Keeping the Galaxy Intact

[JasraLantill]

A beeping sound started as a light on Kimber's control panel began to flash. Kimber looked at the light, then sighed. "Unless that tracking device isn't working properly, she's changed course," she said to the mechanic in the co-pilot's seat.

 

Without waiting for a response from him, she took the Ebon Hawk out of hyperspace so that she could change their course to match Tysyacha's. Now at a sublight speed, she noticed something odd through the view window.

 

"Whoa, that's weird." She blinked before again looking out the view window. "There aren't any stars." She blinked again. "Not one." Kimber had travelled out into Unknown Space before, but never quite this far and never to a place where she couldn't see any stars. Trying not to let her uneasiness show, because it wasn't professional to show doubt especially if you were the pilot, she began to plot the new course that would take them to their missing captain.

 

"New co-ordinates locked in. Course set. Returning to hyperspace," she said over the intercom, as she pushed the throttles forward.

 

Again the ship lurched a bit as it jumped into hyperspace, and then all was quiet except for the hum of the hyperdrive and the occasional whirrs and bleeps from T3 at the Galaxy Map station.

 

"So...," Kimber started. "Why do you think Tysy left us behind?" she asked the mechanic. "And what do you think we'll find when we catch up to her?"

[ForceFightWMe12]

He pulled his feet down from where they had been resting against the dash, sitting forward immediately as Kimber spoke. His eyes flashed open, a new sense of unease making his stomach churn. He gritted his teeth, swallowing hard as he looked at the empty space - truly, surely, entirely empty. No stars, no planets.

 

This wasn't right.

 

The taint in the Force was almost as obvious as the lack of stars, though whether or not one could call it a taint was interpretable. It didn't seem...evil, per se - it wasn't the work of the Sith or of the true darkness of the Force, but...it was wrong. Totally, completely, and inexplicably wrong.

 

He slowly sat back as Kimber began to ease the throttle forward, suddenly thrown back into his seat by the G-force of their launch into hyperspace once more. Tysyacha had changed direction?

 

"I think the reason she left us behind is the same as why she left the prior crew of the Hawk on Dantooine before she began to search for Revan." he murmured, resting his chin against his fist once more. "If she believes she's going into danger, Tysy seems to avoid the guilt of putting her crewmates and followers in danger by leaving them behind and keeping them out of trouble." He hesitated a moment, watching the wormhole of hyperspace fly by around them. "Whatever we find there..." he said softly, "Is going to be the beginning of the end."

[Rogue Nine]

"Don't be so pessimistic," Lane told the mechanic, entering the cockpit with a tray of mugs. The distinctive flavor of well-brewed caf wafted through the room. "I'm sure Tysy had her own reasons for leaving us behind, and I suspect they were quite unselfish." Lane handed the mechanic and Kimber mugs of caf. "It took me forever to get that machine to brew it the way I like it," the thin lips admitted to the two companions. The mismatched eyes twinkled. "I suspect the assassin droid tinkered with it. One does not often brew caf with xenoboric acid."

[JasraLantill]

Kimber took the mug of caf from Lane and appreciatively inhaled the aroma as she gave him a nod of thanks. It was steaming hot, so she just took a small sip at first.

 

"I suspect the assassin droid tinkered with it. One does not often brew caf with xenoboric acid."

 

Kimber paused mid sip. "Xenoboric acid?" She looked critically at her cup, then smacked her lips together. "Hmm... no aftertaste though...." She shrugged dismissively, then turned to the mechanic.

 

"Well, beginning of the end or end of a beginning, surely she knows that we would go after her? After all, I signed up for adventure and I wasn't going to get any adventure sitting in that cave lair waiting for her to come back. No, she had to know we'd go after her." She paused. "Which makes me wonder, was that her intention? To have us arrive unannounced, wherever she's gone to?"

[ForceFightWMe12]

He accepted the mug as well, breathing in the warm aroma and allowing the warm to melt through his glove to his skin, traveling up the skin of his human hand. Slowly, he took a tentative sip before answering Kimber.

 

"I can't honestly be sure." he said softly, shaking his head. Knowing full well the reaction his comment would draw, he said, "She told us, though, that we shouldn't follow her - that it would be dangerous. She warned us against it, but whether or not she suspected we would follow anyways would be...well, your guess is just as good as me."

 

That was always his biggest petpeeve - no matter what way you looked at any situation, there was almost always far too many motives for a person's actions and not enough indication. It always gave so much guesswork - guesswork that he was normally quite good at, but...there was always the Exile - and people like her - that tended to keep him guessing.

[Tysyacha]

"They have found you, my dear Exile," said Kreia in a gentle voice with only a slight tinge of reproach. "Somehow the brazen pilot, the droids both dark and light, the androgynous sentient, and the mechanic who is not one have sensed your presence, whether through the Force or some more mundane means I do not know. The only thing that matters now is that you lead them to Malpenulte, so they can decide their own destinies themselves. Once you depart from that place, there is no turning back unless one somehow renders Cocyta permanently asunder, as you did at Malachor V."

 

Tysyacha shook her head in two violent double-takes. "Traya. That's not what I want to know," she almost hissed. Her voice was shaking. "Why did you really send me on alone? I know how you despised all of my previous allies aboard the Ebon Hawk, back when I was still trying to find and locate Darths Nihilus, Sion, and...you. Why should you care about protecting my friends now? Tell me the truth for once, if you indeed are with the Force!"

 

"Atton was a fool. There was no real strength in him, only the desperate cunning of a hunted animal trying to stay alive. Mira? Surely you jest. That scantily-dressed neophyte is no more of a true Jedi than a child, Exile. As for the Disciple, he's so loyal to the ideals of the Old Order that he is of no further use to you. Visas? She is the only one who could truly reform the Jedi. You had to leave her behind, for her sight will prove invaluable to future Padawans. Your friends now have power, will, honor, and resolve.

 

"That is why I trust them, and that is why I do not wish to see them die. You see, the full sundering of Cocyta requires sacrifice. Not merely of sweat and tears, but of blood. Lives must be given to the planet's core, for the ultimate undoing of Bastila's scheme is the True Sith giving their lives voluntarily and unselfishly for the exact opposite cause. If you lead the Hawk and her crew to Malpenulte, they'll have a chance to choose if they will perish!"

 

"How many must be sacrificed?" asked Tysyacha, with a feeling she knew.

 

"Dvukh. Two. You've known all along. Now--what will you do?"

 

With tears streaming down her face, Tysyacha sent a simple three-word message through the Force: Malpenulte...this way. She slowed down.

[ForceFightWMe12]

He turned his head slightly to the right, as if responding to the call of his name. Her words echoed through his mind, her presence unmistakable. His jaw locked, his teeth gritted - she knew that they were following her now, and he was trying to decide whether or not that was a good thing. If she was purposely leading them on...what was she planning?

 

"Malpenulte..." he murmured under his breath, watching the constantly shifting blue lights outside the viewscreen. "That's where we're going - Malpenulte. She's leading us there. She'll be waiting."

 

But what will we find waiting with her?

[Tysyacha]

Anguish was far too weak a word to describe what the Exile felt at the moment. She was in torment, the same condition as a soul who was descending slowly into the mythical Hell of the ancients. How could she lure her loyal companions to a planet and a crucible-like destiny where two out of four of them could end up dead by default?

 

"I'm going to die, Traya," she hissed resolutely to the holocron, her palm trembling.

 

"What?" There was a note of astonishment--and yes, fear--in the voice of the Sith.

 

"I will be one of the sacrifices Cocyta needs. If two must die for that world of white darkness to be riven at last, I want to be one of the two. I will be, by the Force!"

 

"No. You can't. Of course, you could be, but do you see what will happen? Cocyta is one of those utterly condemned places like the Star Forge. No one who died upon that forsaken weapon-building monstrosity ever returned to the Force. That is what you risk, and what you choose, if you select yourself as sacrifice. Do you honestly wish it?"

 

"What if I let the Force choose its dead because I am afraid? I'd be the worst traitor and coward the galaxy has ever known. No, I will not do so. I will go to death of my own free will, gladly, to defend the very principle of 'free will' and the right to choose. I shall take you with me, in holocron form, down into Cocyta's core--with one other."

 

"Who shall that other be?" asked Kreia, softly and bitterly. "What if no one selects the option of immolation? Everyone wants to survive, Exile. This is the only way. Once upon eons ago, Cocyta was a nondescript and non-malevolent world, but Bastila has seen to it that those who wish to see the Light destroyed must pay a heavy price."

 

"Be still, Kreia," said Tysyacha, closing the metal cube. She gazed at her reflection.

 

Do you see my golden eyes? came a quiet message through the Force. My reddening face? So far, I have done nothing to earn the designation of Sith or Dark One, and yet here I am, unable to conceal the reality of my body and soul at present.

 

Bastila Shan has deemed herself the Light of the Galaxy. She is on Cocyta, a world where there is no darkness. In her eyes, I am dark, the darkest of all known humans. Before she died, Darth Traya spoke of a waiting threat--the threat of the True Sith.

 

Look at me now. I have taken up Traya's mantle. I am one of the True Sith.

 

I wish to defeat Bastila and her plans to rid the galaxy of all evil. Ridding the galaxy of evil means ridding it of the choice and the option to do so, and hence, of free will. Do you see what I've become? Traya has been teaching me again, through a holocron I found in Katya's lair. It is she who demanded I set forth alone, at least until now.

 

In order to undo the damage, as I perceive it, that Bastila intends to do and is already doing to the planet of Malpenulte, Cocyta must be sundered. Torn in two. Such a task requires the shedding of blood, the lives of two. I will be one, but whence the other?

 

Only a Sith would be so selfish and so cruel as to ask someone to die with her.

 

I've confessed everything. Please, come to Malpenulte. I will meet you unarmed.

[Jae Onasi]

Bastila closed her eyes and basked in the Light--so bright on this planet. The first few ships had lifted off, a fleet to return the planets lost to the Sith to their rightful place in the Republic.

 

No, Tysyacha, your darkness will not shroud this planet in evil. You would do well to stay away. The Light gives me strength and burns away the darkness in your heart. You will not prevail. Better yet, turn from this darkness that steals your soul. Embrace the light once more, as you had so many years ago when you were a Jedi.

 

She returned to the building to start another day training her students.

[ForceFightWMe12]

((o.O....I totally saw that Tysy posted....>.>))

 

His eyes darkened, flashing in the dim light. His finger was pressed over his lips again. What did she mean?

 

The True Sith were supposed to be a species, living far beyond the regions of Known Space...no one had ever found them, and though they had been searched for...He gritted his teeth together. Tysyacha was not a Sith - perhaps she had been close to one, and perhaps she had never been the Brightest of people, but...she had the chance to follow, and she turned her back. She didn't come with the rest. She chose to stand strong, alone in the Galaxy, while the rest fell.

 

She was no Sith.

 

But this news about Bastila was disturbing...and he couldn't connect with Tysy now, no matter how much the curiosity burned his insides. No, there was only one way to find out.

 

"Malpenulte." he said aloud, "That's where she's going. Malpenulte."

[JasraLantill]

"Malpenulte? Pretty specific for a 'guess', eh, Spanner." Kimber snorted. "Well, I've never heard of it, but...." Kimber began changing their course to match the co-ordinates of Tysy's tracking signal. "If that's where she went, then that's where we'll go."

 

She smiled then at both the mechanic and Lane. "And so our great adventure begins!" A slight frown. "Hmm....wonder if they have any fuel there? We go much further than the Cap'n's present position and we'll need to start looking for a source." She cast the mechanic and Lane a sideways glance. "Unless you two want to get out and push," she added with a crooked grin.

[Tysyacha]

Malpenulte, to the Exile's great relief, was not as dread-inducing nor sickeningly light as she believed that Cocyta would be. However, this penultimate planet before Bastila Shan's personal world proved to have its own shadows, its own dark horrors.

 

As soon as she landed and exited her tiny and rather cramped courier's vessel, she saw line after unending line of people waiting to enter some flawless steel-walled buildings. A tremor ran through her, and through the Force. For what, or whom, were they waiting? Would Bastila arrive, or were these throngs still considered unworthy to meet her? Tysyacha closed her eyes and felt a message that almost made her choke.

 

Return to the Light. This, Exile, is the place where tainted ones go to be cleansed. They wait to purify themselves through pain, the type and duration dependent on what kind of wrongs they have chiefly done. The lustful humbly submit themselves to isolation; the greedy and gluttonous to deprivation of food and drink; the lazy to lack of sleep; and the betrayers to the punishment of being forced into submission per extensive teaching on loyalty and hard labor, with no hope of release until they are cured. It is this line, the line of traitors, that you must enter if you'll be saved.

 

The Force inexorably drew Tysyacha to the end of the queue, and it held her there, gently and yet fast. The Exile prayed her crew would find her before her turn came.

[JasraLantill]

"Ok, people, looks like we're here," Kimber said to her two companions in the cockpit. She flipped a few switches and a planet appeared on the viewscreen. "Wow... it's...." Kimber tilted her head to one side. "It's kind of... dark, isn't it?" She shook her head dismissively. "Dark or not, we've got to find someplace to land, and, hopefully, some fuel. Otherwise, you two," she looked over her shoulder at Lane and the mechanic, "are going to have to get out and push. Of course, we could always make that mouthy droid push it instead..." she said hurriedly under her breath.

 

Her scanner bleeped. "Hey! What do you know! We're in luck! There's some kind of settlement down there." She zoomed in on the image. "It's small, but... hey, I'm picking up Tysy's signal down there, too. It's stationary."

 

She looked over at the mechanic. "You want me to set her down on the outskirts, or just go blazing right in?" For some reason, she was beginning to defer the command decisions to him, although she didn't really know why. It wasn't like he was any higher 'rank' than she was, was he? "Your call."

[ForceFightWMe12]

He studied the planet for several long moments, his eyes and body unmoving, almost to the point that one would suspect he wasn't exactly conscious. However, soon enough, he slowly blinked his eyes, the statue coming back to life.

 

"Approach the settlement." he said, "It doesn't seem as though Tysy met any opposition on her way down. If she wasn't disturbed, I don't think we'll be met with anything that we can't handle."

[Tysyacha]

Kimber Quitaan, the mysterious mechanic, Lane, T3-M4, and HK-47 all exited the Ebon Hawk with a sense of unease, almost dread, although not enough to remain aboard the ship. Avoiding one's fears or what tempts one, Darth Traya had taught, is not strength, but facing it is. Thus, the five crew members of the battered vessel that was once Revan's and now the Exile's ventured forward onto an unknown world.

 

"Excuse me," quipped one of them to a blank-eyed passer-by. "Any fuel stations?"

 

"Around here, there is one," said the woman, and she pointed. Her gesture was a tad slow, off-cue, like a needle that had skipped a fraction of a second in a record's vinyl groove. "But prepare yourself, because if you go to Cocyta without the proper soul searching and cleansing, you will be destroyed by the planet as soon as you land."

 

After an awkward silence, someone asked, "Uh...care to elaborate?"

 

"Resolute Statement: I suggest that we should facilitate communication and put an end to hostilities," said HK. "This target seems rather stuporous, perhaps from lack of sleep. It would be a kindness to put her out of her misery." He shouldered his weapon.

 

"I am not afraid of you, droid," said the woman, her face as expressionless as her eyes. "Mistress Shan's wrath is far greater than your molten cannon could ever be. It is a good thing you are a droid. Otherwise, she would melt you alive if she found you."

 

"Melt you alive?" The unease turned to downright nausea. "What do you mean?"

 

"She has already immolated several upon Malpenulte, but that is their own fault. They attempted to address our Mistress when they had not yet gone through purification. For their arrogance and insolence, not to mention treason to the galaxy and their very souls, they were burned alive, or immolated through Force energy." A brief pause. "If you wish to find fuel, do so at the station nearby, but if you wish to save yourselves, stand in any of these lines--the one that fits the wrongs you have committed. Then, Mistress Shan's servants will wash away all of your transgressions and make you worthy to go to Cocyta without fear of death. Farewell. I must go and purify myself."

 

All five of them sensed a slight pull, a tugging at the Force, as if to break its bonds...

[ForceFightWMe12]

He gritted his teeth, his body going rigid and his eyes resolute. He looked to each of the lines, to the thousands that were already lining themselves up to willingly be punished for whatever 'sins' they had committed in their life. His eyes were dark and stormy.

 

But then again...exactly how willing could they all be?

 

The woman they had just talked to, that was walking to her own form of torture and self-retribution now, had the blank eyed stare that he had only seen in certain situations - situations in which the Force had taken control of a person's mind, thoughts, and actions. Could it be...? But there were so many! Certainly these people weren't all under Force control? The power that would need...

 

He gritted his teeth against another subtle Force pull, this one stronger than the last. His hands - both human and mechanical - clenched into fists. What was this pull? It seemed almost...gravitational. There was another pull that he fought off, again stronger than the two before - and now he noticed that there wasn't only the one pull. But three. And each pulled him in a different direction.

 

Lust. He fought off the Force pull with even stronger resolution, his teeth gritted and eyes closed. Behind his mind's eye came the image of two women - both with dark hair, one with eyes of blue and one with eyes of brown - filled his vision. Two women. He had had them both. And he had abandoned them. Another pull dragged him in one direction

 

Gluttony. Ships - legions upon legions - flashed now before his eyes, each with battle turrets trained on the fleet that was imposing upon them, the silhouettes and shadows that blacked out the nearby sun. He had conquered them - he had been the one to lead them to victory. But it wasn't enough to save the galaxy for the time being. No. He needed complete control, so he could establish his own order and impose peace across the galaxy for decades to come! A second pull dragged him in another.

 

Betrayal. Seven times. Seven times. The terrible realization that while he, thinking he had been so noble in his life, so true, so pure, had betrayed all that he had stood for seven times throughout his lifetime made his will buckle. The pull started to get the better of him. He had betrayed his teachers, those that had raised him. Step. He had betrayed those that had followed him, believing that he would be their salvation - all he did was lead them to death. Step. He betrayed his lover, running forward on a path that she could not follow. Step. He betrayed his best friend, an eye for an eye, to 'save' this now-crumbling Republic. Step. He betrayed his followers - no, his friends - when he disappeared from them on Dantooine. Step. Then...he had betrayed his lover once again. He abandoned her, left her behind, with hardly so much as a word as to why so that she could be 'safe' as he went on that damned mission to find the 'true evil' of the galaxy. Oh, what a fool he had been!

[JasraLantill]

...Mistress Shan's servants will wash away all of your transgressions and make you worthy to go to Cocyta without fear of death. Farewell. I must go and purify myself."

 

"Yeah, you do that, honey." Kimber raised an eyebrow as she looked askance at the mechanic to her right, and then Lane to her left. "You know, she just didn't seem quite all there to me." She shook her head. "I dunno about this place. It feels... odd. You know, like... like the feeling you get when there's a salesman that comes to your door, and shows you all these completely useless items that you know you don't need but somehow you feel obligated to buy something?" She shivered as she looked toward the lines of people. "It's like we have a choice, but we don't."

[Tysyacha]

Tysyacha felt another poor soul step into line behind her; she was no longer the last. That gave her some sense of comfort, until she reached out through the Force to touch the newcomer. The sensation that greeted her was one part shock, one part bewilderment, one part delight, and one part utter relief. Another betrayer, no doubt.

 

"Hello," she mumbled, turning around and then almost colliding with the transgressor in front of her as she nearly fell backward. "You?! What are you doing here, unless you brought the rest of the crew of the Ebon Hawk to rescue me? This place is as much of a nightmare as I think Cocyta will be--we'd better think of something fast!

 

"Although--what are you doing in the betrayers' line? You must have spotted me. Quickly, let's try and think of a way to try and break the Force pull that's holding us here. You may not know how to use the Force, sir," she said humbly, "but I do. As for our purification, it will only come if we escape this world. I know that I've betrayed all my Masters and the Jedi Order by heeding a monstrous call to war, but that doesn't mean I am hopeless. Nor you. Now, on the count of three, try to step out of line.

 

"Raz--dva--tri!" Tysyacha almost screamed this last, and she tried with all of her strength to leave the queue. Sadly, however, the Force pull of Malpenulte was too strong, couched in the falsely-soothing illusion of being too subtle, too weak. If she would not have hurt the person in front of her, the Exile would have tried to slash at the air with her double silver sabers, but she feared even her fabled weapons would do her no good. She looked back over her shoulder to see if the mechanic had succeeded.

[ForceFightWMe12]

He didn't hear Kimber. No, her voice faded from his ears as he forced his eyes open - only to spot a familiar head amongst the infinite lines. The Exile! She was in the betrayers' line!

 

The steps towards the line were no longer forced, no longer dragging footsteps. He was running to the line now, only slowing down once he reached the back behind Tysy. Sensing his presence, she turned around - and tried, failingly, to step out of line. He sighed, ducking his head slightly and shaking his head. Did she ever think things through fully?

 

"Tysyacha," he said, his eyes on his arm as he began to undo the straps on the gauntlet that clothed his right, human hand, "Do me a favor - and stop talking." Pulling the glove off, he gently pressed his palm to her forehead, a tingling going through his skin as he did so. It had been so long since he had touched another human's skin...

 

With the physical connection established, it wasn't long before their own Force presence was able to fight off that of the planet's, allowing them to link together. With a slight frown, he allowed the barriers that masked his power down for only a second, allowing a shock of invigorating power through their connection - an extremely powerful shock, considering how short the time was that he had let his barriers down. The shock was enough to stimulate both of their Force signatures - and give them enough will to beat out the pull that was dragging them into the line, granting them freedom. For now.

 

"We don't have much time." he said, beginning to pull the glove back on and taking a step back from her, "Why did you come here? Was there a reason? Or was it just another impulse?" his movements were frantic, his words clipped a little more than usual. He wasn't exactly at ease. "Because I think it would be best if we get off this forsaken place as soon as possible."

[Tysyacha]

Tysyacha nodded in five quick reflexes. "Indeed. I did have a reason for coming here; it wasn't just another whim." She leaned close to whisper in the mechanic's ear. "You see, I have a sort of...teacher...who guided me to this planet in hopes of finding it."

 

"By the Force, no!" Traya's savage rebuke slashed through the fear and sudden panic in the Exile's mind. "Malpenulte itself is not what I had hoped for you to discover. Search, my Exile! There is something here upon this twilit world that is intimately tied to Bastila Shan, the Savior of Cocyta. With it in your grasp, or at least your possible means of destruction, you could weaken her enough so that Cocyta's energy does not bleed you of life like detergents bleed stains from a soiled tunic. She will not let you reach her unless you are purified, or unless you find the first secret to her power."

 

"And what is that?" Tysyacha nudged the holocron of Darth Traya through the Force. "How can I look for something if I don't know what I'm looking for?" she asked.

 

"It is not a what for which you search, moya' Dvukh, but a who. Bastila was once a Jedi, a true Jedi if such people can be called that. She was taught by three Masters, and they are buried here: Vandar, Dorak, and Zhar. Their tombs lie high in the mountains of Malpenulte. She is bleeding the power from their resting places, and yet she knows it is not enough to cleanse her soul of the evil within. You must give the Masters peace by finding the one person who knows their teachings."

 

"And who would that be? The Masters are dead! Surely only Revan still does!"

 

"There is one other. She had become a historian after her companion Juhani left with Revan to defeat Darth Malak, but now she stands on the steps of a great Machine. She has resigned herself to her fate, and in one hour she will be executed, liquefied. Find Archivist Belaya and bring her aboard the Hawk. She is the last piece of this light-and-dark puzzle that must click into place before Bastila Shan can be destroyed.

 

"Where is the Machine?" asked Tysyacha.

 

"You...have already been searching for it, or at least your companions have recently."

 

"The fuel station!" Tysyacha's face went white. "You mean...?"

 

"Palladium is only used for the weapons of war, not the transports," smiled Traya. "Mere civilian shuttles and speeders, and even ships like the Hawk, are still run upon carbon-based fuels..."

 

Tysyacha grabbed the mechanic's hand and bolted full-speed for the fuel station.

[ForceFightWMe12]

Organic fuel?? Was that really what she was doing to those people who refused to bow to her insanity? Turning them into rocket fuel?!

 

Her tug practically pulled him flying right off his feet, and he stumbled for a second before being able to regain his footing. "Ow ow OW! Hey!" he said, tugging his arm from Tysy's grip as he caught up beside her. She had grabbed the artificial wrist, and the way she had been tugging on it tugged at the joint in his elbow - which was really quite painful. He rubbed his elbow gently. "That's sensitive!"

 

After a few seconds he dropped both arms, pumping them as they ran. "Exactly where is this fuel station?" he asked, "And what about the others?"

[Rogue Nine]

Lane rubbed thin hands together as mismatched eyes studied their surroundings. The world Tysy had chosen was certainly an interesting one. Lane had had a fair number of odd experiences in a rather long lifetime, yet this one was certainly surprising in its uniqueness. It was as if there were invisible threads everywhere, tugging at whoever set foot on the ground, pulling them this way and that. Lane's sinewy limbs relished the strange sensations, but the mind knew that they were not to be trifled with, so it resisted the urge to let go completely and instead kept Lane's body alongside the pilot Kimber, the irascible droid HK, the precocious T3 and the still-unnamed mechanic.

 

"Curious," the lips spoke for the first time in a while, "how our valiant mechanic seems to be going through a spot of inner turmoil." A thin finger stretched out to point towards the man being dragged along by a much-shorter-than-he Exile. "Curious, how frazzled our intrepid Exile is." The lips curved up into a smile as the long legs began marching forward. "Curious, how oddly suited they seem for each other."

[JasraLantill]

Kimber watched the mechanic as he headed for the lines of dazed people--slowly at first but then faster and faster until he was running at break neck speed. She frowned, then turned to Lane. "Was it something I said?" She quickly dismissed her confusion with a shake of her head. "Nevermind. Let's just go organise getting our fuel." Looking over her shoulder at Lane, she asked, "Are you coming?"

 

Seemingly without any difficulty, she started to head away from the lines of people and in the direction that the woman they had met earlier had said that the fuel depot was located. It wasn't that she didn't feel attracted to join any of the lines, (after all she was slightly curious about why the people were queuing in them,) but she just didn't feel compelled to join any of them. Greed? This wasn't the first job Kimber had taken for next to no money, so she certainly wasn't the least bit greedy. Gluttony? Her mother had taught her to take everything in moderation, and that's always what she did. Lust? She liked to explore, true, but wanderlust was more like extreme curiosity driven by boredom in her mind. Laziness? Please. Nothing ever got accomplished by sitting on one's backside. There was always something to do and one of her top-rated personal 'rules' was 'always finish the job.' And betrayal? She was a Corellian. Bravery and honour was paramount to her, as was indicated by the bloodstripe running down the length of each leg of her trousers. To betray one's comrades, co-workers, friends, or family was... well, it was the very worst thing a Corellian could do!

 

No, there was nothing that she had done in her life that she felt guilty about, or obsessed about, or really even had regrets about. Her main focus was her job. And just as it had somehow fallen to the mechanic to go and look for Tysy, it had fallen to her to find the fuel that they'd need to continue their journey.

 

So, as the mechanic had headed for the lines of people, she had headed for the fuel depot.

[Tysyacha]

"Zhal', zhal'!" the Exile cried to the mechanic as she dashed along, her hand in his. "I'm sorry! We must hurry, or else the last hope for the galaxy may be put out! Liquefied! Don't worry. I'll explain more if and when I find her." Tysy was running short of breath. She was sure the mechanic did not have a clue what she was talking about or to whom she was referring, but the Exile knew that it might well be too late already.

 

At the fuel depot, she saw several people resting on a bench near a great whirring tank, their echoes through the Force almost making her reel. So keen was their anguish, so complete their despair, that Tysyacha at first believed that they were being physically tortured by the dark currents of Malpenulte.

 

"Belaya!" Tysyacha called out. "Archivist Belaya? Are you here?"

 

"I am here," said a soft, deep female voice, shrinking in on itself. "I am waiting to be purified, here with all the others, but the Machine must prepare itself."

 

"Purified?" The Exile was confused. "If you wish that, why aren't you in line with all the others?" She turned her head back toward the winding queues.

 

"I have been deemed unworthy even for that," Belaya explained, her eyes full of the sacred detachment that the Jedi Order seemed to preach. "Blasphemy is the worst form of betrayal, and even you have not committed it. Deep in your heart, you still cling to the tenets of the Jedi Code. I do not, especially now that I know what it means to Mistress Shan, the Light of the Galaxy. For this, I must die, and die the death of the most ignoble criminal." She gestured to the tank. "I will become clean fuel, useful at last, for the Light's cause."

[JasraLantill]

Kimber was horrified at what she saw at the depot. People lined up to be vaporized into fuel?

 

"Eeew.... yuck!" Kimber shook her head, slowing backing away from the depot and the lines of people. "I'm not putting this fuel in my ship! And I don't care how environmentally friendly it is...."

 

Then she saw her Captain and the mechanic, talking with one of the potential 'fuel donors' near the beginning of the queue. "Erm... your ship," she corrected herself. "Hey, Spanner-boy!" She waved a hand at them, hoping that they would see her. "What the heck is going..."

 

Unfortunately, someone else saw her instead.

 

"...on?" A man's hand abruptly touched Kimber's shoulder. "You are early," she heard a man's voice say.

 

Slowly turned her head to see his face. "Early?"

 

"The machine has not yet finished the purification cycle." The man's eyes were glazed over, very similar to the woman they had first met that had said something about purification. "You will have to wait."

 

"Oh. Yeah, well, now that I think about it, I'm not sure if I really need fuel or not." Kimber started to back away slowly. "I think I probably have enough to get to where I'm going. Wherever that may be," she added under her breath. "But thank you so much for the information. I really hate waiting in line for...." She cast a nervous glance over her shoulder. There were queues of people everywhere. "...erm, stuff."

 

"You lack patience," the man said. "That is a sin."

 

"No." Kimber pressed her lips together. "That's a genetic trait for Corellians. You know, like Zeltrons are red?"

 

She grinned, then looked nervously over her shoulder. There seemed to be others gathering around her, with the same glazed look in their eyes. She was pretty confident that she could take down 5 or 6 of them, but any more than that and she was going to have a problem. "Lane?!" she called out, hoping that the near-human would be nearby to assist her in getting back to the ship. "Lane, I think it's time to go now!"