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Interlude XVIII

Freyja spends some time talking with the local constabulary, explaining the desire of the Darksiders to be tried in a court of Law, rather than by the Jedi. She also notes her intention to ask Jedi Master Nifalu to "sit in" on the trial, if he is willing, so everyone knows there was no tampering through the Force done during the trial, so the judgment can be truly fair and objective. "Is that acceptable to you, honored captain?"

The constable captain, a rather grizzled and bright Klatoonian, looks mildly discomfited. "We have not had Force-using criminals on Kalarba in recent memory," he says. "A few hundred years ago there was one, but the Jedi came and took him away. There is that precedent. The Republic of late has been trying hard to maintain their relationship with us, and this is somewhat contrary to the traditional ways of that relationship...."

Freyja nods, "I understand, captain -- believe me, I do! -but the Darksiders are afraid they will be blamed by the Order for the actions of the assassin of Jedi." She smiles faintly, "We may know this is not the case," or hope, she thinks dryly, "-but how can they be sure? This is a chance for us to let them know both that Jedi can be reasonable, and that Law must apply to them as well as to everyone else in the Republic, hai?" A moment later she adds, "The Republic... and independent allied planets as well, I hope."

The constable studies Freyja with slightly narrowed eyes, but then nods when she amends her words to -- at least in theory -- separate the client states from the Republic itself. He considers carefully and taps a datapad on his desk. "I have a planetary governing council that's about evenly split between separatists and separatist sympathizers, and Republicans and Republican sympathizers, with enough on the fence to tip the balance either way if persuaded. So. If they are found innocent, they are of course free to go. What if they are found guilty? We do not have the facilities to imprison Force-using criminals."

Freyja says, "If they are found guilty..." she pauses, considering, then says slowly, "Do you have the concept here of working off one's sentence? If so, why not have them do something useful and helpful for Kalarba and Xagobah? As long as it does not involve using the Force to harm others, I would think that a satisfactory solution for your separatists and Republicans... and the various Force users as well?"

The captain says, "For certain crimes, yes. For murder and accessory to same, no. But even if the court found mitigating circumstances that would require hard labor from them, again, how do we incarcerate them to the satisfaction of the state?"

Freyja says, "Mm." She thinks a bit more... then brightens. "Ah! Well, in that case we'll just have to get them to promise to abide by the sentence handed down to them! And if they break their oath -- well, it's a problem for the Order then, hai? The one that breaks their oath is undependable, and the Order should handle them then, I'd think?"

The captain taps his fingers together. "The answer I'm going to get to that is a very sarcastic, 'I'm sure that will be comforting to the families of someone who is killed by them.' Some of the council members think they have quite the vibro-rapier wit. Padawan Freyja... I know you have been honest with me, but I must ask this. Do you honestly believe that all of the Darksiders, every last one, will abide by the court's decision no matter what it is? That if we imprison them, they won't try to break out? That if we sentence them to labor, they won't take the opportunity to all but walk off planet."

Freyja is silent for a moment... then says politely, "Honored Captain, may I speak freely, and know this will not be repeated?"

He thinks for a moment, then nods. "Your words will not leave this room, and there are no recording devices active here."

Freyja says, "Very well, and thank you. I believe the Darksiders will do this for three reasons. One, they are most fearful of being sent to Carceri, not of hard labor. Two, they wish a Republic that is friendly to all forms of Force use -- not just Lightside use -- and thus, three, if they stay and serve their sentence fairly and honestly -- they will have made a powerful and incontrovertible argument that they can be trusted, and they should be allowed to move freely through society, without worry of being picked up by Jedi and all but forgotten on a distant prison planet."

Freyja smiles and shrugs slightly, "I do not even know if Carceri truly exists... but it is a frightening, distant, but ever-present night-monster to them. So... that is why I am willing to give them a chance. I believe there can be ethical Darkside Force use... but not if we never give them a chance."

He nods slowly. "So, in effect, if they really wish to harm relations between the Republic and Kalarba... they will simply allow judgment to be passed on them by a Kalarban court." He shakes his head. "Ingenious," he says wryly.

Freyja adds with quiet grimness, "And if they kill someone in escaping, and I find out... I will come back and personally take responsibility for it, to the family of the dead person... and for hunting them down to the best of my ability." She moves her hands in the Balmorran ritual of oath swearing, "So I swear on heart and hand, so mote it be, on my self and my family name."

The captain nods a little. "All right," he says quietly, "I believe you. I will push to have them judged by the Kalarban planetary court. I will see what my friends can do to keep it from being a nerfscourt. If Master Nifalu is amenable we would probably require that he be there in order to do this properly. I can already tell you that some, if not all of them, will be considered an accessory to murder, which will certainly bring in the Republic's legalists since those who were killed were Republic plenipotentiaries."

Freyja nods, "I quite understand, Captain. It is my intention to implore the Jedi Master to be the one attending, for the simple reason that he is the leader of the murdered Jedi -- if he says it was a fair and honest trial, it would take an ignorant or stupid person to argue that." She smiles in quiet relief, "And... thank you, Captain. I know what I ask is... what is it called? -a political hot patato? Er... potata?" She looks faintly sheepish, "Whatever that edible tuber root is called..."

"It's not a question of a fair or legal trial, though it may be. It's a matter of jurisdiction. The role of plenipotentiaries has always been somewhat nebulous, but it has until now always defaulted to the Republic. This is not going to make the Republic happy. But I imagine the separatists don't care much about that." Freyja nods quietly.

The constable makes a quiet grumbling sound. "All right. We'll see what happens. I will push for it to the best of my ability, and I don't think the planetary council will attempt to override me. Most might be glad for a little self-determination." He spreads his hands. "I'll let the Hall of Justice know we are going to remand the Darksiders into their hands for trial and judgment.

Freyja beams, sitting up, and thanks the captain again, both for his willingness to help, for giving her time to discuss this with him, and for taking on such a difficult issue. Then she politely withdraws, not wanting to waste his time.

Outside, Freyja mentally checks with Fhazil to be sure Zero's still sleeping peacefully, then asks Fhazil to alert her when the Watcher arrives. Once that's done she takes a deep breath, and starts what she suspects will be the second hardest bit to set up -- she calls Jedi Master Nifalu's office and asks for an appointment as soon as possible, at a location of his choice, please? The hardest bit, of course, will be selling this to the Darksiders -- or so she's guessing. Nifalu's shown himself to be a man of honor and thoughtfulness so far, after all.

Surprisingly, the master responds quickly. Perhaps divining what she is intending, he proposes a meeting in the park outside the constabulary, near the fountain and during the park's quietest time of the day. By the time Freyja gets there, Nifalu and the Padawan are already waiting, seated at a bench. They stand as she approaches, and bow. "The Force be with you, Padawan Freyja."

Freyja smiles, happy to see them, and returns both bow and polite greeting, "And with you, honored Jedi. May I introduce Vakkal of Haus Rigg, my huskarl?"

The master nods pleasantly. "Being a pleasure, Huskarl Vakkal. I am having never met one from Khar Velos; reputation having precedes your people in Order Militant." He adds, "Padawan Damra having informed me shortly after we saw you enter the cooling spire that you were of that world."

Vakkal merely blinks as he nods his head pleasantly in return greeting. "Your Padawan is... well informed."

Freyja grins at Vakkal, "Oh, she's Arkanian, and speaks the Tongue of Visible Whispers." Her tone is casual, as if that's of no more importance than what Vakkal's world of birth is. "Anyways... let's not waste Master Nifalu's time, hai?"

The Arkanian is a bit surprised, and starts to speak in Sith, apparently asking where Freyja learned not only Sith but that name for the language, before cutting herself off and inclining her head. "Yes, of course, Padawan, my apologies."

Freyja grins at the Padawan, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "From my huskarl, of course!" She adds cheerfully, "If you'd like, perhaps we can talk some more later? But for now..." she sits with the Jedi and Vakkal, and starts talking. She explains the agreement with the Darksiders, and her subsequent conversation with the constabulary captain. Then she takes a deep breath and looks at the alien, "So... that's why I asked to talk to you, Master Nifalu. I cannot stay, and I'm already under suspicion of Darksider sympathies." Lady knows why... her quietly amused, sarcastic inner voice provides, "But if you would graciously consent to attend the trial... there'd be neh question as to the fairness and honesty of the trial -- and that the Force was not used to influence judgment at all." She adds with slightly desperate hopefulness, "...please? I know this is a huge favor to ask... but I have neh one else to turn to."

Nifalu listens silently, not even venturing his body language. "I am seeing your concerns," he says at last. "I am can be telling you that suspicions of Darksider sympathies come from a hunter of Khar Velos as your huskarl, and your other companion, the silver-haired Corellian, whom I have been told is a Darksider but not which tradition of same, though I suspect Sith." He pauses. "You are realizing that you are asking the commander of a Republic plenipotentiary mission to surrender jurisdiction to a client state for the deaths of people under his leadership."

Freyja nods, "I understand where the suspicions come from, Jedi Master. However, if you look at Vakkal, I think you will realize he is not... er... your average garden-variety person from Khar Velos? He is an honorable man. He would not be here, now, if I did not believe that so completely that I'd trust my very life to him." She considers a moment further, trying to properly analyze Nifalu's second statement while he (hopefully) realizes Vakkal is a Bright Sith.

He nods. "Am having noticed that he being different is. And had been having noticed... event at spires, shortly after entering. Had not asked before, as not sure what meaning it was. Padawan Freyja... what been having happened?"

Finally Freyja realizes there isn't a good way to sweet-coat the situation. She looks up, and simply says politely, "Hai, Jedi Master, that is what I'm as- er, pardon, honored Master? I... am not quite sure what you're asking, please?"

"Padawan Freyja after going into cooling spire, I did sensed the most unusual event within the Force centered upon your group. I am having difficulty understanding what it was. Have been told that your huskarl is of people nominally allied with Sith, and that one of you is Darksider. Other human companion be dangerously gray for a Jedi. Yet in cooling spire... something happened. Sensed not four presences, but two.. and one was impossible to fathom. And so am asking again, Padawan Freyja: what happened in cooling tower? What are you?"

Freyja says, "Oh." She opens her mouth to answer... then pauses. "Uhm. This is... a very difficult question to answer, Master Nifalu, and not because I wish to avoid it, believe me. I would dearly love to have the truth -- all the truth! -- come out into the open, for reasoned public debate in the Order." She sighs quietly, "Unfortunately... Vakkal and I both are under an Order Seal concerning all the occurrences which started this chain of events." She frowns with frustration... then adds unhappily, "That's why we asked for a very, very calm and reasonable Watcher, too. May I have a moment to see if there's any of this I can try explaining, without violating the Seal, please?"

He folds his arms, his ruff rippling oddly. "Are being speaking of Marnaas Seal? I was having been told of it, very little. Yes, please to be do so."

Freyja nods, "Hai, that's it. Moment, please..." She considers carefully, and finally decides the safest thing to do is to ask the Jedi Master if he'd like to be present when the Watcher hears what they want help with. First, though, she'll whisper to Fhazil and Vakkal (Zero still being peacefully sleeping and healing) her conclusions, and ask them if they're willing to go along with this?

Fhazil responds, I don't think there's any way we can get out of it, Freyja. It's going to have to be told at some point; it may as well be now.

Freyja nods, Thank you, Fhaziza... I just didn't want you to feel trapped or un-consulted on this, since you're the one who'll be doing most of the speaking. She glances at Vakkal, And you, brother mine?

Vakkal replies, I really have to agree... there's no way around it. The Order was going to find out at some point.

Freyja grins, leaning to hug Vakkal, and sending a mental hug to Fhazil as well, Thanks so much, guys! Then she smiles at the alien Jedi, "All right, I think we have a possible solution for you, Jedi Master... would you like to be present when we get the help we asked for, from the Watcher you said you could recommend to us?" She pauses, then adds, "Ah... I do not wish to be impolite, but I might also recommend your Padawan not be present... not because we do not trust her, but because this information might either get her into trouble, or have her mind invaded by, er... well, by unpleasant people who do not care how they get information?"

The Padawan glances concernedly to Nifalu; the master looks... unhappy. "I am all-too-well understanding what it is you are not saying. Very well. That is acceptable."

Freyja nods, then adds with quiet courtesy, "Honored Master, believe me, I would prefer things have not come to this pass. But... they have. It is my thought that now is when people of integrity must brave... social censure, or worse, to accomplish the right and honorable path. However... it doesn't mean dragging innocents into the political fray is right or necessary, at least to our way of seeing it." She thinks a bit, then asks hopefully, "So... is this a hai on attending the Darksiders' trial as well, honored Master?"

"Being conditional acceptance. I am not making promises. Are essentially asking me to release possible murderers of my people into others' jurisdiction. Justice be done, yes, but being whose justice? Republic's or separatists?"

Freyja looks relieved, then smiles, "Master Nifalu, this is why you would be better at this than I. I don't know that. I've not had enough experience to recognize the difference, whereas obviously you have." She beams at the alien, "And... thank you, from the bottom of my heart! I can't tell you how much this means to me. Trying to take care of the Darksiders before we must leave was weighing very heavily on my mind." She pauses a moment, then asks, "Would you like to come meet them, Master Nifalu? We need to get them to accept this arrangement also, after all?"

Master Nifalu says, "Is not being hard to see, Padawan. Republicans are wishing Republic and Jedi to be taking responsibility for Darksiders, for trial and judgment. Separatists being wish for Kalarban determination, to set precedent. Myself, am being ambivalent personally, but officially am to press for Republic jurisdiction over any found guilty of being in relation to murders of Jedi."

Freyja nods, "I understand, Master Nifalu. However, what you can give them that I cannot is a reputable (within the Order) verification that the trial was performed honestly -- without the Force being used to influence results or harm any of the judges or jurists." She pauses, reflecting, then adds a bit uncertainly, "Er... courts of law do have judges and jurists here, hai?"

He nods. "Yes, they are being having that. Hall of Justice is highest court of world. Being held to trial by jury."

Freyja says, "Oh, good." She sounds relieved. "So... would you like to come meet them now, Master Nifalu?" He nods, standing.

Freyja looks extremely relieved as she also stands. On the way over she starts the hardest (or so she suspects) part of this deal-making procedure -- she calls the Darksiders, telling them she's coming over, and bringing a Jedi with her. She doesn't want anyone startled, and acting without proper reflection at this point. They have a tenuous peace currently -- no need to tip it over by foolish haste.

Freyja will warn the Padawan and the Jedi Master before they enter that the Darksiders may be a bit... jumpy, but remaining calm helps. Once again, the group of Darksiders is gathered, though they're much more nervous this time; it's obvious. Only the Dark Jedi Master and the Valsarian Epopt seem reasonably at ease. The ones who surrendered to Freyja are nowhere to be found.

Freyja's body language has changed a bit as well -- her movements are slow and deliberate, and her voice is low and calmly reassuring. She politely introduces everyone present, makes tea for everyone, then makes sure there's a place for everyone to sit and sip their tea.

Freyja starts talking once everyone's had a few moments to let their fur (or other appendages) settle a bit, "So, let me update you all on the current situation. The captain of the constabulary has agreed to push for a trial by law for you all, contingent upon you all swearing to abide by whatever sentence is handed down. Is this acceptable to you all?"

The Darksiders all -- with varying stages of reluctance -- agree. "It's better that way," the Dark Jedi Master comments, eying Nifalu warily. "But how do we know the constable won't be overruled by the planetary council?"

Freyja nods (with barely perceptible relief) at the verbal confirmation from everyone, then continues, "Excellent. Well, the constable told me he'd push as hard as he could for a trial here, of law, and that he didn't think the planetary Council would try to override. As you already know, there are separatists on the Council who would like some self-determination. Plus, in order to be sure the trial is honest and fair, and that none will claim it was a set-up, I thought we could provide someone from the 'other side,' to verify the Force was not used at all during the trial." She waves a slender golden hand towards the Jedi alien, "I have asked Jedi Master Nifalu to do this for you, as he has proven himself an honorable and thoughtful man, and has a vested interest in the truth coming out, as well." She sips her tea, then adds calmly, "Is this also acceptable to you all?"

The group is quiet. Then the Valsarian Epopt says, "Does he not have a vested interest in seeing us remanded to the Republic? It was his people who were killed by the assassin, after all." The Alderaanian Darksider, surprisingly, provides an Aurabesh translation.

Freyja thinks a moment, then chooses her words carefully, so as to not misrepresent the Jedi Master, "He has informed me that officially he must push for the Republic to take you all for incarceration, if there is a guilty verdict." She pauses, then adds, "However, as I pointed out to the constable, you all have an excellent reason to actually serve your sentences, should you be found guilty -- you will be graphic examples that all Darksiders are not untrustworthy and disreputable. And... you've all just sworn to indeed serve your sentences." She pauses, looking around carefully for reactions.

The group is sullen. In terms of realpolitik there's no guarantee at all that things will happen as Freyja is saying they will. Many of them know very well that politicians will do whatever it takes to get what they want. It's all too possible the group will become pawns in the squabbling between the Republic and the client state, though only the Master and the Epopt seem to realize Freyja is reading the group that well.

Freyja smiles a bit ruefully, adding quietly, "I'm sorry. However, part of insisting on a court of law is abiding by its rulings. If you feel you cannot do so, I strongly suggest you tell me so now, so I may release you from your oath to serve out any sentence."

Freyja adds very politely, "I'm sure you all recall your warning to me about your probable reactions were you simply sent to Carceri... and that I suggested we not leap to conclusions ahead of time. I hope you will forgive me if I warn you all that should I find someone has broken their oath concerning serving their sentence, and innocents have been harmed as a consequence... I will, by my Haus oath, be forced to come back here to take responsibility for your actions... and then I will find the guilty party and impart what I believe is justice upon them."

Freyja adds calmly, "However, I'm sure I'm erroneously leaping to conclusions there also. Please forgive me for not taking my own advice. Instead, do any of you have any other questions or suggestions?" She sips her tea and continues quietly watching the Darksiders.

The room is quiet for a moment. Then the master says icily, "It isn't a matter of serving out the sentence. It's a matter of serving it out under the 'tender ministrations' of the Jedi. We are grateful you have gone as far as you have in ensuring we are given a fair trial by the Kalarbans, and are not simply handed over to the Jedi. Very well, then. We'll see what happens. Your threat is noted and understood, and nobody here has any doubt you would follow through with it. We will stand trial here and abide by the decisions... even if that means the Council accedes to the desires of the Republic, and rams through the remanding of us to the Republic's custody."

Freyja says quietly, "If it helps any, I suggested to the Captain that sentences of some sort of social service would be of more benefit to Xagobah and Kalarba, than would incarceration."

The Corellian makes a quiet sound. "Certainly better than tucked away in a prison."

Freyja says, "That was my thought also. And that pre-supposes a guilty verdict. Since I do not know what precisely you all did, I would not venture to assume it will be returned so." She sighs quietly, then adds, "I thank you for your patience and honor in all this. I am sorry things are as they are... war makes for both strange bedfellows as well as uncomfortable, from what I have seen."

Freyja looks at everyone for a few moments, Jedi as well as Darksiders, "Well. Is there anything else I can do, to make this easier for everyone?" The Darksiders, now significantly sober but resigned, are in need of nothing, it seems. Freyja nods and politely withdraws with the Jedi.

Outside the house she sits down a bit abruptly on the topmost step of the manse's front walk, and sighs wearily, "Lady bless... your pardon, my companions. I'm... a little tired today... if I could have just a moment, please?" Arranging diplomatic deals between warring factions is exhausting, she's finding!

Vakkal nods, "That's all right, Freyja. Though that could have gone worse." Nifalu doesn't seem to be able to provide anything in response to Freyja.

Freyja nods with tired rue at Vakkal, "Hai... so far, so good, I hope. Maybe we can get through all this, Force willing, with good faith on both sides." She crosses her fingers with a small grin, "It's worked before... now we have to hope the Watcher can help us." She tilts her head thoughtfully at the Jedi Master, "I don't suppose you have someone in mind that fits our requirements, honored Master?"

Nifalu says, "Having already been sent someone to your ship. Should be already there." A minute later, actually, Fhazil notes to the others that the Watcher has arrived. He sounds simultaneously nervous, aggravated, and wary.

Freyja reaches for a helpful hand-up back onto her feet from Vakkal, giving him a grin and a thank you when she's almost bounced lightly back up! "All right... so, would you like to meet us at the Eclipse, Master Nifalu, after seeing your Padawan back to the constabulary, or accompany us there?" She grins at Fhazil's mental commentary, It's all right, Fhaziza... just stay muted, let him or her in, warn them we have someone healing and sleeping in another room so quiet is appreciated... and we're on our way to join you, hai?

Fhazil sends a little reluctantly, Staying muted is really the least of our worries.. but we'll explain more when you get here.

Umm... all right. Well, we'll be there soon, dear heart. Hold on!

Nifalu's Padawan has some research to conduct, and now there is no assassin it's not a risk for her to go on her own to the constabulary. Freyja nods, glad there's no risk, and bidding the Padawan goodbye -- and perhaps they can speak more later? As they head for the spaceport, Freyja curiously asks the Jedi, "Master Nifalu, have you heard anything about rumors of... a Sith lord being captured in battle by the Jedi? Is that true, do you know?"

Nifalu makes a quiet sound. "I have heard of such, yes. I know nothing official but I believe that a Lord Kuldron Vasser, a pureblood, was captured and taken to Carceri. I think it extremely foolish, if true. The powers of a Sith Lord are at least equal to those of a master. It would mean the wardens of Carceri have indelible proof their facilities can hold such a one."

Freyja nods slowly and thoughtfully. She glances at Vakkal, curious as to whether he recognizes the name? Vakkal glances to Nifalu, then says, "Kuldron Vasser, the last I heard of him, was about to have the title of Lord conferred upon him by Lord Sargo Hulnoi Vin, Lord of Savettrika. He was of War, and considered a good strategist."

Freyja nods thoughtfully again, "Well, then at least he will be honorable... although I wonder if the Jedi will realize that..." She sighs quietly, then adds, "Also, Master Nifalu, has anything been heard about the former manager of spaceport security?" She glances around as they enter the spaceport grounds, adding quietly, "If she's not yet fled the planet, she only worsens her case by staying hidden, I fear."

"I have been hearing nothing of her, I fear. I am feeling that we will soon know of her whereabouts, however."

Freyja says, "We will? Oh, good! er..." she pauses, then adds a bit worriedly, "...is that good?"

"I am really not knowing, Padawan Freyja. It is being only a feeling I am having."

Freyja nods a bit uncertainly, "Ah... I se- well, I don't, but thank you." She keys open the ship, then politely gestures, "Please enter our home and be welcome, Jedi Master Nifalu."

Nifalu thanks Freyja, and the group enters. They find an interesting tableau: Fhazil is standing by the door to the back of the ship, arms folded, looking utterly immovable and fairly stern... while seated on the table in the crew area (and trying to not look at Fhazil) is a sheepish-looking Kushiban. Like most Kushiban, it is a three-foot tall, white, slightly fuzzy quadruped lapine with well-articulated forelimbs, each of which ends in a very formidable set of vestigial digging claws. A small baldric in Jedi brown adorns its body. As Freyja enters, it straightens and does a suitable amalgam of a bow. "Padawan Freyja, I presume," it says in perfectly accented Aurabesh. "And Huskarl Vakkal... Master Nifalu?" It blinks. "What are you doing here? Er, I'm sorry, I withdraw my question...."

Freyja blinks -- a Kushiban?! She winces slightly, understanding a bit more why Fhazil looks rather grim, but then simply sighs and says, "Well... let's see. I think tea for everyone -- don't you, Vakkal, Fhazil?" She heads into the kitchenette with them so the two Jedi have a moment of peace to talk.

Once there, Freyja looks at Fhazil a little worriedly, murmuring, "What's wrong? Why does the Kushiban look... I don't know, a bit embarrassed?" She puts on tea for everyone as she speaks, then starts searching for a mug small enough for those hugely clawed little hands as she waits for the answer.

Fhazil takes in a deep breath. "Remember when I was a guest of the Watchers and Republic Intelligence at the Pinnacle?" he says half-cheerfully.

Freyja almost drops the cup she's holding, "Oh, neh..." She sighs, closing her eyes and rubbing her forehead, "What a day. Kill me... kill me now..."

Behind them in the doorway, the Kushiban looks reasonably embarrassed. "Er... I'm afraid so, Padawan Freyja. I was the Jedi assigned to Fhazil Taas' case."

Freyja half laughs, half snorts in tired amusement, "Oh, Lady, you must be laughing at me now..." She sighs, then simply gives Fhazil a close hug, resting her head on his shoulder, "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I didn't know... but this doesn't change anything. We're still leaving here together -- or not at all."

The Kushiban makes a rather odd sound -- sort of like a chirp and a mutter. "I came here under certain conditions, Padawan Freyja, as I've explained to Fhazil Taas. You sought a member of the Watchers to relate certain information to. The presence of Fhazil Taas was probably not it. At some point I will need to relate to my superiors about him being here... but we have a tradition of pragmatism and honor, after all." He pauses, then adds wistfully, "I just wish we'd found out about Fhazil's claustrophobia a little earlier...."

Fhazil sighs quietly and hugs Freyja back gently. "It's all right," he says quietly. "It's just I want to be angry at him, and it's bloody hard to do when Kushiban get that way, especially when they're being sincere."

There's a weird stifled sound from where Freyja's face is against Fhazil's shoulder -- as if she's trying not to giggle tiredly at Fhazil's comments about sincerity and Kushiban. By the time she straightens, though, she's got herself under better control, and simply smiles and nods politely to the Kushiban, "Well... as I just told another bunch of, er... rather spooky people, let's not jump to conclusions. First... tea. I think some nice, calming ritual would be helpful just now."

The Kushiban nods. "Certainly, Padawan Freyja. The Alderaanian noh tea ceremony is well-known as being very calming, and a number of Jedi on Alderaan practice it."

Freyja smiles at the Kushiban as she makes tea, slowly and deliberately. She picks a leaf type which is at best calming, at worst neutral, to all the species present... lets it steep while she sets out various nice additives and nibbles for everyone, politely asking the Kushiban if he'd like a nice big cushion to sit on instead of the table.

"Yes, please, Padawan. That would be most appreciated." His claws make quiet but very noticeable *tiktiktik* sounds as he gingerly steps from the table onto a seat.

Thank goodness for big poofy Balmorran cushions! Freyja thinks, a little inconsequentially -- then has to concentrate not to giggle again. Once the tea's ready, she also checks that the little cup she's picked out for the Kushiban is acceptable to him. If so, she pours for everyone, then adds a comfortable dollop of cream and sugar to hers. As long as none of the Jedi Masters seem impatient, she even sits with her eyes closed for a moment, breathing the scent and making herself relax.

Finally Freyja opens her eyes and has a long sip of tea. After a moment, and an appreciative sigh, she sets her tea aside and starts speaking. "Thank you, honored Masters, for being patient for a moment... it's been, ah... well, kind of a long day so far." She smiles ruefully, glad Fhazil's there to lean against, then continues, "All right. I guess... introductions first?" She introduces herself and her companions, taking quiet relaxation from the simple ritual, then adds, "We have met Jedi Master Nifalu, but Vakkal and I don't know your name, honored Watcher?"

The Kushiban makes a quiet sound. "Actually, I am not yet ascended to the grade of Master. To be quite honest, I have been considering paladinhood -- but that is another story. I am Watcher Manishsha of Kush'ahn. And I must confess that I am already passingly familiar with yourself, Huskarl Vakkal of Khar Velos, and Padawan Zero Satau of Sedrak."

Freyja looks interested, "Really? How so, if I may ask?"

Manishsha looks a little sheepish. "Your betrothal to the Arving Lord Fafnir Jotunsen was well-publicized. That your huskarl is of Khar Velos raised many eyebrows, as soon as the Watchers of the sector priory asked the Archives what species he was. However, because of the events surrounding Marnaas, there was a great deal of motivation within the many hierarchies of the Order to not interfere, reasoning that you had somehow, during Marnaas, Redeemed Vakkal." He turns his eyes to Freyja then, and they seem to have startling intensity. "That isn't exactly... accurate, I take it."

Freyja puzzles for a moment, then says cautiously, "Er... by Redeemed you mean convert to a Jedi? If so, then neh, I did not -- er... wait. I'm not exactly at liberty to talk about this..." She thinks furiously for a moment as she sips her tea, then whispers quietly, telepathically, Fhaziza, this is your call. Are you comfortable speaking to this Watcher? If you say neh, we'll back you on it. What do you want right now?

The Kushiban nods, taking a delicate sip of tea; he holds the cup in the tips of his really incredibly long claws. Freyja is vaguely reminded of a mole. "I know. The Seal is an irritation to many of us. It's had far-reaching consequences which we have been trying to work our way around for months." Freyja watches the way the Kushiban handles things with a bit of fascination as she waits for Fhazil's decision. It really is interesting, although she has to remind herself not to stare.

Fhazil says, I'm... just grousing, I suppose. He brings back some bad memories. If we can help make things right in the Republic enough to get every Oather Jedi and his brother get off our back, I'll be comfortable with roasting nerfsticks in a supernova.

Freyja grins at Fhazil in tired relief, then leans to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. When she's straightened, she says to the two Jedi, "In that case, I should make some things clear, honored Watcher Manishsha and Master Nifalu. Due to the Seal, Vakkal and Zero and I are sworn to silence." Her tired grin gets a touch mischievous, "However... it occurred to us the other day that we have one member of our group present who is not bound by the Seal, and who has agreed to speak to you about what happened on Marnaas. It is the beginning of a, ah... rather long and convoluted story, and if necessary I'll make dinner for us all while Fhazil talks, later on... but we really, truly feel it is of great importance that this information, and the subsequent results, come out."

Freyja adds quietly, more seriously, "This is probably going to sound somewhat incredible in places, too... and I suspect it will make you both very unpopular in, um... certain circles within the Order. All we ask, please, is that you listen with an open mind... and that if you doubt Fhazil's words, feel free to ask us if he speaks truth. Verifying that, I believe, is not covered by the Seal." Fhazil nods quietly, and begins to talk. He leaves nothing out. He starts from his arrival on Marnaas and just does not stop until he gets to the part where he returns to the Empire with Lord Shen Ravos and Lord Ghang.

Master Nifalu has a look of intense curiosity. The Kushiban, on the other hand, seems as on the verge of apoplexy as a Jedi can get. Kushiban fur is often derided and mocked as being 'mood fur,' when in actuality it doesn't shift colors all that much, based upon the physiological state of the Kushiban. But even as she's watching Freyja can see the hues and saturation levels in the Kushiban's fur rippling in agitation. He is making a copious amount of notes on a datapad, his tea almost forgotten.

Freyja wonders why the Kushiban is so upset... hm... perhaps some stringent rule was broken by hiding this information from the rest of the Jedi? She's glad he's taking this so seriously, though. With luck, this will fulfill their duty to the Force here -- to help put a little Darkness into the Republic, the bastion of the Light -- and will cause enough uproar amongst the Order that she and her friends can swiftly slide in, then out, of Balmorra, so she can do her duty to her people, and be married. She sighs internally... she knows she has to do that before heading for the Empire, or at least behind the battle lines into Empire-held territory... and they have to head there in order to both help put some Light into the Empire, the bastion of the Dark, and to keep the Empire from shattering the Republic while the Order is in disarray.

"This is simply... incredible," the Kushiban says as Fhazil winds down the story. He is almost panting, the Human equivalent of sweating. "That a Seal was placed on all this...! I... I can almost see why they would want this hidden from the Watchers. By the Force, for starters we need to get Padawan Talmon away from Coruscant to somewhere safer. He's obviously being kept there to be watched, and not by the Watchers."

Freyja says, "Um... well... I'm glad you believe us about this, Watcher Manishsha, but... that's not all. Or rather, that's not all that has had a Seal slapped on it, however temporarily. Have you heard about the droids we fought on Commenor?"

Manishsha looks warily to Freyja. "I heard something about that. Balmorra Sector was not my specialty, outside of all Watchers hearing about the Seal slapped on the incident at Marnaas."

Freyja nods, then looks at Fhazil, "Better tell him about that too, then... especially since we need help badly on... tracking down the perpetrators of the sales." She looks unhappily at the Kushiban, "It gets... ugly from now on, honored Watcher."

In fifteen minutes the Kushiban is what could reasonably be termed as absolutely livid. His fur has fluffed out in a dangerous predator's reaction, making him seem easily twice his normal size -- and not at all fluffy and cuddly. Freyja gets the distinct impression of some sort of instinctive Force ability of the Kushiban, as a wave of stark intimidation washes over her briefly. "Preposterous!" he exclaims. And, "Abhorrent! Reckless! Utter foolishness and greed!"

Freyja nods quietly, "So we believe, honored Watcher. You can perhaps understand now both our perplexity as to how to proceed with honor -- and how to stop this terrible wrongness of action." She raises an interested eyebrow at the effect, then gently 'warms' Zero's dreams, so they stay calm and healing. She simply checks Vakkal and Fhazil visually, to see if they need a bit of a mental hug.

Fhazil seems surprised, but handles it well. Nifalu is simply hard to read, though his own ruff is up a bit. Vakkal, being a predator and more close to his evolutionary roots as one, seems almost utterly cowed, his ears flattening as he visibly tries to back away from the Kushiban -- despite it requiring him having to go through the back of his seat.

After a moment of this the Watcher seems to collapse inward completely on himself, his fur flattening as he shakes himself and returns to a normal white hue. "I am... so sorry," he says contritely. "Please forgive me, Vakkal of Khar Velos. That was unconscionable of me." Vakkal, looking now simply weirdly surprised, only nods slowly. The Watcher casts his eyes downward, "What you have told me... is nothing less than treason against the Republic. I cannot for the life of me think of any mitigating factors."

Freyja sets aside her tea and moves to gently hug Vakkal. It's all right... he has some sort of Force intimidation effect. Or... maybe it's his species; I don't know. She gently runs her hand down Vakkal's ruff, answering the Kushiban, "I cannot either, honored Watcher. I do not think you will like who seems to be the central actor in this, either... but we've not been able to find anyone else whom all the clues fit."

Vakkal is calmed by now, in part thanks to Freyja's touch. Now he's merely amazed. Freyja can get the sense that for a few moments for Vakkal, the small predator looked about as fearsome as a katarn. Freyja grins mentally and gives him a quiet, encouraging nuzzle, Full of surprises, aren't they? Fhazil told me a Kushiban once slapped Lord Ghang in the Force.

The Watcher looks to Freyja. "For some reason I am not surprised that this is going to just get worse. Please, continue. I will control myself better."

Once she's sure Vakkal is comfortable again, Freyja moves back to re-settle next to Fhazil and her tea. "So... where were we... ah, hai. The problem we have is first, the main actor is quite prominently placed in the Republic... and second, he's quite good at hiding his tracks. The people who've spoken to us about him are either dead, fled to Hutt Space, in hiding, or have had Mandalorians set on them."

"Rrrrrttt.... Mandalorians. Someone wants them very badly, then."

Freyja smiles without humor, "Believe me, honored Watcher and Jedi Master, we are not pleased at being the source of such terrible news." She takes another sip of her tea, then adds, "Plus -- we are utterly confounded as to one aspect of this person. He is good friends with a very highly placed Jedi Master! Thus we cannot fathom how he is getting away with this. The only things we've been able to come up with is that perhaps the Jedi... either somehow cannot figure this out, or is not really who he appears to be -- or, incredibly, espouses this man's actions!" She takes a slow breath, then sighs it gustily out. "So... enough warnings. The main actor, as far as we can tell... is the Balmorran Sector Senator Kalatis." She pauses, wondering how they'll take this.

Manishsha stares at Freyja for a few moments, before his ears and tail and indeed, entire body seems to droop, "...who is close friends with Master Balin Khoud. Stang. This did indeed just get worse. And it makes it all the more inexplicable. We know of his connections to Kessel. We didn't think he'd expanded to... to deal with the Sith...." He looks carefully to Freyja. "What is the nature of your belief that it is Senator Kalatis?"

Freyja pauses, gathering her thoughts carefully... then says slowly, "Honored Watcher and Master, up to this point we've been risking only our own lives by telling you this. However, now you want us to tell you about other, often innocent bystanders who've seen things which seemed wrong or perplexing to them. May I please ask for your promises that you will do all in your power to not endanger the lives of these folk -- or at least to endanger them neh further than they already are?"

The Kushiban nods, straightening. "There are some procedures I will have to enact in order to make such assurances. If there is a little time, I will need to speak with the Cardinal Watcher of the nearest sector priory and get authorization before I may even ask for this information. This protects everyone involved. I have the ability to make such a guarantee in an emergency if there is no time to spare, but if we have some time I would like to follow our established procedure."

Freyja says, "Ummm..." she glances a little unhappily at Jedi Master Nifalu, then says equally carefully, "I... fear we have less than a week left on this world, Watcher Manishsha." A little hopefully she adds, "Ahh... Master Nifalu, could um... could you shed any light on this situation for the Watcher?"

Nifalu hesitates, clearly discomfited. "I... had been receiving an order from Master Hrina Faal of Corellia, a functionary of Master Balin Khoud, to detain this group, after notifying our superiors of their arrival. Since the order was not through the chain of command of the Order Militant, as I am required to follow, and since they had been instrumental in stopping the assassin, I chose to decline the order, insisting it be through proper channels."

Freyja murmurs softly, "Thank you, Master Nifalu." Then she looks between the two Jedi, hoping they'll now make the promise to her... but unwilling to hustle Masters or Watchers. It simply isn't done.

Nifalu raises a hand. "Not be thanking me yet, Padawan Freyja. Must follow order such when arrives. To disobey breaks traditions of Order militant. Jedi are not ordered by the Order; Order militant must hold stricter chain of command. Am hoping, however, that not here will you be."

Freyja smiles, "Neh, Master. I thank you for clarifying things for the Watcher. I do not, and shall not, expect you to break your oath or your tradition for us."

The Watcher seems to grow almost predatory. Its tail flicks a little, like a catta's, and it leans forward as it watches Nifalu, its long ears cocked towards him. All four sets of its claws slowly arch and stretch, as if in some instinctual anticipation of digging for food, or catching and grasping said food -- most definitely not cuddly. "Indeeeeeeed?" he murmurs, drawing out the syllable. "Master Hrina Faal. Yes, she is one of the ones we have been concerned about."

Freyja grins quietly, watching the Watcher's claws extend. It's a good thing the cushions are sturdily made!

The Watcher straightens and shakes himself. "I can rush the procedure. Please give me a few hours and I will obtain it. The Watchers know how important time is. Master Nifalu, if I may have access to a secure terminal and the HoloNet..."

Nifalu nods. "Of course."

The Watcher turns back to Freyja, looking a lot more amenable and comfortably fluffy, like a cross between a frehkee pup and a haus catta. "If I may ask your indulgence for a few hours, I will obtain such assurances from the Watchers. We are geared to routinely review cases such as this on short notice, especially with the war going on."

Freyja nods, "Of course, honored Watcher. Um... may I ask, though, that you be cautious as to what you reveal? I do not jest when I say all our informants are... mostly deceased?"

"A valid question. And you deserve an answer. I will tell my direct handler exactly what you tell me, with my own interpretations of the data I am given. Beyond myself there will be no more than half a dozen to a dozen Watchers who will have access to the exact information you tell me. Anyone beyond that number will be given some information but not the source of that information. The Watchers as a whole must work with all information available. I can assure you, however, that we are not in the practice of revealing sources of information to persons outside the Watchers. And in this case especially we will not reveal the identities of the people you refer to, since there is the possibility of a cancer within the Order itself."

He pauses, then adds, "I cannot order you to tell me everything. That is not the way of the Watchers. We Watch. We listen. And sometimes we inform others of what they need to know. We do not demand. We do not order. We are all Jedi, and we treat all Jedi as just that: Jedi."

Freyja hesitates, then nods slowly, "All right. Thank you." She next looks inquiringly at the Y'ndlian.

Nifalu considers, then shakes his head. "It is being my opinion that this is the demesne of the Watchers. It is out of the hands of the Order Militant. I will only say that you were interviewed by the Watchers before you departed, and if the Order Militant needs that information they will have to approach the Watchers to obtain it."

"And it will not be forthcoming," the Watcher says sharply. "If an order to detain these Jedi successfully passes through the chain of command of the Order Militant, then the Order Militant is also under the influence of these maleficent elements."

Freyja blinks, then gets an unhappy look. Technically the group did indeed want to sow a little dissent and Darkness in the Order... but it hurts to watch her beloved Order hurting. She simply sighs internally, May the Force be with all of us... these are going to be painfully trying times... and nods politely to both Jedi.

"Well, in that case I should see you both out, hai?" Freyja pauses, then adds quietly, "Although... I would like to note two things, please." She turns to the Y'ndlian Jedi Master and says politely, "If you approve, could I ask you to pass on to your Padawan that I'd be happy to talk to her further, if she wishes?" She doesn't know how better to courteously leave a potentially difficult decision up to the Master -- should he let his Padawan (from a now-Sith world) talk to the dangerously heretical Padawan with apparent Sith leanings?"

Nifalu's fur ripples. "I... am passing this on to her, Padawan Freyja, but may I ask... to be talking about what?"

Freyja smiles with quiet rue at the Jedi Master's obvious discomfort. She knows it's a bit awkward for him, but is still trying to be as polite as possible, "I do not know precisely, Jedi Master. I was simply responding to her apparent desire to talk to me further."

Nifalu nods in his race's manner. "Ah, I remember. I will pass that on to her."

Freyja then adds to both Jedi, "The other thing I wished to note was a bit of information about my huskarl, Vakkal. It is true he was born on Khar Velos, as you've both noted." Her voice is quiet but firm as she continues, "However, that is neh longer his home world. He is Vakkal of Haus Rigg... of Balmorra, now."

The Watcher nods. "So noted, Padawan Freyja. I will make mention to the Archives and the Watchers. We tend to use a person's birth-world rather than world of allegiance, but that is only tradition. We will make the requisite changes in our records."

Freyja grins quietly, "Well, I'm sure you've done it for my other companion... why not for Vakkal as well, was my thought."

"Actually, our records do still name him as 'Fhazil Taas of Corellia.' It is Republic Intelligence and the Order at large who refer to him as 'formerly of Corellia' or 'of somewhere else.'"

Freyja looks interested, "Really? Huh." She looks curiously at Fhazil, wondering if he wants that changed or not. His decision, really.

Fhazil considers. "Well..." he says quietly. "I do refer to myself as 'of Ziost,' so..."

Apparently the Watcher is used to strange bedfellows; despite Nifalu looking mildly scandalized, the Kushiban simply nods. "I'll make a note of that, then. And... I truly am sorry we didn't realize you were claustrophobic before bringing you to the Pinnacle. The Force be with you all." And with that, the two Jedi depart.

Freyja will walk both men to the door, thank them both politely for their time and patience, then come back into the commons room. She gives Fhazil an quietly inquiring glance, "You all right, sweetheart?"

Fhazil nods, smiling to Freyja and embracing her. "I'm all right," he says. "Just... well, hard to forget the Watcher who grilled you for so long, you know? And a Kushiban as well."

Freyja grins, quietly relieved he's all right, as she hugs him warmly back, "Glad to hear it. Um... is being a Kushiban a bad thing where you come from, though?"

He chuckles. "No, it's just hard to forget one. They're so rare. You don't often find the little fuzzballs. They're a lot more dangerous than they look, or are given credit for."

Freyja giggles in spite of herself! "So you've told me previously." She grins, nuzzling his cheek gently, "Well... we have a few hours before he's able to come back... so there's something I need to say to Vakkal." She moves to settle cross-legged on the wall couch next to Vakkal, reaching to take both his broad, strong, clawed hands in her smaller golden ones. "Vakkal... I've been meaning to say this for a while, but we got so busy it... slipped my mind -- and it shouldn't have." She takes a breath, then continues, "Remember when we were talking to Epopt Solo the first time, and you said I was your lord -- or rather, you were my huskarl and Soulguard?" She smiles, "Well... I just wanted to say you don't ever have to feel you must qualify that. I'm very proud you've chosen me as your lady. I could have neh better liege man."

Vakkal nods thoughtfully, "Yes, I remember saying that." He smiles quietly. "I'm very glad you feel that way, Vreyja. I have been proud to be your huskarl."

Freyja leans to hug him gently (and with a touch of relief -- she worries about living up to the expectations of those she holds dear), then sits back and smiles, "So... would you like to go with me to the baths? It's been a long day so far, and you've been very patient. It'd be nice to relax and clean up a bit before the Watcher comes back, don't you think?" She grins a bit mischievously, "And if you tell me how, maybe we could do something fun just for you? I mean... well, how do your people dress up, for example? Do they use dye or makeup like humans do, or weave decorations into their fur, or anything like that?"

Vakkal chuckles quietly, "Sure... the baths sound great." He grins. "My people don't dress up a great deal, to be honest, though we use the hides, furs, feathers, and scales of our prey animals for a variety of things. Sometimes decoration, but not too often. We believe that for some animals, taking on the symbols of that animal -- like, say, wearing feathers -- means taking on the nature of that animal. Which in our legends leads to some incredible things, like hunters flying to escape danger, or running for a thousand spans. But those hunters usually end up being confused as a prey animal by another clan and accidentally killed."

Freyja says, "Huh! Interesting..." She loops an arm through Vakkal's and grins, "Well, in that case, maybe I can talk you into letting me try out a massage on you instead?" She cheerfully adds to Fhazil, "When we're done with the Watcher, I have something for you too, if you'd like!"

Fhazil blinks. "Er, you do?"

Freyja grins with equal mischief at Fhazil, "Oh, hai indeedy!" She giggles, scooping up a bag of bath stuff, then heading out with Vakkal before Fhazil can ask any more questions! Fhazil reins in his curiosity, knowing Freyja could cheerfully lead him on for hours at a time.

On the way to the baths Freyja idly chats with Vakkal, wondering if the former spaceport security manager is all right. "Jedi Master Nifalu said we'd be seeing her again soon, too... well, neh, that could potentially mean she's turning up around him, I guess." She paces along thoughtfully, then adds, "Well... best wishes to her continuing peace, I guess."

Vakkal nods, "He does not have a conventional way of speaking Aurabesh, but that seems to have been what he was trying to say."

At the baths Freyja has fun with Vakkal, playing as much as he's comfortable with. It's a chance for both of them to unwind a little, splash each other a bit, get nice and sudsy and clean... there really isn't a lot of play in both their lives. It's one of the things Freyja's read of in the hetaerae scripts -- how important it is to relax and play sometimes. Vakkal enjoys the down time. Certainly after the tension of the past few months, during the training and his own personal tension, it's a welcome relief from the daily stress.

Once they finish, Freyja has Vakkal lie down and relax on a towel, and starts working on one of the massage therapies she's been reading up on. "Now, if it doesn't feel good -- too hard or too soft or anything -- you tell me, all right?" The pleasantly relaxed sound Vakkal makes indicates he'll do his best to complain if it (impossibly) becomes uncomfortable.

Freyja will take her time, just as the writings say to, putting effort into both muscle and mental relaxation for Vakkal. There's a pleasure, a reassurance and closeness in touch, according to the hetaerae, that many cultures have unfortunately forgotten, which can extend from simple stroking, through brushing, all the way to strong muscular work. Freyja slowly goes through them all, knowing it may well put Vakkal into a half-trance, and that they're all good.

Vakkal is indeed relaxed enough to go into something like a trance, comfortably insensate to the world around him but for the gentle sensations Freyja is eliciting.

After a long, quiet while of relaxation, Freyja whispers quietly to Vakkal's mind, Is there anything else I can do for you, Vakkal? I know you're still working on being a Bright Sith... may I help? The thought is more emoted feeling than words, quiet and non-intrusive. Freyja would like to help if she can, but if Vakkal would prefer to simply continue receiving a massage, Freyja will gladly do so.

Vakkal's mind cringes a little at the reminder that he's still working on personal issues. In his trancelike state Freyja hears him say, Yes... yes, please, Freyja... I... I have to show you what happened... have to know what you think...

Freyja will quietly offer reassurance as best she can, both physically and mentally. She doesn't want him to hurt due to her, or to long-past times, if there's anything she can do to help. I am here, my brother. Show me... we'll face it together. She finds herself slipping into her own trance, and going back along the paths of Memory. This time, though, it is not the neat and tidy paths of her lightsaber's memnii, but the twisty, convoluted, turning byways and crossroads of a person's memory that she travels down.

The world is lush, vibrant, green, filled with life. The jungle Freyja stands in is teeming with small creatures, from small, fox-faced catta-like creatures to insects the size of a pinhead... and there are larger, besides.

From where she stands, Freyja sees the curve of a great valley. The edges of the valley are this forest-jungle, but in the center is a city surrounding a titanic pyramid structure. The ziggurat is of the same slate-gray stone as the rest of the city, and so it doesn't seem to be ruins or the remnants of a bygone age. Indeed, it seems as active as the rest of the city, with flickers of reflected noonday sun in its windows. A steady amount of activity surrounds it: mostly baroque airspeeders that travel through the city but also occasionally zip out from the urban sprawl to other reaches of the planet. Space traffic also descends through the clouds to land at the miniscule spaceport within the city, most commercial ships of distinctly Sith design, but also the occasional shuttle, which looks much like the lander Freyja last saw on Marnaas.

Freyja looks around slowly, drinking in the scene. It's wild and lovely, and she can see how Balmorra would look tame and domesticated to Vakkal's eyes. It's then she realizes -- her senses seem odd. The view is certainly impressive, if the colors are slightly muted. But the smells! She's never imagined anyone could smell this accurately. She can identify, or feels like she could identify, half a dozen scents immediately, with others patiently awaiting categorization. And her hearing seems so incredibly acute; a small bug buzzes its wings on a plant nearby before leaping off, and she can hear it easily.

Freyja's eyes widen slightly, and she sniffs appreciatively -- then laughs delightedly, "A symphony of scent -- I understand!" She grins happily at Vakkal, bouncing lightly on her toes and wondering if she could run as fast here as he does... could this be a dream? Or neh... maybe it's the adult Vakkal taking her to see the child Vakkal? If so... she looks searchingly at the man with her.

Vakkal's voice comes quietly behind her, "You see what I mean, then. So many smells, and each one unique. We can tell each other apart this way." Oddly, she cannot scent him; neither can she scent herself. He steps forward. He is as she knows him today, though his attention seems distant, fixed and focused on a small clearing about a dozen meters away.

Freyja looks puzzled, sniffing at him curiously and wondering why she can't scent him -- then interestedly looking down to sniff at herself too. What's going on? This is simply fascinating! Part of her is still breathless with interest at the fascinating ziggurat in the valley, too -- is that where the Sith Lord Ghang is? The questions bubble up with delight in her mind.

As she looks at herself, Freyja realizes she's not who she is -- or rather was. Her form is that of one of the people of Khar Velos, though instead of the mottled gray and browns she's seen of them so far, her pelt is a bright, fiery golden-red. She blinks startledly -- then looks up with delight at Vakkal, "Oh! I'm... is this how you see me, Vakkal?" She looks down at herself again, then murmurs a little shyly, "I... I look pretty...?"

Vakkal nods quietly. "Hai... yes," though his attention is still on the clearing. "The colors are... unusual in our people. I've never heard of them, of fur of red and gold. But likewise white and silver are rare as well."

Freyja smiles, stepping closer to gently hug him and nuzzle one furred cheek, "Thank you, Vakkal. But... enough about me. Show me where we go next, please?" She's still bubbling with questions, not least of which is why she's getting no scent markers from either of them -- does he not have a scent memory for her, or is it that they're not truly 'there' to him currently? Questions, however, can wait... Vakkal needs her right now, and he takes priority over simple curiosity.

He simply points to the clearing. "There." And there she sees Vakkal.

It is a much younger Vakkal, but she can see how the Sith they captured on Sedrak looks so much like him: younger, lighter, leaner, but with the exact coloration of then-Vakkal. This Vakkal moves with steady, angry purpose through the forest paths. Freyja can even catch that one's scent. If anything, she can find it recognizable as Vakkal. At least until he hears a growled challenge, off to the side. Then the scent changes subtly.

Freyja's ears prick up alertly, causing her to blink at the odd sensation -- then just as quickly relegate current body sensation to the category of 'things to be analyzed/marveled over later.' Instead she glides quickly forward, so she can see better. She cues her behavior off of Vakkal's. She doesn't know if she can be 'seen' by the memories, but just to be sure she tries to imitate what he's doing. If that means staying quiet and relatively hidden, then she's glad to do so.

Vakkal walks forward with her, and as they do so they see another figure slip from the undergrowth, a sinuous movement that seems to ebb and flow with the shadows, the movement of a penultimate hunter. The lupine shape is large, with slightly shorter fur but a very similar pelt to Vakkal's. The scent is also similar on many levels, from the loamy dirt in their paws, to the subtleties of their breath, to what must have been the grasses or straws they lay down in the night before. The older hunter straightens, looking sternly at young-Vakkal. "I cannot let you leave, Son."

Freyja watches, eyes reflexively wide, but actually gathering more information from her nose and alertly pricked ears. She wants to get every nuance, every clue she can from this seminal moment in Vakkal's life. If she can help him at all... it will be due to her taking this point in time very, very seriously.

Young-Vakkal bares his teeth. "You cannot stop me."

"I can and I must, Son." The older lupine says it not sadly, but firmly. "You are still a member of this clan."

"My calling is elsewhere."

"Your calling is to serve judgment for what you have done."

"I will let Lord Ghang decide that."

"This is not for him to decide! It is the way of our clan."

"Father... don't."

"I have no choice, Son. I am the leader of our clan. Someday you will know what that means as well."

Freyja blinks, listening intently. Prophetic words? She wonders who now leads the clan -- and, more shockingly, she wonders startledly why Vakkal's father would say that -- to someone he was theoretically supposed to kill?!

The older wolf pulls out a vibroknife. To his credit, young-Vakkal doesn't take a step back, though he looks like he wishes he could. Freyja does not smell fear on him, but rather dread. "You are younger and faster, Vakkal," his father says. "But I have the law of the clan behind me, and that is something you will not be able to defeat. This is our way, this is my duty. I am truly sorry."

Then with blinding speed and utter silence, the wolf seems to melt into the undergrowth and suddenly leap out of the bushes at Vakkal, almost before that one can react. Freyja starts slightly, her head whipping around to keep track of the old wolf. At this point she's not speculating any more -- just trying to keep up with what's happening so incredibly fast!

The fight is quick, though it seems to stretch into minutes or hours. Vakkal is indeed younger and faster, though, melting into the underbrush almost as fast as his father can leap from it. For several seconds (less than half a minute) the two seem to play some sort of deadly game of hide-and-seek, leaping out of the foliage just long enough to look for the other or to lure the other one in, a single pass of blades -- and then they are both gone again. And then a few moments later it happens again... then again.

Freyja keeps careful watch as much as she can, although if she loses sight of the deadly dance she tends to again cue off of now-Vakkal. He knows where to look next -- and so she does also. Vakkal does indeed know... and the look on his face is pained as he watches. "He was right," he says softly, a bit mournfully. "I was younger and faster than him. And I never did escape the law... I had to die..."

Freyja glances at Vakkal, although one ear remains flicked back to the duel behind her... then she steps to stand next to him, her fur lightly brushing his. Silent companionship is all she can offer right now, in this painful moment of memory... maybe she can help more once the duel's unhappy conclusion is reached. Vakkal's hand seems to find Freyja's as he watches the duel. And shortly thereafter -- it ends. Abruptly.

The two stand in the middle of the clearing -- how they got there is anybody's guess. But Vakkal's blade is planted deeply in his father's chest; the old wolf's own vibroblade piercing the meat of Vakkal's shoulder. They hold that tableau for a few moments, staring at each other. Vakkal's own expression is confused, hurt, pained -- the death of his brother by his hands is now being compounded by the murder of his father and clan-leader. From where they stand, they can hear what the old wolf says to his son, but it is echoed by Vakkal's soft whisper from beside Freyja as he remembers: "The clans... cannot... forgive you. You know... the law..."

Vakkal lets the body slump to the ground, and in anguish doesn't wait or examine the body -- he simply runs, runs, runs through the forest to the city, over which now hangs the mighty battleship Freyja recognizes as the Malice, Lord Ghang's flagship.

Freyja's fur shivers and rises in shock at the death, and she draws in her breath sharply even though she knew what was going to happen -- but she doesn't let Vakkal's hand go. Instead, she looks up at him, weirdly ice blue eyes in the fiery-gold-furred canid mask, and murmurs, "This is not all, is it? Show me all of it, please?"

The scene seems to drift into shadow as Vakkal's memory leaves the place, and the battleship eclipses the sun overhead. Vakkal is trembling. "What else could I do?" he asks softly, staring at the body. "He would have killed me... but he was right... I had to die. First the little death of being taken in by Lord Ghang. He said he would be responsible for me..."

Freyja murmurs quietly, "Death precedes rebirth, Vakkal. Did Lord Ghang help you to that point? Do you like who you are now, or do you feel there is more work to be done on your Self?" A little worriedly, her free hand comes up to gently brush his ruffled fur down, trying to sooth him a little.

Vakkal nods a little, dropping his head a bit and sighing. "Yes. He did, but... it wasn't easy..." The world seems to fast-forward around Freyja and Vakkal; a confusing panoply of images, sounds, and scents that come to a sudden and abrupt halt... in the middle of a shouting, growling crowd of Khar Velosi.

They are all older wolves, much like Vakkal's father, and they shout emphatically at a small dais they stand before. Up the short steps is a large seat -- large not due to ostentation but to hold the figure seated there. In loose black tunic and puttees, Ghang Si'yul leans on the armrest of his chair, chin held thoughtfully much as how many of Freyja's ancestors are often depicted. Standing behind him are two armored soldiers, and between them, a long cord of red velvet wrapped loosely around his wrists -- some sort of symbolic binding? -- stands young-Vakkal.

The Khar Velosi are shouting things like "Murderer!" and "Criminal!" while a few are actually trying to calmly explain what it is they want from Lord Ghang: in short, nothing less than Vakkal -- or at least Vakkal's head.

Freyja blinks a bit startledly, looking hastily around to orient herself. She's glad Vakkal's holding her hand -- he provides a stable anchor in his tumbling, unhappy thoughts. Then she blinks again, easily recognizing this physical layout -- she breaths softly, "A Haus judgment!" She glances at the Khar Velos natives, then at young-Vakkal. It's him she wishes she could read better -- she sniffs carefully, trying to read emotion in scent.

Vakkal hesitates, then nods a little at Freyja's words. "He is the Lord of Khar Velos. I came to him to explain what had happened. The elder clan fathers came to him and demanded me back. As Lord of Khar Velos it is his decision as to if I stay to be punished or am allowed to go, in whatever manner he sees." He slips into the present tense so neatly Freyja almost doesn't notice.

Freyja gently strokes a hand down now-Vakkal's ruff again, and smiles in quiet reassurance to him, "This is but memory, my brother... you are with me here, remember?" She looks around in fascination, then tugs lightly on his hand, "Come! Let's go closer to the people on the dais, hai? I want to scent the youngling, and the Sith lord, to see if I can understand better." Vakkal blinks in surprise, and moves with Freyja closer to the dais.

Freyja deliberately doesn't name young-Vakkal, mentally separating him from her companion. Instead she lightly bounces up onto the dais, then turns to encourage Vakkal to hop up with her. Vakkal hesitates being this close, but does, reluctantly, step up with Freyja if the choice is to let go of her hand.

Ghang's scent, as they near the dais, is almost completely alien to Freyja. Pheromones and body scent, completely alien to Khar Velos, seem to almost assault her sensitive nose. It's definitely something that will take getting used to. From young-Vakkal, however, there is the scent of defiance... as well as fear.

Lord Ghang abruptly nods, seeming to tower over the Khar Velosi, a combination of his natural height and the subtle height of the dais. Nevertheless, the wolves are not cowed nor intimidated -- they only quiet down. Young-Vakkal is impassive through all this, holding his emotions close to him, though he alternates between anguish and anger. Lord Ghang is nothing less than stentorian, every inch the decisive leader. Whatever else he might be thinking is hard to tell.

Freyja wrinkles her nose in startlement -- then abruptly sneezes! Sheepishly she rubs her nose with her free hand, whispering, "I'm so sorry, Vakkal -- I... I'm not used to such strong scents!" She's startled again when her tongue naturally flicks out to lick her nose, then relieved at how much that helps. Good Lady, I hope we don't stink so much to poor Vakkal! She shoves that thought aside, concentrating both on keeping now-Vakkal close, and learning as much as she can from this tableau.

"You say he has murdered, and your laws say he must surrender his life for what he has done." Ghang's voice is the same stern baritone Freyja remembers from her Farseeing. The wolves all give assent. "His life is forfeit!" one shouts. Vakkal -- both of them -- winces.

Ghang studies the group, then nods. "Very well. I am not above the law." He turns and looks to young Vakkal, stepping before that one. There is a metal-on-metal sound, and Ghang's long, slender sword appears between them. The dark blade, rich with blight, shimmers in the early evening between the two, Sith pureblood and Khar Velos hunter. Young-Vakkal swallows and looks up, meeting Ghang's gaze steadily... though there is now the distinct scent of fear welling up within him. It is more as if young-Vakkal can sense what hisses and snaps beyond his perception within that blade before him.

Freyja freezes, her ears almost quivering as she watches intently from old-Vakkal's side. The peculiar thought occurs to her to leap in the way! -although she has utterly neh idea as to whether that would help or hinder. She decides wisest to keep next to now-Vakkal, and continue to cue off of him -- although she can't help one betraying twitch of reactive movement, quickly reined in.

Ghang raises the blade upward, his eyes still locked on Vakkal's. At its zenith he holds it there for a moment, and young-Vakkal closes his eyes. The blade drops... and a moment later so too does the red binding-cord. Another moment more, his fur just settling from the breeze of the sword's passage... and young- and now-Vakkal both open their eyes, unharmed and looking confused.

Freyja can't help it -- she shout/barks, "Neh!" as the heavy sword swishes down. Then she shudders reflexively, still struggling not to leap forward. It's hard to stay still and let things occur as now-Vakkal remembers. She puts her arms around her Vakkal, as much in comfort for her as for him also. The senses she's getting are so terribly convincing -- it's hard to remember she's not truly there.

Is that the briefest of pauses before Ghang turns back to the crowd, as Freyja shouts? She can't tell, and the instant passes too quickly for even Memory. Vakkal returns the embrace, trembling as he watches and remembers. Ghang turns to the Khar Velosi, sheathing his sword and putting the blight within it to sleep. "I claim his life," he says. "From this day forward his life... is mine." There is something incredibly threatening in the way he says it, such that the gathered clan elder fathers nods slowly, accepting his words. A few even cast somewhat sympathetic glances to young-Vakkal.

Freyja's fur is still ruffled up in shock, but she doesn't lessen her hold on Vakkal. Instead she says with calm, steady reassurance, "Vakkal... this may have been the first small death, but it was not the last, was it? That person there," she nods her head at young-Vakkal, "He doesn't exist any more, does he? And so, if he died finally... then Lord Ghang kept his oath. He kept his oath... and you are free to be who you want to be." She steps in front of Vakkal, locking her gaze with his, "You are you, my brother and my Soulguard. The punishment was delivered... and now it's over and done with. Isn't it? Can't you feel it?" She puts both clawed hands up to gently frame his canid face, "Let it go, Vakkal. Let yourself be reborn as who you want to be."

Vakkal takes a slow breath, looking up and shaking his head. "N-no... it wasn't... b-but I was still Vakkal of Khar Velos..."

Ghang dismisses the elder clan fathers, then approaches Vakkal, dropping a large hand on the hunter's shoulders. "Come, my new apprentice," he says genially. "It is time you got your wish, and began anew..."

Freyja tries again (a bit more cautiously this time) to catch the Sith Lord's scent, trying to discern how he feels about his former apprentice. She'd like all the warning she can get as to how he's likely to react when they finally meet face to face. Then she smiles at Vakkal's words, "You are not any more, are you? Everyone has released you -- except you yourself." She looks back at the tableau, waving one clawed hand, "Your father knew you'd be a leader too -- he warned you to flee even as he died. How much he must have loved you, to do that! And look -- the Sith Lord Ghang. He released you too, to the Oather. Another small death. You do not belong to him any more -- he let you go. Let yourself go too!" She looks back at the still and silent now-Vakkal, holding his hands as she watches, hoping she can help him find peace.

The scene seems to dim, as the Malice overshadows everything and everything becomes shadows. Now-Vakkal holds Freyja's hands tightly. "I... I know... but through all this I was still Vakkal of Khar Velos... I still had that over me..." he swallows and embraces Freyja tightly, not crying, but shivering. "It wasn't... until I became Vakkal of Balmorra..."

Freyja holds Vakkal tightly, her voice a quiet, subvocal, humming purr of reassurance. One hand gently strokes down his back, and she just waits, letting him work things through at his own speed. She can't tell if the shadows are the normal environment of the Malice, or just the cessation of memory review... either way she'll stick by Vakkal and continue trying to help. She's glad the worst of it (hopefully) is over, though -- it was very, very hard not to interfere. She's not sure she'd be able to stop herself if another scene of that level of emotional intensity should occur.

Vakkal's breathing eventually slows, becoming less ragged and less panting. Freyja can sense him calming, recovering from the re-lived memory... and as he does so, Freyja can sense the very last vestiges of his Sithstain... simply fading away.

Freyja smiles, her eyes half-closing with happiness for her dear friend, and rubs her furred cheek gently against his as she holds him tightly. Her voice is quiet, "Hai, Vakkal of Balmorra... whom I am proud to know."


Later, on the Eclipse, when the Watcher finally returns and makes the promise Freyja had previously asked for, she looks quite relieved. She nods once, sorting out her thoughts... then starts relating their weird collection of... evidence? -including the peculiarity of Jedi Master Balin Khoud having had two Masters -- why did Master Osoo give him away? -and the curiousness of how he so easily acquired the position of Balmorra Sector prior and Republic liaison -- nothing less than the de facto military leader of the entire Balmorran Sector, decided in a secret meeting?!

Freyja also mentions the somewhat paternal association between Khoud and Volc, the ex-Sith -- at least as far as Volc's command of the Company of Burning Spears -- and how odd that the meeting in which it was decided that particular Company should be sent to Marnaas was secret; the careful apparent editing by Khoud of the investigation into the Marnaas affair; the fact that Master Roakkana couldn't seem to get any time to speak privately to Khoud but got an attempted encrypted real-time call from Khoud as they were leaving Coruscant space.

Freyja notes also the Khoud-authorized travels of Colburth, the now-ex-Templar -- who was not so at the time. She doesn't mention the fascinating and curious discussion she and Colburth had on Marnaas -- that would be covered by the Seal -- but she does add a little wistfully that she hopes to hear someday that Colburth has found what he's looking for.

Freyja takes a moment to catch her breath, then continues, relating the attempt on Argent Ling's life and the information he was seeking on his former employer, Kalatis; the former political aides worried about the slush fund abuses who had their lodgings blown up; the 'fortuitously' deceased slicer on Balmorra; the clumsy attempt on her, Zero's, Vakkal's, and Piper's lives -- and the confessions of, and subsequent deaths of, the attackers.

Freyja continues with the curious apparent arrangement between the Sedraki tong, Kalatis' cats-paw, and slave sales in Hutt Space, as well as the warnings from the hired mercs they captured concerning the vindictiveness and reach of the cats-paw.

Finally Freyja gets to Captain Thorn's capture of a ship full of curiously unmarked droids on the Balmorra-Tanaab run -- and his subsequent sudden elevation in status on the Republic listing of most wanted persons; and she also mentions the Mandalorian set to hunt the Captain, as well as her discussion with a friendly Mandalorian, who commented on how some extremely strange things seemed to be happening in the Balmorran Sector.

Freyja doesn't mention it, but is quietly happy the Mandalorians chose to entrust her with one of their rare 'catch-phrases,' which will allow her (if she ever uses it) to let whatever Mandalorian she's talking with know she can be trusted and helped.

After that Freyja takes another deep breath, a sip of tea... then turns to her friends, "Did I miss anyone or anything?" She turns back a fraction of a second later to the little Watcher, her expression grave, "Please remember you are now also implicated in this. Please, make neh hasty actions? I would grieve to hear I was the agent of your demise. I promise you I do not exaggerate."

The Watcher dutifully makes note of that, also noting that "To live is to risk," but assuring Freyja that no Watchers -- least of all him -- will come to harm in this. He thanks Freyja for her information, and makes off to encrypt it into a scan-doc, to send off to the Cardinal-Watcher of the nearest priory.

Before he leaves, Freyja asks him if she might request one important favor of him? "I... may not stay on this world for much longer, and I have an important promise I must fulfill. I realize it is... unusual, but I promised the Darksiders under house arrest that someone would listen to their motivations for their actions." She takes a slow breath, then adds, "I realize this does not directly impact what you have discovered, and it may seem, er... rather boring, compared to the news I've given you. However... I believe their complaints may well be legitimate -- and be part of the reason we find ourselves in the sorry pass we currently occupy."

Freyja says, "I know it may be considered heretical... but I believe the Force is guiding us in a desperate attempt to prevent either Dark or Light from ultimate triumph. If one side succeeds in obliterating the other... the Force itself, and by extension we also, may well suffer irreparable harm." She adds more quietly, "If we cannot hear the other side at all... how may we reconcile? So... may I ask you to please listen to them?"

"Rrrrttt... it's a little beyond what Watchers usually do -- we usually concentrate on Darksiders that are up to the proverbial No Good -- but I'll listen to them. I have had... some experience with some of the more vicious Darksider cults, so I expect I will be pleasantly surprised to talk with them congenially."

Freyja smiles in relief, "Oh, thank you! I assure you, as far as I can tell they are genuinely trying to communicate with us." She thinks a bit, then adds, "So... if you already know about Kalatis' Kessel holdings, I take it talking to Argent Ling would not help any?"

The Watcher is frankly amazed that Argent Ling is still alive. He is extremely eager to speak with that one, considering he was told not too long ago that Ling had been killed on Kessel. Freyja grins quietly, "All right." She sets up a way for the Kushiban to be able to connect with Ling once he arrives on-planet, so that Argent knows the Watcher can be trusted -- since he is still hiding from Kalatis' reach.

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