These Shattered Stars -- Logs

Freyja accompanies the small Watcher to go visit the Darksiders, so they know whom to expect. On the way there she mentions her admiration for all the paladins she's met, and how they were all thoughtful and honorable people. She also suggests the Watchers might first ask Talmon if he wants to move to another place of work, or if he'd really prefer to stay working in the Order Library. They could potentially ask him also if he knew who Jiosch's "hypocritical Jedi" were, which inspired the poor man to turn to the Dark. After all, those Jedi might also be involved in whatever the Order's current problems or issues are.

Freyja also mentions a little wistfully her desire to someday be able to visit the Mandragolan Jedi Dhaasul on Ossus. She suspects he's past his year in hermitage by now, after all. Hm... he also might know something about Jiosch's "hypocritical Jedi"? Of course, he might also have a Seal on him too.

Freyja wonders too if the Watcher has heard anything about the captured Sith lord... what on Midgarden will the Jedi be able to do with an upset, angry, powerful Sith lord except eventually kill him? It's not like they can sit down, apologize, and chat over crumpets and tea, after all...?

The Kushiban is unfortunately unable to provide much information -- as a rule, the Watcher organization operates under certain conditional Seals which effectively makes it an information sponge that has to be worried over to get information out. He does note he's bemused by the idea of a Sith Lord being captured. He's not sure what the Jedi would do with one, either. Freyja grins ruefully at that.

Once at the Darksider house, Freyja introduces the Watcher to all the Darksiders, and hopes the Force will be with them all, in clearing up misunderstandings. She will inquire a bit hopefully of the group as to whether they would mind if a holo of the proceedings were sent to her Master, so she could view it later? She'd like to know how things went for them, after all.

Freyja doesn't say it aloud, but she also wants to be sure the group gets a fair trial and sentencing. She's not sure yet what she could do if the sentencing turns out to be outrageous, or purely politically motivated... but hopefully that's something she won't have to worry about. If it is... well, then she'll do her best to make things a little fairer.

The Darksiders are apparently very cautious around the Kushiban -- the Fallen Jedi much more than the others. Fortunately the Watcher maintains a professional attitude about the procedure, and since there are no complaints he will see that Freyja is provided with a copy of the holo of the proceedings. Freyja looks relieved, and thanks them all for being so patient about this. Also, quite sincerely, she wishes them all the best in the Force.

On the way back to the ship, Freyja reflects thoughtfully on something Caul had said... she remembers him quietly commenting that he'd found, as a Darksider, that he had no friends and no one he could trust. She wonders how that must have made Caul feel, when he asked her and the others to be there for Vakkal as he went through his own personal epiphany -- and she'd immediately and truthfully reassured Caul that all three of them would be there for Vakkal. "Maybe... maybe he'll start trying to find friends again? Being utterly alone, after all... how sad, don't you think?" Freyja muses silently a bit, then curiously asks, "Did he say anything about that to you, Vakkal?"

Vakkal shakes his head. "Caul said little or nothing about his past, and didn't even reference anything before he left his homeworld."

Freyja nods slowly, "Well... I wish him much prosperity and the Lady's smile, then..." A moment later she adds thoughtfully, "I wonder if Caul and Argent will arrive before we have to leave."

Freyja also checks with Vakkal on one other rather pressing subject -- did Hrrajak's spirit dissipate properly into the Force? They emphatically do not want any more revenants, after all, especially considering the poor former spaceport security person might have been hidden somewhere in the vicinity. Also, Freyja'd really like Master Nifalu's 'feeling' in the Force -- that the Twi'lek would turn up some time soon -- to not be a small precognition of an angry Oather spirit trapping a (somewhat) innocent bystander in its machinations!

Vakkal notes that he's not quite an expert on revenants; Master Nifalu would be better to check with. A brief inquiry to the Jedi brings the answer that Hrrajak did not seem to be so empowered with the Dark Side that he would be able to become a revenant. Generally only Lords and the most powerful of journeymen can do such a thing. Freyja thanks the Jedi Master with relief, then heads back to the ship with a clear conscience. It's been a busy day so far... maybe Zero's awake by now!

By the time Freyja returns to the ship, Zero is indeed awake and feeling significantly better, to the satisfaction of the Eclipse's medical computer. Freyja bounds cheerfully up the ramp, "Heiyo, all! Zero, how're you feeling? We've had quite the interesting morning... we need to review our options now, I think!"

Zero sits up and rubs his eyes on the back of his hand. "Oh?"

Freyja quickly reviews the most recent occurrences, including the attempted arrest order on them all, which Nifalu politely insisted must come through official channels, and talking to the Kushiban Watcher. "So... we need to take off before the week is up, I fear. My thought is... since we've now hopefully successfully helped make a little Darkness in the Republic (the bastion of Light), that it would be incumbent on us to now go add a bit of Light to the Empire (the bastion of the Dark) so the Empire doesn't simply crush the Republic while the Order is in disarray. Does that make sense to all of you?"

Zero says, "How do you propose we do that?"

Freyja sighs, settling comfortably cross-legged on the edge of the bed next to Zero, "That... is an unblessedly difficult question. I'd thought perhaps we could try darting behind enemy lines, and see where the Force leads us? Also, while we're at it, perhaps we could help Fhazil keep his word to Sith Lord Ghang Si'yul?"

Freyja adds a little sheepishly, "Also, um... I have a, ah... a favor to ask of you all? I was wondering if I could persuade you all to go with me on a mad dash to Balmorra, just for a week -- so I can get married, assure the continuation of my Haus, and do my duty to my people -- and then we can dash madly out just as fast to Empire-held space, to do our duty to the Republic's people... and I'll help Fhazil, if I can, to farsee Lord Ghang, so we at least have a destination in mind?"

Freyja says, "Before that, though, I think we need to try farseeing Master Roakkana to tell him to hold tight and we're on our way to him -- since, if we're lucky and the Force is with us, Master Roakkana's not been able to find a ship landing on that teensy little distant world that's willing to give a lift to both a Jedi and a Wookiee, into Hutt space. If he's left already, though, we'll deal with it as it occurs, hai?"

Zero folds his arms. "I don't see why not. At this point, the only place we'd be safe from a seizure warrant from the Order would be somewhere outside Republic space... may as well hide where they'll never look."

Freyja sighs, sounding relieved, "So... you all don't mind trying to hit Balmorra quickly, before we go? It'll be unpleasantly close, I know... the Mandalorians predicted the Sith would be at Tymmora in two months minimum, and it's going to take longer than that just for us to get there, unfortunately. Two months will get us just to Tynnea; another two weeks to Tymmora, and another two to Balmorra."

Freyja thinks a bit, then adds slowly, "Unless... unless somehow Master Roakkana knows to meet us on Balmorra... we might be able to shave off a few weeks somehow...?" She counts on her fingers, murmuring to herself, "Let's see... two weeks to Ameil's world, two months to Gyndine... er, neh, it's three and a half months neh matter what." She sighs, "Sheisse. Any suggestions, guys?"

Zero says, "Well, what's the worst that happens? We show up in the middle of a battle and go down fighting. Hey, at least they can't send us to Carceri then."

Freyja says, "How long is it from Ameil's world straight to Gyndine? Would that work?"

Freyja gives Zero a rather amused glance, "Eh, neh, my dear... that's really not how I want us to go out." She grins, "Here, silly... lay down, let me give you a nice massage to be sure you're all right. I've got some hetaerae training I want to try out."

Zero shrugs and stretches out on his stomach. "Just saying."

Fhazil says wryly, "I wouldn't mind meeting your betrothed..." Vakkal rolls his eyes. "I doubt we'll really get much of a chance to schmooze, Brother."

Freyja giggles at Fhazil, "Why would you want to meet poor Leif? He's going to be so overwhelmed with all that annoying ritual and stuff, just like me."

Fhazil grins, "True, he probably will be. Say... isn't there a sector priory on Balmorra?"

Freyja adds dryly, "We'll be lucky if we get any time at all to ourselves before the wedding." She settles comfortably next to Zero after stripping down a layer of clothes to stay cool, and getting some nice-smelling oil, and starts a slow, relaxed massage across his shoulders. "Hai, there is. However, I'm hoping your Kushiban friend will have stirred things up enough in the ensuing months that we can sneak a single week on my homeworld."

Freyja brightens slightly, looking up and adding, "The hafla after the wedding will be fun, though! Lots of drinking, dancing, and partying. We'll enjoy ourselves. Oh, and that reminds me -- while we're on Ameil's world, I was thinking it might be smart to purchase a false ship's registry. That way, when we have to pass through Republic space, we'll be that much harder to spot, hai?"

Fhazil grimaces a little. "Not exactly my 'friend'... but I see what you mean. If you can tell your family not to announce the wedding until the last possible socially acceptable moment, that might make things better. Though I don't know how long 'socially acceptable' is..."

Freyja grins cheerfully at Fhazil, "Now, now, who'd have thought a Sith and Jedi would end up friends? Stranger things have happened than you and Watcher Manishsha becoming friends, surely? And for the other -- that's easy. We'll just ask my parents to announce Leif formally assuming his father's title. Then, at the last minute, we'll add me into the equation, for the wedding. We'd have to do the formal title acceptance during the wedding anyways."

Fhazil says, "Don't nobles get irritated when their social calendars are sent all askew at the last moment?"

Freyja says, "They can announce the titular passage months ahead of time, and folks will just think how nice my family is to be putting so much time and effort into it." Her grin is slightly wicked, "Hai, they do... it'll annoy them tremendously if they miss what I've heard referred to as simply the social event of the season!" She giggles, continuing to knead Zero's back muscles, "And we can blame the haste on the war, with perfect lack of social opprobrium!"

Freyja adds a little wistfully, "And maybe the haste will make it a little easier for Leif and I both." Her smile is rueful, "The formal baronial cloak alone weighs twenty pounds." She sighs, then shrugs calmly, "Ah, well. It'll make everyone feel better if I address my responsibilities to them before we head out."

Fhazil chuckles. "Chaos. I like it."

Zero grunts, articulately, and arches his back. Freyja grins, putting her back into the massage, "You're supposed to be limp -- putty in my hands, Zeriza!" She grins at Fhazil as well, "Hai... well, sort of. We'll see. I think Leif will like you all."

Zero mumbles, "Mm, I thought that was after the act."

As Zero is getting comfortably and pleasantly kneaded, a call comes in from the constabulary. It seems the spaceport security manager -- Hira Koss -- has turned up at a fairly high-class restaurant nearby, simply... having dinner. Public safety has cordoned off the block, but no move has yet been made; patrons are surprised to find the constabulary out in force when they leave the restaurant, and no patrons have been allowed in. Nifalu has been advised but he has asked that the group from the Platinum Eclipse assess this situation, since most of the Jedi Nifalu has on hand are too far to respond very quickly.

Zero grumbles faintly. "Why now..."

Freyja blinks, listening. "How... odd. Does she wish to surrender, or is this a peculiar ambush?" She nods to the constable on the holocall, "Hai, we're happy to help, honored captain. Er... I trust we don't have to dress up for the restaurant, hai?" then grins cheerfully at Zero, Silly. Back rubs are renewable resources!

"If it's an ambush," the constable says, "then it's better than any I could imagine. We've been here for twenty minutes with a full tactical team and armored speeders, and there's been not a single thing amiss."

Freyja says, "Huh. Well, we'll be on our way in just a moment, then. Thank you, and see you there." She closes the call, then looks at the others with a bemusedly raised eyebrow, "Well... shall we have, umm... Vakkal and I go in, and you two be back-up, in case it turns out to actually be an ambush?"

Fhazil says, "Maybe it might be better if you and Zero go in, and Vakkal and I are the backup outside. She might get unpleasantly confused if Darksiders approach her.

Freyja says, "Mm, good point. Is that all right with you, Zero?"

Zero says, "Certainly, I can do that."

Freyja nods, bouncing up, "All right! Let's go see if we can help, then." She takes a moment to brush her hair, pull on her nice Balmorran long-coat and her boots -- and she's ready to go.

In a few minutes they arrive at the restaurant. The atmosphere outside is tense, with squads of heavily armored tactical police, and armored speeders and barricades keeping people away from the scene. The constable in charge on-scene approaches the group. "As of now," she says, "she's the only one in there, her and her dinner companion. All the other patrons are out. She might suspect something, since the restaurant is otherwise empty now."

Freyja blinks again, "Her... companion? Who is it? Also, do you have visual or auditory on them? It'd be nice to have some idea of what they think is going on?"

The constable consults a datapad. "A registered male courtesan out of the silver district," she says. "She's often had him as a dinner companion and function escort in the past. He's clean, by the way -- no convictions." She nods, and tics off a few controls on the datapad before handing it to the group. The screen shows a real-time image from a thread-camera tucked discretely into the room. The black-skinned Twi'lek and a male near-Human -- if he can be called near human with feathers instead of hair -- are having dinner in one corner of the restaurant, talking pleasant banalities about the weather and past shared experiences, apparently unmindful of the restaurant being completely empty sans a waiter, who stands close to the exit.

Freyja studies the screen, then just shakes her head, "All right." She hands the datapad to her friends, in case they want to see also, and says to them, "Should we link up before going in, do you think?"

Fhazil bites his lip. "Mmph... I'm not sure. If we can function like that without arousing suspicion?"

Zero says, "Doesn't seem necessary. They'd be killing themselves to start trouble with all these constables waiting on them."

Freyja pauses, then adds thoughtfully, "May I see that vid again? Maybe I can read her a little from it?" She studies the small screen carefully... then takes a slow breath and calls quietly on the Force. First she focuses on empathy with the woman... then tries to sense her motives for being here tonight.

A moment later, Freyja shakes her head slowly, "Fascinating. She seems a little tense, but trying to refuse it... to just enjoy dinner, I think." She hands off the datapad, still faintly bemused looking, and says to Zero, "Well... shall we?"

Zero says, "Lead the way, love. Let's get this over with quickly... we're really wearing out our welcome here."

Freyja nods, leaning to give Fhazil and Vakkal a quick hug each... then smiling ruefully at Zero, "Probably true. All right..." She straightens, pushing her heavy mane of hair back, then tidying Zero's collar a bit. Then she grins, and pushes open the front door for them both, looking around curiously.

They're in a sort of foyer. Freyja grins again, then steps to the elegantly draped doorway to look inside the restaurant, still curious.

The interior of the main room of the restaurant is unnaturally quiet, despite the soft music being played in the background. It is a nice restaurant -- the kind one goes to in formal wear, not the sort you jump into for a slider and caff. In the far corner of the room, beside a window that overlooks a sort of central courtyard to the restaurant, the Twi'lek and her companion are apparently well past finishing dinner itself, and chatting.

The Twi'lek glances up at the door, then looks to her dinner companion and says a few words with a quiet smile. He glances back to the two Jedi -- his eyes of rather startling yellow hue -- and nods reluctantly, hesitating for a moment before standing and moving to a doorway. From the Jedi angle of view, the courtesan and the waiter are quietly and quickly hustled out of the restaurant by a pair of tac-police. They are alone in the restaurant with the former spaceport security manager, who is looking at the courtyard rather fondly.

Freyja raises a curious eyebrow, then smiles and shrugs slightly. She murmurs, Fhazil, Vakkal, the courtesan and the waiter are safely out, hai? as she paces quietly across the room with Zero to the woman's table. "Pardon me, kuras Koss... may we sit with you for a moment and chat?"

She turns a bit, looking at the two, then smiles a little and nods. "Please do. I've been expecting you, Jedi...?"

Freyja gives a polite Balmorran salute, "Your pardon, we are but Padawans. I hight Freyja of Balmorra, and this is my sibling Padawan Zero Satau of Sedrak." She pulls a chair out, smoothly seating herself so Zero (and his sword hand) is closer to the woman. "I hope you do not mind... Jedi Master Nifalu asked us to come, as we were the closest." She tries to tell if the woman is a Darksider also, but is not able to accomplish the scan smoothly while also speaking and seating herself.

Zero grins a little, "Sorry if I'm out of dress. I don't come to these kind of places often." Freyja gives Zero a quick grin, then looks back at the Twi'lek, curious as to her reaction.

Koss inclines her head. "You do know my name, obviously," she says, smiling. Freyja isn't able to get any sort of major sense in the Force from the person. In fact, Koss senses as just another non-awakened and non-sensitive person. "That's quite all right, I'm not disappointed." She smiles to Zero. "And I don't think the maitre d' will be overly concerned with your dress... since he doesn't seem to be here anymore."

Freyja nods quietly, "Neh, he is not." She tilts her head curiously at the woman, "May I ask what you hope to accomplish here, kuras Koss?" It occurs to Freyja that if the courtesan was somewhat reluctant to leave... perhaps that's a good indicator the Twi'lek woman is basically a decent person. Freyja'd like to think so... she'd rather have neh more fighting here.

The woman lets out a bit of a breath, looking out at the courtyard again. "Accomplish? Nothing, I'm afraid. I just came here to have a last halfway comfortable meal with someone I liked before it all ended. Oh... I know I should have turned myself in right away, but... when you're scared of what will happen, that isn't easy to do."

Freyja nods, "I understand." She is silent for a moment, then says quietly, "May I ask why you helped them come in... but not to leave?"

The Twi'lek is quiet for a moment. "I thought... they would help Kalarba become its own nation, instead of being a client state to a vast Republic, where we are only one world out of a hundred thousand. Well, even less than that, actually, since we are a client state. I thought... well, I thought they would help us. When the killings began, I couldn't bring myself to help them anymore, but one of them still somehow managed to get on-world -- then left and came back."

Freyja nods silently again, thinking and listening. Finally she says softly, "I'm sorry, kuras."

The Twi'lek lets out a breath. "I could have turned them in, but I had further hopes that they would rein in their own. I gathered that... wasn't something they could do, though. Their angel of death had no leash."

Freyja says, "Neh. She... chose her own destiny."

Koss shakes her head. "It's I who is sorry. And there is naught to be done for it now except let what may happen, happen." She looks around and smiles softly. "I suppose dinner is over."

Freyja sighs quietly, then nods, "I'm afraid so, kuras. If you do not mind, I would be happy to tell you of the remaining Darksiders... and you could chose for yourself if you wished to continue casting your lot in with them, or neh?"

The woman smiles. "Thank you, but... no. You see, I'm not a Darksider. I'm... you could call me 'laity,' I suppose. I have no Force tradition. There is nothing preventing the Kalarban government from judging me as they would anyone else, which is as it should be."

Freyja says, "All right, if that's what you wish." She stands, gesturing towards the door, "Will you accompany us, please?"

The Twi'lek nods, standing and smoothing her dress. "Of course, Padawan Freyja."

Freyja adds quietly, "And... thank you, for choosing not to harm anyone." She and Zero will calmly escort the Twi'lek woman out. Outside, she says politely to the captain in charge, "Kuras Koss would like to peacefully surrender, please?"

Upon hearing Koss is not Force-awakened and is surrendering, the former spaceport security manager is taken into custody, and binders slipped onto her wrists. She gives one final, small smile to the group. "I suppose it can be said the Force is our ally, whether we know it or not... though I've never known its gifts. Be well, Padawans."

Freyja nods quietly, "It is indeed our ally, kuras. The Force be with you also." Zero bows politely.

Freyja watches the woman being led off, then sighs quietly and asks the captain to please let Jedi Master Nifalu know what occurred. After that she looks to her friends, "Shall we head back to the ship? I think... I need a nice cup of hot tea." She's quiet for a moment, then says, "That... was sad. Poor woman."

Zero says, "I'm eager to be away from here, myself."

Freyja puzzledly asks, once they're back in the ship, "So... am I just naive, or is it really that bad being a client state of the Republic?" She makes some hot tea, making sure there's enough for everyone, and settles comfortably cross-legged on the wall couch.

Zero says, "I've never had much use for big governments of any kind, myself."

Fhazil lifts his shoulders. "I don't see how it's bad. It might be perceived as bad since they're not quite members, but they get a lot of perks -- protection by way of the Guard, Jedi when they call for them. They have a lot of local self-determination. They just can't, for example, negotiate some sort of political arrangement with governments outside the Republic."

Freyja says, "Hai, but it's not even here, Zero... it's well off in Coruscant. Isn't that far enough away for them to be practically independent?" She nods at Fhazil's words, "Hai, that's it exactly. It seems almost they have all the benefits and none of the responsibilities. Is that... bad for them?"

Zero shrugs. "As Jedi... or former Jedi, as I think we can safely call ourselves, we're inclined to say yes. Other people may disagree."

Freyja smiles at Zero, "Neh, beloved. I shall always be of the Order, even if it chooses not to list me in its rolls. I may never be officially called Jedi... but," she grins a little shyly, gracefully shrugging one shoulder, "don't they say humility is a good thing in a servant of the Light?"

Zero says, "I suppose it's fair to say I was never one of them. That's all right, though. I prefer who I am to who I was."

Freyja's small smile at Zero is quietly happy, "As do I." Zero grins a little.

Freyja sips her tea, still a bit confused about local politics, then sighs quietly, "Well... at least she's safe now, and none were harmed." She's silent for a moment, then adds, "So... shall we try farseeing Master Roakkana?"

Zero says, "Now's as good a time as any. I'd like to get off this world as soon as we can."

She grins and nods, "All right. Let me finish my tea, and then we can join and try calling him."

Freyja finishes her tea, then quietly composes herself. A moment later she slips into the triat with her friends, and they can feel the light meditative trance she's maintaining. Once they're all linked and ready... she 'reaches,' seeking out her Master within the Force.

Freyja reaches through space, across the galaxy. It isn't as far as some of the farseeings she's attempted in the past, but it's still a great distance away. She finds him relatively quickly, his beacon in the Force burning bright on hoary Gyndine. Something is mildly amiss, though. He is not alone. She has caught him meditating, but there is another there, outside the small cabin but near the door, practicing lightsaber katas.

Freyja smiles, glad to have found him again -- she's missed him tremendously. She touches his 'Self' lightly, to discreetly let him know she's there. Who is the other? If it's a guard, she doesn't want to be noticed.

Roakkana's reply comes in clear as he notices Freyja's and the others' presence, and he reaches out back to them. He mentally smiles, Freyja, Zero, how good to hear from you again! And unless I miss my guess, this third in your fusion is Fhazil Taas. Well met. Ah, so this is the triat, then?

Freyja beams, 'nodding.' Hai, Master Roakkana -- it worked! And we've missed you too. Did you receive the message to come to Kalarba? We've finished here... we're on our way out, and thought we'd save you the trip. We can meet you there in about three months, if that's all right with you?

Roakkana sends, wryly, Trying to meet me here might be inadvisable, child. As you no doubt see, I am not alone here. The Calefactors have seen fit to place a guard upon me. They of course have not 'arrested' me, but they are watching me. I get the impression you three have caused quite a stir and your enemies are starting to try and tighten the noose.

Freyja murmurs silently, Then perhaps we are just in time, Master. We've spoken to a Watcher... in three months' time hopefully things should be quite stirred up. Besides... we can't just abandon you. She thinks a moment, then grins, Can you leave on your own, Master? We could meet somewhere, if so? She adds cheerfully, I have utterly neh intention of being stuck on Balmorra getting married without you, Master Roakkana!

Not without have this frehkee nipping at my heels the whole time -- or another one like him. There is no real way I can deny them this without causing a great deal of problems. And, of course, no way short of fighting this one directly to get them to stop watching me. You see, this guard's mission is simply to wait around me until you come to me or contact me. This is one method they had not anticipated you would use. However, I am still unsure what even the trouble you mentioned this Watcher stirring up would do to change the status of my 'keeper.' I doubt they would prevent me from traveling to Balmorra, though.

Freyja beams delightedly, That's perfect, then, Master Roakkana! Can you meet us on Balmorra? If you leave now, you should be there in... let's see... she calculates hastily, -er... one month? And, since it'll take us almost three months minimum to make the same trip, hopefully your guard-frehkee will be a bit bored by then, and/or the Watchers will have stirred up the Calefactors something fierce... and we can have a hasty wedding, then disappear! She grins enthusiastically, Is that acceptable, Master Roakkana? She adds dryly, That will have to be an extremely polite Calefactor, too, or it won't be welcome in Haus Rigg.

Zero folds his arms, I think polite and Calefactor are mutually exclusive terms. I can't believe we're doing this.

Freyja asks curiously, What don't you believe, Zero?

Roakkana sends, This frehkee is a Jedi. I doubt very much he will become bored. And he has been nothing but polite. However, once I set out, that will mean he will inform his handlers I have set off for Balmorra, and will possibly suspect that I will be meeting you there.

Freyja says quietly, The alternative is 'kidnapping' you, Master Roakkana. Which do you prefer?

Zero grins, Essentially taunting the Calefactors before we take off. But, I doubt they'd dare try to pursue us into Sith space... and besides... I've picked up a few useful nuances about piloting our home here that should keep them off our backs.

Freyja grins, leaning to give Zero a quick, one-armed hug. Zero smiles and hugs Freyja gently. Don't worry. I'll keep us safe. We'll get this marriage thing taken care of. Even if I have to land the ship on top of this Calefactor and make off with the Master.

Freyja adds amusedly, You could always fib, Master, and tell the Calefactor you're givi... er, neh. I wouldn't believe that one either. Zero snorts. Freyja giggles, hugging Zero back. He can feel her warm happiness, and her determination to do things right.

Roakkana sends, No, child. There will be no way to tell him something other than the truth, and we both -- they and I -- know this. We just have to hope the Calefactors will choose not to make any sort of move upon you at Balmorra. I doubt Baron Rigg will countenance any sort of attempt to arrest his daughter.

Freyja laughs! Master Roakkana, forgive me, but it'd be monumentally stupid of them to try arresting me there. If for neh other reason than that we'd all object! Seriously, though, Master... shall we come pick you up, or do you want to meet us there, please? Which do you think would be wisest? Then she adds thoughtfully, Maybe if Balin Khoud was there they could pull it off... but I hope to be in and out before he can arrive.

I think I shall meet you there. I will be able to make the trip easier and quicker, and there will be less of an issue with anything unpleasant happening between you and the Calefactor watchdog here. The Calefactors will be learning of your impending arrival at Balmorra at about the same time as it is.

The same time as what, please, Master?

The same time, whether you came to pick me up or whether I left for Balmorra on my own.

Freyja nods thoughtfully, All right, then. So we're not picking you up -- you'll meet us at Balmorra. It'll take us about three months to get there... may I ask you to give a confidential message to my parents, as quickly as possible, please?

Certainly, child. You wish me to arrive there first, I take it?

Master, if you think it wisest to not start until two months have passed, that might be good too -- they might assume we're just starting off then, and miss us entirely, you know? And that way we'd arrive at the same time. I'll send the message via an alternate route. Freyja adds as an aside to her companions, We should stop at Ameil's world, Tynnea, to purchase a fake ship ID and star maps to at least two inconsequential worlds on the route to Balmorra, I think, hai?

Roakkana sends, As you wish, Freyja, of course. That makes perfect sense.

Freyja sighs in relief, and mentally hugs him very tightly, I am so happy we'll be seeing you again soon, Master Roakkana. We've really missed you! She grins a little shyly, adding, And... I want you to see us all together, too! Freyja wistfully wishes they could stay connected a bit longer, but doesn't want to cause her Master any further trouble with the annoying (if polite) Calefactor. Reluctantly she bids him adieu, then slips quietly away in the Force.

When the triat comes out of the farseeing, there's some stretching, moving around, and loosening up again... Freyja sighs, smiling, "I'm so happy we got to talk to Master Roakkana. I really miss him -- it'll be wonderful to see him again!" She grins at Fhazil, "Shall we try Lord Ghang when we're a bit closer to Balmorra? Might be easier then for him to predict where we could meet, at that point?"

Fhazil nods, "That might be better. We'll be closer and it won't take as much effort."

Freyja grins ruefully, stretching her arms high over her head, "That... is a veritable point in its favor!"

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