Star Wars: The RPG ~ Episode VII: Dawn of the New Republic IC Thread (II)

[Rain Dog]

The Dreams sets down for smoother than a ship it's size probably should. It slides right into the cave as if it was it's home docking port.

We meet up with Boolon in the cargo bay and take our first steps out onto this world.

"Can you feel that?" Artoo whistles with confusion, but I can tell Boolon knows what I'm talking about.

"Come on. This way."

I follow Skywalker out into the cave.

"Mister Skywalker, is it...is it the Jedi?" I ask him, referring to the powerful sensation that fills the cave.

 

[Rain Dog]

It’s been days since the surgery. I lay in my bed, watching the eleventh news report of the hour as I finish reading the fifteenth news article of the day. Ever since I’ve returned home, I’ve spent every moment of time sleeping, eating, or scanning the news for any suspicious activity. The police are no closer to finding the gunman. While in the hospital, Vorssk sent some of my surviving men on reconnaissance missions throughout the city. He had hoped to find some information somewhere.

He paid Black Sun underboss Ossolus Yuvo a visit. He found a corpse. Apparently, Yuvo had been stabbed to death by a spice fiend behind his club. If the Sun was indeed responsible, they have been very quiet since the attack. There have been no follow-up attacks. There have been no attempts to reclaim lost territories. We haven’t even heard anything from Wayland Bostero—the underboss who’s headquarters my forces failed to capture and who wiped out half my men. Was this all part of some larger scheme? Were they even trying to kill me? Did they expect me to survive?

Since returning from the hospital, I have not left my bedroom. Partially under the doctor’s orders and partially because I was too terrified to leave the apartment. Still, I feel only marginally safer here. It seems at any moment a thermal detonator will come crashing through the window.

My eyes dart towards the door as I hear someone pounding on it on the other side. I calm myself and push down the intercom button on a nearby control panel.

“What is it?”

“A message for you, sir...”

“Did they find him?”

“No, sir, it’s from the kajidic.”

“…Come in,” I say as I unlock the door with another button. The servant comes in and sets down the holo projectors, takes a quick bow, and leaves. I seal and lock the door once again. I turn on the projectors and see the miniaturized, glowing forms of my clan materialize before me. They’re checking up on me, no doubt.

Kumac starts.

“Young Rotta, we were most concerned when we heard of your recent ordeal. We rushed to contact Coruscanti authorities to see if you were alright.”

“We’re terribly sorry this happened to you, Rotta,” Malta said.

“…However…” said Embra, “We cannot help but interpret this incident as a sign of…weakness on your part, Rotta. Do be blunt, there seemed to be a general consensus among the clan that you were not fit to lead. You asked to cease slave trade in the Mid Rim and we complied…and have suffered a great deal for it.”

I frown. This is not going as I imagined…

“And on top of that, you seem to have plunged yourself into a war with the Black Sun. The clan had no desire to enter such a war and never gave consent! Now the Besadii will take it as a sign of aggression. And to top it all off, it appears as if though you did away with poor Gorga’s wife and child to consolidate your ‘power.’ Quite frankly, it was uncalled for.”

My face twists into a scowl. What are these filthy hypocrites getting at?


“The clan had decided that we cannot support you any longer, Rotta. You may be Jabba’s son, but you are not Jabba. You lack the power, charisma, and wisdom your father possessed. We have no choice but to elect a new leader…”

What is the meaning of this?! They are robbing me of my birthright!

“…and we have chosen. The mighty Jocoro shall lead us.”

Jocoro?

“Sorry, Rotta. But we have to keep the clan’s best interests in mind,” said Jocoro.

The holograms vanished, leaving me staring blankly in the dark.

…Jocoro?

 

[NiteMare Shape]

"I'll have one whipped up by morning," the old Corellian smuggler says with his trademark smile painted across his face. "In the mean time, I think you should start whipping up some disguises. It won't matter how good our cover story or fake IDs are if Leia, Chewie, you, and I walk down a ramp."

"Good idea," I nod. "I'll help Han with the transponder. Mission, help Lando with some Mandalorian disguises. I think everyone else should get some rest."

************​

The next morning after countless hours of work, and only a few hours of sleep, Han and I finish installing the transponder codes to Lando's smuggling ship.​

"Not bad, kid," he smiles. "We'll make a scoundrel outta you yet."​

"I try," I respond slyly.​

I make my way into the cockpit where Huc and Han are putting the finishing touches on the fake transponder codes.

"Huc, do you think you can use your CorSec connections to get a lead on Zsinj's location?"

He shoots me a funny look, and I don't need the Force to see what he's thinking. So I answer his unspoken question before he can ask it.

"I'd use the New Republic Intellegence to try and get a pinpoint on him, but I'm afraid that he might have moles within the New Republic itself, so I think for right now I'd rather keep this off the books, so to speak."

 

[NiteMare Shape]

No sooner does Silvak's head hit the floor, than Drexlan lowers his weapon.

"This wasn't personal. It was just a job. With my employer dead, there's no need to continue this." Drexlan says as he begins to walk towards the sliding doors.

"Doesn't work that way, chakaar." Dono says as he grabs Drexlan by the arm, spinning him him back toward him. As Drexlan comes to a stop he finds himself looking down the barrel of Dono's blaster.

Without a second thought, Dono pulls the trigger.

Joren, still tending to Kelsa looks up to his friend. He motions over to their other companion laying in a heap on the floor.

"Help Deena, it's time we get out of here."

Supporting Kelsa as we go, I lead the way through the Lady Fate Casino back toward the landing pad where the Lady Luck waits for us. Surprisingly, we don't face any resistance as we make our way through the corridors toward our ship.

When we finally get to the Lady Luck, I find Savien waiting at the bottom of the loading ramp.

"I'm glad to see you're safe. I trust all went well."

I just nod. In reality, things didn't go well at all. I did not wish to kill Silvak, but he didn't leave me any choice. Instead of explaining the events to the old man, I simply lead Kelsa up the ramp and wait for the others to join us.

 

[NiteMare Shape]

I ignore his insult, for now. There will be time to deal with his insubordination later.

"I see. Send your shuttle, I'll have my crew make preperations for your arrival...Admiral." I say as I switch off the com without awaiting a reply.

I stand on the bridge for several moments monitoring the situation with Thrawn's fleet, and when I see that he has not deployed his shuttle I begin growing impatient with the lack of activity on the Admiral's end.

"Fierfek, Thrawn...what are you up to?" I quietly say to myself as my frustration grows.

 

[Carnage27]

"I'd use the New Republic Intellegence to try and get a pinpoint on him, but I'm afraid that he might have moles within the New Republic itself, so I think for right now I'd rather keep this off the books, so to speak."

I nod to Leia, "Yea, I'll go make some calls. I'll let you guys know when we're good to make the jump."

Leaving the others to prepare the ship for takeoff, I head back to the ship's communication array. Sitting in the chair, I send a transmission to CorSec head quarters over the holonet. On the other end, a receptionist answers, "CorSec, how may I direct you."

"This is Huc Vondar," I reply with a smile. "I was hoping to speak to my father?"

"Oh, of course, Jedi Vondar," right away.

After a few seconds, my father appears in the holo, "Son...to what do I owe this honor?"

"Funny, dad," I respond. "I was wondering if during the Empire's retreat from Corellia you guys got a beat on their retreat vector."

He smiles, "Let me check." After a few checks on his datapad, he looks up, "We got enough to formulate an idea. Nothing concrete, though. It seems like they were headed for the Outer Rim. Possibly towards the Corporate Sector, but that last part is just a guess. Going after them, are you?"

My smile widens. I can tell he's proud, possibly prouder than he ever has. He wants these men brought to justice just as much as I do. "You bet. With Han Solo, none the less."

"What about that cute Twi'lek girl?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I respond, blushing. "But I gotta go. Galaxy saving mission and all. See ya."

Heading back towards the cockpit, I see we're already in orbit above Yavin, waiting for our destination. "Head towards the Corporate Sector. Deltooine is our best bet."

"Deltooine makes sense," Mission nods. "Heart of security of the sector. If we're looking for information, we'll get it there."

"Well what are we waiting for?" Han asks. "Let's get going!"

"Grrrrrr!" Chewie howls as we go into hyperspace.

 

[wiegeabo]

I follow Skywalker out into the cave.

"Mister Skywalker, is it...is it the Jedi?" I ask him, referring to the powerful sensation that fills the cave.

"I'm not sure what else it could be."

I pick my way through the forest. Boolon follows behind me, somehow having an easier time despite his larger build. Artoo struggles to keep up, but he stoically does. I can only imagine how Threepio would react to this terrain.

A short distance away from the cave, we come across a trail. It's rough and overgrown, but much easier going than the forest proper. And the feeling, just grows stronger. It's almost like it's calling us...

Before we know it, we're on a real road and walking towards a town. As we get near, people stop what they're doing and look at us, but they say nothing, and do not stop us from entering. It's all rather...spooky.

"I expected you much sooner."

We turn around to the sound of a voice. An older human with a long white beard seemingly towers over us, despite being no more than a couple of centimeters taller than me. But despite his age, his body appears strong, and his spirit...

"Welcome to Jomark. I am Joruus C'baoth. You may call me Master."

 

[Rain Dog]

"I'm not sure what else it could be."

I pick my way through the forest. Boolon follows behind me, somehow having an easier time despite his larger build. Artoo struggles to keep up, but he stoically does. I can only imagine how Threepio would react to this terrain.

A short distance away from the cave, we come across a trail. It's rough and overgrown, but much easier going than the forest proper. And the feeling, just grows stronger. It's almost like it's calling us...

Before we know it, we're on a real road and walking towards a town. As we get near, people stop what they're doing and look at us, but they say nothing, and do not stop us from entering. It's all rather...spooky.

"I expected you much sooner."

We turn around to the sound of a voice. An older human with a long white beard seemingly towers over us, despite being no more than a couple of centimeters taller than me. But despite his age, his body appears strong, and his spirit...

"Welcome to Jomark. I am Joruus C'baoth. You may call me Master."

I use the Force to quickly silence the shock that surges through me, hoping that brief lack of emotional control doesn't ruin my first impression with the Jedi. I bring my hands together and bow my head towards the old human.

"It is an honor to meet you, Master C'baoth. I am Jedi student, Boolon Chonota."

 

[wiegeabo]

I stand on the bridge for several moments monitoring the situation with Thrawn's fleet, and when I see that he has not deployed his shuttle I begin growing impatient with the lack of activity on the Admiral's end.

"Fierfek, Thrawn...what are you up to?" I quietly say to myself as my frustration grows.

"Shuttle prepped and ready for launch, Admiral."

I nod to the lieutenant and continue to read the latest reports from the field.

The lieutenant shuffles uncomfortable. "We can...launch anytime, sir."

"I'm well aware what 'prepped and ready for launch' means, Lieutenant."

"Yes, sir!" he says smartly.

I just continue to peruse the reports. The Rebels, as always, prove to be a tenacious thorn in the Empire's side. Skirmishes continue to fall our way, for the most part. But they have been able to successfully win more than their fair share. But it just goes to prove the fact that they are fighters who prefer to be the underdogs. A fact the Emperor learned all too well.

But they're obviously not used to being in charge. To being in the 'dominant' position. Delta Sources reports are most interesting. Extreme inexperience, political infighting, unrest with the citizenry, and fear from the unaligned worlds. All in all, things continue to move according to plan.

It truly is good to be in the dominant position. Especially when you're opponent thinks it's the position they hold.

Just like the Rebellion. Just like Zsinj.

"You may launch now, Lieutenant."

"Aye, sir. Launch control...this is Chimera One..."

 

[wiegeabo]

I use the Force to quickly silence the shock that surges through me, hoping that brief lack of emotional control doesn't ruin my first impression with the Jedi. I bring my hands together and bow my head towards the old human.

"It is an honor to meet you, Master C'baoth. I am Jedi student, Boolon Chonota."

C'baoth smiles at Boolon's display of respect. I could swear he straightens up even further. Then he looks at me.

I nod my head. "Luke Skywalker...Master C'baoth. Current Master of the New Jedi Order."

C'baoth lifts an eyebrow towards me. "A Master? We shall see. Come, follow me." He quickly spins on his heel and starts walking off towards a large building.

I can't put my finger on it, but something feels...off? Nothing specific. And nothing setting off any alarm bells in my head. But C'baoth just seems...off. I'm not sure how to describe it. I'm also not sure if I'm just imagining things. It's not like I've met many Jedi Masters.

Still...Obi Wan and Yoda never insisted on being called Master before. And I've never asked my students to either. And it makes me wonder if Ben and Yoda were actually the unconventional once.

I notice Boolon waiting to follow my lead and give him a shrug. "Let's do what the Master says."

***

"Let's do what the Master says."

C'baoth overhears the words of his new apprentice, and a slow grin crawls over his face...

 

[Rain Dog]

C'baoth smiles at Boolon's display of respect. I could swear he straightens up even further. Then he looks at me.

I nod my head. "Luke Skywalker...Master C'baoth. Current Master of the New Jedi Order."

C'baoth lifts an eyebrow towards me. "A Master? We shall see. Come, follow me." He quickly spins on his heel and starts walking off towards a large building.

I can't put my finger on it, but something feels...off? Nothing specific. And nothing setting off any alarm bells in my head. But C'baoth just seems...off. I'm not sure how to describe it. I'm also not sure if I'm just imagining things. It's not like I've met many Jedi Masters.

Still...Obi Wan and Yoda never insisted on being called Master before. And I've never asked my students to either. And it makes me wonder if Ben and Yoda were actually the unconventional once.

I notice Boolon waiting to follow my lead and give him a shrug. "Let's do what the Master says."

***

"Let's do what the Master says."

C'baoth overhears the words of his new apprentice, and a slow grin crawls over his face...

We follow the old Jedi Master in an almost uncomfortable silence. C'baoth is somewhat different that what I had imagined. When I heard that a Jedi Master may be hiding on Jomark, an image of a wisened, old being quickly came to mind. That much was correct.

But there's something very different about the way C'baoth carries himself. Much different than, say, Mister Skywalker, Mister Vondar, or Mister Kel. He walks with the air of some sort of dignitary or nobleman. Perhaps this was the way of the Old Order?

I decided to break the silence.

"Master C'baoth, how long have you resided on this world? And how did you manage to survive the Empire's Purge, if you don't mind me asking?"

 

[NiteMare Shape]

Supporting Kelsa as we go, I lead the way through the Lady Fate Casino back toward the landing pad where the Lady Luck waits for us. Surprisingly, we don't face any resistance as we make our way through the corridors toward our ship.

When we finally get to the Lady Luck, I find Savien waiting at the bottom of the loading ramp.

"I'm glad to see you're safe. I trust all went well."

I just nod. In reality, things didn't go well at all. I did not wish to kill Silvak, but he didn't leave me any choice. Instead of explaining the events to the old man, I simply lead Kelsa up the ramp and wait for the others to join us.

As the Lady Luck travels through hyperspace back toward Coruscant, Joren Kel sits alone in his chambers in deep meditation. Although his physical body is on the floor of his chambers deep inside the Lady Luck, his mind is somewhere else.

Reaching out through the Force, Joren can feel billions of life forms all around him. The galaxy is teeming with beings in an infinite number of forms, and at this point in time, Joren can feel all of them.

For a moment, he could feel not only their presence, but the core of their very beings. Peace, love, heartache, fear, anger, failure and triumph surround him, course through him all at once. As he sits amid the torrent of different emotions, he only knows one desire...the desire to protect all those that he is feeling at this moment.

He wants to share in their victories...pick them up in the face of defeat and to comfort them in their grief.

Then he is suddenly aware of another presence, one much darker than the others. A presence of great power, a presence that is getting closer.

At this same moment, Joren is aware of the doors of his chambers sliding open, and with the interruption his connection to the other beings in the Force is severed. He slowly opens his eyes and sees his visitor, the old man Savien.

"What is it Savien?" Joren asks, careful not to let his irritation show in his voice.

"Sorry for disturbing you, son. But I was hoping that we might have a word."

 

[Carnage27]

The smuggling ship comes out of hyperspace above Deltooine, and immediately we're hailed by the planets security. Before anyone answers the hail, Mission gives me the stink eye, "Really? We had to come to the sector's security hub? A security hub in Imperial space."

"Relax, they either think we're lost or we're mercenaries," I respond. "They don't think some 'rebels' are going to show up on their doorstep."

"I like this kid," Lando smiles as he answers the call.

"This is Deltooine Security," an official sounding voice says from the other end. "State your business in this sector."

I give a nod to Mission who takes over, "Name's Basili. Me and my crew are looking for work. Mandalorian mercenaries. We were wondering if you might point us in the direction of the local Imperial Moff."

"You will be escorted to the planet by Deltooine fighters, and your ship will be searched before anything else. Prepare for escort."

The comm line is severed and Mission returns to giving me the stink eye.

"Right...well...plan B?"

"And what's plan B?"

"Dunno, haven't gotten that far yet."

"Well, that's familiar," Lando says looking at Han.

 

[NiteMare Shape]

The smuggling ship comes out of hyperspace above Deltooine, and immediately we're hailed by the planets security. Before anyone answers the hail, Mission gives me the stink eye, "Really? We had to come to the sector's security hub? A security hub in Imperial space."

"Relax, they either think we're lost or we're mercenaries," I respond. "They don't think some 'rebels' are going to show up on their doorstep."

"I like this kid," Lando smiles as he answers the call.

"This is Deltooine Security," an official sounding voice says from the other end. "State your business in this sector."

I give a nod to Mission who takes over, "Name's Basili. Me and my crew are looking for work. Mandalorian mercenaries. We were wondering if you might point us in the direction of the local Imperial Moff."

"You will be escorted to the planet by Deltooine fighters, and your ship will be searched before anything else. Prepare for escort."

The comm line is severed and Mission returns to giving me the stink eye.

"Right...well...plan B?"

"And what's plan B?"

"Dunno, haven't gotten that far yet."

"Well, that's familiar," Lando says looking at Han.

"We escaped from the first Death Star with less of a plan, if I recall. It's amazing what a natural gift for improvisation and plain dumb luck can get you through. We'll be fine."

 

[NiteMare Shape]

As the Lady Luck travels through hyperspace back toward Coruscant, Joren Kel sits alone in his chambers in deep meditation. Although his physical body is on the floor of his chambers deep inside the Lady Luck, his mind is somewhere else.

Reaching out through the Force, Joren can feel billions of life forms all around him. The galaxy is teeming with beings in an infinite number of forms, and at this point in time, Joren can feel all of them.

For a moment, he could feel not only their presence, but the core of their very beings. Peace, love, heartache, fear, anger, failure and triumph surround him, course through him all at once. As he sits amid the torrent of different emotions, he only knows one desire...the desire to protect all those that he is feeling at this moment.

He wants to share in their victories...pick them up in the face of defeat and to comfort them in their grief.

Then he is suddenly aware of another presence, one much darker than the others. A presence of great power, a presence that is getting closer.

At this same moment, Joren is aware of the doors of his chambers sliding open, and with the interruption his connection to the other beings in the Force is severed. He slowly opens his eyes and sees his visitor, the old man Savien.

"What is it Savien?" Joren asks, careful not to let his irritation show in his voice.

"Sorry for disturbing you, son. But I was hoping that we might have a word."

"Of course, what is it?"

"I don't know how to say this, so I'll just be out with it."

"Go on then."

"Quite frankly my boy, I'm deeply concerned for you."

The old man's sudden admission surprises Joren, who leans back as the old man continues.

"Back in the casino, you could have ended that confrontation much sooner had you just followed my instructions and disposed of the Quaren. But you hesitated, and it nearly got you and the girl killed."

"Your instructions? You were the voice that I heard?"

"I was."

"And you...you were the dark presence I felt just now."

"Yes."

"What are you? A dark Jedi? A Sith?"

"I am a Sith Lord, yes."

"And why are you telling me this now? You know that I have to take you into custody."

"Joren, I'm an old man. I don't have much time left in this galaxy, so please, just let me explain myself. Once you've heard me out, if you feel that you must arrest me, then by all means do what you must. But please, just hear me out first."

"I'm listening."

"As I said, I'm an old man and it won't be long before I am one with the Force. I've been around for a long time, and I've seen alot in this galaxy of ours. I've seen unbridaled greed and the countless wars that it causes. I've seen lust for power, and how it's caused the downfall of so many. But I've also seen the infinite potential for good in the people of the galaxy, and truth be told, when I die I just want to have left the galaxy alittle neater than when I found it."

"And how do you propose to do this?"

"By creating a new Sith Order. With a new order, we can finally bring peae to the galaxy...a peace that neither the New Republic nor the Empire can hope to bring."

"The way that Palpatine and Vader had? No-"

"No my boy. Palpatine was an egomaniacal fool, and Vader was his puppet, no more in control of himself than a stuffed ewok on a child's holovid. Vader was controlled by his anger and his pain. He never learned to master those feelings, and Palpatine took advantage of that, manipulating Vader up until the very end. "

"But what you were trying to get me to do makes you no different from them. It's still the path of the dark side."

"You poor, foolish child. There is no such thing as the dark side, or the light side for that matter. They are both a part of the same Force." The old man snorts slightly as he chuckles to himself. "The Force is an all encompassing thing, Joren. It is neither light or dark, good nor evil. Those are human traits, or traits of a billion different life forms all throughout the galaxy."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that the things that you have been taught, by your father as well as your new instructor are simply outdated, inaccurrate theologies. Light and dark, good and evil, those are creations of sentient beings across the galaxy, meant to be a measuring stick for how we choose to live our lives. They have no relevance in the Force. Good and evil...light and dark...it's up to the individual to decide how they use that power which decides those things."

As Savien speaks, Joren listens intently. The things that the old man says do make sense, but there just seems to be something wrong about it.

"I am a Sith Lord, yes. What I am not, is a meglomaniac like Palpatine, or a monster like Vader. I'm just an old man who wants to do right in the galaxy, and who needs alittle help in doing that."

"I see."

"Do you? Do you really see? Joren, this galaxy is tearing itself apart. Wars beget wars. There are billions of beings across the galaxy that are suffering because of the conflict between these two governments, and let's face it my boy...this war will not end anytime soon. Eventually one side will win, but I fear that it will be too late. The galaxy will continue to tear itself apart, and there is nothing that the New Republic or the Empire will be able to do about it. They can't stop it, the Jedi can't stop it. But together, perhaps we can. Don't you think we owe it to the galaxy to try?"

Joren just sits there as the old man's words sink in.

"So do what you must. If you feel that you need to take me into custody, do it. But please, just think about what I've said my boy...and please, for the sake of the galaxy do what you can to set things right."

Joren puts a hand on the old man's shoulder.

"You're right...I'll join you. I want you to teach me the ways of the Sith, my master."

 

[Carnage27]

"We escaped from the first Death Star with less of a plan, if I recall. It's amazing what a natural gift for improvisation and plain dumb luck can get you through. We'll be fine."

"You're damn right we will," Han smiles before turning to Chewbacca. "Chewie, get to one of the smuggling compartments!"

"Grrrrr," he growls.

"I don't care how cramped they are, they're better than being dead!"

"Take this, too," I say to Chewie, handing him my lightsaber as he goes. "And you guys should get in costume. Mission, take us in."

"Oh sure, captain," she responds sarcastically. "I'll try not to fly suspiciously. You know fly casually."

"What the heck does that mean?" I ask.

"I dunno," she smiles at me. "Just giving you a hard time."

 

[wiegeabo]

We follow the old Jedi Master in an almost uncomfortable silence. C'baoth is somewhat different that what I had imagined. When I heard that a Jedi Master may be hiding on Jomark, an image of a wisened, old being quickly came to mind. That much was correct.

But there's something very different about the way C'baoth carries himself. Much different than, say, Mister Skywalker, Mister Vondar, or Mister Kel. He walks with the air of some sort of dignitary or nobleman. Perhaps this was the way of the Old Order?

I decided to break the silence.

"Master C'baoth, how long have you resided on this world? And how did you manage to survive the Empire's Purge, if you don't mind me asking?"

A wave of sadness, anger, and confusion washes over me for the briefest of moments. But C'baoth's voice betrays none of what he feels, remaining strong and self-assured.

"I have only been on this world a short while. Hence it's current state. But, fear not, soon we will help these people rise up and reach their full potential. I made significant progress on my last world, this will be no different."

"Your previous world?"

"A backwards planet. Unruly. Chaotic. But still my home for many years. And I turned them around. It's what the Jedi are meant to do."

I try to figure out just exactly what he means, but I'm still confused. "...Master," it still feels weird to say, "forgive my confusion...but what are the Jedi meant to do?"

C'baoth stops at the entrance to a small multistory building. "We help, people, Skywalker. We raise them up out of the filth, and show them the true path of the Force. Some people will always resist, but they all see the way eventually."

I consider C'baoth's answer, but it just raises a dozen new questions. Of course, that's what one usually gets when speaking to a Jedi. Trying to puzzle out what Yoda meant was sometimes harder than shooting a womprat from a speeder.

"Enough talk. You're voyage here has been long. Eat. Rest. Meditate. We will have plenty of time for discussion. Busy day tomorrow." He opens the door and gestures us inside. It's then I realize it's a small inn.

"Take whatever rooms you like. All has been prepared for your arrival. Anything you need, you shall have. Just ask." With that, C'baoth takes his leave.

 

[Rain Dog]

A wave of sadness, anger, and confusion washes over me for the briefest of moments. But C'baoth's voice betrays none of what he feels, remaining strong and self-assured.

"I have only been on this world a short while. Hence it's current state. But, fear not, soon we will help these people rise up and reach their full potential. I made significant progress on my last world, this will be no different."

"Your previous world?"

"A backwards planet. Unruly. Chaotic. But still my home for many years. And I turned them around. It's what the Jedi are meant to do."

I try to figure out just exactly what he means, but I'm still confused. "...Master," it still feels weird to say, "forgive my confusion...but what are the Jedi meant to do?"

C'baoth stops at the entrance to a small multistory building. "We help, people, Skywalker. We raise them up out of the filth, and show them the true path of the Force. Some people will always resist, but they all see the way eventually."

I consider C'baoth's answer, but it just raises a dozen new questions. Of course, that's what one usually gets when speaking to a Jedi. Trying to puzzle out what Yoda meant was sometimes harder than shooting a womprat from a speeder.

"Enough talk. You're voyage here has been long. Eat. Rest. Meditate. We will have plenty of time for discussion. Busy day tomorrow." He opens the door and gestures us inside. It's then I realize it's a small inn.

"Take whatever rooms you like. All has been prepared for your arrival. Anything you need, you shall have. Just ask." With that, C'baoth takes his leave.

"Thank you, Master C'baoth," I say with a slight bow before the old Jedi leaves us. I take a moment to inspect the inn before turning my attention to Skywalker.

"What do you think, Mister Skywalker? Do you believe we shall learn much from Master C'baoth? I am rather excited, I must admit."

 

[NiteMare Shape]

"No Master, I don't believe that would work." Joren says after listening to Savien's plans for dealing with the New Jedi Order.

"Explain yourself, my apprentice."

"Mon Mothma is too sympathetic to the Jedi cause. Her dealings with Palpatine has left her eternally grateful to the Jedi for eliminating him. She would never turn against Skywalker or the Order."

"I see." Savien says as he puts his hands together, intertwining his fingers. "What do you propose?"

"The Bothan, Fey'lya would prove to be a more receptive audience. He is mistrustful of the Jedi at best. He appears to be waiting for an excuse to sever the relationship between the Jedi and the New Republic. He would be our best bet."

"Very good my boy. Have you given any thought to who will serve as you apprentice? Perhaps the girl, Deena?"

"No Master, Deena is much too entrenched in the Jedi way. She would never turn away from that path. But I do believe that I can sway Huc Vondar to our cause. We were close once, I believe that he will see that we are in the right."

*** ​

After Joren and Savien discuss their plans further, Joren makes his way to the cockpit, where Dono and Deena are piloting theLady Luck.​

"Open a channel to Coruscant." Joren says as he sits in front of the communications array. After Dono indicates that the com channel has been opened, Joren begins to speak into the com.​

"This is Joren Kel on the Lady Luck with an urgent message for Master Skywalker."​

"Jedi Kel, this is Winter. It is good to hear from you. I take it your mission went well?"​

"It did, thank you. But I need to speak to Master Skywalker, I made some unsettling discoveries while we were on our mission, it is something he will want to attend to personally."​

"I'm sorry Joren, Master Skywalker isn't here. He's currently attending to business elsewhere and is not able to be reached. If you need to, you can try to reach Kam Salusar at the academy."​

Joren supresses the urge to curse before responding.​

"Thank you Winter, we''ll be arriving shortly. If you hear from Master Skywalker, let him know we have some urgent news." Joren says as he terminates the communication.​

 

[NiteMare Shape]

"No Master, I don't believe that would work." Joren says after listening to Savien's plans for dealing with the New Jedi Order.

"Explain yourself, my apprentice."

"Mon Mothma is too sympathetic to the Jedi cause. Her dealings with Palpatine has left her eternally grateful to the Jedi for eliminating him. She would never turn against Skywalker or the Order."

"I see." Savien says as he puts his hands together, intertwining his fingers. "What do you propose?"

"The Bothan, Fey'lya would prove to be a more receptive audience. He is mistrustful of the Jedi at best. He appears to be waiting for an excuse to sever the relationship between the Jedi and the New Republic. He would be our best bet."

"Very good my boy. Have you given any thought to who will serve as you apprentice? Perhaps the girl, Deena?"

"No Master, Deena is much too entrenched in the Jedi way. She would never turn away from that path. But I do believe that I can sway Huc Vondar to our cause. We were close once, I believe that he will see that we are in the right."

*** ​

After Joren and Savien discuss their plans further, Joren makes his way to the cockpit, where Dono and Deena are piloting theLady Luck.​

"Open a channel to Coruscant." Joren says as he sits in front of the communications array. After Dono indicates that the com channel has been opened, Joren begins to speak into the com.​

"This is Joren Kel on the Lady Luck with an urgent message for Master Skywalker."​

"Jedi Kel, this is Winter. It is good to hear from you. I take it your mission went well?"​

"It did, thank you. But I need to speak to Master Skywalker, I made some unsettling discoveries while we were on our mission, it is something he will want to attend to personally."​

"I'm sorry Joren, Master Skywalker isn't here. He's currently attending to business elsewhere and is not able to be reached. If you need to, you can try to reach Kam Salusar at the academy."​

Joren supresses the urge to curse before responding.​

"Thank you Winter, we''ll be arriving shortly. If you hear from Master Skywalker, let him know we have some urgent news." Joren says as he terminates the communication.​

As the Lady Luck enters into Coruscanti airspace, the ship is directed to a landing pad near the old Imperial Palace. As the ship descends, Joren is able to make out a small crowd of beings gathered on the landing pad awaiting their arrival.

"See that?" Dono asks rhetorically.

"I see it. Mon Mothma, Fey'lya and a few others."

"Well, this can't be good."

***​

Joren and the others begin making their way down the boarding ramp. He notices the looks on the faces of the politicians when they see the old man, Savien walking down the ramp with the others.​

Savien takes their uncertain looks as a que, and makes his way to the front of the group right up to Mon Mothma, which makes the security force surrounding her somewhat uncomfortable. However, they release their grips on their weapons as he stops and extends his hand.​

"Greetings, I am-" His words are cut off by the snap his of a lightsaber ignighting behind him.​

"His name is Savien, and he is a Sith Lord." Joren says as he holds his lightsaber at the base of Savien's neck.​

As Coruscanti Security surrounds the old man and takes him into custody he begins to laugh, before turning back to Joren.​

"Oh my boy, I was right about you. You do have the makings of a great Sith." He says as they haul him away, as the everyone looks around in confusion over what had just happened.​

 

[wiegeabo]

"Thank you, Master C'baoth," I say with a slight bow before the old Jedi leaves us. I take a moment to inspect the inn before turning my attention to Skywalker.

"What do you think, Mister Skywalker? Do you believe we shall learn much from Master C'baoth? I am rather excited, I must admit."

Boolon's enthusiasm is always infectious. And it actually shakes me out of my worries for a moment. Perhaps I'm just being overly suspicious because I was expecting this C'baoth to be like Ben and Yoda.

For the first time since arriving in town, I smile, and feel the tension drain away. "I think you're right. We're going to learn a lot here. Let's grab something to eat."

***

The morning light slips through my room's uncovered window and wakes me up. They must rise at dawn in this town, which is fine with me. I quickly stretch out all my muscles and then sit on the floor, stretching out the most important muscle with some light meditation.

But a knock at my door interrupts my thoughts. "Yes?" I ask.

The door opens and C'baoth stands at the entryway.

I stand quickly "Oh, Master C'baoth. I didn't expect you-"

"I could sense your meditations...you did not sense my approach?"

"...No...honestly, I didn't," I say, somewhat confused and slightly embarrassed.

C'baoth smiles slightly. "Lesson one." He claps his hands together. "Now, let us retrieve my other student, and get to work."

I finish pulling on my robes and attach my saber to my belt. His student? "Certainly. Although..."

C'baoth stops. "Although what?" he says with an undercurrent of suspicion.

"It would be nice to get something to eat."

C'baoth stares at me for a few moments. "Hahaha. Very good. Yes. Food. Of course. I have already eaten. A Jedi must always be ready. Lesson two. Come, let us gather the other. You shall eat when we arrive."

"Arrive?"

C'baoth just grins and walks off towards Boolon's room.

 

[Rain Dog]

Boolon's enthusiasm is always infectious. And it actually shakes me out of my worries for a moment. Perhaps I'm just being overly suspicious because I was expecting this C'baoth to be like Ben and Yoda.

For the first time since arriving in town, I smile, and feel the tension drain away. "I think you're right. We're going to learn a lot here. Let's grab something to eat."

***

The morning light slips through my room's uncovered window and wakes me up. They must rise at dawn in this town, which is fine with me. I quickly stretch out all my muscles and then sit on the floor, stretching out the most important muscle with some light meditation.

But a knock at my door interrupts my thoughts. "Yes?" I ask.

The door opens and C'baoth stands at the entryway.

I stand quickly "Oh, Master C'baoth. I didn't expect you-"

"I could sense your meditations...you did not sense my approach?"

"...No...honestly, I didn't," I say, somewhat confused and slightly embarrassed.

C'baoth smiles slightly. "Lesson one." He claps his hands together. "Now, let us retrieve my other student, and get to work."

I finish pulling on my robes and attach my saber to my belt. His student? "Certainly. Although..."

C'baoth stops. "Although what?" he says with an undercurrent of suspicion.

"It would be nice to get something to eat."

C'baoth stares at me for a few moments. "Hahaha. Very good. Yes. Food. Of course. I have already eaten. A Jedi must always be ready. Lesson two. Come, let us gather the other. You shall eat when we arrive."

"Arrive?"

C'baoth just grins and walks off towards Boolon's room.

I slowly and, I must admit, reluctantly peel myself from my warm mattress and sunlight begins to fill the room. I groggily lift myself to my feet and rub my eye stalks. I was unable to get much sleep. My mind was too preoccupied with my training to rest. I could not stop imagining what sorts of secrets of the Force would be revealed to Mister Skywalker and I. My training had been delayed far too long. This is exactly what I needed.

The door slides open to reveal the old Jedi Master standing beside Skywalker. I quickly straighten my posture and wipe away any notion of tiredness from my mind.

"Good morning, Master C'baoth. Mister Skywalker," I say, bowing to each.

"Are we to begin?"

 

[wiegeabo]

"Shuttle prepped and ready for launch, Admiral."

I nod to the lieutenant and continue to read the latest reports from the field.

The lieutenant shuffles uncomfortable. "We can...launch anytime, sir."

"I'm well aware what 'prepped and ready for launch' means, Lieutenant."

"Yes, sir!" he says smartly.

I just continue to peruse the reports. The Rebels, as always, prove to be a tenacious thorn in the Empire's side. Skirmishes continue to fall our way, for the most part. But they have been able to successfully win more than their fair share. But it just goes to prove the fact that they are fighters who prefer to be the underdogs. A fact the Emperor learned all too well.

But they're obviously not used to being in charge. To being in the 'dominant' position. Delta Sources reports are most interesting. Extreme inexperience, political infighting, unrest with the citizenry, and fear from the unaligned worlds. All in all, things continue to move according to plan.

It truly is good to be in the dominant position. Especially when you're opponent thinks it's the position they hold.

Just like the Rebellion. Just like Zsinj.

"You may launch now, Lieutenant."

"Aye, sir. Launch control...this is Chimera One..."

The shuttle lands smoothly, and my guards are instantly standing at the door, ready to proceed me and keep me surrounded. I suppress a grin as to their initiative. Pellaeon gave them this order behind my back. Good for him.

I point to the higher ranking solders. "You four, follow behind me. The rest, remain here."

"Sir," the squad leader speaks up, "we were ordered to protect you."

"Obviously. But we are all friends on this ship," I say with a subtle note of sarcasm. "And if we aren't..." I spare a glance at Rukh, who nods and moves so swiftly as to be nearly invisible.
​

"Open the door, soldier." The shuttle's ramp extends as the doors open, and I stride confidently onto the deck of the Iron Fist...

 

[NiteMare Shape]

As the Lady Luck enters into Coruscanti airspace, the ship is directed to a landing pad near the old Imperial Palace. As the ship descends, Joren is able to make out a small crowd of beings gathered on the landing pad awaiting their arrival.

"See that?" Dono asks rhetorically.

"I see it. Mon Mothma, Fey'lya and a few others."

"Well, this can't be good."

***​

Joren and the others begin making their way down the boarding ramp. He notices the looks on the faces of the politicians when they see the old man, Savien walking down the ramp with the others.​

Savien takes their uncertain looks as a que, and makes his way to the front of the group right up to Mon Mothma, which makes the security force surrounding her somewhat uncomfortable. However, they release their grips on their weapons as he stops and extends his hand.​

"Greetings, I am-" His words are cut off by the snap his of a lightsaber ignighting behind him.​

"His name is Savien, and he is a Sith Lord." Joren says as he holds his lightsaber at the base of Savien's neck.​

As Coruscanti Security surrounds the old man and takes him into custody he begins to laugh, before turning back to Joren.​

"Oh my boy, I was right about you. You do have the makings of a great Sith." He says as they haul him away, as the everyone looks around in confusion over what had just happened.​

As Savien is hauled off by Coruscant security, Mon Mothma approaches Joren and begins to speak in hushed tones.

"I'm glad that you've returned. We have a situation that we believes requires Jedi intervention, and with Master Skywalker and Jedi Vondar away on missions of their own, you are the only one that we believe will be able to help us."

Joren can hardly keep the annoyance off of his face. He wants nothing more than to spend some quality time alone with Kelsa after rescuing her from Silvak, yet his duty to the New Republic again is keeping them apart.

"Surely, there must be someone else who is more qualified than me to take this mission."

"I'm afraid not, I do apologize." She says, nodding sympathetically toward Kelsa. "But as I said, we do believe that this will require a Jedi's unique abilities."

"I understand. What is it that you need me to do?"

"Not here. We need to discuss the matter in a less...public setting." She says as she motions for Joren to follow.

 

[NiteMare Shape]

As Savien is hauled off by Coruscant security, Mon Mothma approaches Joren and begins to speak in hushed tones.

"I'm glad that you've returned. We have a situation that we believes requires Jedi intervention, and with Master Skywalker and Jedi Vondar away on missions of their own, you are the only one that we believe will be able to help us."

Joren can hardly keep the annoyance off of his face. He wants nothing more than to spend some quality time alone with Kelsa after rescuing her from Silvak, yet his duty to the New Republic again is keeping them apart.

"Surely, there must be someone else who is more qualified than me to take this mission."

"I'm afraid not, I do apologize." She says, nodding sympathetically toward Kelsa. "But as I said, we do believe that this will require a Jedi's unique abilities."

"I understand. What is it that you need me to do?"

"Not here. We need to discuss the matter in a less...public setting." She says as she motions for Joren to follow.

After being led to the meeting chambers of the Provisional Council, Joren sits in an over plush chair as he listens to Mon Mothma explain the current crisis that the fledgling New Republic government is facing.

She explains that a young human named Pax Mitel, the son of a prominant Nubian diplomat has gone missing, presumably kidnapped by unknown assailants. The only clue left behind was a piece of flimsy demanding a ransom of 30 million credits be delivered to the Meltdown Cafe on Nar Shaddaa in 4 days.

Growing up on Nar Shaddaa, Joren was familiar with the establishment, and was less than enthusiastic about venturing there. His homeworld still holds alot of painful memories that he would rather not revisit. However, knowing that as a Jedi, he has a duty to go where he is required.

"When do we leave?" He asks, finally breaking the momentary silence.

"As soon as possible."

"Give me a few hours, there are a few things I'd like to attend to, and I need some time to put my command team together."


"Of course. When you board your ship for Nar Shaddaa, I would like you to take a look at this. These are the specifics that you'll need to know for your mission. But be discrete, this is a very...sensitive matter and if things go badly, the relations between the New Republic and Nubia could become quite strained. And I don't believe I have to tell you what that could mean for us." She says as she hands him a piece of flimsi.


Joren nods as he gets to his way from the meeting chambers, heading back to the apartment that he had shared with Dono, Nyna and Kelsa.