

    Leaving the glass to sit, Mahtan Nólatári lifted his hand and wrist in the direction of the chair. Slowly rotating his wrist and bringing his arm closer to his body the chair was straightened and pulled forward to rest in a proper position. After the chair was set Mahtan rested his arm along the table. Glancing around the small pub he sighed and began to drift into thought. But before much thinking had began it was interrupted by the light sizzling sound of his portable holonet device. Looking down he waited for the figure to pop up and the message to begin.


    "This is Luke Skywalker reminding all Jedi that the meeting scheduled for 5:00 Yavin Standard Time is still in effect. It will be held in the Main Audience Chamber of the Great Temple. And remember, this meeting is mandatory, especially if your name is Kyp or Gavriel. That's all."

    As the image of Luke Skywalker appeared to fall back into the circular device Mahtan grabbed it and placed it in his pocket. Standing, he quickly headed out. From where he was he would need all the time he had to get back to Yavin by five. As he reached the door way he stopped. Turning around he looked back to where he had been sitting. The glass still sat there but he knew the tender would pick it up later, but his chair sat there off set from the table. Mahtan mused as he called upon the force to correct before heading further out the door.

    Moving down an adjacent corridor to the cantina he had received the message at Mahtan searched the signs and footnotes on the walls till he found the one that read; Turbolift Access C Making a sharp left turn he entered the room under the said name. The area that lead to the lift was an enclosed cat-walk type access that allowed one to look out over the vast city around. It was going to be a clear night, Mahtan could tell that much from peering past the vast city-scape of his home of Bakura. He had returned for a visit that really hadn’t gone over too well. His uncle may be forced to sell his shop that Mahtan grew up in. That was only part of the story. His mother was sick and in the hospital but he knew she would recover. At least that was what the doctor had said just before Mahtan stopped for a drink at the cantina, but he believed it and felt it to be true. His mother was strong and had been ever Mahtan’s father was killed. But that was another story for another time.

    Without realizing it Mahtan had entered the turbolift to an upper docking bay. He stood there watching the lights of the turbolift shaft flash rapidly by. At the top was his ship, Black Corona, parked on the floating dock.

    Emerging topside Mahtan moved to the location of his ship. Entering a sequence of numbers on a wrist communicator the boarding ramp of the flat black V-19 Torrent starfighter dropped down below the cock-pit. It was a good ship, old and looking like the Imperial shuttles maybe but it had a sentimental value to it as well.

    Eventually reaching the pilot’s set Mahtan sat down and began to fire up the engines. Bringing up a set mapped course for Yavin IV he left it sit on the computer screen till he was at a point, off the planet, where he could use it without complications.

    After being granted clearance to leave the planet before actually leaving the dock Mahtan pressed a few buttons that assumed control of flight and pushed a control lever forward bringing the craft off the dock. As it raised in the air the two airfoils folded down with lights blinking at the tips. Pulling the craft up further and moving out above the majority of sky traffic Mahtan engaged the thrusters and headed for outer space. Once there, the course for Yavin IV would be put into play and Mahtan Nólatári would hopefully reach his destination in good time.


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    As soon as they had landed back at the docking bay in the Jedi Academy, Kyle and Katrina opened up the canopy of their starfighters and let a bit of fresher air into their bodies after being cooped up inside the cockpits while staying in space. Kyle was the first one to jump out of his starfighter, the Starlight Wizard. Now that he was out of the cockpit of his X-Wing, Kyle removed his flight helmet to reveal his short dark red hair. What he dressed in was his Jedi tunic and robe, but not his usual ones as the Jedi robe was dark green while his tunic and pants were brown. His dark blue Jedi robe was a bit burned on the left side from surviving that chase with Boba Fett back at Nar Shaddaa, and his cream tunic was among his belongings inside the luggage bay of his X-Wing.

    Katrina was the next to get down from her E-Wing. She wasn't dressed in any Jedi clothing, as this was her first time coming to the Jedi Academy. Rather, she was in her light green tank top, a pair of black shorts and a pair of boots. She had a blaster pistol carried on one side of her hip, which was a major contrast to the lightsaber hilt which hung on Kyle's waist. She had carried that blaster when she was still known as Cleo Essa. But it would only be a matter of time before she change it for a lightsaber. Already, her brother had already taught her the most basic thing in using a lightsaber. Behind the Landoran Twins were the two astromech droids of each starfighters. Kyle's R7 unit was named Jake, recognized by his green and white body, it was named after his grandfather, General Jake Landoran. Katrina's R7 unit was named Tack, after her cousin Tack who died in service of Rogue Squadron and recognizable by his dark red and white body. As usual, Kyle turned towards Jake and levitated the astromech droid down to the ground as soon as he managed to pop itself out of the astromech pocket. Katrina smiled as she saw Kyle levitating Jake, and wished she could do that for Tack, just as he managed to get out of the E-Wing's astromech pocket.

    "Don't worry, Kat. I'll teach you how to do that." Kyle said with a grin. "You better, Kyle." Katrina smirked. Both Kyle and Katrina sensed more Jedi around him. To Kyle, this was nothing more than usual, but his sister began to feel more excited as the Force in her allowed her to sense others who had the Living Force with them as well. Kyle simply waved towards Orun as he was probably on his way to the meeting, and told him telepathically that he would see him in the meeting. Kyle turned to see Katrina's excited expression at sensing other Jedi with the Force, she was feeling happy for the first time since a long time in her life. She thought she was truly happy with Rosk and the rest of Cleo's Raiders, but now she realized that her prospect of being a Jedi was the only true bliss for her, especially to be a Jedi alongside her loving brother. Kyle was glad that Katrina was able to turn away from her anger and darkness, he felt that he had saved his sister from the Dark Side. Just as Kasan and Wedge had indirectly saved himself from the Dark Side.

    Without hesistation, Kyle simply levitated Tack down from Katrina's E-Wing. Now that both astromech droids were back on the ground, Kyle and Katrina headed back to Kyle's own room in the Academy. After some walking, the Landoran Twins finally reached Kyle's room. It had been a long time since he came back here, and everything looked just like they were. He nodded with a slight grin, somewhat happy to be back here. However, the only reason Kyle remained unhappy was that Kasan was still missing out there. After cleaning himself at the refresher, Kyle dressed himself in his cream tunic, pants and a blue Jedi robe. It wasn't his favorite dark blue, but it would had to do for now. After she got her turn, Katrina was dressed in an olive tank top with a pair of pants. Kyle looked at his time piece, and it was three minutes to the meeting.

    Kyle and Katrina walked down the hallways, on the way to the Grand Audience Chamber where Luke usually hold the meetings of the Academy. Along the way, Kyle told Katrina about some his friends he had met in the Academy, including Jacen and Jaina Solo. He also spoke of how he was here just before the Battle of Yavin, preparing for the mission with the rest of Rogue Squadron. Their two astromech droids trailed behind, as always. Jaina heard Kyle talking and ran towards him, thinking that maybe he'd found Kasan Moor. She wanted to show her who she'd done with the little droid. Rounding the corner, she realized it wasn't Kasan, but Katrina... Kyle's sister. Kyle saw Jaina running towards and Katrina, obviously she had overheard him talking to Katrina. He also could sense the excitement with Jaina, as she thought that he must had found Kasan. Truth be told, Kyle wished that was the case. "Hello, Jaina. How had things been when I was gone?" Kyle asked. Jaina stopped and looked at them, disappointment streaked across her face for a moment before she said, "Everything's been ok. Mostly just practicing and meditating... You know how it is."

    Katrina decided to remain quiet for a bit while Kyle spoke with Jaina. She was happy to be with other Jedi, yet was also ashamed by the things she had done when she was still a pirate and leading Cleo's Raiders into great infamy. Kyle nodded a bit to Jaina's comment. "Yeah, I know. Kasan is still out there, and I'd been trying to find her for a week. Don't worry, I know that she's still alive, I have faith that she is waititng for me. I'm not going to give up on her." Kyle replied. Jaina nodded a little and then said, "Well... I need to be getting along to that meeting. I'll let you talk to her and I'll see you there. Ok?" "Actually, I'm heading to the meeting too. I got the message from Master Luke just when I was around Tatooine. Why don't we walk together?" Kyle proposed. Jaina shrugged, "Sure. I guess we could..." So the three of them walked down to the Grand Audience Chamber, Kyle smiled a bit when he saw another Jedi heading towards the meeting as he walked right past him. Deciding to start introducing Katrina to the other Jedi, Kyle thought he should begin with Jaina. "Jaina, I want you to meet my sister, Katrina." Kyle spoke. "Yeah, formerly known as Cleo Essa..." Katrina responded, still feeling ashamed. Jaina nodded a little, looking forward. "I know who you are. No need to explain..."

    "How so?" Katrina asked. Kyle decided to remain quiet for this one, and let Jaina explain to her. The two astromech droids simply strolled behind them as they proceeded to the Grand Audience Chamber. Kyle looked ahead, thinking about how he would explain having "Cleo" being here with him to Kyp Durron. "That's easy... I'm a Jedi, same as you would be. You wear your emotions out on your sleeve. Even my little brother could have told you that." Kyle nodded to what Jaina said, knowing that this would be yet another valuable lesson for Katrina. "Indeed. Even you can sense emotions of others as if they wear in on their sleeves, Kat. It's easy for a Force-sensitive person like you. All it takes is just to use the Force within you." Kyle explained. Katrina nodded to her brother as he spoke, she trusted what he said because he had already taught her a bit on being a Jedi. However, she wondered if Jaina knew of her past. "Do you know anything of my past?" she asked. "I don't make it a habit to pry into someone's mind, unless it's my brother's... So, all I know of you aside from who you are is what Kyle's told us..."

    Kyle smiled slightly, he recalled just how much Jaina loved to probe Jacen's mind. Yes, he had spoke to Jaina and Jacen of Katrina, but not of the bad things she did as Cleo. The Katrina he had told them of was the one right here with him, a long lost twin sister. There maybe many things between them, but in the end they were back together. Kyle had faith that the same it would be for him and Kasan. "I guess we'd talk more about ourselves when we have more time, or when I explain it to Kyp. Because I know for sure that Kyp would flip when he sees her." Kyle said. Jaina smiled at the mention of Kyp's name. Glancing over, she said, "Well... He's not going to be none to happy you've brought Cleo Essa back with you. That's for sure." "Yeah, I know. It's why I said that he'd flip. But don't worry, I have my ways of explaining. I'm just going to be honest with him." Kyle replied, directing that to both Jaina and Katrina. "I trust you to explain about everything to Kyp, Kyle. I know you will." Katrina said.

    The trio reached the door of the Grand Audience Chamber and opened. Kyle took a deep breath as he prepared to face Kyp Durron. He was hoping that he would have time to explain everything before Kyp gets too excited over "Cleo" being here with him. But with enough explaining, maybe Kyp would understand. Kyle had faith that he would.
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    Off to the Meeting Part 1

    With a soft hiss of pressure, the door to the refresher unit attached to Gav and Kali's bedroom slid open, and Kali stepped out. She was wrapped in a deep purple, mid-thigh length robe that was made of a thin, light material that only added to the glow of her freshly scrubbed skin. Her semi-damp curls hung loose to her waist and she pushed a hand lazily through them as she moved over to her side of the closet. In the last few months, she and Gav had rearranged the rooms in their apartment at the Academy to fit them both comfortably. And while there were still a few adjustments and touch-ups to be made, this felt like home now. Kali fingered slowly through the clothes hanging up, humming softly to herself. There was less than an hour to go before the meeting at the Academy was too take place. The afternoon light from Yavin crept through the soft material that covered the windows that went from floor to ceiling along the wall.

    Gavriel was standing beside the long narrow windows to the room dressed in a black tunic, the almost-neon green stitching catching the rays of light shining through the window Gavriel had exposed from the soft material, and heightening their visibility. On top of his tunic was a black cloak. His hand was held out palm up as he used the Force to make a small weighted ball of durasteel float almost effortlessly. As Kali walked into the room Gavriel let the matertial fall back over the window but continued to levitate the ball over his hand. Her own hand stopped over a light blue colored tunic and she pulled it out of the closet, turning around and laying it on the bed. Looking up at Gav before she turned back, she raised her eyebrows at him questioningly. "What are you thinking?" She moved to the closet, pulling out a few other pieces of clothing.

    Gavriel looked at her and let the ball float down into his hand before letting it rise up again and slowly rotate like a planet. "Nothing . . . you know how I sometimes dwell on the future. Well ok, you got me. Usually I'm the one who says keep the focus here and now, but even I wonder sometimes." Kali laid the last of the garments out on the bed. She closed the closet door behind her and moved around the edge of the bed, walking over to where Gav was standing. Her hands curls into the front of his tunic, and she shook a few curls out of her face. "What were you wondering about this time?" It wouldn't be hard for her to find out, but sometimes it was easier to figure things out when they were talked out, instead of simply thought and felt.

    Gavriel continued to rotate the ball as he spoke. "There is always something to take care of in the galaxy. Runaway students, crazed Hutts with Superweapons missing, I just keep getting the feeling that there is something more . . . elusive. Something we've yet to even fathom." Kali just nodded, her eyes moving to the rotating ball as well. "Probably... There will always be a next obstacle for us, Gav. A new challenge, a new dillemma.... Something else to take care of. Thats what being a Jedi is about..." The ball starting spinning a bit faster before slowing down. Gavriel nodded. "Right, that's probably why Jedi shouldn't focus on the future like that." Kali nodded, looking back up at him. "Very right. We could see a thousand different futures in our visions... And not know which one is supposed to come true. We could drive ourselves mad doing that." Gavriel nodded but then tossed the ball back to the floor. "I wish it was that, I'd take that over this clarity any day."

    Kali took a step closer, wrapping her arms around Gav, leaning her head against his shoulder. "There's no real clarity, Gav. No one really knows exactly what is going to happen tomorrow. But I do know something about the future that is certain...." She said, moving her eyes to look at him. "We'll always face it together." Gavriel nodded, though still a look of concern on his face before he forces it all from his mind. "I don't know, sometimes I just get feeling I'm not the Jedi I should be . . . that I could be. But then, we all must keep learning right?" "Thats why we're here and not off on some backwater planet by now. Now stop brooding, and give your fiance the hug and kiss she deserves for putting up with your wonderings about the future." Kali said, smiling up at Gav.

    Gavriel smiled and wrapped his arms around her. ". . . together . . ." She said, the work echoing around in his mind. Yes, he liked the sound of that. He then held her at arms length and picked up the weighted ball and began levitating it again. "Master Skywalker is going to begin using these as training devices for the Trainees and Padawans. Their weighted in different measurements so they all provide a challenge. Sort of like, dumbells for the Force-wielder." Kali pressed a kiss to Gav's cheek when he hugged her close, then slipped out of his arms and back over to the bed, undoing the belt of her robe. "That's good. They'll help them develop more control quickly." She let the robe fall from her shoulders and picked up the pair of pants to slip them on.

    Gavriel stole a brief look before focusing his attention back to the training device. "I know these would have been useful back when I joined." She looked back over her shoulder, smiling at him. "Dropped a few R2 units in your time, have you?" Kali slipped a white tank top on over her head, and then the light blue tunic. Gavriel glanced over his shoulder, almost as if from nowhere he feels a voice in his mind. "Show her ther power you hold . . ." Gavriel begins to focus on Kali's feet, feeling the Force around Kali he calls on it and begins to lift her up, though he can only lift her an inch from the ground before having to let it go. The grip on this power is still rather small. Kali's hands stopped when she felt Gav reach out and focus on her feet. She stayed still as he lifted her up, but stumbled a bit when he let her go, spinning and landing on the bed. She reached down and pulled on her boots, smiling up at Gavriel. "What was that?"

    Gavriel smiled with all the innocense of a boy finding a very powerful tool. "Master Skywalker said Force-Levitation wasn't possible. I think it is." The last part was said in a way of Gav proving his point. Kali blinked up at him. "We levitate things everyday with the Force, Gav.... Or do you mean levitating ourselves?" Gavriel focused again, but this time on the form of his own body, slowly, slowly feeling the weight of his body in comparison to the Force and lifts himself up, his focus growing as he maxes out again at an inch. Breathing deeply from the exercise, Gavriel looks to Kali. "Levitating ourselves. Luke said Vader himself had a hint of that when he fought him on Bespin. But that was only momentary and only helped Vader clear some stairs he was jumping from. Though Luke worries that anything close to that is 'Dark Side'." Gavriel says it mockingly.
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    Off to the Meeting Part 2

    Kali finished slipping on her boots and stood up. "Well, from his experiences Master Skywalker has some room to worry. He has a school full of potential Jedi who he has to be very mindful of. Any one of us are suseptible to falling to the Dark Side. Whether from our inner feelings or the influence of the outer world...." "The Dark Side? What Dark Side? That's another idea from a by-gone age if you ask me. We've seen plenty of planetary dictators who were just as Ruthless as Palpatine or Vader, yet didn't have a touch of the Force. In the end, it all comes to giving in to your own darker nature." Gavriel spoke not harshly, but as someone who genuinely belives what he says. Kali holds up her hands in surrender. "Look, everyone's welcome to their own beliefs, Gav. I'm just trying to shed light on all sides of the argument." She pushes off of the bed, and shakes her head, making her way back into the refresher unit. She threads her fingers through her curls, pulling them over her shoulder to plait them.

    Gavriel nods as if ceding the point. "Fair enough. I wasn't looking to start a fight either." Gavriel stands a ways away from Kali and ignites his green lightsaber, practicing the kata. His moves have come with the fluidity of Altanian mercury. Easily his hand flows out turning and spinning the lightsaber again and again as if deflecting incoming lightsaber swings from all around, parrying and then returning until the kata is finished and Gavriel deactivates the blade and replaces it to his belt. He then turns to Kali. "Not bad huh?" Kali had finished plaiting her waist-length hair into a braid and tied the end of it off. She moved out of the refresher and just nodded to Gav, as if barely giving it a second thought. Picking up her own lightsaber she spun the hilt around in her hand and hooked it to her belt before moving towards the door. "If you're done showing off, I'm pretty sure we've got a meeting to go to."

    Gavriel nodded and flung the weighted Jedi device back on the bed. He had kept it levitated as he practiced the kata and was now finished. "You call it showing off, I call it practice." Gavriel said with a mock-narcissism. He then gives another boyish grin. Kali just smiles, but rolls her eyes and steps out of the doorway in front of him, moving down the hallway. She crossed her arms over her stomach as she walked. "Then why do you ask for approval? Maybe you should practice some humility once in awhile then...."

    "Hey, your worship, I'm only saying it in fun." She stopped at the turbolift, just looking up at him. Gavriel breathed out and rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine. Don't lose your temper." Gavriel reached past her and activated the lift for her. After a moment, she stepped forward and wrapped an arm around his waist and let out a soft sigh. Even if the embrace wasn't returned, sometimes just touching him, having Gav near brought her more peace. Gavriel returned her embrace, trying to reassure her of his being there for her. "Sometimes I wonder if I was really the Padawan the way you seem to always have control." She looked up at him. "You sometimes stretch that control. But I think I had more than enough training dealing with four brothers my entire life." They stepped into the lift as the door opened. "I'm half-serious though, Gav. Sometimes I wonder which you love better. Me, or your pride."

    Gavriel looked at her with a look of real pain. "What have I done that's prideful? I teased you about it. I've done that for how many months now? I'd have figured you'd understand that much about me by now." "And that much teasing might be the reason I wonder about it." She shrugs a bit, still tucked against his side. "For as much as you can play the swashbuckling Jedi-heart-throb, Gav, you have alot to learn about women. We need proof." "And I suppose that time we faced Agaba when he was possessed by that old Sith Lord on Bakura wasn't enough? Or perhaps that time we found ourselves chased by the Mantids on Hapskor IX, or need I bring up that whole thing on Cronus IV? I seem to remember we did quite a bit of swashbuckling there . . ." Gavriel then moves the mechanical fingers of his left hand in remembrance. Kali picked up his left hand in hers and kissed his palm, then smiled into it. "Or the Bounty Hunter's guild? We've done enough swashbuckling to last us a lifetime. I'm not talking about doing our duty, or saving each others lives. I'm talking about making a total fool out of yourself for me. Besides, we weren't even together yet on Bakura. We still barely knew each other."

    "Proof that I am a fool? Just what proof are you looking for?" "Proof that you are a fool for me. And I don't know... Running naked through the practice area in the courtyard, starting a food fight in the mess hall. Making a total fool of yourself." Kali laughs and shakes her head. "When I think of something, I'll let you know." "And when you run naked through the courtyard then you can suggest that. Which, by the way, you had better not try. What's under that tunic is for me to see and know." Gavriel makes a gesture towards her body as he speaks.

    Kali raises a challenging eyebrow at Gav, her smile barely contained on her face. "Oh really? Says who? If I want to run through the courtyard naked, I think that its my own business." "Except when everyone sees you it becomes their business as well. In our room, fine. The courtyard, not so fine." Kali reached up and slipped har arms around Gav's neck, laughing. "Don't worry, flyboy. I'm not planning on going around naked anywhere but our room anytime soon."

    Gavriel nods and holds Kali a bit tighter. The lift comes to a soft stop and they enter the top floor of the Great Temple. To the front of them is hall that will lead to the Main Audience Chamber. Gavriel straightens his tunic and cloak before coming closer to the door. "Look alright?" Kali reached up and adjusted the collar on his tunic a bit, then smoothed her hands over his shoulders, brushing them off a bit. "Just fine. How about me?" She asked, stepping back to straighten her own tunic, tucking a curl out of her face. Gavriel began to twist the upper-portion of her tunic, towards her left using the Force. He then began to reach so he could straighten it back while giving Kali a mischevious grin.

    Kali pushed another curl back out of her face, watching him for a minute. The part of the tunic that he twisted with the Force was a portion that covered her breasts. When Gav reached forward to readjust it himself, Kali balked and swatted his hand away. "Scoundrel... That stays in the bedroom as well." "What?!? I was fixing it!" Gavriel says in an innocent way. He then gives her another grin and places an arm around her shoulder. They then start walking again and the door opens up...
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    Renn headed in the direction of the Great Temple. He was still fuming over the whole Ganner experience on Iridonia. He was so angry that he forgot to put his mental shields up and he knew any Jedi Master would be able to pick up on that emotion.

    He tried counting to ten like his mother told him when he was younger but that didn't help. He tried everything but kept on coming back to the same conclusion: he didn't like Ganner. He knew those kinds of emotions led to the Dark Side but he didn't care, Ganner was nothing but an ungrateful vrelt.

    Once inside the Great Temple and much to his dismay he saw Ganner and as usual the dark-haired Jedi was recieving admiring glances from some of the younger female Jedi. Renn was getting some too but he was to busy glaring at Ganner to notice.

    One Twi'lek Jedi noticed and glanced at Renn, "You better calm down before Master Skywalker gets here, he'll notice your anger right away. He could probably feel it now."

    "Well when you have to work with Ganner and find out he's nothing but an ungrateful vrelt after you saved his life, then you can talk to me." He knew those words sounded harsh but he didn't care.

    "He does have his foolish pride. As do you."

    Renn cooly turned to face the Twi'lek, trying to control his anger. "Wiat, I'm sorry but did you just tell me that I have foolish pride? Look I didn't have to save Ganner! I could've allowed him to take a vibro-ax to the head but because I'm such a nice person I tried to save him! But what did I get? Not even a thank you! Instead I got a-" He tried his best to imitate Ganner's voice "-'I could've handled him myself'!"

    Renn folded his arms over his chest and the Twi'lek turned away from the Corellian Jedi.

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    Kyp Durron sat cross-legged on top of one of the stone temples that dotted the landscape of Yavin IV. Built thousands of years before by the Massani for their Sith masters, it was a quirk of fate that they were being used by their enemy, the Jedi.

    But even within these old gray structures that towered above the lush green canopy of the forests, the Dark Side still existed. The spirit of Exar Kun was once trapped within their walls and tried to trap Kyp as well. But with the help of Han and the other students they were able to drive the evil spirit away. But even then the Dark Side refused to leave. It hung in the darkest parts of the temples like a fungus that refused to die.

    Even now on top of the temple Kyp could feel the dark side, it whispered to him. It made promises. It told him that he could have his revenge. He could have the power to avenge everyone that the Empire had taken away from him. It promised everything and anything.

    But Kyp couldn't couldn't concentrate on that. The only thing that he could think of was that Eclipse-class Star Destroyer that was currently loose in the galaxy. He could only remember that horrible green blast and the screams that he felt as the Avenging Force disapeared into a cloud of fire and debris. It was a very bad for him. The only saving grace was the his Dozen-and-Two Avengers were with him battling the black monster. But it was a small grace. He had spent many days visiting with the families and letting them know that their deaths would not be in vain.

    He would track the black ship and he would take down the monster in control of it- Grand Moff Tarkin. Or at least a man pretending to be him, or maybe something else. Nobody was quite sure what to make of it when the ship appeared in the space around Yavin IV. Tarkin had appeared on their communication channels and announced that he was here to finish the job that he had started all those many years ago. Joining him was the former Imperial Admiral, Daala. Her appearance had nearly caused Kyp to stop. Everyone had thought that she was dead. The last that anyone had saw here was when she had made a blind jump into hyperspace after her final battle with the New Republic several years ago.

    And now she stood next to one of the most feared Imperials, and on the bridge of one of the most terrifying ships that the Empire had ever built.

    But it was the person behind Tarkin and Daala that Kyp and the rest of the people there were the most interested in. A cruel looking Imperial officer, with a metal face plate covering the left side of his face, held a woman that everyone reconized as Kasan Moor, firmly by the shoulders. Her face was downcast and bruised. Her whole body posture was one of defeat.

    "I'm sure that you reconize the Imperial traitor known as Kasan Moor?" Tarkin had said with a flick of his wrist.

    "She will be executed for her crimes, of course. But I wanted her to watch as I unleash the power of this planet destroying ship upon Yavin IV."

    With those words the third battle for Yavin IV had begun.
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    Last Adpeti.

    (OOC: If this is not allowed, I can understand. Stormcrowthe reason i didn't reply was a complete blank on what to post back. A appoligise. But this character will be a fourth generation Adepti with weaker powers....but can follow jedi teachings how to weild his own.)

    Like a large rock plummeting through the atmosphere on Yavin IV, almost nearby the temple the object crashed, blue metal fragments falling off in small glass pieces, the wings the engine all except the black scorched cokpit managed to survive the plummet into the planets atmosphere and impact upon the surface.

    Breaking trees, bouncing a few times and rolling, the large diamond looking object came a grinding hault. Even as in rumours, this was one of the craft which were of the Adepti. From the years spanning greatly, the Adepti had come into contact with the Jedi on silent accounts, never were their conversations recorded and when ever the two forces met, complete secrecy and few knew who or that their race existed.

    This ace had exploded, scattered losing its purpose and what it was, those small or few bits of information were used but passed on by words. Through learning. Tae had only just managined in weidling his own, it wasn't a straight blade like a Jedi's which was stright but curved like a scimitar.

    The weapons of the Adepti consisted of three, rare but deadly accurate las rifles, blasters and a single or double handed scimitar, the scimitar saber could be weilded with two or one depending on the uses disgresion. Tae, however was the last of his own.

    Tae had merely mastered the basics, controling water and creating small objects and simple welding with his hands of metals. His skills in sword, blaster and rifle combat were experienced but his powers were still feeble. The Adepti in truth had lost its way. Through will, he had dared to escape his falling life in search of something more.

    Hope had played a good part in this. He was outside a Jedi temple. However, his weapons were alien to the Jedi's own. Instead of his blade humming like a jedi's it was silent, the weapon was able to deflect laser shots but Tae had difficulty with balance.

    As the canapy openned te slowly got out from the soking mess of the small 6 by 3 shell that had him placed in stasis for the long trip. Tae looked human, but like Adpeti he wore black with a gold glyph upon his back symbolising justice. After getting out, It was clear to see why Tae was here.

    Tae stood at 6.2ft tall, weighted 63kg's and had a build similar to that of a fighter but was still on the path of reaching perfection. Unlike the jedi who seemed to shield themselves from their emotions, the Adepti used them. Where the adepti failed was in finding inner calm.

    They didn't have fear of death and were deemed reckless in combat, a few times and on a few accounts they were great fighters but appeared to be multi roled in their weapons. From las-rilfes to light-Scymitars. It was through ignorance that the Adepti slowly fell apart, but now one was back.....the last Adepti had returned.

    Tae's blade and laser shots were white, his powers strong but lacking in focus in a few areas. He had no inner calm and thus despite his lack he had potential for the Jedi's. But would they accept him or turn him away. Tat was a question he could only ask himself.

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    Zarx pulled up and through the duracreet jungle dodging the walkways which criss-crossed in front of him. He checked the scanners there were still two ties on his tail the other three had been picked off by his anti fighter laser turrets or had crashed into the surface of Nar Shadda. Zarx’s lip curled and he brought the ship up kicking the Mantas powerful engines into overdrive. A message scrolled across the diagnostic screen accompanied with an alarm
    “Warning Concussion Missile Detected” Zarx didn’t even looked and dogged another skyscraper his eyes half-closed. Salien looked at the Felleen pilot her eyes wide.
    “A Jedi” she whispered then went silent as the ship rocked as the ties strafed the Manta with laser fire. Zarx let out a hiss as one of the turrets was blown away from a lucky shot. Zarx looked down at the shield display but the shields held. Zarx looked around then spotted something, which made his heart flutter an entire flight of tie fighters. Zarx looked back into the lounge
    “Somebody must really want both of you” he said his voice clearly saying, what the hell have you got me into?

    Above the jungle moon of Yavin IV a shape cam out of hyperspace a lone vessel it’s hull blasted and full of holes. The curved horizontal once beautiful was now crumpled and ugly a twisted hunk of metal on a ball. Zarx opened and eye and rolled it experimentally tasting blood in his mouth he slowly stood up red blood leaking from a gas in his lip where he hit the control panel. Zarx looked around his eyes bleary then turned and looked into the lounge where his two passengers lay both unconscious. Zarx grunted and flipped a couple of switches nothing happened Zarx frowned and tried again still nothing happened Zarx looked around and tried a different set of switches the same. Zarx begun to sweat and looked into the lounge at the two humans who had just woken
    “Errm we might have a problem people”
    “What?” asked Salien going into the cockpit and standing behind Zarx Zarx looked at it and spotted the glinting hilt of a lightsabre. Zarx ignored it for the moment and brought up a diagnostic display of the Manta
    “We’re being pulled towards Yavin IV but the landing gears won’t respond and there’s not time to repair in fact we’re going t be entering the upper atmosphere in two minutes. I suggest you strap yourself and Monsieur Kendran in.” Zarx opened an open channel “This is the Manta we have experienced technical difficulties and are being pulled towards Yavin IV if you hear me please respond. We have got Jedi aboard repeat we have got Jedi aboard.”
    Kendran looked over at Zarx’s “Some pilot you turned out to be”
    “Shut up” Zarx said and pulled on his safety harness.

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    Losing Hope...

    Kasan Moor sat helplessly in a small cell in the Super Star Destroyer. She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them and sat her head down atop of them. Looking forward, she drew in a long, deep breath and slowly let it out. She started to think back to everything that had happened in the days and weeks before this;

    ....."Kyle!?"

    The Jedi was surprised at the way Kasan had mentioned his name. He was looking a bit puzzled until he looked into her face. Something was felt in the Force. Immediately, Kyle recognized her.....

    "Kasan....?"


    She remembered that day as though it had been mere days before. It had been at least a month or two prior to where she sat now. She still remembered the slightly burning in her stomach from seeing him and how it never went away afterwards...

    ......"Kasan....whatever happens, stay out of the fight. I don't want you getting hurt." Kyle said with concern.

    Kasan looked at him like he had two heads.

    "After coming all this way, you tell me I can't do anything but stand here? That's not who I am and you know it.".....


    The fight... Her first real experience with Jedi and the power they held. It amazed her, awed her... Knowing that in all the time she spent in her TIE, she could never fight like they did. She held her trusty blaster and it worked for her. Heading back to what she thought was the last time she'd see him made it even harder on her...

    ...."Are you saying you were worried about me?"

    Kyle nodded slightly,

    "Yes, I was. Even back on Brentaal IV...I didn't really wanted to vap you." Kyle replied

    "Yes, but that was our job then..."

    "I know, Kasan, I know. Glad we won't have to do that anymore."......


    Her mind wandered a little further after that. To the debriefing from a battle they'd lost terribly. Somehow, they'd manged to get a smile out of it...

    "I want to have your children..."

    She could remember his face when she'd revealed it to him. It made her smile... The first time she'd smiled since she'd been shot down. She could only hope her fate wasn't sealed... They had talked more... Talked about having children when they'd gotten back to his room after that briefing. That was also the night that both of their lives changed, though, neither of them had known it...

    ......"Kyle... Do you really want to have children? I mean, with being a Jedi, you won't have a whole lot of time..."

    Kyle nodded and began to think about it. Yes, he was a Jedi, and being a Jedi took great dedication and devotion. Then again, Kyle was the only person who could possibly restore his tattered family, and that was an equally obligating task as well. Having children would be a major step in restoring the Landoran family and ensure that the family would have a future in the galaxy. "That maybe true, but I knew that this is what I wanted. I can't stand seeing my family tattered and broken for the rest of my life. I had to do something." Kyle replied.

    Kasan smiled and shook her head a little,

    "You really are quite the jabber box when you're nervous... What's the matter?

    "I don't know, but something in the Force tells me that something terrible is about to happen" Kyle replied.

    She looked up and tilted her head a little,

    "Kyle..."

    She stopped talking, looked up and tried to convey her thoughts and emotions to him. There was nothing more that she could say that would make him stop worrying. Thus, being a Jedi, it was part of who he was and she'd just have to get used to it. Leaning into him, she sighed hard and said,

    "I won't worry... Not as long as I have you here to protect me..."

    "I will do my best to do that, but I must also be on guard. For when the Force tells you things, they are always right." Kyle said.

    She smiled and nodded a little. The worry of his premonition weighing in her mind. Turning her head into him for a moment, she said,

    "I love you..."

    He looked down at her and gently tilted her head towards his. Leaning down, he kissed her, holding her there for a few moments before pulling away and looking into her eyes...

    "I love you too, Kasan." Kyle replied.....


    She looked at the ceiling of the cell and remembered one final thing before she felt her tears fall down her face, the last thing they'd said to each other before they'd left on the fateful mission...

    "Kasan, before we get out there.... I just wanted to say this." Kyle spoke, his tone is a bit more serious.

    Kasan turned and looked at him,

    "What Kyle?"

    "May the Force be with you. And remember, I love you." Kyle spoke.

    Kasan smiled and nodded as she said,

    "Also to you, my Jedi Knight..."


    Kasan sighed hard and wiped a hand across her face. It had been over a week since she had gotten shot down and she was starting to loose hope that anyone would find her and eventually... Talbot would see her put to death for her "crimes" to the empire...

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