KOTOR III: The True Sith Reckoning

[Tysyacha]

KNIGHTS OF THE OLD REPUBLIC III: THE TRUE SITH RECKONING

 

Co-Authored By machievelli and Tysyacha

 

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

 

Even though the JEDI EXILE has defeated DARTH TRAYA

within the heart of Malachor V and silenced the wound in

the Force that the Mandalorian Wars caused, all is still

not well. With her dying words, Traya revealed that the

true war against the Sith waited for the Exile beyond the

reaches of the Outer Rim. The Exile has gone to find REVAN,

a former Dark Lord of the Sith and her former Master.

 

Meanwhile, the TRUE SITH have launched an attack from

out of the shadows. They mean the galaxy to pay for first

forgetting, now denying, and in the future, betraying them...

 

Upon Dantooine

 

"Dantooine shall survive. The community you saved shall be the

foundation upon which Dantooine shall be habitable again. They

shall drive back the raiders, the Mandalorians, and all that strike

at the Outer Rim. The Republic shall again establish their presence

there, and shield it with its forces, and Dantooine shall heal, be

safe, and its skies free! The ruins of the Academy shall remain."

 

These were the words that Darth Traya spoke to the Exile

before her death about that planet's brighter future. Would

they still be correct after the machine landed?

 

It arrived as any other ship would, sailing down smoothly and

landing with a careful thud in the Dantooine docking area.

 

Administrator Terena Adare's assistant Dillan and another

member of the Khoonda militia left their posts to greet it.

 

"What is that thing?" asked the Khoonda militiaman, puzzled.

 

Dillan rolled her eyes. "Let's see--could it be a ship? It's probably

a freighter, although it's not like any one that I've seen before."

 

"Whatever it is, we'd better see if anyone friendly comes out of it."

 

Grr. A low hum emanated from Dillan's throat. How come

she was stuck on this planet, prospering though it was, with such

idiots? Filled with rage, she turned on her blaster and fired twice.

The Khoonda militiaman crumpled to the ground, his face shocked.

 

Back at their posts, two other Khoonda guards saw what Dillan

had done. Without hesitation, they fired their own blasters, but

Terena Adare's assistant had flicked on an energy shield. A strong

one, probably an Arkanian Energy or Verpine Prototype variety!

 

Other security personnel swarmed to the rescue, but they were

either caught in the crossfire or began turning on the other

combatants. Their comrades, who were as surprised and

terrified as the first man had been when Dillan shot him down.

 

The shootout lasted for several minutes, but neither Terena

Adare nor her lieutenant Zherron emerged from their offices.

They were off-planet, negotiating new trade routes with

emerging non-Exchange merchants from Nar Shaddaa.

 

Perhaps it was for the best, for if those two had fought in

the battle, or even witnessed it, they would have been

doomed. They would have gone mad just as Dillan had...

 

The vessel, after watching in silence with its machinery

barely humming, launched inconspicuously into the sky. It had

accomplished its mission. The survivors of the battle would not

remember details. They would not even remember the ship itself,

simply that Dillan had turned on one of her fellow officers and a

fight had broken out. If that. Insanity worked no wonders for the memory...

[Jason Skywalker]

Now this is good! The good start of hopefully a great fic, keep it up Tysy!

[Diego Varen]

Now this is good! The good start of hopefully a great fic, keep it up Tysy!

 

Agreed, very good Tysy, though I thought you'd continue your TSL Fic. Anyways, I'm looking foward to more.

[Master Jimmy]

I'd like to see more, keep it going.

[machievelli]

Tysyacha and I will be alternating, so this might get a bit confusing. Before you ask, this is the Danika Wordeaver Revan from my KOTOR novel...

 

Four Years Earlier

 

Revan

 

I had forgotten how much I hated this damn planet. Even when it was just bait in a trap, I had loathed the Malachor system. Now that I knew what had been wrought here, I hated it even more.

 

T3 whistled from the engine room. We had come in and the electromagnetic storm had fried half the circuitry. He had worked like a slave, but it would take maybe a month or more to repair. A month I couldn’t waste.

 

“T3, come here.” I ordered. I looked back as he approached. A squat little tin can on wheels. A lot of people would think the design ugly, but to me he was my best friend. I bit my lip. After the way I had left, my only friend, probably.

 

“Where is HK?” I asked. He gave a long warble, followed by a series of clicks and squeaks. “I know we don’t have what we need to get him operational. But I have a decision to make, and I have to make sure he doesn’t have any information that an enemy may want. Have you erased his memory as I ordered?”

 

The little guy whistled and whined a bit. “I know he’ll be mad, but only if you two get off this rock again.” He chuckled at me. “I’m sorry, T3, from here I have to go alone.” He whistled sadly. “I’m sorry.” I knelt, running my hand over his head. “I want to take you with me, but that ship I found won't take two.” He protested. “No, I’d have to pull your primary memory core to take with me, and I am not that good. Can you get the ship operational?”

 

He gave me a long drawn out explanation. “All right, then listen. Sooner or later, someone is going to come here, and if this ship is ready, they’ll take her. You stash yourself, pretend to be shut down. Once you’re out of here, get a message to Carth or Bastila. They have to know.”

 

He weebled, and I sighed. “I’m going to miss you too. All right, prepare to record. For Bastila. Code it “Bastila-Shan Desurita, Revan Chandar Bai Echani.” He snickered, and I gave him a minatory look. “Hey, by the definition of my world we are married, so calling her my wife fits. Stop chuckling. You’d think you never heard me call her that. Ready?” He signalled assent.

 

“Bastila, my heart. I hope you get this quickly, and I hope you forgive me. It was cold to let you go to Helena’s funeral alone. But I know my leaving then hurt even more. But I have been having memory flashbacks. Memories of the Traya Core, of what I did when I was still Revan.”

 

I sighed, leaning my head against him. I hoped it wouldn’t screw up the holo image, but I was sick unto death of all I had done, or allowed done.

 

“I would destroy the Core, but I don’t have the equipment necessary. If I could activate the generator that was left here, it would be gone in an instant. But the ship is damaged, and if I wait until she is repaired, I will not be able to do what must be done.

 

“The Sith are an enemy, but not ‘the’ enemy. I had clues, clues enough to terrorize me back then. They made me act to protect the Republic, and gods help me, I did more damage that I intended in that attempt. Malak added to my destruction, and unless I can find a way to stop them, the Republic will die.

 

“Go to Dantooine. Talk with Master Vrook. Ask him to check the records for Tal-Shayana. I won’t tell you what it means. He should know what to do about it.

 

“For the love you bear me, do not follow me. Where I go no one should have to go, and I will not ask anyone I love to follow me to their deaths. If I had not given him the key, we would not be in such danger.” I sighed. “But I trusted him. I still did when we spoke last right after the Star Forge. I didn’t remember what he had done. Now I do, and it’s all my fault.”

 

I reached out, picturing her before me, hand held in entreaty. “Remember me, and forgive me for what will happen.

 

“Message ends.”

[Tysyacha]

The Exile: Distress Call from Dantooine

 

Present Day

 

I had been searching for Revan for quite a long time now. Four

years? Five? Perhaps nine? It seems that when you're traveling

through space, trying to forget all the deaths that you've caused

and your wounds that have yet to be healed, time becomes a blur.

 

At least T3-M4 was with me. Funny little droid, always cheering me

up with his beeps and whistles. T3 had even chanced to laugh at

Atton Rand, back in the day when he'd piloted the Ebon Hawk.

 

Atton had wanted to know if he'd ever "have a chance" with me,

but even though he was witty and clever, my heart belonged to

someone else. Someone I met on Dxun, and knew I loved when

I fought Darth Nihilus alongside him aboard the Ravager.

 

Where was he now? Still on Dxun, I hoped, gathering his clans.

 

My task was different, and perhaps much more difficult. I had to

find Revan, whether or not he had ventured past the Outer Rim!

 

Feeling desperate, I turned to T3. "Are you sure there are no

messages for me locked in your memory core?" He whistled

disappointedly. "What about Bastila Shan? Rumors say that

she traveled with Revan aboard the Ebon Hawk, and helped

Revan destroy the Star Forge after turning back to the Light."

 

I said her name again. "Bastila Shan." A few beeps, but no recordings.

 

I sighed, my shoulders heaving. "Sith spit! I'll never find Revan at this rate."

 

Suddenly, I heard a frantic beeping from the communications system

aboard the Ebon Hawk. I raced toward it, T3 wheeling along

behind me. When I flicked the switch, a frightened-looking civilian

in a maintenance worker's uniform started to stutter, his eyes wide.

 

"I--I've just come from work!" he gasped. "At the Khoonda government

outpost. Dantooine's in danger now because everyone's gone crazy!

They're just killing each other without a second thought. I've heard

that Dillan was the first one to go mad. She's Administrator Terena

Adare's assistant. She shot a militiaman down for no apparent reason!

Please help us. This is a blanket recording intended to be broadcast to

every ship within one hyperspace radius of Dantooine. Come quickly!"

 

I just stood there, shocked. How in space could seemingly sane people

suddenly go insane, all at once? I thought of Kreia, or Darth Traya.

She'd had the power to make people cower in fear, to fill their minds

with dread and terror. I feared that perhaps the citizens of Dantooine

had been attacked by a Sith remnant, another Dark Jedi or Sith Lord

who had power like Traya's. If so, I'd gotten the message none too soon!

 

"Come on, T3, I said, running back to the cockpit. "I'm setting a

course for Dantooine. Revan can wait. I may not be a Jedi anymore,

but if I can once more aid the planet that I helped to save, then

maybe I won't feel so lost anymore. So empty, still, even after

Malachor V." T3 agreed with a determined whirr, and we

sped off.

[Diego Varen]

Two good Chapters. I hope this works out better for you Tysy than it did with dual writing Ya-Yevo. I'm looking foward to more.

[Jason Skywalker]

Really good chapters, and i see this will go well by the chapters. Also, what's the time-span between K2 and the fic? 1, 2 years? Perhaps more or less?

[Diego Varen]

Really good chapters, and i see this will go well by the chapters. Also, what's the time-span between K2 and the fic? 1, 2 years? Perhaps more or less?

 

I'm guessing straight after, but let's see what Tysy or mach say.

[machievelli]

Present day:

 

I looked around me. Four stone walls. How could I have been so stupid? The old saw 'fool me once' ran through my head. I had spent the last three years here, and while they weren't willing to just kill me, I was still as surely dead being trapped .

 

My only hope was Bastila and T3. He must have escaped.

 

But I had lost hope of that. Without the message getting to her, Bastila would not even know where to start looking!

 

I ran the planets down again. All long time Sith worlds, all to find the one thing no one had even known to look for. It was listed in our Archives, but as an old Sith Legend.

 

The Sith equivilant of the twilight of the gods.

 

Well I'd found it all right. But from within I was unable to do anything.

[Master Jimmy]

Oh, very good. Keep them coming.

[Tysyacha]

The Exile: A Dead Survivor and a Living Hope

 

Part of me feared that the maintenance worker's distress call from

Dantooine was a trap. As an exiled Jedi following the ways of balance,

however, I knew I couldn't let this stand. Even if his report was false,

I wanted to know why the custodian would say such a thing. I didn't

think that he had been lying, but I'd also learned that those you called

your closest allies could turn on you in the end...

 

Ah, Kreia! Would you not have betrayed me if I had let the Jedi

Masters cut me off from the Force for a second time? Would I have

been complete in your eyes, and therefore in no need of that last test?

 

For that question, it was too late to receive an answer. Kreia was dead.

 

As T3-M4 and I landed on Dantooine, we saw five or six civilians rush

toward the Ebon Hawk. Their blasters were drawn and their

vibroblades brandished for fighting, so I knew our welcome would

not be a friendly one. I took my Force Pike and beckoned to T3.

 

"Come," I said. "Don't worry. I don't want to kill anyone--only

stun them until I can figure out why they went crazy and how

I can heal them." The droid beeped assent, turning on his Droid

Deflector Mark V shield, and we both emerged from the Hawk.

 

As I suspected, the citizens were hostile. There were more of them

with blasters than with vibroblades or other melee weapons, however,

so I armed myself with an Arkanian Energy shield I had crafted. Using

my Force Pike, I managed to stun five of the people who fought me,

and as T3 and I advanced toward Khoonda, more of them did.

 

Fortunately, the Khoonda government building seemed to be empty.

"Maybe all of the officials inside went out to see what was going on,

and then they--lost it," I told T3. "Let's see if we can find refuge here.

I'd like to find a comlink or some sort of communication device to try

and contact Administrator Adare. If she doesn't know what's happened,

we have to warn her. And fast," I added, using a burst of Master Speed.

 

We searched through all the rooms, but we found no people except a female

corpse in the medbay. Just like Kreia, I thought, only this one's

a lot younger. I stepped forward to check her pulse at the wrist

and neck, only to have her open her eyes and grab mine! I choked.

 

"Aakh!" I rasped, terrified, trying hard to breathe. Using the Force, I began

to try and heal her. The woman soon relaxed, letting the pressure in her

hands loosen from around my neck. She gazed at me with sad eyes.

 

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice low. "My name is Leina Verista, and I

don't know why I did that. Most likely, I'm sick. Am I crazy? I hope

you're a medic, madam, because I desperately need one right now!"

 

"I'll help you." I used a few of my Advanced Medpacs and Life

Support Packs on her. Leina looked like she'd been badly injured

in several fights. Had she been outside, stricken with fear or

perhaps the desire to kill, and only managed to crawl inside

Khoonda when it was almost too late for her to heal herself?

 

"Thank you," said Leina, relieved. "I am an archivist, researching

the ruins of the Jedi Enclave on this planet. It seems to have

been rebuilt within the last several years, although I've found

no new information on the former Sith Lord Revan or Bastila Shan."

 

"Bastila?" I blinked twice. "Revan? What do you know of them?"

 

"Revan cast off the mantle of Sith Lord, of course," Leina said, smiling,

"and returned to save the Republic. Bastila Shan, or Bastila-Shan Desurita,

Revan Chandar Bai Echani, was left behind, wondering what had happened

to her one-time Padawan. Beyond that, I know very little else, my lady."

 

Suddenly, T3-M4 let out a series of excited chirps and whistles. In a

flash, he displayed a holovid recording of Revan's last message--to

Bastila! I almost passed out cold when I heard my Master's words.

 

"Oh, my!" cried Leina, startled. "What in space have I uncovered?"

 

"Something I need," I told her, "to find my former Master. I was

once a Jedi myself, but I have been exiled, never to be reinstated.

I served under Revan as a general during the Mandalorian Wars.

Tell me," I asked Leina, "what is Tal-Shayana? Revan said to ask

Master Vrook to check the records for it, but I don't even know

what it is. Being an archivist, I wonder if maybe you might?"

 

Leina shook her head. "I am sorry. I wish I knew. However, I've

been keeping archives and records ever since Dantooine was

stabilized and the Jedi Enclave partially restored. Let's go there,

and if we see any other hostile citizens, run--don't shoot."

 

Even though I wasn't carrying a blaster, I nodded, and T3-M4

followed us to the ivy-strewn ruins of the semi-rebuilt Enclave.

I remembered how Atris had begun its reconstruction, and how

Kreia had revealed herself there and the truth about me.

 

If I was a wound in the Force, or a partial one as of now, then

what were Revan and Bastila? What was this Tal-Shayana, even?

[Diego Varen]

Two good Chapters. Well done. I'm looking foward to more.

[Jason Skywalker]

Two good Chapters. Well done. I'm looking foward to more.

 

Quoted for emphasis alright. Two great chapters, and meesa want more, or i'll do "Love" to you, "HK-47 Style". Now, jk, keep it up!

[machievelli]

Tal-Shayana:

 

Legend of the Original extinct Sith race. ‘The harp of doom’. A device created in the midst of history before the Republic was formed. Supposedly an alien race came to a Sith occupied system and terrorized the people, taking many Sith as slaves. The harp was created by a Sith lord Olin Barduk, who used the technology of this alien race, which supposedly joined material objects and the force. When activated, the harp would drive all specified targets within range mad, though the range and effects is rather vague.

 

The only written records of the Tal-Shayana were in the Sarcisoma Sithic, or ‘Legends of our people’ published 27,000 years ago. Written in an age that did not as yet have electronic storage, and limited to the ruling teaching class, those tomes have sadly disintegrated. However copies of them existed up until the arrival of the ‘Dark Jedi’ who became the progenitors of the Sith we face today.

 

It was reissued in the New Sith tongue 1200 years ago during the reign of Ajunta Pall. A translation of the original was deposited before he left the Republic in the Jedi Archive on Dantooine, Coruscant Corellia and Echana.

 

Sadly, the Jedi Civil War devastated Dantooine and that archive is believed destroyed.

 

From: The Encyclopedia Republica, issued 21004.

[Diego Varen]

Another good Chapter mach. I'm looking foward to more. Please note that I don't mind a little bit of history.

[Tysyacha]

The Exile: Two History Lessons

 

Such was the record that Leina Verista believed she found buried

within the encroaching plant life and debris of the Jedi Enclave ruins.

Her thin dark eyebrows furrowed, and she turned to me in consternation.

 

"See here," she said softly. "If indeed this Tal-Shayana, or 'harp of doom',

has returned to plague us, then the galaxy is in grave danger. Not only

the Republic, but those worlds which lie far beyond it. Do you see?"

 

"I think I do," I said, "although not completely. Who has been 'playing

this harp of doom', so to speak? The Sith? I doubt those followers of

the three Sith Lords who were left behind after their deaths could

activate such a weapon. They're--very fragmented, most likely, and

unorganized. I do not believe any attack using it would be random."

 

"Nor I." Leina gazed at me sternly. "Tell me who you are, my lady, and

what you know of the Sith, if anything. Then perhaps I can tell you

all I know of what and whom could ever 'play' such a harp. Agreed?"

 

"Agreed," I said, regret weighing down my heart once again. "My

name is Tysy Dvukh, and I am no longer a Jedi. I was exiled from

the Order after I served under Revan in the Mandalorian Wars.

After my trial and sentencing, I wandered the galaxy in sincere

penitence. I was eventually able to bring peace to Onderon,

Nar Shaddaa, and Dantooine. Unfortunately, the one who helped

me do this was a Sith Lord herself, named Kreia or Darth Traya."

 

"I've heard of that name," said Leina, "and nothing fond. Tell me

--why did Traya choose you, out of all the Force Sensitives

that she could have chosen, to try and carry out her plans?"

 

"On Malachor V, the first time," I told her, "when I activated the

Mass Shadow Generator to end the Mandalorian Wars, I killed

thousands upon thousands. I cut myself off from the Force,

though I did not know it, in order to escape the crushing wave

of gravitational destruction that would have caught me up in it.

 

"Traya chose me because I voluntarily severed myself from the

Force, which she hated. She hated that the Force seemed to

have a will of its own, and would control her and all of us in

order to achieve some measure of balance. So she believed."

 

"What do you believe?" asked Leina. "Please, tell me the truth."

 

"I love the Force," I said, "for without it, I am nothing. I may

have been the living proof of Traya's theory that life could

exist without the Force, but should it? I believe that I exist

for another purpose--one tied to the Force instead of apart

or separate from it. I live to serve the galaxy, and the Force."

 

"Good," said Leina. "Let us talk some more, but first let us

leave this place. Even the animals have gone insane here,

and there's no way two of us can withstand this atmosphere

of madness for too long. I only withstood it," she said, "because

my will is strong. I was once in the miltary, and my mind is trained

to resist delusions and phantoms. Will you take me to your ship?"

 

I did, and Leina Verista became my first new passenger aboard

the Ebon Hawk since I defeated Traya at Malachor V.

[Diego Varen]

Yay more history. Good Chapter.

[Jason Skywalker]

Interesting background about Tal-Shayana by Mach's part and good chapter about Tysy and Leina. Tysy and Mach, tell me, with what face do you picture Tysyacha and Revan?

[machievelli]

Corellia

 

Bastila

 

“That is odd.” I looked up at Mira’s soft comment. She was deep in her studies. I had not wanted to handle an apprentice just yet, but when Tysy Dvukh had dumped her on me, there was little I could do about it. The girl had a lot of capability, but she still tended to be... brusque with others.

 

“What is?” I asked softly.

 

“You had me cataloging all of the records from the main temples. I know a lot is missing, but...”

 

“But?”

 

“Look.” She brought up the holocron that had been saved from the Telos archives gathered by Atris.

 

“The Sarcisoma Sithic, the translation by Ajunta Pall.” I identified. I had never actually read the book, but I had been told by Revan it was an excellent piece when judging the long term intent of the Sith. “We have three copies, don’t we?” I know that Atris had saved the copies from both Corellia and Coruscant, and Revan the one from Echana.

 

“Yeah, but they aren’t the same!”

 

“What?”

 

She sighed. “Look. Pages 421 to 442, covering something called the Tal-Shayana. The Corellian book says it was located on some planet called Mesialia. But the Coruscanti copy says it was on Margialo. The Echana copy however says that clues to it’s location can be found on Korriban, Margialo Mesialia and some planet named Suchin. But also says that finding it is even more dangerous because of...” She leaned forward, reading and translating the ancient records from old basic. “...‘The beast and boom‘. whatever that means.”

 

I leaned back. The Order did tend to hide things a little too well, as did the Sith. But to have done so in this manner was curious. “Is there a mention of additional copies?”

 

“Nope. Just these three and the one from Dantooine. But Mical told me it wasn’t there when he looked.”

 

I walked to the com panel, and tapped in the code for Dantooine. After four minutes, I was disgusted.

 

“Something is wrong. All contact with Dantooine has been broken for-” I looked at the chrono on the wall. “Fifteen hours now. It is possible that some of the hypercom links between here and there have been damaged and are still unrepaired, so it would be faster to travel there.” I looked at her. “Let’s go, Apprentice.”

 

She mumbled.

 

“What was that?”

 

“Well Tysy always called me Mira, you know? Couldn’t you just loosen up a little...” She looked at my face, sighing. “I guess not.”

[Tysyacha]

The Exile: Leina's Admonishment

 

Just as we boarded the Ebon Hawk and I was about to relate

hyperspace coordinates to T3 for our next move, Leina turned to me.

"Where are we going?" she asked, her eyes serious. "Do you know?"

 

"I don't." I sank down in the co-pilot's seat in the cockpit of the ship

and sighed heavily. "I don't even know what we're doing, or where

we're going."

 

"You should." Such a blunt retort from Leina should have stung me, but

it didn't. I couldn't explain why. I was usually very sensitive when someone

hurt my feelings. "Exile, please cease wandering for a moment and listen."

I started. Kreia? Is that you? It couldn't be. Leina was very young.

 

Leina gracefully poised herself in the pilot's chair. I interpreted this as

a gesture that she possibly thought she knew more than me, but who

could blame her? She did, and for the moment, she was my Master.

 

"This is a threat you know nothing about," she began. "I don't mean to

blame you or judge you, as there is no time for either mistake. The Tal-

Shayana is meant to drive men and creatures mad, not just as a means

of confusing them and causing chaos, but as a way to break their will.

For the Sith, the true Sith, inducing insanity is never an end in itself.

What would it profit them if the people and life they controlled were

nothing but blathering idiots? This Tal-Shayana is a tool, but only that."

 

"The scary ones are the Sith who might have made it and are using it!"

 

"Indeed." Leina nodded. "The Sith need everyone to achieve their goals,

even if each person's purpose is only to lose his life, or her mind. However,

there are some, very few, who are chosen by the Sith for other destinies."

 

I didn't quite understand, but I thought I had a glimpse of what Leina

meant. "Some people--not Jedi--have told me in the past that there are

fates worse than death. I always thought that meant struggling with

insanity, living the rest of your days in a care home where no one thought

you were yourself anymore. That scares me, because I am not immune to

such things." I chose not to fortify my mind that way when I was Consular.

 

"I know, Exile. However, the Sith choose some to do what no sentient being,

sane or insane, wishes to do unless they have truly turned to the Dark Side.

Serve them of their own free will, yes, and knowing full well what they're

doing. However, there's more to that. You can bear it now: hear me.

 

"The Sith...choose some...permanently. The horror of this is that those

who have been chosen and who turn never think that they have turned

to the Dark Side. They believe they are servants of Light, and that they

act in the name of order, peace, and justice. They do not lie to themselves.

They tell themselves what they believe is the truth, and for the Sith, it is!"

 

"How can I protect myself against this?!" I asked, horrified.

 

Leina smiled. "I cannot teach you that, Jedi, but someone else will help you."

 

She put up a hand to steady me. "We shall wait here. Someone

is coming, and neither of us should leave Dantooine yet, though

the danger of what might be the Tal-Shayana has not passed."

[Diego Varen]

Good two Chapters, both at a good standard. None is better or worse. I'm looking foward to the next Chapter.

 

PS. I think Jason has my curiosity.

[Jason Skywalker]

Yeah, good chapters, although i found the Mach's chapter a little confusing.

[machievelli]

Yeah, good chapters, although i found the Mach's chapter a little confusing.

 

 

I could explain it all for you this very second, Jase:

 

But I won't. If you've read my other stuuf, you'll see all of them have a convoulted thread worked through them, and I expect you to work at figuring it out!

[Jason Skywalker]

No, i made my way through it just fine, it's just a little confusing, but i'll get used to it.