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"A lightsaber, hm?" So far, Tysy had never had an official and customized one.

Hers had been, before the Presence destroyed it so unceremoniously, the

regulation Jedi-issue blue saber that all Padawans used before they became

proper Knights. Now was the chance to receive one specially created for her...

 

Could the Presence read her thoughts, much as Kreia could read those of the

Jedi Exile? He, sooner than she had expected, re-appeared with a fine weapon.

 

It was a double-bladed white saberstaff, each blade coated with a glowing

coat of silver Force-imbued molecules to cut down on the intense glare.

Titanium particles, perhaps, or platinum. Superbly crafted, to say the least.

"Is this mine?" That was all the young girl could say, her mouth agape.

 

"Indeed. To show your allegiance to the Light, with a touch of darkness."

 

Something powerful caught hold of Tysy when she caught hold of the saber.

Something irresistibly strong, a sense of accomplishment and wonder. "I--

I'm not worthy," said Tysy, lowering the weapon. "I'm not even a Jedi

Knight. I haven't passed the Trials, and Grand Master Luke tells me--"

 

"Luke Skywalker knows not who you are. He does not know your destiny,

your fate, or what makes you different from all other Jedi. He thinks only

of the galaxy itself, and has no concern for those who die serving it."

 

Tysy turned. "That's not true, and you know it. Grand Master Luke cares."

 

The Presence smiled underneath his midnight-hooded cloak. "I know.

That is part of why I chose you to become my apprentice, because

your views of things are not purely one-sided. You are balanced, and

this balance will serve you well as you seek to bring order to the galaxy."

 

Through the ways of the Sith, the Presence thought. Once

I have you fully in my grasp and we begin to carry out our plans, all of

Luke Skywalker's 'caring' in the world cannot stop the darkness to come.

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The hour had grown late, and still confused as to what her future would be, Devon's apprentice had retired for the evening. As a sign of good faith, the quaters were luxurious to the point of obscenity, and contained no listening devices.

 

Devon would have gone his own chambers as well, but he no longer slept. His mind was not as focused then, and would not have been able to stave off the effects of his damnable diease. Years of treatments to his body had eleminated the natural desire it had to rest.

 

While his apprentice was sleeping, the Dark Lord had prepared some tests for his latest experiments.

 

Devon took an airspeeder to one of the arenas outside the citadel. It was as miserable a night as any on Vryss. Rains fell from the sky as always, and fierce winds blew across the rolling plains, and stung his face like pins. The conditions were unpleasant, but the destination was near.

 

The airspeeder soon stopped at the top level of a roofless arena, and Devon walked to the main box. Thin fields of energy stopped the winds and rains from being an irritation while not obscuring the view.

 

And in the middle of the arena, the combatants. They had been standing here for several hours, and were completely drenched. One of them shivered under its baggy cloaks and robes, but held its head high in respect for the Emperor.

 

What a wonderful contest. Twelve of the new experiments, and one of the even newer ones.

 

Hopefully this would be the last of the errors Devon saw from them. A dozen of his monsters would have been more than a match for the Jedi, were it not for those fatal flaws.

 

Thankfully, they have now been corrected.

 

Their intellects were far superior to what he had witnessed last time. Before sending the nightmares out into the arena, Devon had been able to have a surprisingly deep dicussion with one of them.

 

I've not had a conversation like that in a very long time. Perhaps I should start breeding my own advisors and generals? They would certainly be more loyal, and far superior in their duties to the natural ones.

 

But such thoughts were not for now. Now, testing the ability of this specimen in a fight was what mattered.

 

All the contestants were armed and armored equally. Their halberds had been replaced with long metal poles tipped with a blade the length of a bastard sword on each end. The lighter weapons would compensate for the armor he had given. Infused with the dark side and crafted from long-lost metals by Devon personally, he had guessed that nothing less than ship-mounted blasters could penetrate it.

 

A dozen of the monsters looked at him. What to do? The newer one had obviously figured it out, and had readied himself into a stance for combat.

 

"Kill the tall one." Devon anounced. Once the last trace of the words had left his lips the battle had begun.

 

It wasn't even a fight. It was an execution.

 

The strength of the new monster was stupdenous. It lifted its sword into the air, and twirled it around as if it were a string. The beast ran towards its nearest opponent and battered through its armor, reducing anything from the shoulders and up to pulp.

 

The other monsters lept at it, but they might as well have jumped into meat grinder. The newer beast's sword cut through them like a knife through butter. Within mere seconds, twelve mangled bodies lay on the floor.

 

Devon raised an eyebrow. "I am pleased."

 

More of these creatures were growing in the vats right now. It would take time, but there was always the invasion fleet to occupy him with until then.

 

Several more hours until Li'adin. Oh, why must these things take so long?

 

His mind drifted away the rain-drenched arena on Vryss, and focused upon his enemies...

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"Puffer paste and Hutt fizz?" Mik'oth scurried through the kitchen with his head covered to find the items. The new beasts roaming around the cantina alternately bit into anything that looked remotely like food or chased Jae around the bar, muttering "Blue! Blue!"

 

Jae made a silent plea to the Force that no more of these creatures would come through the time conduit before they could finish off these ones and she could change into something less...airy...than a dancer outfit.

 

She batted at one of the monsters' halberds with her lightsaber, and the handle of the weapon broke. The halberd head dropped on the monster's foot, cutting deep. It hardly registered the pain, but then it collapsed in a seizure and died moments later. "These halberds are tainted, too!" she called out.

 

"Got it!" Talin called back.

 

"Jae, come back towards the kitchen, circle through and come out the other door. We're ready for 'em," Jolee said over the din.

 

"On my way!" Jae dashed around the bar, leading the line of 5 drooling beasts into the kitchen. The rest had not survived the transfer for reasons they as yet had no time to consider.

 

Mik'oth had left out huge pans of the puffer paste, and as soon as Jae passed by, they stopped and ate the paste. And then the pans. And then the countertops. After Jae counted out the 3 minutes (interminably long), she poked at one with her lightsaber to get his attention. He followed her briefly and stopped at the Hutt Fizz. The rest of the chimerae heard the slurping and lumbered over to join him.

 

"Everyone out, now!" Jolee ordered. Jae backed away from them, still holding her saber out in front of her, but they didn't follow. Jolee pulled the door shut as soon as she was out. "Behind the bar, people, now!" The 4 of them dove for cover.

 

"Jolee, why in Force are we out here hiding behind a bar instead of going after them?" Mik'oth asked, flipping head tails out from under cover in exasperation.

 

One of the beasts roared, and it turned into a deafening howl before they heard a loud pop followed by splatter of some sort raining down in the kitchen. Mik'oth looked up in surprise at the sound. His face was frozen for a moment, and then he closed his eyes and ducked back under the wad of cloth covering his head. "I'm never going to be able to reopen. The Sanitation Ministry will never believe that I've scrubbed enough to get all that monster ooze out of my kitchen...."

 

Four more howls, four more dull exploding sounds, and the kitchen was silent.

 

Kavar and a half dozen other Knights and Padawans stormed into the cantina just as Jolee, Talin, Jae, and Mik'oth stood up. Everyone stopped short in surprise. Kavar's lips twitched a moment in amusement at the sight of Jae in the blue dancer's outfit, lights still flashing wildly, while Mik'oth stood next to her with her robe draped around his head. Jae drew herself up, held out her hand to Mik'oth for her robe, switched off the lights, and wrapped her robe back around herself.

 

"Master Kavar," Jae stated, holding her head high.

 

"Yes, Jae?"

 

"I think it would be an excellent opportunity for the younger Jedi to investigate the scene and assist Mik'oth with some of the more difficult clean-up. From the sounds of the explosions, there will be monster parts everywhere. Do not touch the halberd blades--I believe they're poisoned somehow, and I'm going to take one to Master Supat's office right now to find out what is on the blades that is killing these things so quickly."

 

"An excellent idea," Kavar nodded.

 

Jae leaned in towards his ear and in a low tone said, "And not one word to Queen Talia!"

 

"Not one word." Kavar answered, eyes lifting in amusement once more.

 

Jolee grinned. "Let's get to the temple, drop this off, and head out to Li'adin. We have an appointment with the future. Mik'oth, we'll be back as soon as we can."

 

"Don't bring any other creatures except yourselves next time, please. And Jae, you're welcome to keep the outfit. I insist, my dear. It's so you," he waggled a head tail at her.

 

Jae shook her head and smiled. "We hope to be back in less than a week and we can have a proper get-together then."

 

Jolee and Talin stepped out with Jae after she waved good-bye to the group.

 

Mik'oth waited until the door closed behind the Jedi trio before putting on a very self-satisfied smile. "Oh, Master Kavar. It is so kind of you to bring your charges here to assist me, and I am deeply in your debt. Do please let me repay you somehow."

 

"You know there's no need, Mik'oth," Kavar replied as he sent off the others to investigate and clean.

 

"On the contrary. I feel it is essential. And I wouldn't want you to break your word to Jae about the Queen. It is such a small service." Mik'oth placed a datachip in Kavar's hand and closed his fingers around it. "This way, you don't have to say a word to Her about all the events. You can just show her the security data."

 

Kavar's lips turned up again. "I'll take good care of it, Mik'oth."

 

"Good. It's too amusing to pass up, you know, in spite of all the danger."

 

* * *

 

Jae--clothed normally once more, Jolee, and Talin had settled in the galley for caffa when the holovid link chimed, indicating Master Supat.

 

"You're on your way to Li'adin?"

 

"Yes, hope to be there in a short time," Jolee answered the Ithorian.

 

"I analyzed the halberd head. It was covered in a deadly substance."

 

Jae said, "I thought that might be the case, because one of the beasts dropped his halberd on himself and then died only a couple minutes later."

 

"It's a deadly pathogen, very rare. I've only seen this one other time, and never in a Sith Lord. It's a wonder he's stayed alive. I'll transmit the data to you, though I have very little. My team is researching a cure as we speak, and we'll contact you soon. In the meantime, don't touch anything contaminated with it--it's terribly virulent."

 

"Understood," Jolee replied.

 

"Supat out."

 

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...Don't try to come save me....

 

Jae searched her out. Tysy? Where are you? Oh, Force.... Jae turned to her beloved. "Talin--Devon's got Tysy. I don't know how he did it, but he's taken her hostage."

Are you all right, Tysy? Jae called to her.

 

Please, don't come. I don't want you to die.

 

I could no more leave you to him than I could my own flesh and blood. You are just as important as anyone else. And I'm not coming alone, either, so no fretting. Are you in danger?

 

He...fed me dinner, gave me a place to stay--it's truly opulent. And...a new lightsaber.

 

Jae closed her eyes in dismay. The most dangerous traps sometimes came gift-wrapped. Tysyacha, please, be very careful. Watch everything. You have to trust your judgment and your heart. He is wooing you. He'll twist what he says to make it sound entirely logical to do something just a tiny bit dark for the good of someone else or for the galaxy. And if that tiny darkness is all right, then maybe just a tiny bit more, because he'll know that you have the strength to handle it and not fall to the darkside if you don't want to. But all the time, he'll lead you down the garden path, subtly darker, until he has you clamped so tightly in his grasp you'll hardly be able to breathe. And throughout all that, he'll be telling you that he's not so very bad a person. I can't make your choices for you, but please be careful to look at all the options before you do.

And one more thing--the chimerae he sent to attack us had weapons covered in some kind of deadly pathogen, and we believe he is infected. Do please be careful--we don't want to see you get killed. We're coming Tysy, don't worry. We're coming....

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"I want a six-course breakfast prepared for her in the morning, access to the bathhouseses, and a warning that she'll only be infected with direct contact with my skin."

 

"It will be done, your highness." The droid floated out of the throne throom to carry out its duties.

 

He was certainly spoiling his apprentice. She would soon -

 

Ah, there was Jae! Abandoning his previous train of thought, the Dark Lord listened in. He soon chuckled to himself at what he was hearing.

 

You're not coming at all, Devon sneered. Whether you live or die, I still win.

 

A press of a button, and a comlink opened up on Devon's throne. It took effort to actually speak across six thousand years, but it was doable.

 

"Report."

 

"Our fleet is orbiting Li'adin, your majesty." The Admiral spoke with the tone of someone who'd carried out this order many times. "We can reduce the planet to space dust on your command."

 

Devon smiled. "Fire at will, commander."

 

Even across six millenia, the sound of turbolaser blasts was unmistakable.

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Hey man. I wouldn't worry about it. After I read your announcement last night, I came up with a solution. I am working on a chapter right now. After I finish eating lunch, I will be getting back to it. I have come up with a solution, which would allow you to take an absence for a while. I also think it would bring some justice to this story, and we can get our characters grounded again. Time travel has not been mentioned before in Star Wars, so I have to approach this in a Trekish manner. I will post my chapter tonight, so people can find pieces to spin off of it.

 

If others still want to keep this going, I will be more than happy to continue contributions. I am getting into a system, which will allow me to contribute a few chapters a weekened. Jae are you there? Hehehe...

 

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To Hold Everyone over until I am done with the new chapter:

 

Everyone living 6,000 before Devon was informed that three massive anomalies breifly appeared in orbit around Vryss. When each anomaly occured, they were seen on radar for breif moments, but they appeared to be non-threatening.

 

Devon's Era: - You were just informed by one of your commanders that an unknown anomaly apeared in orbit, but its origins are still unknown. It showed up for a breif moment, and it apeared not to be a significant threat.

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Hey man. I wouldn't worry about it. After I read your announcement last night, I came up with a solution. I am working on a chapter right now. After I finish eating lunch, I will be getting back to it. I have come up with a solution, which would allow you to take an absence for a while. I also think it would bring some justice to this story, and we can get our characters grounded again.

 

I appreciate the offer, though a couple things were resolved. I'll be able to post more often than I'd thought, but not as much as I used to.

 

You won't be rid of me that easily. :D

 

Jae are you there? Hehehe...

 

Jae's a slow old lady. She was sickened by how I could write chapters in ten minutes. :p

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Good to hear. :) The story would not be interesting without you. :)

 

Lol... Jae is busy creating a lighsaber big enough to reach across time to kick your @##. Lo...

 

Ha. McLeo is got a point...Yeah, it's interesting that if a lightsaber is able to through the time...

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Within a few hours later…

 

Atrina awoke from her healing trance, and saw Magnerous working attentively around the room. “What are you doing,” she questioned with a hint of grogginess.

 

“It is nice to see you are awake,” Magnerous replied, “Before I answer your question, I thought you might want to read this.” Stretching out to the Force, Magnerous guided a datapad to Atrina’s awaiting hand.

 

Upon examining the datapad, Atrina took a hard swallow, and asked, “When did this happen?’

 

“Not too long ago,” he replied, “I tried to contact your master, but all I ended up getting is static. I could have gotten paid heavily for the temple’s secrets, but everything has changed now.”

 

As Atrina examined the datapad over, she felt an overwhelming emptiness settle upon her dark spirit. “There is nothing to go back to,” she thought, “Everything I have helped to build is gone.” After she placed the datapad on the floor, Atrina opened the tourniquet Magnerous wrapped around her leg. Along the surface of her triceps, scarring had replaced her lightsaber wound.

 

“I can sense your pain,” Magnerous stated, while working on one of the gateways, “Being a Sith can blind you from normal emotions. Grieving for others is a step into a bigger understanding of the Force. ”

 

“What do you know about my pain,” she questioned, “What do you know about being a Sith anyway?”

 

Magnerous stopped tinkering for a moment, glared to the side, and replied, “At one point in my life, I was consumed by the darkside. My thoughts were filled with grandeurs of power and wealth. I lost everything that made me human. After falling deep into uncharted darkness, I became more of a beast than man.”

 

Quizzically she asked, “What happened?”

 

“I will tell you another time,” he replied. With a few more tweaks to the gateway, Magnerous spoke, “There. We are ready to get going.”

 

“We,” Atrina questioned, “When did we become a team?”

 

With a slight chuckle, Magnerous replied, “I have seen your destiny, and it has not been written. The Force has guided you here, and it has given you a blank slate.” Magnerous walked up to Atrina, placed a hand on her right shoulder, and continued, “You may have been a weak Sith, but I can teach you to become a humble Jedi.”

 

Atrina’s forehead wrinkled, one of her eyebrows dropped, and she replied, “Listen you cigar smoking-sad excuse of a Sith, you come in here and kill my friends. Now, you want me to follow your teachings?”

 

“I was listening to your conversation earlier,” Magnerous replied while folding his arms. “They were not really your friends were they?”

 

From out of nowhere, the words her heart had ached for years were out in the open. Everything she tried to hide beneath layers of falseness was laid out in front of her. “Who ever this man was, “Atrina thought, “He knows me better than I know myself.” Turning her head down and away from Magnerous, she squeezed her eyes closed, and replied, “Before I became a Sith, I was a young Padawan learning under Master Zhar. Up until this moment, no one has presented me with his same sincerity.” While her eyes started to tear from the pain she caused, she returned her gaze to Magnerous, and she allowed the words to slip through her lips, “I wish to continue my training, so I can become a Jedi like the masters before me. I wish to learn the lighter ways of the Force, so I can heal the pain I brought upon others.”

 

Nodding his head in acknowledgement, Magnerous replied, “Together we will learn from our mistakes, and try to heal the destruction we left in our wake.” Summoning the Force, Magnerous pulled Atrina’s lightsaber off the floor, and guided it to her hands. “Our journey will not be easy,” he continued, “We will be tested by others, but we must stand resolved in our beliefs.”

 

After attaching the hilt to her belt, she replied, “I understand Master Magnerous.”

 

“Don’t call me master,” he replied, “As we take our first steps together, we will both be students on this journey.” Turning his attention to the statues, he spoke, “It is time for us to begin our travels together.” Stretching out to the Force, Magnerous activated the sixth hieroglyphic on the floor, and then activated both of the statues’ sabers.

 

“Where are we going,” Atrina asked.

 

Glancing back at her, Magnerous replied, “When you were healing, I used the gateways to see the future. I observed something very disturbing.”

 

“What was it,” Atrina questioned. “I can sense your frustration.” For the first time in many years, Atrina could actually sense another’s emotions. Being filled with anger and rage had closed her off from others, and it has prevented her from sensing another’s pain. Upon the surface of her right cheek, Atrina can feel several exposed veins starting to recede. Some of her vision became clear, and finer details had slowly become noticeable. “What is going on,” she thought, “What is happening?”

 

Magnerous caught her anxiety, noticed what was bothering her, and replied, “It would appear that your lightside-will is strong. Over the next few weeks, the darkside will loose its hold over you. You will eventually feel like yourself again.” After hitting the third wall hieroglyphic, next to the western gateway, the sound of a humming noise echoed from above the temple. “Come,” Magnerous spoke, “I have setup a remote control on the Horizon. I can access the temple’s mainframe from there, and we can move freely between the futures. We will no longer need to enter the temple again.”

 

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Aboard the Horizon…

 

After they were seated aboard the Dark Horizon, Magnerous hit a key on his computer console. At the front of the temple, the door was electronically sealed. Above the tip of the temple, the gateway opening was massive. Magnerous closely examined the entryway, and saw the reflection of Vryss on the other side. Instead of a deserted environment, Vryss was covered in torrential downpours. Upon pressing a few keys on his console, the Dark Horizon rose from the planet’s surface, and hovered at the access point.

 

Before he could hit the next key, the Force sent a vibration through his spine. “Something is not right,” Magnerous thought, “I have a bad feeling about this.”

 

Atrina sensed his apprehension, and stated, “I thought I was the only one who felt that.”

 

“I think we should-“, Magnerous’s reply was cutoff from a static discharge, which resonated from the gateway. Within a brief few seconds, the Dark Horizon was launched into backwards spin. After regaining control over the Horizon, Magnerous gaze locked onto the gateway, and he ordered, “What do the scanners say?”

 

Moving her fingers swiftly across her console, she replied, “You’re not going to believe this, but the gateway is seven times its normal size.”

 

“I chose a bad day to stop smoking,” Megnerous replied. As more sensor feedback arrived, his jaw dropped open, and Megnerous spoke, “Not only is this gateway accessible from both sides, but the temple is acting like a wage.”

 

“Do you mean this thing is open indefinably,” she replied with a hint of anxiety, “How the on Korriban do we close this thing?”

 

Quickly, the Dark Horizon entered into orbit, so it was at a safe distance. Magnerous tapped wildly at his console, and…

 

(To be continued)

 

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What everyone else sees:

 

Upon the surface of Vryss, the anomaly could be seen on scanners from lightyears away. It has an extraordinary size, and it reads on all scanners as a temporal rift.

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Hey Devon:

 

I hope you understand what I have done to this game. If you make a character that is untouchable by the other players, the game ends in a stealmate. There has to be a way for you and Jae to collide in combat. Sith are not telepathic in a manner that they can alter another's perception on a large scale. Second, no one should control another person's character. That is not how RPGs are played. You control your own environment, and your characters interact independantly.

 

Now, you are touchable.

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“I chose a bad day to stop smoking,” Megnerous replied.

:lol: Reminds me of the one guy in the movie Airplane who declared that he picked a bad day to quit smoking, then drinking, then sniffing glue....

 

And back to the story....

 

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"Master Kavar, I have more news on the Vryss anomaly," A'riia said.

 

Kavar walked over to the gold Twi'lek scientist and looked over the data on her instruments.

 

"A temporal rift?" he asked.

 

"Yes, sir. It's huge. I don't believe I've ever seen anything this big before. I'm not sure what it means."

 

"It means someone is trying to alter time. And with Emperor Devon trying to attack us from 6000 years in the future, I can't imagine this is going to be any good." Kavar stretched out with the Force, trying to sense the intent of this new threat.

 

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"What's the word, Supat?" Jolee asked the master healer, who was on the holovid link.

 

"The word is that the contaminant that is on the chimerae's halberds is a rather nasty little bacterium from an obscure and uninhabited world. Some of the monsters died simply because they bumped the halberds of one of the others while in transit. Force Heal works, but requires more power than usual and only pure light side energy seems to be effective. I'm working on the specifications for an innoculant."

 

"You don't have one yet? Your age is getting to you, Supat," Jolee grinned.

 

"Yes, well, we did want to get the temporal shield up over the Jedi Temple so we don't suffer any more attacks through time from Devon."

 

"I guess you get a pass, then."

 

"My pleasure at your approval has reached new depths." Supat's voice dripped in irony. "There is a curious aspect to this bacterium. It actually feeds on dark side energy, making it multiply faster. I sensed from Devon's condition that his case is very advanced, likely terminal, and it is accelerating in severity due to his use of dark energy to break through time with his attacks."

 

"If Tysyacha hadn't been kidnapped by him, we could continue to draw him out until the germ just killed him," Jolee mused.

 

"Tysyacha's in danger as long as he's alive," Jae said.

 

"And if she turns, he has a new person to aid in his conquests," Talin added.

 

Supat nodded agreement. "We'll keep working on innoculants and cures here. You concentrate on getting to Li'adin. Supat out."

 

His image disappeared from the holovid.

 

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The ship came out of hyperspace.

"Oh, Force...." Jae said, eyes widening in horror at the group of starships surrounding the planet, pummeling the surface.

 

"Damn Sith! They'll destroy the planet!" Jolee growled.

 

"We've got to get to the surface and help save them," Talin said as he raised the shields.

 

"They see us and we're spacedust," Jolee said.

 

"Link up with me, Talin. I'll camouflage the ship," Jae decided.

 

"You can do that?" Jolee asked.

 

"I don't know, but if we don't try, we won't survive long enough to care."

 

Jae closed her eyes in meditation and joined hands and minds with Talin. Jolee noticed a faint Force signature trace its way around the ship. They slipped through the atmosphere of the planet, unseen by the Sith battleships.

 

"We're down," Jolee called out as he landed the ship in a secured landing pad.

 

Jae opened her eyes and wiped the sweat from her face. "We have to find any Li'adans and get them off planet with a timestreamer."

 

Kiol'ad sent Tarm'ad and Elin'ad with Jolee, along with a number of other Duos and Singles, and they packed the ship. Elin'ad set up the timestreamer as Jolee took off and Jae and Talin cloaked the ship in the Force again and took them to a safe place out of reach of the Sith.

 

"We're set," Elin'ad said.

 

"Take us back, then," Jolee replied.

 

The timestreamer activated, and a shimmering rainbow of lights surrounded the ship, obscuring the space and stars around it. They all felt the tingling of time change, and then they were in normal space again.

 

"We've arrived several days earlier. We're sending the warning for Li'adans to take cover now, and for Kiol'ad to be prepared for your arrival," Elin'ad announced.

 

"Let me send a message before we go back," Jae said.

 

"You're going to warn the Temple? They're too far away to send help in time," Talin said.

 

Jae grinned. "Someone much closer." She activated a holovid link. "This is Jedi Jae Onasi. I need Admiral Onasi, please, and it's an emergency...."

 

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They returned to normal time. An entire task force of Republic ships dropped into normal space as they arrived, ready to engage the Sith warships and protect the planet for further assault. The Li'adans cheered and the Jedi smiled.

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For some strange reason, the Dark Horizon traveled out of the system, and left the rift to fend for itself.

 

Just a quick question on clarification because my brain is a bit fried today--do you mean the Dark Horizon is fending for itself, or the rift? I are confused. :)

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Just a quick question on clarification because my brain is a bit fried today--do you mean the Dark Horizon is fending for itself, or the rift? I are confused. :)

The Dark Horizon is taking off, and leaving the temporal rift behind. I am writting myself out of the story, so I can get out of the way. This story is between you and Devon. I need to chillout for a while.

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"They can't be serious!"

 

The speaker was a literally nameless Dark Jedi sitting upon a small throne. Handpicked by Devon to command the fleet destroying this planet, he was dumbfounded by the resistance he was facing.

 

"They expecct to win a battle with that?"

 

The fleet's Admiral nodded. "Apparently so, sir. The ship's sensors have been triple-checked; the Republic has sent a mere task force against an entire fleet."

 

The Dark Jedi shook his head. "You'd think they didn't even know the difference."

 

"Of course, sir. May I suggest coordinating the ships?"

 

The darksider shrugged. "Does it matter? We outnumber them. Those vessels are antiques compared to ours, so we outgun them too."

 

"And more importantly, our fleet has something the Republic lacks - the dark side of the Force! Continue the bomardment!"

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Tysy, meanwhile, dreamed in bed without a moment's peace. A warning:

 

Tysyacha, please, be very careful. Watch everything. You have to trust

your judgment and your heart. He is wooing you. He'll twist what he says

to make it sound entirely logical to do something just a tiny bit dark for

the good of someone else or for the galaxy. And if that tiny darkness is

all right, then maybe just a tiny bit more, because he'll know that you have

the strength to handle it and not fall to the darkside if you don't want to.

But all the time, he'll lead you down the garden path, subtly darker, until

he has you clamped so tightly in his grasp you'll hardly be able to breathe.

And throughout all that, he'll be telling you that he's not so very bad a

person. I can't make your choices for you, but please be careful to look

at all the options before you do.

 

The Padawan thrashed underneath her silken covers, black as the cloth

on the Sith Lord's dining-room table. Despite all the luxury of the chamber

surrounding her, despite its soundproof walls and crystalsteel chandelier,

she could not find rest. Comfort eluded her in this room created for it.

 

In her mind's eye, she saw, or rather didn't see, a cold black void. Nothing.

It was like the darkness of sleep, but in this vision there was no hope of

ever awakening. There were no stars, no planets, no asteroids, no life

at all. All trace of life or existence had been wiped out. It was as

if Darth Nihilus had accomplished his goal and then consumed himself.

 

Yet this was worse. Much worse. In this void, the goals of Nihilus and

Darth Traya had been simultaneously achieved. Not only was there no

life and no physical being, but there was also no Force. It was all the

fault of the Presence, for this was his final objective. Tysy was sure of it.

 

Wait, my Apprentice. Do not blame me, said his voice. This,

this absence of light and of life, is the fault of the Jedi. The Force has

allowed me to live this long so that I may punish them for their cold

complacency and their arrogance. As Darth Traya revealed to the

Exile, it is their Code that kills life. If the Jedi Order is allowed to

exist and have its way, the New Order of even Grand Master Luke

will perish under a Master more like Atris or Vrook than like Kavar.

 

They, in the name of Light, will condemn the mortals that live in it.

Thus, these mortals will either turn to their shade of darkness or

die by their own hand. Do you wish this to happen? If not, then

prepare yourself for my final test. It shall be tomorrow, and there

you shall make your final choice between true Light and true Dark.

 

Are you ready? If not, I shall help prepare you.

 

At that moment, the Force gave Tysy peace, allowing her to sleep at last.

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