Tower of Time: Long Ago and Far Away
   

All in a Day's Work

1. Flash in the pan

“Kionee, could we listen to a different song?” Roshind asked her younger sister as broke through Ryloth's atmosphere.

“But I love it!” she protested, “I've been wanting to get this recording for forever.”

“Yes,” Roshind sighed, “But we've been listening to it on repeat since we loaded up the shipment of Twi'lek root vegetables. Don't you think that's a little much?”

Kionee twisted a lock of hair absently around her finger. “Don't you think the Sandlights are some of the most brilliant song writers ever?” she said dreamily.

“Kionee, they were a one-hit-wonder.”


2. Out on a limb

Roshind made her way through the dense Rodian jungle, her hand on her blaster. “If dad found out I'd let her wander off into the forest with her friends...” Roshind murmured, “Worse yet, if MT found out...”

Suddenly, she heard unmistakably human crying up above her. Caught between two large boughs was a broken branch, and wrapped around it clung her eight-year-old sister. “Kionee!” she exclaimed, both relieved and terrified.

“Help!” Kionee squeaked.

“How in the force did you get there?” Roshind demanded.

“I--” she started, “Please don't tell MT-412 on me.”


3. Out of the blue

Roshind reclined happily on a deck chair, taking in the gentle sea breeze. The water lapped quietly against the edge of the platform. On any other day, she would be swimming around with the Aqualishes, but after a long circuit to some of the coldest, filthiest, and driest planets she knew of, Roshind needed a day of quiet sun bathing.

“One, two, three!”

Suddenly her chair was shoved forward, off the platform and into the sea.

Roshind hit the water with a splash. “Cash! Kionee!” she sputtered, “I'll get you for this!”

Her siblings only laughed harder.


4. Wet behind the ears

“Ah, Roshind Rinnh,” The Bothan behind the counter said smiling, “It's always a pleasure to see you. What sorts of fruits do you have to offer us this time? We've been wishing for some aeglic lately.”

“Actually,” Roshind said, grinning, “Kionee here is going to take over the negotiations.”

As Roshind patted her on the back, Kionee stiffened. “I am?” she squeaked.

“Be nice to her, this will be her first time,” Roshind said, ignoring Kionee.

He gave a toothy grin, “Of course. But don't expect me to be generous.”

Kionee swallowed hard.


5. Heat of the moment

Roshind ducked and rolled, then came up for another kick. It missed its mark, but she managed to take the Rodian's feet out from under him. He was up again in moments, throwing two punches at her. The first hit her shoulder, but she grabbed his wrist, pivoted out of the way and used his momentum to throw him past her and onto the ground. Victory is almost mine.

Just then, Kionee shuffled in, crying.

She snapped up, “What's the matter?”

“Aren't you going to finish the duel?” the Rodian demanded.

Saying nothing, she hurried to her sister.


6. Impossible

Kionee stared down at the computer readings. Little red dots swarmed everywhere while her own point of green floated a safe distance away. Hopefully the Mandalorians hadn't noticed them yet. The Viridian was still out of their sight-line, at any rate.

“We could come at Lorrd from the other side. They seem to be less concentrated around the south pole,” Kionee started, “If we fly low over the glaciers, we could fool their sensors.”

“It's impossible,” Veea, her Rodian copilot shook her head firmly, “There's hundreds of them.”

“But those people are starving!” Kionee protested.


7. Unlikely

Kionee and Veea crouched behind a pile of discarded storage cylinders, peering between them. All around them, Mandalorians marched back and forth. At their backs, the pine forest of Vanquo was still and silent. Even that made Kionee nervous.

“You got us in, we delivered supplies to the refugees, now what?” Veea whispered.

“We sneak back to the Viridian, on the other side of this mountain,” Kionee said with false confidence.

“After we sneak past a whole company of Neo-Crusaders?” Veea retorted, “I'm sure they won't notice a tall human girl and a Rodian strolling through.”


8. Reasonable

“No, you be reasonable!” her father reprimanded over the hololink, “I don't know how you survived all your other runs, but your blockade running ends here. I'm not going to lose my baby girl to this war.”

“But what we're doing is important,” Kionee protested.

“You're only seventeen, let someone else do it,” he pleaded.

“Dad, no one else is doing it. Not even the republic is helping these systems,” Kionee said plaintively.

Gad was silent.

“She's saved hundreds of lives already,” Veea offered.

“Promise me you'll be careful,” he said at last.


9. Probable

“So you're the blockade runner I've heard about,” Admiral Karath strolled across the bridge towards her.

“Yes sir, I'm Kionee Rinnh,” she said and stiffened up to her full height, significantly taller than the admiral.

“I had expected someone older,” he chuckled.

“No, the best are young and reckless,” Veea chided. Thankfully, Karath didn't seem to understand Rodian.

He shook Kionee's hand, “I have a job for you. Taris is under Mandalorian control and we need to get supplies in as soon as possible. Can you help us out?”

“Yes, probably,” Kionee answered nodding.


10. Definite

“They've taken Commenor and its shipyards,” Kionee said lividly as she scanned the headlines. “They cut off all the trade routes too.”

“What's the Republic army doing?” Veea asked, craning to see Kionee's screen.

“They're tied up in the battles around Onderon and Taris,” Kionee replied, taking a deep breath, “I think we'd better cancel our Ithor pick-up and head for the supply station at Arkania instead.”

“I thought we were done doing dangerous runs without Republic backing,” Veea said apprehensively.

“We've got friends on Commenor,” Kionee replied, “We have to go."


11. Truth

As the Revanchist spoke, all the color faded from Bryony's face. The Mandalorians had attacked Cathar and massacred its people. The Republic had done nothing, and worse yet, neither had the Jedi.

“The Jedi are guardians of peace; guardians of the peoples of this galaxy,” Roan'ev reminded the listening crowd of Jedi, “It goes against our very principles to ignore this threat and its victims. We Jedi can turn the tide of a battle, and we must, or many more lives will be lost.”

Though Bryony had not yet made up her mind, her heart was already set.


12. Trust

“Master Kavar,” Bryony started quietly. It was one thing to make up your own mind to disobey the council, but entirely another to break the news to your master—your friend.

He turned towards her, “Yes Bryony?”

“I'm leaving to join the war with Roan'ev and Alek,” she said, then hastily added, “with your permission.”

“I don't want you to go, my padawan, but I cannot stop you,” Kavar said with a sigh, “I sense in you that need to help others. I must trust you to make your own decisions now.”

“Thank you.”


13. Honor

“Where's your sense of honor?” Atris demanded, bleary-eyed with tears. She had been waiting in the courtyard for Bryony to pass through. “I heard the masters talking. They said you've disobeyed the council and you're going off to war. Why? How could you do this? You're a Jedi!”

“Atris, I have to,” Bryony pleaded with her, “I can't stay cooped up here in this enclave while people are dying and no one's doing anything about it.”

“Don't leave,” Atris begged, “You're my friend.”

Bryony looked away, “I'm sorry, but I have to go.”


14. Loyalty

The rains of Duxn drizzled down on the heads of Bryony and her soldiers. They shivered, jumping at the slightest noise. It had been a long day, and they had already suffered numerous casualties at the hands of the Mandalorians.

But the reinforcements hadn't come and there was no turning back.

“I know this is going to be one of the toughest battles we've ever fought, but we must press on,” she encouraged them, “The entire Republic is counting on us to defend the peace. I'm counting on you all.”

The soldiers cheered. “Lead on, General Thuvell!”


15. Love

Bryony's footsteps echoed down the halls of the Jedi Temple. Jedi brushed out of her way, watching her, but none said a word.

Darkness. Emptiness. Coldness. It couldn't be described.

The Mass Shadow Generator didn't destroy her as it had thousands of others, but it might as well have.

How could she have know the consequences of their victory? The terrible cost?

Facing the door to the council chamber, she knew that Kavar and Atris and the other masters, sat ready to condemn her.

But worse than that feeling was the cold stare of her brother. The brother she'd loved.


16. Gaze

Carth finally found Ev up in the gun turret. Climbing half way up the ladder, he leaned back and called, “There you are.”

Ev didn't acknowledge him. She only continued to stare out into the undulating darkness of hyperspace.

“Look, Ev, I'm sorry about Bastila,” he started. Ev was hard to read, but he'd been around her long enough to guess that she was upset. “She's just—”

“A spoiled, power-loving Jedi,” Ev finished for him, “You don't need to apologize for her, Carth.” She sighed. “I don't even know how I got into this...”


17. Wink

As Carth watched on the edge of the practice ring, Bastila made a skilled feint, and Ev responded with a scream and a lunge that knocked the more experienced jedi off her feet. Bastila cursed. Breathing hard, Ev stepped back.

“You're using your frustration,” Bastila reprimanded, “To channel that is to flirt with the dark side side. You must be more careful!”

“Look,” Ev said defensively, “I'm a soldier. When I learned to fight the fist time, that wasn't part of the training.” Seeing Carth in the corner, she winked at him.

“Focus,” Bastila sighed.


18. Distance

With every passing day, Ev was becoming more like a jedi. Or at least that's what he heard. Not that he would know. He hadn't seen Ev for nearly a week, but she was as confined to the small enclave as he was.

Pacing around the Ebon Hawk, Carth's mind was elsewhere. There's a war out there that I should be fighting, and I'm stuck here. They wanted me to stay with Bastila and her mission, but Bastila herself said she's not going anywhere until Ev is well trained.

“Don't jedi take years to train?” he asked out loud.


19. Cold as Ice

Ev brushed by Carth in the ship's back corridor. He tried to say something, but the words caught in his throat. Meanwhile she acted as if he wasn't even there.

“Ev—“ he finally mustered, but she had swept away.

“Jolee, you want to join me on this one?” he hear her call.

Carth had taken a risk. A risk he never thought he'd dare to take since the death of his wife. And now the wound Morgan left in his heart was torn open again. It was more than he could bear.

There was no refusal; only silence.


20. Eternal Flame

“I don't like the idea of you going into that temple by yourself,” Carth fretted, taking Ev's hand, “It's probably crawling with Sith.”

“You think I like it any better?” Ev raised an eyebrow. “This is our only chance to get that disrupter field down. Without that, we have no chance of defeating Malak.”

“I know. It's just...” Carth sighed.

“I'll come back in one piece, I promise,” Ev reassured him, drawing closer.

“Please, be careful,” he urged hesitatingly, “I love you.”

Ev answered him with a kiss then, blushing, hurried away.


21. Steps

Dressed for the first time in loose Jedi garb, Ev stood incredulously before Master Zhar and Bastila. Why they would bother train a thirty-year-old is still beyond me...

“Are you ready to begin, Evrue Pell?” Zhar asked.

Ev cringed at the use of her full name. “Yes master,” she replied nodding.

“Well then, we shall start with meditation,” he explained, “It is the most fundamental exercise for Jedi. Bastila, would you explain meditation basics to Evrue?”

“Yes, Master Zhar,” Bastila nodded confidently and stepped forward, “First, you must be still, both in body and mind.”


22. Stride

Ev strode eagerly through the enclave's lower garden and into the long corridor. She had an hour free and she knew exactly what she was going to do. She had not known that the enclave had a library, that is, until Zhar mentioned it that afternoon. Studying the works there could certainly jump start her Jedi training education.

Bastila, however, met her at the library door with a stern glare. “I thought I sensed your intentions to come here. The library is closed to apprentices. You are not yet ready for the information it holds,” Bastila scolded.

Ev scowled.


23. Stumble

Sparring with practice blades, Bastila and Ev dueled across the floor. Now that Bastila only used a single-bladed weapon, Ev's skill with a single vibroblade gave her an advantage. Though the women were matched for strength and size, Ev quickly had the younger though senior Jedi boxed into a corner.

Somehow, Bastila had lost track of her surroundings and stumbled off the back of the raised practice floor.

Ev laughed, “Gotcha!”

“Your form is still sloppy,” Bastila accused. “You must fight through the grace of the force, not through raw power. Let the force flow through you.”


24. Leap

Bastila swung her two-bladed weapon swiftly at Ev. Having two blades to contend with kept Ev much more on her toes. She had to block and lunge almost twice as fast to keep up. One blade swung high while the other swept low.

Almost instinctively, she began to pivot and twist, agilely dancing around Bastila. Bastila brought down a particularly swift strike, and Ev leaped into the air, somersaulting over her head and landing behind her.

Stunned at what she'd just done, Ev lowered her weapon and stepped back.

“I didn't teach you to do that,” Bastila said slowly.


25. Fall

Ev sat calmly in the middle of the floor. She breathed deeply, letting the force flow through her; letting it become her strength.

The book to her right lifted slowly into the air, then the book on her left. She held them steady.

Reaching out, she smoothly lifted the chair. “A chair, a book, a ship; size makes no difference in the force,” Zhar had said. Everything was light.

Books, a chair—a ship? Like the Ebon Hawk. The ship that her friends waited on while she trained.

All three objects plummeted to the ground.

“Focus!” Bastila reprimanded her.


26. Gallant
Cash headed back for the Amber Star after a long day of negotiations with a newly-formed Rodian farmer's guild. The debates were long, but now they had another source of kialaa.

As he passed into the docking bays, he heard a woman cursing. Absently looking around, he saw sparks flying up from the bow of a small passenger freighter.

“Do you need some help?” he called.

A dark-haired woman appeared from behind the ship, “Know anything about particle engines?”

“Sure,” he replied, grinning, “I'm Cash, by the way.”

“I'm Laurel,” she smiled back at him.

27. Filial
It was a hot day on Ryloth. Then again, when wasn't it? That Cash was already having a bad day wasn't helping. Cash unloaded numerous crates, all emblazoned with “Rinnh Imports” in silver and blue lettering.

A couple of Twi'lek men lazed chatting along his path. “Rinnh Imports, huh?” one of them scoffed, “What a bunch of money-loving tycoons.”

Cash snapped. He dropped the crate and punched the Twi'lek in the chest.

“Do you hate off-world produce?” Cash demanded.

“What's with you?” he growled, “Dedicated employee?”

“Gad Rinnh is my dad,” Cash fumed.

28. Vexation
As Cash finished up his last stop of his run, MT-412 was the last person he wanted to hear from.

“Kionee has eaten something she shouldn't have, and now she's very ill,” Emtee explained. “The Drallish midsummer festival is very soon ,so Master Gad requested that you come and take Kionee's shipment to Drall.”

“But I promised Laurel I—” Cash protested.

“Laurel can wait,” the droid snapped, “There is fruit to be delivered and I will not allow Kionee to pilot just now.

Cash gritted his teeth then sighed, “Alright, I'm on my way.”

29. Sublime
Roshind looked at Cash skeptically, then glanced back at the crate of fruit between them. “What are these?” she asked with an eyebrow raised. The crate was filled with small, elliptical, green fruit with a thick shriveled skin.

“The Trandoshen I bought them from called them avrefods,” Cash answered, shrugging. “I'd never heard of it before.”

Roshind took one, sliced in half, and studied it. She took a bite and puckered. “These are really just sub-par limes,” Roshind observed distastefully.

“Hey, don't blame me,” Cash said and laughed, “I was just doing market research.”

30. Superficial
“Isn't she beautiful?” Cash asked with a contented sigh as he watched Laurel stride away and board her own ship. She turned and waved, smiling. Cash giddily waved back before she disappeared up the ramp.

“Sure,” Kionee replied, “But I hope you like her for other reasons than that.”

“Of course I do,” Cash said defensively, “Laurel is sweet and intelligent, even if she doesn't know how to fix a ship. She loves to travel and meet new people. She—”

Kionee laughed, “Okay, I get it. Just checking. You really do love her, then.”



31. No Turning Back
Androl, Egren, and Cheiaya stood cowering before Krynda Draay and Haazen. Only Egren seemed collected and calm. What the trio of padawans had discovered—what they couldn't ever speak of—

“It has been decided,” Krynda began; she stood proudly erect, “That you three will join the Jedi Covenant. Once you become full Jedi Knights, you will take up the role of Shadows.”

“Shadows?” Androl stammered.

Krynda ignored him, “You will assist us in the collection and destruction of Sith artifacts while the records of your existence will be wiped out of the Jedi Archives. You will disappear.”

32. No Backing Down
Cheiaya's lekku twitched. As she stood in the center of the Hall of Knighthood, she could see her two friends Androl and Egren out of the corner of her eye. She was the last to be knighted, and she knew what it meant for them now.

Her master, Kadren Ilyumaia ignited his lightsaber and smiled warmly, “Cheiaya Sraam, by the right of the Council, by the will of the Force, I dub thee, Jedi Knight of the Republic.” She had no braid to slice off, but his words were enough.

The entire assembly of Jedi cheered.

We will disappear.


33. Nowhere to Run
Clutching the parcel close to his chest, Egren sprinted down the long stone corridor. It wasn't enough. He could hear footsteps rapidly closing in on him from behind. Shoving it into his belt, the Drall dropped his front paws to the cold floor and scurried as quickly as his limbs would allow.

All the walls were bare of windows. All the doors led nowhere. Androl would have the ship prepped already, if he could get there in time.

Egren had only this one path to take, but his pursuers would soon overcome him. That was inevitable.

Trust in the Force...


34. No One to Trust
Weaving through the Nubian marketplace, she saw him: Master Ilyumaia. Cheiaya abruptly turned and plunged back into the crowd, but it was too late.

“I don't believe my eyes!” he exclaimed, making his way towards her, “Is that Cheiaya Sraam?”

“Master!” putting a calm smile on her face, she exclaimed, “I didn't see you there.”

“Cheiaya!” He embraced her, “It's been nearly four years. What have you been up to?”

“Oh, I've been around,” she answered lamely, “traveling.” I can't lie to my old master, but I can't tell the truth either.

35. No Place to Hide
Tatooine. Hot, dry, and without any cover to speak of. Lacking any landmarks, the dune sea was just the sort of place to hide ancient artifacts that were never to be found. Of course, it was Androl's job to locate exactly such unfindable artifacts.

Early in the cool morning, he and his two companions had split up, trusting on the Force to lead them to their goal.
In the distance, through blurry heat, Androl could see a heard of bantha.

He hoped that there were no Tuskan Raiders near by. They would be able to see him from kilometers away.


36. A Little Bit of This

“Mistress Kionee, might I ask what you are doing?” MT-412 asked, scuttling after her down the walkways of Coruscant.

“We've got some time off, and I saw this sign for a salsa dance club,” Kionee explained, waiting for the protocol droid to catch up.

“You don't know how to dance,” Emtee pointed out.

“It said that there were free beginner lessons,” Kionee said, “I've always wanted to learn a little bit of dancing. Maybe they'll even teach droids.”

“I will pass and return to the ship,” Emtee responded politely, “Don't stay out late.”


37. Anything But That
Kionee tossed uncomfortably in her bunk. Since departing from Onderon, she had been getting sicker and sicker.

Emtee clanked into her bunk room and asked, “Have you checked your temperature lately?”

“Yes,” she groaned, “And it's worse.”

“I looked up your symptoms, and it seems that you have the Draxyl Flu,”the droid diagonised, “It has been going around the citadel lately.”

“Can it be treated?” Kionee asked miserably.

“Med-Net suggested strong caryle tea,” Emtee answered.

Kionee grimaced, “I hate that stuff. Is there anything else?”

Emtee ignored her, “I'll go brew some.”


38. Not For Nothing
Kionee had received a rush order from one of the Rinnh's regular customers on Alderaan in the middle of the night while still on Commenor. After a long night and morning of loading, flying, and unloading, Kionee was exhausted.

“Kionee, we really appreciate this,” Salma patted her gently on the back. “We had no idea that the visiting envoys would need a banquet. You have saved us from a lot of embarrassment. To express our gratitude, we would like to take you to the opera house tonight.”

“I'd love to go,” Kionee exclaimed,”I've never been before.”


39. Everything Else
The Selkath customs officers strolled around her cargo hold, clicking thoughtfully.

“Where is everything else?” one Selkath asked. Since Kionee's knowledge of the language was limited, Emtee translated.

Startled, Kionee scanned the hold. There was little there, but everything was accounted for. “Emtee, we didn't claim more than just this, did we?” she asked.

“No, mistress,” he replied.

“This is everything,” Kionee answered the officers, who glanced at each other suspiciously.

She frowned, “I'm not smuggling, if that's what you're asking.”


40. What Matters Most

Kionee stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the headlines flash across the cantina screen.

“Taris bombarded by Sith fleet. City destroyed. No known survivors escaped.”

She felt a sinking in the pit of her stomach. “Roshind was supposed to have been in that sector!” Kionee was unable to utter more than a whisper.

“How terrible!” Emtee commented, gazing at the news.

“Cancel our engagements for this afternoon,” Kionee ordered.

“But—” the droid protested.

“I need make sure Roshind is okay,” Kionee said stubbornly.



41. Necklace

“Bryony!” Mical called from the loading ramp of the Ebon Hawk.

She turned back towards him but did not answer.

He hurried over to her, holding out a tiny woven draw-string pouch on a long cord.

“What's this?” she asked, letting Mical drop it into her hand.

“You have been under a lot of stress lately,” he replied slowly. “It's a mix of herbs to help you relax if you wear it around your neck. It won't dull your senses at all, though,” Mical added hastily.

A small, tired smile crossed her lips, “Thanks Mical.”


42. Earrings
“You know,” Mira lectured lazily as she and Bryony ate, “If you actually used the fact that you're a woman, that could be a good persuasive tool. You're pretty.”

Bryony raised an eyebrow, but continued eating silently.

“Wearing a dress every once in a while, or at least something low cut could be good,” Mira continued, “Like that dancer's thing you wore for Vogga the Hutt.”

Bryony almost choked, “No thanks. You didn't see the stares I got.”

“That's the point!” Mira exclaimed, and then suggested hopefully, “How about some earrings at least?”


43. Watch
The atmosphere of the Ebon Hawk was tense.

“Bryony should have been back hours ago,” Atton murmured as he paced past Bao-Dur again.

Mical stubbornly cleaned and reorganized the med bay for the third time that afternoon while the Handmaiden continued to spar violently against empty air. The Miraluka had locked herself away for extended meditation. Even T3 seemed irritable.

Bao-Dur tried to keep himself busy with ship repairs, but he couldn't help but wonder. What happened?

Suddenly, he heard footsteps climbing up the ramp. Bryony looked exhausted, but whole.

“General, do you carry a watch?” he chided.


44. Belt
Bryony wrapped the brown tunic around her and fastened her belt around it. It felt good to have new, clean clothes. Deftly, she fastened several pouches and her lightsaber to the belt. Somehow, she felt complete again.

“Every day you look more and more like a Jedi,” Kreia observed. Distaste hung in her voice.

“Is there something wrong with that?” Bryony asked evenly.

“You claim that you are no longer a Jedi, and yet you present yourself as one through your behavior and your dress. Isn't that deceit?” Kriea accused.

“It's who I am,” Bryony replied.


45. Ring

The crew of the Ebon Hawk strolled through the marketplace, in search of yet another elusive Jedi. Bryony boldly led the way through the crowds. She didn't even bother to hide her lightsaber. People drew back out of her way and stared. It was almost as if she wanted the attention.

And yet, Atton knew she wasn't an idiot.

Seeing a jewelry stand, he broke away from the group. Hesitatingly, he picked up a slender ring of vibrant green crystal—the same color as Bryony's lightsaber.

If I gave this to her, maybe then I could tell her how I feel.


46. Infinite Discontinuity
Gad couldn’t believe it. He didn’t want to believe it. As he stood before the charred beams ashes of what used to be his house, the sight his eyes took in was not a reality he could even fathom. Gad couldn’t stop the tears.

His toddling daughter was being rushed to a distant hospital, badly burned. His wife Javan…

Well, salvage droids already pulled what was left of her body from the wreckage, and saved him the sight of her.

The love of his life—gone.

He couldn’t continue living the life he had before. We have to leave Nubia.

47. iff (if and only if)
“This is really something, Gad. It’s beautiful,” his manager commended, scrolling through the datapad. “This design is really the best work you’ve ever done.”

“Thank you,” Gad nodded humbly.

“What do you want to call it?” he asked.

“I was thinking, ‘Javan-class freighter,’” Gad replied slowly.

“For your wife?” he asked and Gad nodded, “And I see here an order for two of them with stripes down the side—and the condition that no others have paint jobs like that?”

“I wanted to keep that marking in the family,” Gad answered.

“For you, I can allow that. We’ll miss you.”

48. Uniform Convergence
“Daddy, Daddy!” the door to Gad’s office flung open and his youngest daughter bounced in, protocol droid in tow.

“Mistress Kionee, your father is busy right now—” MT-412 protested politely.

“Daddy, Daddy!” Kionee exclaimed, bouncing up and down beside his chair.

Gad cracked a smile and pushed his work aside, “What is it, Kionee?”

“Roshind and Cash and Everel just showed me vids from when they flew all over and gave people fruit,” she replied excitedly, “Daddy, can I do that too when I grow up?”

He grinned, “Of course you can. And you’ll even have your own ship.”

49. Empty Set
Eight years later, Gad took Kionee back to Nubia for the christening of her own ship, the Viridian.

Kionee and Veea, the copilot they had found on Rodia, strolled slowly around the ship, taking it all in.

Like all the other freighters in the family, it was a sleek mirror-coated Javan.

After making a full circle of the ship, Kionee rushed over to her father and wrapped him in a hug. “Thanks Dad,” she said beaming.

“You’ll do great sweetie,” Gad grinned.

With that, Kionee and Veea ascended the loading ramp with Emtee tottering on behind.

The nest is empty.


50. Concentric Circles
After a long day, Gad finally settled down at his computer and called up the galaxy map. When he first started setting up connections in the Corellian sector, he never dreamed that Rinnh Imports would grow so much.

Points of light blinked on the map; all of the different freighters in the company fleet. Four stood out from the others: burgundy for Everel on the outer rim, goldenrod for Cash in the core, forest green for Roshind on the mid rim, and periwinkle blue for Kionee on the inner rim.

Tracking their paths, his children made circles around the Galaxy.


51. Bite the Bullet

“Bryony, I swear I didn't do it,” Atton said, sheepishly holding onto a control panel that used to hang above the pilot's seat.

Bryony sighed, “What are we going to do? We can't safely fly without that, can we?”

“I wouldn't bet on it,” Atton shook his head.

“We need to leave tonight, and Bao-Dur is already overworked,” Bryony assessed, “I guess we could bite the bullet and try without it.”

Just then, Bao-Dur's remote zoomed into the cockpit.

Bryony laughed, “Brilliant! Atton, you hold it back in place while the droid fixes it.”


52. Break the Ice

Bastila stared incredulously at the droid that stood alertly beside Ev, blaster rifle in its grip.

“This is HK,” Ev announced to the crew, “the protocol droid we got to help us with the Sand People.”

“Protocol droid?” Bastila asked, still eying the blaster.

“Statement: Yes indeed,” the droid responded with some pleasure, “Introduction: I am HK-47, protocol droid fluent in over 6,000 forms of communication. I am also a skilled combatant, capable of using a wide variety of weapons. Is there someone I can kill for you?”

“No,” Bastila answered firmly.

Canderous laughed.


53. Knock on Wood

As the Viridian passed through the fowl colored clouds that hovered low over Nal Hutta's surface, Kionee wrinkled her nose. Not that the Viridian's cabin was rank yet, but it would be as soon as they opened the cargo hatch.

“We can only hope that our favorite Huttese fruit farmer is in a good mood today,” Kionee murmured, but she felt far from hopeful, “Unlike last time.”

“Knock on wood,” MT-412 said.

“Knock on what?” Kionee asked.

“It's a saying,” Emtee replied, “expressing mutual hope.”

“I don't see how that relates to knocking.”


54. Off the Hook

“Ev,” Bastila said, “You aught to spend this time training. You are still a padawan, after all.”

“As are you,” Ev retorted.

Bastila scowled. “We didn't bring along that droid remote to take up space.”

The remote, Cresh, shot up from its open storage crate and hovered expectant circles around them.

Ev smiled and drew her lightsaber. Almost instantly, Cresh fired, and she instinctively deflected it.

Just then, Carth's voice sounded over the intercom, “We're coming out of hyperspace. Prepare for atmospheric entry.”

Ev extinguished her weapon and Cresh floated dejectedly back into his crate.


55. Back Seat Driver

“Fighters coming on fast,” Ev announced, her voice pitched anxiously higher than usual.

“I know—” Carth shot back. It took all of his attention to direct the Ebon Hawk through the maze of enemy fighters. There were too many fighters for one man to keep track of. Suddenly the controls stopped responding and jerked against his hands.

“T3!” Ev exclaimed.

The astromech droid chirped affirmatively from where it stood plugged into ship's nav computer.

“So you think you can pilot this better than I can?” Carth demanded, wrestling with the controls.

Beeping determinedly, T3-M4 ignored him.


56. Saint

The villagers huddled in the shadows of their homes, clinging to their children, to their friends, to their last hope. The roaring battle drew closer and closer.

Every one of them knew what the Mandalorians did to Serroco. It could happen again, here.

Soon, those that dared to peek beneath their doors could see the tromping boots of their aggressors. The village held its breath.

Suddenly, with defiant yells and blazing lightsabers, two Jedi landed in the street: Roan'ev and Alek. “You will not harm the innocents of this village!” Revan announced from beneath her mask and deep hood.


57. Sinner

“Tell us where Cassus is planning to strike next!” Malak ordered, towering over the Mandalorian prisoner.

“Ha!” the man laughed wryly, “If your Republic weren't a weak and staggering bantha, you could actually fight us without such cheap knowledge! And if you, jedi, were half the warrior they call you, you wouldn't need to ask me.” Suddenly the man grew pale, coughing, “He will test—you... Revan.” He fell limp.

“Rev!” Malak exclaimed, “What was that?”

Slowly, she unclenched her fist, “I don't know,” she panted, “But I do know Cassus's next target.”


58. Savior

Not long after the costly victory at Malacor V, a ship arrived aboard the Leviathan. The Supreme Chancellor and his entourage of senators and guards found the two jedi generals on the bridge.

Warmly extending his hand, he said, “At last I meet Revan and Malak, saviors of the Republic.” He shook Revan's hand, and asked, “Why the mask? You look like a Mandalorian yourself.”

With a chuckle, Revan slowly let down her hood and drew off the helmet. “I once vowed not to remove this until justice was done, and I suppose it has, for now.”


59. Killer

Dart Revan and Darth Malak stood on the bridge of their fleet's newly crafted flagship, the Taninim. Running a gloved hand gingerly along the wall, Revan commented, “To think that this entire fleet was created by ancient technology.”

“It's a shame the Rakata fell so far,” Malak observed.

Saul Karath shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat. “We will be emerging from hyperspace at Foerost in two hours,” He announced, “What are your plans?”

“We contact the leadership and ask them to surrender,” Revan replied.

Saul laughed, “And if they don't?”

“Show no mercy.”


60. Martyr

Ev clenched her teeth, straining against Malak's blows.

“I made a mistake last time, leaving you to the Jedi,” Malak said, “Today you will die Revan.”

Ev spun away, panting hard.

“I applaud your effort,” he taunted and swung at her, “but you cannot hope to defeat me now. are you ready to become a martyr?”

“It doesn't matter what happens to me,” Ev shot back, not entirely believing it herself, “Even if I fall, It's only a matter of time before the Republic fleet destroys this space station. This is the end, Malak.”


61. Hold Back the Darkness

Kaden stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her lingering outside the council chamber, “Bryony! It's been so long,” he exclaimed, “What are you doing on Coruscant?”

“Master Kavar is seeking permission to investigate the recent Mandalorian activities on the outer rim,” Bryony explained.

“They're nothing but skirmishes,” Kaden said dismissively.

“Last time the Mandalorians rose up, they had Sith backing,” Bryony argued, “We can't let that aind of darkness spread again if that's true again.”

“Padawan Thuvell, your presence is requested,” a voice called.

Both padawans reflexively looked towards the door.


62. Take a Stand

“Kaden, there you are,” Bryony began warmly, “I wanted to ask you—”

“I hear you've joined the Revanchists,” Kaden interrupted coldly.

Bryony nodded, color draining from her face. That was not the reaction she had expected. All thoughts of inviting her brother to join their cause flew from her mind.

“it's been what, a year since you were knighted?” he scoffed, “And you're already disobeying the council.”

She clenched her fists. “Someone has to take a stand against those Mandalorian butchers. Thousands, no, millions are dying just to satisfy the Mandalorians' sense of sport.”

63. When You're Lost

As their shuttle lifted off from the Jedi Temple, Bryony stared out the window, trying to hide the tears that clung to the corners of her eyes.

Four and six, the Thuvell children took their first space flight from their home on Alderaan, bound for Coruscant. Bryony clung tightly to her older brother in the passenger hold.

Smiling, Kaden said boldly, “Don't worry Brybry. We're both gonna be Jedi together. If you get scared, or lost, or sad, I'll always be with you.”

“You're awfully quiet,” Alek observed.

“Just thinking,” Bryony answered dismissively. And wishing he'd come.


64. No Solid Ground
“You know, Bryony, I have to ask,” Alek said nonchalantly as he sauntered up to her, “Why is it that you always avoid piloting the fighters with the rest of us?”

“Bad memories,” Bryony shrugged, “When I was first learning to fly, I pulled a bit of a hot-shot move, crashed into an asteroid, ejected, and wound up floating helpless in space far away from the others.”

“Clearly you survived,” Alex observed.

“I don't know what he was doing in the area, but Kaden sensed my distress and came for me,” Bryony explained wistfully.


65. There's Only Us

“You wouldn't believe who I ran into down planet-side last night,” Alek said laughing.

“Master Vrook?” Bryony hazarded a guess.

“Your brother,” Alek answered, “But it may as well have be Master Vrook for the tongue-lashing I got. I doubt Vrook could have done better. He's angry with us disobeying the Council. And he's mad at me—and Roan'ev—for getting you involved.”

“What did you tell him?” Bryony asked hesitantly. Alek wasn't know for his tact with their opponents.

“That when it's only us trying to help those outer rim worlds, we can't let up.”


66. Whispering

Alone.

Exiled.

Bryony Thuvell let her ship fall into orbit around Coruscant. She was not ready to leave yet. She didn't even know where to go.

Seeking council and redemption, Bryony left those that she had called her friends: Roan'ev, Alek, Ferroh, and others.

Now, unredeemable and unmentorable, Bryony left those that she had called her peers. Not even Kavar, Atris, or Kaden would take her back.

And in all of that, the Force had left Bryony. Not even a whisper of it lingered at the edge of her senses.

Even the Force abhorred her for what she had done.


67. Haunting

Somehow, Bryony found herself at Malachor V again, floating among the ruins of a shattered planet and ghostly warped ships. She hadn't intended to return, but something inside her drew her back. She longed to know—but she couldn't put to words the question that haunted her.

Thousands, if not millions, died here in one unison scream. By her hand.

The Mandalorian Wars were over. Innocents no longer had to live in fear that their planet might be the next for brutal conquest. They were at last safe.

But at what cost?

Malachor V was a graveyard; a ghastly eternal reminder.


68. Lingering

Without the Force, without a lightsaber, without the Order behind her, Bryony could no longer call herself a Jedi. And yet, she still wore the robes and tabberds of a Jedi Knight.

Bryony stared down at the neatly folded pile of Alderaanian clothes, fidgeting with but not unclasping her belt. They were all in shades of brown and cream. She couldn't bear to wear bright colors, at least not yet.

Her clothes were all that she had left to cling to that marked her as what she was—what she used to be.

She sighed, “I am not a Jedi.”


69. Echoing

Every morning and every evening Bryony mediated. Although she constantly told herself that she accepted her loss of the Force and was not seeking to find it again, her inner heart remained unconvinced.

As she sat in silence, falling into rhythm with her own heartbeat, Bryony faced only emptiness. As a Jedi, there was something almost alive to her meditations.

Instead of life, her innermost being echoed with memories of her past and with all the deaths of Malachor V.

She meditated because it's what she had always done. Because hoped and yearned for peace.

All she found were echoes.


70. Murmuring

The Tchuukthai rarely spoke to Bryony, but they accepted her presence. They seemed to understand her need for solitude and respected her for it.

However, she began to catch murmurings that the Republic was once again at war. At first, she could not believe it. She had seen to it with her own bloodied hands that the Mandalorians would not return to fight.

Then she heard the names Darth Revan and Darth Malak, and that was almost more than she could take. How could they, who fought to end war, turn on the Republic and rain down even more strife.


71. Restrained

If HK-47 could have scowled, he would have. The meatbag before him, an Ithorian shop keeper, patted the newly installed restraining bolt on his chest.

The Ithorian rumbled a chuckle, “Someone around Anchorhead is bound to want a non-standard protocol droid for something.”

“Query: You are not suggesting that I am sub-standard, are you master?” HK asked dryly.

The Ithorian laughed again, “No, but I did get you cheaper than any other Czerka-type protocol droid on the market.”

“Statement: I am insulted, master, that I should be considered inferior to those waddling translators,” the droid asserted.

72. Controlled

“Suggestion: Master, shall we just kill the amphibious meatbags? It will bring this trial to a much more pleasant ending.”

“Shut up, HK!” Ev hissed. Canderous chuckled.

“You see!” one of the Selkath judges gargled, “That very droid is threat to our peace and neutrality. You dare bring such a droid here?”

“How can the master be less violent than her droid?” Another chimed in.

“Statement: I am a much more efficient killer than my master,” HK clarified.

“I said, shut up!” Ev repeated, then reassured the judges, “He's perfectly under control.”


73. Defined

Atton and Bryony strolled into the dimly lit cantina, HK-47 striding in after them.

“Excuse me, we don't serve droids here,” the bartender called as soon as he saw them.

Bryony glanced between HK and Atton, looking for inspiration, “He's just my protocol droid. I don't know the languages of this sector very well.”

“Then why is he carrying a blaster rifle?” the bartender asked with one eyebrow raised.

“Uh, he's just holding it for me—err him,” she answered, pointing her thumb at Atton, “HK, go wait outside.”

“Protest: Master? Just a protocol droid?”


74. Resolved

“So what do we do about the guards?” Bryony asked, hushed, as she crouched behind a pile of crates with Mira, HK-47, and Handmaiden. Three thugs hung around the entrance to what appeared to be a warehouse. But they knew better, thanks to Mira.

“If only we had a distraction,” Mira murmured.

“Is there a back entrance?” Handmaiden whispered.

“Maybe we could—” Bryony started, but was cut off by the sound of blaster fire. One of the guards collapsed to the ground.

“HK!”

“Well that decides that,” Mira stood and loaded her rocket launcher.


75. Unlimited

Carth gritted his teeth as threw the lever that lowered the loading ramp. The crew of Ebon Hawk waited apprehensively behind him, hands on their weapons.

The Star Forge.

He didn't know what they'd find on the ancient battle station, but he hoped against all hope that they'd find her.

“Remember, we're here to end this war for good,” Carth said just before they strode down the ramp. A mass of Sith already rushed to meet them.

“Query: Permission to eliminate Sith meatbags?” HK asked eagerly.

“Go ahead, kill all the Sith you want,” Carth answered grimly.


76. Bend Over Backwards

Everel marched down the corridor and threw open the office door.

“Everel!” Gad exclaimed warmly, “What are you doing here? I thought you were just starting on your usual route again.”

“Dad, it's just that,” Everel responded, uncharacteristically solemn, “It's too much for me to do long swoops of the outer rim any more. You know I have a wife and two little girls.”

Gad sat back in his chair and smiled, “And they miss their daddy. I was wondering when you'd ask for a position closer to home.”

“Why didn't you offer sooner?”


77. Axe to Grind

The Nubian office of Rinnh Imports supervised and coordinated all of the company's activities in the Corellian sector, as well as many surrounding systems. And now Everel supervised over it all.

Hunched over the desk, he shuffled piles of papers, datapads, and disks across his desk, fumbling for a pen. An order needed his signature.

Playful laughter flitted into his office. Everel looked up to see his wife standing in the doorway. “You really aught to get a bigger desk, honey.”

“Kreya!” he exclaimed.

“You forgot your lunch again,” she said, holding up the tin box, smiling.


78. Rise and Shine

Cries shattered the night. Everel groaned and rolled over. Without looking at the clock, he knew it was somewhere around that ungodly time of early morning when no soul should be awake.

“Honey, it's your turn,” Kreya whispered gently, “he's your son too.”

Groaning again, he slid out of bed and shuffled over to the crib on the other side of the room. Lark lay wriggling and wailing at the bottom of it. Everel scooped him up and held him close to his chest.

Gently patting Lark on the back, he strolled slowly around the house, murmuring reassurances.


79. Tongue and Cheek

A man stormed into Everel's office. “New management, I see,” he scoffed.

“Can I help you?” Everel asked.

“Where is my shipment?” he demanded.

“And you are?”

“Kratm Argelius,” he snapped..

Everel leafed through the datapads, hiding a smile, “Ah yes, that shipment. There was a mishap with some canoks. Gobbled it up, crates and all.”

“What?” the man shrieked.

Chuckling Everel explained, “No, the harvest on Dantooine was bad this season, so your shipment took an extra stop at Alderaan to make up the difference. You'll be compensated for your wait.”


80. Without a Doubt

Staring up at the stars, Everel breathed deeply. Constellations fascinated him. They were different on each planet, and every people had their own star legends. Everywhere he went it was an entirely new experience.

Above in the Nubian sky, Everel could easily spot many of the suns whose systems he had visited.

Kreya padded softly out onto the deck and leaned against the railing beside him. Lark dozed in a sling across her chest.

“You miss it, don't you?” she observed.

“I wouldn't trade what I have here for all the stars in the universe,” Everel replied, smiling.

 

81. Yearning

Ak'ren watched as yet another ship departed for Ossus.

Ossus, the stronghold of the Jedi; home to the great library, to innumerable secrets of the force, he mused to himself. Catching sight of his Krevaaki master heading towards the last ship, Ak'ren hurried across the courtyard. “Master Baas,” he urged, “Won't you reconsider? I could learn so much at the Jedi gathering.”

“I am sure you could,” Baas rattled, “But are you ready to learn?”

“Of course,” Ak'ren nodded fervently.

“Not yet, I think, young Padawan. Perhaps next year,” the Jedi Master responded slowly.


82. Jealousy

Ak'ren found himself flat on his back yet again. A beautiful Nautolan Jedi loomed panting over him, gripping both his lightsaber and her own.

“Well done, young Krin Paosh,” Master Baas praised from the sidelines, “You truly found your inner strength and peace in your recent travels. The force flows through you like an open channel.”

“What would you have me do now?” she asked, extinguishing the sabers and tossing Ak'ren's back to him.

“I would have you serve the Order as a full Jedi Knight,” he answered.

A pang of envy wrenched at Ak'ren's chest.


83. Possession

Ak'ren fought to suppress the anger welling up inside of him as he stormed out of the hall. He couldn't stand to watch another knighting ceremony for another teenager. He muttered, “I've put my time in more than any of these kids.”

“I sense your frustration, Padawan.”

He wasn't alone.

Master Baas, Vrook Lamar, and Krin stood before him.

“Of course I'm frustrated!” he snapped, “I should have been knighted years ago!”

“Because you let emotion rule you,” Vrook said dryly.

“Hand over your lightsaber,” Baas ordered.

“No!” Ak'ren shrieked, igniting his weapon.


84. Addiction

The Jedi could cast him out and take his weapon, but they could not take his knowledge of the force.

It was stupid, the way the Jedi avoided emotion.

Ak'ren quickly discovered that the very emotions that the Jedi so feared were the secret to power. Emotions opened a floodgate in the Force.

Perhaps he was exiled to a remote planet populated by sparse patches of settlers. Soon this would be his world. The nearest village was already his. All it took was a few public demonstrations of his power and a few corpses of important men.

He wanted more.


85. Wanting

Ak'ren Fitcher strolled down the dusty street. Villagers shrunk fearfully out of his way. Just as they should.

News of the 'Great Sith War' had reached even his remote home. “Sith Lords? Bah!” he mused to himself, “Who did they think they were? No wonder the Republic crushed them so quickly. How can they possibly understand the Dark Side as I do? Have the mediated and learned as I have? No, I am destined to be the Dark Lord.”

A thought struck him, “But no one else understands as I do. I must take on an apprentice.”

 

86. Red

Among the Rinnh Imports clients, it was well-known that employees unrelated to the family played their negotiations by the book. It was also just as well-known that they could usually get an even better deal out of Kionee and Cash. Roshind and Everel, on the other hand...

Nervous Neomodians peered through the viewport down towards the Nubian freighter that had landed below. “Is there a marking on it?” one asked hopefully.

“It is dark red,” another answered, “Which means—”

“You going to have to fight awfully hard in negotiations,” Everel said jollily, strutting into the room.


87. Brown

“Now, I've seen plenty of those Nubian freighters come through this port, but a lot of the regulars know when it's you even before they check your ship's code. How is that?” Marn asked as they walked.

“Alll of us Rinnhs have a colored stripe around the ship,” Roshind explained, “Dad's is white, Kionee's is light blue, Cash's is yellow , Everel's is burgundy, and mine is—”

“Brown,” Marn observed as the ship came into view.

Roshind threw a confused glance at Marn, “No, green.”

“Oh,” Marn laughed nervously, “Sorry. Color blind.”


88. Black

“Hey Gad,” his old friend Perry strolled over and sat down next to him at the cantina bar, “I saw that new ship of yours. Never seen anything quite like it before.”

Gad smiled, “It's a Javan Class freighter.”

“One of your designs?” Perry asked.

Gad nodded, “I got it as part of my commission. I call her Javan's Memory.

Perry nodded thoughtfully, “For your wife. The way you've been down since she died, I would have expected you to stripe it black in mourning.”

“The memories of her are beautiful, not dark.”


89. Yellow

Laurel's heart skipped a beat when she saw a flash of silver and yellow descending to the landing pad out of the corner of her eye. The Amber Star. She thought she wouldn't see Cash for weeks, thanks to his shipping schedule and her own frequent trips escorting the senator of Koros Major to and from Coruscant. She was suddenly thankful that he had decided to take a pleasure stop on Alderaan.

Stowing her tools and locking the cockpit, Laurel hurried to his landing pad.

Cash was already descending the loading ramp. Seeing her, his eyes lit up, “Laurel!”


90. Blue

Fifteen minutes after Kionee had sent them off to her ship, the two Nautolan dock hands returned, still lugging plasteel crates.

“What's the matter?” she asked.

“We couldn't find your ship,” the taller of the two replied.

“The Viridian is the only Nubian ship, much less freighter, in this port. You can't miss it,” Kionee threw her hands in the air.

“The only Nubian we saw had a blue stripe down the side,” the other explained.

“That's my ship,” Kionee didn't see the problem.

“But I thought Viridian crystals were green,” the first replied.


91. Forever

Kavar watched the apprentices wrap up their sparing practice under the iron tutelage of Master Vrook. It seemed like forever ago that he was an apprentice, waiting to be selected as a padawan. Or even when he selected his first padawan himself.

One particular apprentice held his attention. She had caught his attention months ago. She was petite, soft spoken—even gentle—and always fell back on a measured Soresu, even though she clearly knew other forums.

She was so unlike him; unagressive, avoiding risks, even tentative. And yet, he felt the Force resonating within him: “Bryony will be your padawan.”

92. Always

Kavar would always remember how Bryony's eye lit up when he presented her with three lightsaber crystals. She knew what that meant as well as any other Jedi.

“Thank you, Master, I am honored” she said, blushing, and fell into a bow so low he wondered if she'd loose her balance.

He chuckled, “No need for that, Padawan Thuvell, I am just as honored to teach you.”

Still staring at her feet, Bryony blurted, “You're the best lightsaber master, and I'm just—”

“Just the sort of padawan I was looking for,” he warmly completed for her.


93. Never

Heeding the distress call of an out-of-the-way settlement on an out-of-the-way planet, Kavar and Bryony walked right into a trap.

The Mandalorian raiders were upon them. Back to back, the deflected blaster bolts and struck down any soldiers who got too close. The exhilaration of the battle overtook Kavar.

Suddenly, he realized that Bryony was no longer beside him. Surrounded by Mandalorians, she struggled to keep them off. His heart skipped a beat.

He Force flipped over to her and beat back her attackers. “Never forget where you, your allies, and your enemies are,” he scolded. You too Kavar!


94. Maybe

There were too many what-ifs and maybes in Bryony's plan. He didn't like it. But he didn't have any other better ideas himself, and there was no stopping now that they had begun.

Crouching out of site over a low rise, Kavar watched the Mandalorian guards bind Bryony's hands and lead her into the outpost. One cuffed her across the back of her head and she staggered wildly. Instinctively, his hands went for his sabers.

He took a deep breath. “Calm yourself, Kavar,” he murmured, “She's resilient. She can handle herself. You just need to do your part.”


95. Eternity

It seemed like an eternity until nightfall when most of the Mandalorians retired for whatever it was that they did.

Had they known that Bryony was a Jedi, she would be locked in an impervious Force cage. Thankfully, they didn't.

Through the Force, she made quick work of the bolts holding her cell door together, and slipped out into the hallway. After a small mind nudge to convince the guards that they hadn't seen her, and she headed for the control center.

Distantly, she heard shouts and the whine of blaster. She smiled. Master Kavar will keep them plenty busy.


96. Leave it all behind

Gad’s entire life was packed into his ship, Javan’s Memory, and the ship that flew at his wing piloted by his oldest son. Nubia dropped farther and farther away beneath them, and soon they were burning out through the atmosphere. Even the shipyards where he used to work shrunk out of sight. For Gad, there was no looking back. It was time to start new memories for the family.

“Emtee said that Drall are like teddy bears,” little Kionee piped up, strapped into the seat behind him.

“But they’re probably even smarter than us humans,” Gad answered with a smile.


97. See ya later

Kionee fingered the small box in her hands. It was too much for her. The crowd of heroes around her cajoled like friends. Glancing side-long at MT-412 Kionee felt distinctly uncomfortable. She didn’t share the same jokes, stories, trials, and victories that they did—save one.

She cleared her throat, “I’m going to head out.”

Hush fell over the room.

“So soon?” Bastila asked.

“We’ll see you on Alderaan tomorrow, right?” Mission put in.

“I don’t think I’ll join you guys for the victory tour,” Kionee stammered nervously, “I have to get to work, you know. I’ll see you around.”


98. I guess this is goodbye

Carth woke suddenly, heart pounding. He didn’t need to look at the empty depression on the bed beside him to know that she was gone. He bolted out of bed, throwing a jacket around his shoulders, and threw open the door.

Thankful that no one was out at this hour, Carth ran barefoot down the halls of Citadel Station towards the landing docks. Numbly, he punched in a passcode and the hangar bay door slid open.

Empty.

In the distance, Carth could see the familiar shape of the Ebon Hawk soaring towards the stars.

“I guess this is goodbye, love.”


99. Riding off into the sunset

Vrook watched as the last of the procession of Jedi boarded the transport. He felt uneasy, but with so much darkness clouding the Force, meditation offered no answers or reassurances. That was why they were all going to Katarr in the first place.

Vrook nodded at Vandar as he brushed by him, “I will look after the academy in your absence. May the Force be with you.”

Vandar waved and boarded the ship.

Soon, the loading ramp retracted and the ship lifted off, soaring away into the sunset. Something about those blood red hues left Vrook feeling even more unsettled.


100. May the Force be with you

After years of abandonment, the Dantooine Enclave now showed signs of life. It felt alive. Now that the galaxy was safe for Jedi again, it was Bryony’s job to find and help Revan in whatever it was she was doing.

Mical alone still stood on the landing pad, gazing at the Ebon Hawk.

“It has been a pleasure traveling with you. I’m glad the Force led me to you,” he added wistfully, “at last.”

“I’m glad too,” she sighed.

“May the Force be with you,” Mical said at last, and turned to go.

Breathing deeply, Bryony boarded the Ebon Hawk.


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