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Realms: These Shattered Stars Logs

Chapter Five, Part Two

It is dusk on Gyndine, with the setting of the sun casting a fiery orange blanket across the horizon. The ship is restocked and prepared for departure, the next leg of their journey purchased anonymously from the spaceport bureau of hyperspace astrogation. The group is all set to embark on the first true leg of their journey out of Republic space and to the hiding-place of the Silver Path. It is also the time when Master Roakkana bids a safe journey to his two Padawans and their friends.

Freyja is trying hard to think of this as a grand adventure... but she's really not happy about leaving Master Roakkana for an indefinite time -- perhaps forever. He's been her constant, steady, encouraging family-of-the-heart for the past five years. She's going to miss him terribly, she knows. She just hopes she doesn't break down and start bawling or anything, and embarrass everyone else there.

Roakkana is smiling, and seems perfectly calm. "Do let me know when you return what the Silver Path are like, please," he says, as if he is asking to tell them how the park is like following a midday visit to it. "I would imagine they have much to tell you about what they have been doing for the past several thousand years!"

Freyja blinks, then nods silently to the big Wookiee, swallowing the lump in her throat. She steps forward to stand on tiptoe and hug him tightly, murmuring huskily, "We will, promise!"

Zero bows deeply to Roakkana, then straightens up. He owes his Master quite a lot, he thinks, not the least of which is his personal redemption. He ought to say something. Some kind of token of gratitude or... something. He frowns. What would Wulong do, he thinks... then smiles. He just offers Roakkana his hand and grins, saying, "We'll be back in no time, Master... just in time for you to see us become Knights."

Roakkana's smile is gentle and warm, not without emotion as he embraces Freyja tightly in return. Shyriiwook, being a language mostly of growls and inflections of same, tends to sound weird when 'something is in the throat,' so to speak, so Roakkana's reply is a bit odd-sounding. "Thank you, child. You will do well; I know you will. Even if you have not undergone your trials yet, I know you will be worthy." He reluctantly lets go of Freyja, and lays a large, heavy hand on her shoulder.

"Dear child, you have become perhaps my most favorite of the many Padawans I have had the honor of teaching. You have come so far, so fast, and learned so much. And I, in turn, have learned much from you as well. I have no doubts whatsoever in my mind you will be able to balance the call of the Light with the need for Balance. Remember as well no matter how important Balance is, there will always be need for the Light. I can think of few who can carry such a burden as well as you." He smiles wryly. "I would welcome your voice raised with mine in support of the non-Jedi traditions, if you are so inclined, when you return."

Freyja blinks rapidly several times as she listens to the Wookiee speak, her lip quivering as she tries not to let tears spill from her eyes. She nods emphatically, "Thank you, Master... I'd be proud to speak with you!" She whispers quietly under her breath to herself, "In the Force there is no distance... no time..." as if she's still somewhat trying to convince herself of that. It may be true... but it still hurts to leave someone dearly loved, and not know if you'll ever see them again.

Roakkana turns to Zero, returning the bow and smiling no less. He shakes Zero's hand, placing his hand on the Sedraki's shoulder. "I look forward to presiding over your trials, for the both of you. You've come far, Zero, in the months that I have been your teacher. You hold an unenviable position -- that of the Greysider or Grey Jedi... but I believe you have what such a path will demand. You will do well.

"You will both do well," he says, taking a step back. "Remember, in the Force there is no distance, there is no time, there is nothing merely finite. I will be with you in many ways that are hard to explain but are none the less very real for those with eyes to see and ears to hear." His smile becomes humorous. "I won't go so far as to say 'if you do something bad I'll know about it'..."

Zero laughs quietly. "I wouldn't doubt it if you did, Master. Don't worry... we'll look out for each other. It's a long way from there to here -- too far to ever go back. We'll make sure we see you again soon."

Roakkana nods to Zero, grinning. "I know you will, Zero. I have few doubts; that you will all return safe and soon is certainly not amongst them!" He steps to Freyja, reaching to gently touch her cheek. "Child, dear child... you knew this day would come, that we would part company if only for a little while. Granted, that would have been when you had been granted the title of knight, but it is the same. In the Force we are all one. We will meet again; of this I am certain. I know this."

Zero smiles and touches Freyja's arm. "Hey, no worries, right? When have you ever known the Master to be wrong about these things?"

Freyja smiles up at the Wookiee, a little tremulously, "I know, Master Roakkana. I just... well..." She takes a deep breath, nodding once to Zero and rubbing her eyes fiercely, then says firmly, "I'm just being silly." She takes the Wookiee's big furred hand in her smaller, golden-skinned one and squeezes gently, adding quietly, "I'll still miss you, though." She takes another deep breath, swallowing the renewed lump in her throat, then steps back and waves before heading for the ship with the others. "Until we meet again, Master!"

Roakkana smiles gently, nodding to Freyja. "And I will miss you. Which means that when we see each other again, it will be all the more joyful, neh?" He nods, and steps back a little, raising his hand. "The Force shall be with you, all of you. Fairwinds to you on your journey!"

Zero grins and touches his temple once in salute over his shoulder as he turns to go. "And with you, my Master. We'll bring you a souvenir from Zhar."

Fhazil and Vakkal follow the others up the ramp into the ship, Fhazil edging forward to gently place a hand on Freyja's elbow. He doesn't say anything; he just tries to radiate as much comfort as he can. Freyja smiles faintly over her shoulder once at Fhazil as he does so. She appreciates his effort, despite the achy emotional hole she currently feels inside. She'll get over it... but she really hates leaving family of the heart behind.

Zero sighs a little, "Raiy seh no mata aou, Master." He sits back in the bridge seat and begins to program the first hyperjump. "Well, here we go. May as well get comfortable... we'll be in hyperspace for quite awhile."

The ship is not harassed at all as it departs Gyndine; aerospace traffic control is quietly efficient and sounds almost bored. Very shortly thereafter the ship has broken orbit. Freyja's expression is carefully neutral, although her eyes are huge and her face pale with carefully repressed emotion. As the ship rises, heading into orbital distance from the planet, she watches silently through the front screen... then just as silently wanders out of the bridge.

Freyja curls up on one of the couches in the common room, her thoughts drifting through memory... the first time she'd seen the then-huge-to-her Wookiee... that first curious, fascinating 'touch' of the Force in her mind... the first time they'd meditated together... the first time she'd successfully farseen under his careful, proud guidance... the first time she'd handled a lightsaber with him... so many firsts.

She sniffles quietly, using a hankie to muffle it, and smiles a bit tearfully to herself. She's so fortunate -- she has so many good firsts, so many wonderful memories with her Master. With silent determination she resolves to make it back, to make him proud... so she and Master Roakkana may have many, many more together.

Vakkal respects Freyja's need to be alone; he does not barge in on her thoughts. Instead he remains discretely nearby, within reach-and-grab range. Freyja ends up eventually, since Vakkal doesn't seem to mind, curled up against him. She's not crying any more... but he's steady, warm, reassuring, and furry; he reminds her a little of Master Roakkana in that way.

Fhazil nods at Zero's comment as he comes forward to the bridge, settling into one of the seats. "With luck we won't have to worry about anything for a good while. Our current destination, Tynna... it's on the edge of a peninsula of Hutt space, but it's better than cutting straight through and running into places more strongly controlled by the Hutts."

Zero says, "Well, I've tried to calculate as much of the route to take the longest jumps as possible. Maybe not so good for general sanity, but the more time we spend in hyperspace is less time we can be harassed by the Hutts. Unfortunately, there's no way for us to just drop out of hyperspace near Zhar... the gas giant's gravity is enormous."

Fhazil nods, examining his own console. "Very true, that. And we can't cut straight through -- there's a few nebulae in straight-line course. That means... we'd have to go Tynna, Kalarba, and a few other minor worlds in between to do this right."

Zero says, "Well, nothing to do for it but to do it now. Ready?"

Fhazil takes in a breath and looks over the calculations. "Ready as I'll ever be. Let's do it."

Zero touches the actuator lever, "Here we go, friends... no turning back now." He presses the lever forward slowly, letting the ship pace itself so as not to strain the new equipment. As he does so, something catches the corner of his eye. He turns, just as the actuator touches home. It takes him a second to realize what it is: a tiny signature, smaller than even a star fighter. "A hyperprobe...!" But then the stars are streaking past, and the ship is gone. He smirks, "Not fast enough to catch me, friend... not today."

Fhazil looks up, frowning. "A hyperprobe? Back at Gyndine?"

Zero says, "Someone wanted a look. Your friends, maybe... or the Council. Either way, they're out of luck. We were gone before they even saw us. Not even a transponder query."

Fhazil frowns, then peers over to Zero's console. "Doesn't look Sith -- not that they'd be over in the gal-south region, anyway -- so it'd be Republic. I wonder what they're looking for."


The trip to Tynna takes... a very long time. Almost a month, in fact. In that time, the group has plenty of time to talk, practice, meditate, and do their best to not get on each others' nerves. Fortunately, there seems to be no end of things to do.

Freyja spends most of the time meditating, not only in general but focusing on her Awatea lightsaber. She has glimpses of further memnii -- that dark creature again, leaping from the fields before her and blotting out the sun -- but nothing as vivid as the first, joyous golden dancer.

Zero is pragmatic; mostly he tends to the thousand and one little things that make living aboard a ship in hyperspace less of a constant chore and more of just a long, unexciting time. He also helps out with the others when anyone asks. Vakkal spends most of his time meditating, practicing the various martial arts, studying, and, most importantly... considering what Freyja has told him about his inability to heal.

Fhazil, for his part, is learning the lightsaber. He left the Sith Empire with nothing to mark him as a Sith -- except for perhaps his Sithstain and his brooch -- and so brought no weapon other than a concussion rifle and a short vibroknife with him. The lightsaber is an unusual thing for him, and he is clearly at first unused to the weightless, yet oddly and subtly not inertia-less, highly lethal blade. Somehow, though, the saber itself seems to assist him, at least on attacks; in defenses, he still gets smacked on his rump by a whirling seeker more often than not.

Meanwhile, the mental links forged between the three are strengthening, making telepathy somewhat easier, though no less tiring after long sessions. There is the sense there can be something more, but what that 'more' might be has yet to be seen. If nothing else, the three are beginning to understand each other and learning to coordinate a bit better.

At the appointed hour, when the ship is plotted to drop from hyperspace, all four are in the cockpit. Zero is at the pilot consoles with Fhazil riding shotgun; Freyja mans the communications and sensors board, and Vakkal is trying hard not to accidentally hit any other controls.

In complete contrast to the previous four weeks in hyperspace, arrival at Tynna is punctuated by the crash of concussion blasts around the hull. Freyja blinks. Uh-oh... she checks the airwaves to find out what's going on. Zero lurches, "Agh -- what the hell was that?" He reaches for the hull armor console, "I'm swinging the armor to the flanks, Fhazil -- redistribute the shields!"

Fhazil splutters an invective or invocation -- it's hard to tell which -- as he complies with Zero's order, the shields snapping on around the small courier and refocusing to cover the attacks. The courier doesn't seem to be the immediate target -- just at the wrong place at the wrong time. In front of them on an oblique course is an equally small cargo ship dodging concussion blasts from a ship that's about three times its size.

Freyja finds some comlink chatter, but it is no less chaotic than the battle going on outside. "-I'm just trying to make a living, Kjak, just like you -- don't make me hole your ship...!"

"Mynock guano! You know I didn't sell that cargo to Turgha!"

"Then explain it to Ameil! Last chance, nerf herder, pull over or -- where the HELL did that ship come from?!"

Freyja hastily says, "Non-combatant! We're not part of this, excuse us, we're just leaving!" She adds in a quick whisper to the others, covering the pickup with one hand, "Get us out of here, please!"

Fhazil says almost breathlessly, "We can't -- the hyperdrive's not recharged and the navicomp's not programmed with a new course yet!"

Freyja says, "Neh, just fly away or something! Can't we do that? Hit orbit and drop?" She continues to listen carefully to the chatter -- even a fraction of a second's warning might be enough to dodge an attack directed irritatedly at them.

Zero snarls a little, trying to swing the ship out of the fire arc. "Gods below -- it looks like their problem may have just become our problem. I've never known Hutt-owned smugglers to leave witnesses... but I'll see what I can do!" Freyja nods absently to Zero, trying to figure out through accent and vocal tone if either of the speakers are Hutt.

The reply from the person who asked the question is immediate, "Fine, we'll 'discuss' this in a minute. Kjak, what's your frelling answer?!"

The reply from 'Kjak' is equally immediate: "Kiss my lekku!" Neither of the conversant combatants sounds like they're Hutt, though their accents seem to indicate that Hutt might be or have been at one time a primary language for both of them.

"Fine, be that way. It's your funeral-" A volley of concussion blasts rip out from the pursuing enforcer at the small cargo ship. It shudders and trembles with the impacts... then suddenly blurs, leaps forward -- and has made the jump to hyperspace.

Freyja whews under her breath in relief at its escape... then glances at Fhazil, "Figure out how to jump now, while Zero's dodging -- because we'll make a good target next for someone desperately needing a scapegoat!"

Zero says, "Not much we can do until the drive's recharged, Freyja... we'll just have to play hide and seek with them for a bit..."

Freyja nods to Zero, "All right, I understand. Nevertheless... let's be prepared." She takes a deep breath, preparing to stall like mad.

Fhazil grits his teeth, apparently in melee with the navicomp. "I can't, Freyja -- if we jumped without the navicomp programmed right, we could end up anywhere..."

Freyja says calmly, "Program, Fhazil. Figure it out. I'll buy as much time as I can, and so will Zero."

The enforcer, however, apparently doesn't seem to be frustrated at the loss of his quarry. A low, deep chuckle comes in over the comlink. "Stang. Guess Kjak'll be meeting those repossessors that're waiting for him, after all. Just like Ameil wanted. Sorry about the mess, newcomers, I hope we didn't hit you with those fusillades."

Freyja sighs in quiet relief -- sounds like perhaps the attacker doesn't need a scapegoat. She raises an eyebrow at Zero, in front of the boards -- any damage? Zero shakes his head. "Shields caught it. This ship's tight as I'd hoped... whew."

Freyja says politely on the com, "Neh, kuras, we are unharmed; thank you for your concern." She pauses, then adds amusedly, "Ah... is this a common greeting technique here?" She finds it quite interesting that someone named Ameil is using pseudo-attacks to drive someone away, and into the waiting arms of ship repossessors... even though they hadn't committed some supposed shipping crime. Interesting view on the Hutt.

"'Kuras'? Heh, Balmorran Human, hey? Aren't many other Humans out here, and you have a very lovely voice. I'd ask to buy you a drink at the spaceport -- except my second officer looks like he wants to kill me if I don't get on with it. Maybe later, then. No, it's not common. It's a common farewell technique for welchers who agree to carry cargo for Ameil the Hutt and instead sell it to rivals."

Fhazil blinks and turns slowly, half-looking over his shoulder at the comm board with an incredulous expression before turning back to his console, shaking his head. Freyja smiles at the man's words, then says smoothly, "Thank you for the compliment, nameless captain. Perhaps later." Not likely, if he's that good at recognizing Balmorrans! she thinks amusedly. She giggles quietly at Fhazil's glance, then mutes the pickup, adding in relief, "So... I think it's all right to land now... hai? Neh?"

"Not at all nameless, lovely voice. Captain Thorn, at your service. And I almost hate to ask you to identify yourselves and state your business in Tynna. As you may have guessed, this system is amongst the holdings of Ameil the Hutt, and knowing what you're doing here will make things all the more friendly all around."

Zero exhales deeply, not speaking to the pickup. "Sah. So much for the stealthy approach." He leans back in his chair.

Freyja grins, "You're too kind, Captain Thorn. I take it you work for Ameil the Hutt then? And why would you hate asking us our business?"

"Yes, I do, and it seems a shame to learn your name in such a manner. Still, Ameil's rules are the rules here, and we need to make sure you're not engaging in trade that falls under Ameil's purview.

Freyja laughs softly, remembering her sister's acting in a few of her holovids. If it worked then... perhaps it will work now as well? "Well, then, Captain Thorn, how about I tell you the ship and our business -- but you'll have to wait until later to discover my name?" She grins, adding mischievously, "If you're nice, that is..." She thinks amusedly, Just let us land and refuel, for Goddess' sake!

Thorn chuckles. "Oh, very well. How could I refuse? Deal."

Freyja laughs throatily, not missing her cue even though she's half surprised it worked -- it was from a script, after all! "Very well then! We're the good ship Platinum Eclipse, of Balmorra Sector University, stopping to refuel as we head out towards the galactic rim."

Thorn replies, "Very well, Platinum Eclipse. You scan clean, so I'll pass on clearance to planetary traffic control. Scholars, huh? Not much to see out there, but hey, never know. If you want, look me up at the spaceport. The Rapier -- uh, my ship will be landing early tomorrow."

Freyja smiles amusedly as reality hits. She should have known better than thinking she'd pulled off something like her sister could... she knows that tone of voice. Captain Thorn believes he's gotten a brush-off, but is being polite about it. She says quietly, "Thank you, Captain," and doesn't push it either. She nods at Zero after the pickup is off, "Let's get down, refueled, and out again as quickly as we can, hai?"

Zero says, "Already on it; brace for atmosphere..."

The difference between Tynna and a Republic world like, say, Commenor is like night and day, though both Freyja and Zero have had occasion to see places not entirely unlike this. Commenor was busy, but almost fastidiously clean. Even the industrial sector and the low-income housing districts were relatively neat, though with some bits of debris here and there.

Tynna is a rough-hewn world with a city that looks as grimy as it is crowded. Mostly it appears to be made up of plateaus, with some significant geologic activity at the poles. There appear to be some equatorial bands of wild vegetation. The spaceport and its attendant city resides in the southern hemisphere midway between the pole and the equator, with a large, convenient, if murky lake nearby. While there is minimal air pollution -- mostly only from the coming and going of spacecraft with engines of dubious quality -- the ground pollution is something else entirely. Litter, trash, offal from various beasts of burden -- even that much is apparent as the Platinum Eclipse makes a slow, sweeping approach to the landing bay assigned to it. There appears to be a low-level amount of grime to just about everything.

Some kind of granite seems to be the major building material, reinforced with sub-layers of plasteel. In layout it is not entirely unlike Marnaas' spaceport city. The likeness ends there, however -- where Marnaas was a bit of a rough-and-tumble, young Republic colony world with a definite goal, Tynna is a lot more 'worldly,' as one might politely put it. Great numbers of people and beasts and droids, all in varying states of cleanliness and culture, walk through the streets. Nobody appears to be flaunting any sort of wealth, however; the rule of the day seems to be "low-key" -- don't look funny at anyone else, mind your own business, and you'll get to the corner provisions store just fine...

Zero tries not to make a face too often as he guides the ship in. "Here's a page from my past I could have done without," he mutters sardonically.

Freyja blinks, watching in fascination. Amazingly gritty place... if there's nothing needed of her by her companions while they're here and refueling, she hopes to have a bit of time to look around and explore. With Vakkal she should be fine, even if she does look like a daffy tourist.

Fhazil grimaces a bit. "I saw a few places like this in the Outer Rim at gal-north, but I guess they show up just about everywhere."

Zero says, "Inescapable, unless you've got money."

Freyja looks up at the others, then back at the view, "Well... I've not seen many like this... the few I did, we never had any trouble. However, I realize tagging along with a Wookiee probably had a lot to do with that." She grins quietly to herself, continuing to watch. She adds cheerfully, "So, Vakkal, if Fhazil and Zero don't need us, want to go wandering?" More pragmatically she adds, "Someone's got to make food and water purchases."

Fhazil chuckles, while Vakkal nods, "Here, Freyja, where you go I most definitely will." Freyja grins, quietly pleased.

Zero says, "I'll see to getting the ship berthed and fueled. You want to meet someplace in a few hours?"

Fhazil says, "I'll go with you, Zero. I'd recommend simply meeting back at the ship."

Freyja says, "Sure, that works for me too, if Vakkal's willing."

Zero says, "I'd rather hang around and keep an eye on the fuelers in a place like this, honestly. I don't want any surprises... and I don't want to be cheated, either."

Freyja nods, adding, "If I can help with that, just ask, Zero."


The three robed beings bow in unison. "You summoned us, Master?" the center one asks quietly. Gently. Almost silently.

The figure before them, wreathed in the light of the morning sun as it thunders through the window-walls, does not turn around right away. "Thank you for coming."

"We could do naught else. You have a task for us?"

The figure turns and walks slowly forward, sunlight wrapping itself around her shoulders like a cloak of light. "There is a situation developing. We are unsure as to its meaning. The Ophics know something, but they are sacrosanct; we cannot approach them. It falls to you to be our reach in this matter."

The three beings bow again. "It is an honor to serve, Master," another intones; a lisping, lilting voice.

The light-enshrouded figure nods. "You honor us with your service, Templars. This matter requires the highest discretion, and for that reason I requested the Grand Commander to send you to me. Of the many Templars you are amongst the few who know of the sacred duty we must undertake. For this, we trust you."

"You will be briefed on the events which took place on Marnaas earlier this year. You will be given the depositions of all involved. Some of the ones involved are acting in ways which are raising questions, and their names were mentioned in connection with several... incidents in Balmorra Sector, before they departed Commenor. They have since become itinerant."

The first one speaks again. "Not errant? Or Fallen?"

"No. At least, we do not consider them Fallen yet. Two of them are Padawans of the Order. Their master's beliefs border on heterodoxy but he is untouchable; you are not to approach him. This will make your task difficult, but I trust you will find ways."

"What will you wish us to draw from them, then?"

"Information. What are they doing? Where are they going? We find it hard to believe they have been involved in so much by mere coincidence, though the will of the Force has not been ruled out. We must know if the tides of the future are flowing around them; if in fact they have a destiny... and if that destiny is to serve the light or to attempt its extinguishment."

"And if the latter?"

The figure is silent for a few moments, then sighs. "Do nothing yet. We are not assassins. Report back to me directly using the Tavalak Code."

"We will not fail the Calefactors, Master."

"Have a care with that name; we cannot let the Watchers know who we are. In time perhaps they too will see what we have been forced by circumstance to do. But not now." She pauses. "You may go. The Force be with you."

The three Templars bow in return. "And also with you, Master," they intone, then turn and walk from the room.

The figure watches them depart, then sighs and shakes her head. She turns back to the window, to the grand view of Coruscant outside, at the expanse of the Jedi Temple grounds at the base of the tower.

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