"Mall Bots"
By: Protocol Droid AC-18 [NPC]
and Astromech R5-E6 [NPC]

Location: New Plouton
Date: Niothe 14, 4ABY

***

The world was a void, and the emptiness thereof. An ocean of trinary code ebbed and flowed, lapping at the shores of consciousness. Swirling endlessly, as if rearranging itself into something tangible, something more coherent, the data sea brought with it understanding. Suddenly the waves tremored, with blue-white current racing over the surface. The waves crested, bringing one word: Activate.

At the signal from Aesir's computer, the Cybot Galactica protocol droid, Serial Number AC-18 woke from her slumber. Pale cyan photoreceptors glowed into being and Eighteen patiently ran her start-up tests. Nothing showed up out of order, so she disengaged from the power junction and stepped away from the wall. Her neck axial servos hummed softly as she turned her head to look around.

Eighteen made her way from the droid stations at the rear of Aesir and into the main living area. Her charges were already busy.

"Query," the R2 unit beeped.

Eighteen halted in her movements. "Yes?"

"Location of Owner?"

She hesitated for a moment, her circuits digesting the context of the question. Then she said, "Master Syan is not here. He has not yet returned from the hunt. But he may at any moment, so we must have things ready for him."

The astromech bounced softly, turning to face her. "Primary functions complete, Aesir operating within range of standard-repair/maintenance. Priority of secondary roles?"

"Urgent," Eighteen answered, raising her volume to punctuate it. She raised an arm toward the utilities nook and pointed. "Go. And no more arguments that you're a ship repair droid."

"Servitude. Low-priority," R2-G9 replied with some snobbish indignation. The unit had campaigned silently for some time, just over Aesir's datanet, for the addition of a cleaning droid on the transport. Eighteen had taken the request to their owner, and it had been denied. She'd left it at that. The astromech had not been so quick in his acceptance.

Eighteen ignored the beeps and trills from the indignant droid and continued toward the ship's armory.

She spent the next hour moving meticulously through the cache of blades and blasters, grenades, assorted explosives, and things she had not yet classified. One by one, she checked the blasters, removing power packs requiring charge and setting them in cradles. She dusted them carefully, lining them up in a logical order in size, series type, function, and power level. The second task she took even more carefully. Master Syan was particular about his bladed weapons and that bled into her subroutines, causing her to be equally so. She was not allowed to sharpen them or maintain them in any way beyond cleaning. So Eighteen dusted the swords and knives, throwing darts, vibroshivs, and more, placing them away in drawers and sheathes hanging on the walls.

Satisfied with her work, Eighteen locked the armory and returned to the main space. R2-G9 was on his tripod legs, pushing the grav-vac attachment. Any particles it picked up were being siphoned into the droid's cylindrical body where it would be compacted and discarded of later. As the astromech passed the protocol droid, he chirruped something that all but corroded her circuits.

"Just be quiet and work. The sooner you finish, the sooner you can start fixing things again," she said, banging her metal fingers on the droid's dome.

The R2 unit continued up the corridor, vacuuming. Its compatriot, R5-E6, or "Reese" as he liked to refer to himself, was polishing the consoles with a monomolecular sponge dripping with cleaning solution and held carefully in a single manipulator. Without stopping his cleaning, Reese shifted his flowerpot head around, bringing his triclopic visual receptors to rest on her. He beeped softly.

"Aesir informed me as well. The ship is low on consumables. Reese, I believe we will have to go and get some," Eighteen replied. Aesir had indeed informed her during her rest cycle that its stores were low on cyclable water, stored food, and morphable food packs for autogalley.

Sensing an impending mission of some sort, Reese put the sponge down and retracted his manipulator. Its cylindrical body spun on the twin treads before leaning forward and falling on to his extended third foot, giving the droid the tripod stance that was so symbolic of astromechs. Reese rolled over to her, beeping a query.

"Yes, I think so too. Now would be better, now that Aesir is sorted out. Check the city's computer transit system and order us appropriate transportation."

Reese wheeled off to plug into a nearby data port. In the meantime, Eighteen reviewed the note files she'd been taking from Master Syan since he took over as her owner. Their owner was nearly as meticulous and systematic as a droid, and kept efficient records, in part depending on her to assist in organizing it. She took the duty most seriously, encouraged by the modifications that had been done to her programming by techs under his instructions. She had been designed to work with families, but a lot of his improvements to her programming were liberating. She had more free will now, more initiative. Before she'd been little but a nanny for her previous owner's bastard children.

Her quick self-exam found details that could be handled in their current situation. Things she didn't think she needed the master's approval to do. Mainly purchasing Aesir's needed supplies, and a few things he'd mentioned to her in their frequent briefing sessions.

By the time she was done organizing her own notes, Eighteen was joined again by Reese. "Transportation arranged, Sweetcheeks," Reese beeped.

"Stop that. I'm certainly not your Sweetcheeks," Eighteen replied, angrily. Where R2-G9 was all work, Reese was eccentric and possessing an unusual personality upgrade the master hadn't bothered to remove since he couldn't understand Reese's beeps anyway. "G9!"

The other astromech stopped his vacuuming, swivelling his dome around. "We' re on assignment for Master Syan. Head to the cockpit and have Aesir deactivate the defense systems until we've disembarked." R2-G9 beeped acknowledgement and disengaged from the grav-vac, wheeling toward the elevator. While he did, Eighteen and Reese made their way to the ramp and activated it. But the ramp wouldn't descend. They had to wait until the droid had the ship deactivate the security systems, since it was programmed not to let anyone on or off without certain codes.

A moment later, the keypad glowed orange and the sounds of the gantry plate outside shook the doorway. The ramp tilted down and extended to the ground, allowing them to disembark.

Eighteen and her libidinous companion, Reese, descended the ramp into the hangar she had rented with her access to the bounty hunter's slush account. R2-G9 had run his special investigative subroutines on the city's datanet, looking at customer complaints to the local business bureau, police reports, and declared income for various holding companies. In the end, he'd chosen Batari Berthing for Aesir, and Eighteen had landed the ship, denying any number of services by direct, if polite, electronic messages. The more they could limit the knowledge that the ship had no sentients aboard, the better.

Batari was not a new company by any means, nor were its hangars. Though spacious, the hangar showed layered grime and signs of frequent and careless use. Eighteen had ended up keeping the ship in repulsor hover over the hangar's top doors for a dangerously long time due to the sloth speed of overworked and under-maintained door mechanisms.

But they'd landed without incident, and the Aesir were safe and sound inside the hangar. Eighteen and Reese, however, were not to be for long.

Shuffling away from the ramp, Eighteen turned to Reese and said, "All right, tell G9 he can secure the ship. We should be back before evening." With her internal sensors, the protocol droid picked up the burst transmission the R5 had made to his companion. Moments later the gantry was retracting and the silver hull plate slid back into place, turning the ship back to its normally sleek profile.

The droids approached the doors. Eighteen activated them, and let out a small yelp as the doors jammed and started to squeal in protest against the request to open. "Most unsightly. Reese, we shall have to report this to the Batari Berthing customer service department when we return." Eighteen made a note to that effect in her memory file and waited until the astromech and rolled under the half-open doors before she herself bent awkwardly at the waist and continued outside herself.

"I hope you've ordered us reputable transportation," Eighteen said, looking around. Moments later, a white repulsorlift truck with orange and purple stripes slid silently up before the hangar. A gangly human woman in a uniform of modern cut and in the equadi style stepped out with datapad in hand, approaching the droids.

"I'm here for a pick-up," she said wearily. Her knotted brown hair was tucked under a cap.

"Did you order anything, Reese?" Eighteen asked, turning to her companion. He beeped softly, followed by a whistle. "What do you mean you ordered transportation?"

Reese beeped again, indicating the truck. "Cargo? You registered us as cargo? You malfunctioning bucket of bolts, when the master gets back, I'm going to tell him about this indignity." Eighteen snuffled, got her circuits in order, and then turned to the woman who was watching them with no sign she'd even been aware of the exchange. "I suppose it can't be helped. We are the articles you are here to collect and deliver."

She frowned, heavy eyebrows lidding mossy-green eyes. She chewed on the end of her data pad stylus. "I'm not really supposed to transport droids without restraining bolts."

Reese trilled the woman in protest, and Eighteen answered as quickly, "That won't be necessary, miss. We won't be any trouble. Come along, Reese."

The astromech followed his protocol droid companion to the rear of the repulsorlift truck where the courier lowered the loading ramp. The two droids climbed aboard with brightly colored cargo tracking stickers on their torsos.

Eighteen sat, stewing at the indignity. She was an important droid, on important business for the master, and here she was 'cargo'. The horror. In contrast, Reese amused himself recording data from the other cargo stickers slapped on packages in the rear of the van. He told her he'd give the data to G9 later to play around with and flex his subroutines, tracking down the original owners, contents, destination, and estimated legality. "Use it or lose it," Reese had assured Eighteen.

The motion sensors in the droids registered the vehicle slowing to a stop some time before the courier opened the loading doors again. "Okay, this is where I'm supposed to deliver.you. If you'll come this way please." Again the courier showed no sign of mirth or enjoyment in her work. Eighteen rather pitied her, forced to perform a duty she didn't want to. Eighteen rather loved her job. She was not certain how much of that was her own volition and how much was her original programming. Neither did she care.

The droids followed the courier into a marketplace that, even in the morning, was bustling with shoppers. Yellvin was always like this, Eighteen knew. She had reviewed an abundance of public service newsletters, corporate advertisements, community papers, and government reports on the planet and its environments, condensing and annotating the information for Master Syan. They all pointed to the Yellvin District being a madhouse of business.

The courier led them to a customer service counter. "I need you to sign for these two droids."

The young man blinked. He looked hardly out of secondary school. "You need me to do what?"

"Sign for the droids," the courier repeated with equal lack of emphasis, handing the data pad and stylus to the young man to sign. "Thanks." The courier retrieved the stylus and pad, tipped her tight hat to the young man and returned to her repulsorlift truck, joining the traffic flow for another delivery. The customer service agent stared after, still not quite understanding.

"Excuse me," Eighteen repeated for the second time, trying to get his attention. "We're on business for our master." Reese tootled. "Yes, quite right Reese. We're here to shop."

"Uh.okay."

The boy stood, nodding and entering their order into the market's datanet, confirming shipments with the dealers. Eighteen ordered foodstuffs, fresh linens for the master's bedroom aboard Aesir, and additional supplies. When the time came to pay for it all, the young man looked expectantly at them both.

"Oh, right, we have to arrange for payment now. Reese, the credit chips please."

Reese did nothing. Instead he warbled at her.

"I will not play kissy-vocoder with you, now open up and hand me those chips you mechanical deviant!" Another bang on the astromech's dome punctuated her displeasure with him. Breeping dejectedly, Reese opened up a top port in his dome and ejected the chips into Eighteen's waiting hand.

Eighteen paid the young man, and he thanked them for their service.

The two droids left the marketplace and headed for the street, looking around. "Reese, I believe it will be difficult for us to get a taxi back to the hangar." She listened to the astromech's answering beep. "Yes, I agree. Very difficult indeed."

---

"Necessary Documentation"
By: Zion "The Worm" Xandler - Systems Operator
Jadda the Hutt - Hutt Crimelord
and Vorgoth - Assassin / Sith

Location: New Plouton
Date: Niothe 14, 4 ABY

***

He did not understand what a Hutt Crimelord would want with a Systems Operator but the fact was it did not matter much to Zion, as long as he received his fees. Supposedly he was to be met by a man sent by Jadda himself. He did not know who this man was but he was told the messenger would know him.

He sat in a booth in a café as he waited. Dressed in a pair of purple velvet pants with an orange shirt and his sunglasses, and wearing his hair in a series of blue and white stripes, he waited as he sipped his coffee.

Vorgoth entered the cafe. He paid little attention to the people who looked at him as he entered, his hood covering most of his face and the cloak covering his body. He saw Zion in the corner booth and headed his way, sitting down as he got there, not bothering to ask if he could.

Zion was about to complain to the hooded character but he soon realized that the man in the hood was Jadda's messenger. "Man, you couldn't pass unnoticed anywhere! Well, maybe in Thanatos, but who wants to go there anyway?!"

Vorgoth growled and looked at Zion. "Jadda wants to see you now. Follow," he said simply and coldly.

"Shit man!" Zion exclaimed as he saw Vorgoth's tattooed face. "I can understand tattoos but that's ridiculous! None of my business though... C'mon, lead the way..." he said as he got up after the Zabrak.

Vorgoth made his way and took Zion to Jadda's Palace. Inside the main chamber was Jadda, sitting fat with his guards standing at their places. Vorgoth took his place next to his master while Zion stood facing Jadda in the center of the room.

"So, what's the big deal? Why did you want to see me?" Zion asked.

"Bontchaa meesa bakanoos tchunga boos noor billapa isa darpoo Podrace..." Jadda said simply. Beside him the protocol droid translated. "I want you to get me a permit to build a Podrace circuit."

"Podrace?! Why don't you get one of those yourself?" Zion said, surprised. "But sure, I can get one... It'll cost ya, though! But I guarantee a job well done."

"Bintcha boos dingoo bocanoor New Empire... Bissa doo bolla poo dinga tchoo credits," Jadda said, laughing at the end. "The New Empire would take too long... And I will pay you your credit fees for it."

"Enough to keep me quiet! I'll have it done today and you will get it later this evening. One permit for a Podrace circuit here on Chimaeria! Quarter of a mil' credits!" Zion offered.

Jadda laughed. "200 000 credits..." he counter-offered.

"Very well... Consider it a first time discount," Zion agreed, as he knew better than to piss off a Hutt. And the price was still very good. Truth was he was quite willing to do it for a lot less so the payment was still quite good.

Zion left and went home to get the job done. He sat at his terminal and linked it to his self-built mother processing unit that gave him the capability to access just about any remote system, namely Imperial ones. In no time he hacked his way through to the main terminal and into the local database computer for building permits.

"Here we go!" Zion grinned as he passed the security systems with code breakers and bypassing programs. He created a permit with a couple of days existence and inserted it amidst all the other files and deleted his access records and inserted a user created one in the same date so as to make everything as real as if it were true. Making sure all the traces were deleted he exited and printed the permit he had created and sent it to Jadda in express mail.

Zion leaned back. "Another satisfied customer..." He grinned to himself. Soon the money should be on his account...

---

"Recovery"
by Padrick Norvin [NPC]
and Weibran the Hutt

Location: New Plouton, Tae'Karada
Date: Niothe 14, 4ABY

***

"Aww, come on," said the large man sprawling across the couch, a bucket of chippin resting on his chest. "He'll pull through."

Padrick looked up and frowned. "Do you really have to eat that stuff right here? It smells awful, and I'm really not in any mood--"

"I really don't care about your moods!" the thug shouted as he surged upward, spilling chipping across his chest and then onto the floor. He sank back to the couch, and then tried getting up again. He finally managed to get himself upright on the fourth try, and turned on Padrick. "We have to have faith that the boss will pull through this!"

Padrick edged farther away, holding his hands up protectively as he did. "Okay, okay," he said. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean any disrespect."

"Yeah. Just don't let it happen again. Or...or you know what happens to those who disrespect the boss."

A mewling growl set Padrick's teeth on edge just a moment before the canine-like creature latched onto his booted ankle.

"Rancor!"

The beast only seemed to become more infuriated by the complete lack of screaming and death throes, and began to violently yank and tear at Padrick's boot.

"Rancor!" he called again, but the mutt wasn't listening.

It let go for only a brief moment before it once again latched on. Padrick watched helplessly while Rancor gnawed at his ankle and the thug with chippin stains all down his front hooted with laughter. He finally stood up and started across the room, ignoring both thug and latching Rancor.

"Just don't kick him," the thug said, indicating the canine clinging to Padrick's leg. "The boss would be very upset."

"I won't," Padrick said. "I need some kaffe. You want anything?"

The thug shook his head. "Nope," he said. "I've got my chippin here."

Pad shuddered and continued down the hall. How had he gotten involved in this organization?

***

It was two hours later when the doctor approached them. A gurgling bark sounded from down around Pad's ankle, and he looked to see Rancor crouched low, ready to pounce at his leg again.

"He is awake now," the doctor was saying, "but he is under orders to take things slowly. We don't want him aggravating his injury."

Padrick nodded. "So we can see him?" Rancor leapt at his leg, but Padrick shifted out of the small beast's way before it could latch on again. With a yelp, he bounded off the chair, and then sat for a few moments, dazed.

"You may see him."

Padrick nodded to the thug, who had a chippin bone stuck in his mouth, and he was chewing on it in his sleep. With a shake of his head, Pad motioned for the doctor to lead him to the boss.

Before Pad could get ten paces, he heard a laughably fierce yelp, and then felt something clamping onto his boot down around his ankle. He groaned inwardly, but held himself to the axiom: if you ignore it, it will go away.

The doctor led him down a long hallway, and then into an ornately finished room. The bed was huge, extremely so. However, so was the body reclining in the center of the overstuffed mattress. He wore a pair of linen pajamas with reisacats and teddy bears on them. A bib had been tied under his chin, and he was eating from a large bowl.

Weibran the Hutt had to be the luckiest man alive, Padrick thought to himself. There's no other explanation.

"Padrick! How are you, Padrick-my-boy?" Weibran set his bowl aside, but before he could release it from his grip, he'd pulled it back and was shovelling in another large mouthful of its contents.

"I'm doing good, sir," Padrick said. "It is good to see you well, sir."

"Well? You call this well? I lost nearly a hundred pounds!"

Padrick swallowed hard. "Yes, sir," he said. "However, under the circumstances...that's not all that bad considering."

"Considering what?"

Padrick glanced to the doctor for help, but there was none forthcoming. "Someone tried to blow you up, sir," he said. "You almost died! You almost got turned into a roast chippin!"

Weibran took on a sudden dreamy look, and then smiled. "Roast chippin. Doc, order some up for me."

"Yes, sir," the doctor said, and then exited the room.

"So, how are you feeling, sir?"

Weibran regarded Padrick for a moment, then smiled. "A little lighter than normal, but I'm doing fine."

"That's good to hear, sir," Pad said. "We were worried about you."

"Worried about me? What about that chippin that got all burned up in that damn explosion!?"

Padrick sighed. "If it weren't for that chippin, that explosion would have killed you. If you hadn't fallen under that table..."

"But that bastard...all that...tragedy, Padrick! It's tragedy! I want you to find the bastard that did that! I want you to find him, and kill him!"

"Yes, sir," Padrick said. "I'll start immediately, sir."

"Where's Rancor?"

Padrick lifted his leg up to rest a foot on the bed. "Here, sir."

"Rankie!!"

The small beast yipped, and bounded up toward the head of the bed and into Weibran's arms. Pad sighed, and then turned to go. He stopped at the door and looked back at Weibran. How had he gotten involved in all this again?

---

"Roving Spirits, Part 1"
By: Dani
Jae Dyn Brael
Laedra Vorrel
Nieme Yaresh-Selrid
Liam Zaneth
Yelara Zaneth
Leshie Zaneth [NPC]

Location: Jedi Temple
Date: Niothe 14, 4 ABY

***

Dani stood outside the door willing her nerves to settle. She took in a deep breath and let it out, and followed it with three more. During her recovery, she'd managed to convince Laedra Vorrel to teach her a few meditation techniques. They'd helped for the most part, and now with breathing she'd managed to rid herself of the anxieties Nieme's heightened emotional state caused. Nieme lay on the other side of the door, restrained to protect her from injury.

Finally finding the courage and resolve to do so, Dani pushed open the door and stepped inside. The sight of Nieme, bound to the large bed, was almost too much for Dani to take; the wave of emotions emanating from her friend and lover, however, was.

"Nieme," she whispered softly as she approached the bed. "It's Dani, Nieme. I just wanted to come in and spend some time with you." She moved to the side of the bed and felt a sob choke itself in her throat. "We're gonna help you get all better, Nieme. You'll shine again, my beautiful star."

Nieme whimpered and turned her head away from the voice that broke the soothing calm produced by the thundering falls. Why did people keep intruding upon her sanctuary, pushing Kael further into the darkness? He'd never come out now. "Go away," she murmured lethargically.

"Nieme," Dani whispered. "It's me. It's Dani. I just wanted to be with you. I just want to make sure you're getting better."

"I'm hungry," she whispered. "So hungry... I need some beebleberries. They always help when I'm hungry."

"There aren't any beebleberries here," Dani said and took another step closer. She put a hand to Nieme's forehead and frowned. "We'll get you something good though. We'll make everything alright."

At the touch, Nieme writhed gently on the bed and moaned softly. "It hurts. It hurts so much." She opened her eyes and stared up at Dani longingly. "Make it go away," she pleaded. "The ache...make it go away."

Dani leaned close and pressed her lips to Nieme's. "I want to make it go away," she whispered. "I want to make you feel wonderful and happy again. I want to dance with you, and hold you in my arms. I want it to be like it was."

"No!" Nieme growled. She pulled at the restraints on her arms in an attempt to lunge towards Dani. "I don't want that! I want you to make the ache stop. I want you down there to make it go away!"

Dani couldn't help backing away from Nieme anymore than she could help the sudden release of pheromones into the air. "The ache will go away once the drugs Ferrig used on you are out of your system," Dani said. "I know you won't understand me, or believe me, but it's the truth. You'll be fine again once your system is clean. But...but it will hurt until then."

The pheromones had the unintentional effect of arousing Nieme even more so. Her moans grew louder and deeper, and her body squirmed uncomfortably on the bed. She tugged more forcefully on the restraints to free her hands so she could attend to the ache between her legs, but her frustration only mounted the longer she struggled vainly. "Help me... Oh gods, help me. It's gonna kill me if you don't touch me and help me. Oh gods! Oh...please..."

"Oh goddess," Dani muttered. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Nieme." She quickly thrust her hand between Nieme's legs, hoping to assuage the sensations she'd caused there. "Oh, please baby, I'm so sorry. I'll make it better. I'll make it all better."

Nieme emitted an abrupt, guttural moan and thrust her hips towards Dani's hand. Her head thrashed against the pillow and her body contorted and writhed on the bed. "Oh... Oh thank you..."

"Anything for you, my beautiful star," Dani said. "I'll do anything and everything for you, to make you feel better." Well, not anything, but close, she told herself. She'd help relieve the pain. "I'll make you better, Nieme."

Nieme's back arched off the bed with a jolt and she let out a sustained cry. "Oh gods!"

"Nieme?!" Yelara burst through the door and stumbled into the room. She'd heard the cries from the corridor and thought Nieme was having another episode, but she soon realized it was something else entirely. She stopped cold and looked between the bed and the door, trying to decide which way to go. "Oh...uh...I..."

"Oh goddess," Dani said, but kept her hand where it was. "She was miserable, and I only made it worse. My pheromones. She was upset and I tried to calm her. It...it just made it worse though. Oh goddess, I'm so sorry..."

"Dani...it's okay." Yelara approached the bed slowly, watching Nieme stirring in ecstasy and moaning almost piteously. "Dani...you have to stop that. It isn't good for her, not in her condition. If she's in pain, you should call either Laedra or Jae Dyn to take care of it, but not this."

Dani nodded. "I know," she said. "It's just that...that I used my pheromones, and now she's aroused because of me. I made her that way, and I was just...relieving her of...what I caused."

"From what I hear, she's that way even without your pheromones, Dani." Yelara placed her hand on the girl's shoulder. "I know you care about her and seeing her in pain is torture, but she has to suffer before she can get better. She has to want to get well badly enough, Dani."

Dani sighed. "Right now, all she wants is for the pain to go away. And, it is torture." She sighed again, and buried her face in Yelara's shoulder. "I just want everything to be better again."

Yelara sighed and pulled Dani into her arms. She was reluctant to volunteer for the role of Temple matriarch, but it appeared to have been forced upon her nonetheless. "Everything will be better, Dani. We have to give it time. She'll be better, but we have to be strong for her." She kissed the top of Dani's head and rubbed her back soothingly. "You'll be strong for her, won't you, Dani?"

Dani nodded. "I'll be strong," she whispered. "It's just hard, especially since I can feel her pain. I'll be strong though. Kael's helping me be strong too. He's being a very good friend now. We walked down to the waterfall and back earlier...and it was very nice."

"See? If Kael can get all better, Nieme can too."

A tortured, grating cry from the bed startled Yelara. She slipped away from Dani and sat upon the edge of the mattress. Gently stroking Nieme's hair and murmuring comforting words into her ear, Yelara attempted to calm the frantic girl.

"No... No! Get away from me!"

"Nieme, it's alright. And no matter how much you tell us to get lost, we're not gonna. So frankly, tough luck," Yelara replied, less than gently.

Nieme cried out again and beat the back of her head against her pillow. "I don't want you here! Kael doesn't want you here! Just go!"

Yelara sighed and rose. "Dani, you stay here with her. I'm going to go call Liam so he can calm her." She moved to Dani's side and gave her a reassuring smile before hurrying from the room.

"Nieme," Dani said softly. "It's me. I'm...I want you to be happy again." Not sure what else to do, she started singing a song Nieme had liked before. She knew Nieme wouldn't understand it because it was in Zeltron, but it was still very pretty.

Nieme groaned miserably and continued struggling, but the song soon worked its magic and her will to fight seemed to diminish. She moaned quietly and all tension in her features disappeared as the song went on. "So pretty," she murmured softly. Nieme sighed as she settled her head upon the pillow and listened to the sonorous melody out-compete even the crashing waves of the waterfall. "Oh, so beautiful... Don't stop."

Dani moved closer to Nieme, still singing as she did. She closed her eyes and poured her heart into the song for Nieme. Anything for Nieme. She reached out and gently brushed her hand over Nieme's. Her heart delighted to see the calm falling over Nieme, and she surged with hope. It was truly a good sign.

"She just started freaking out. I don't--" Yelara stopped in the doorway and held Liam back. She smiled at the sight before her, then carefully and quietly backed out of the room with Liam. "Singing," she whispered. "I bet you never thought of that, Mr. Jedi Master."

Liam watched Nieme and Dani for a moment, then laughed softly. "No," he said. "No, I never did think of that. It's truly amazing. Did you see how content she looked? That's...that's pretty amazing."

Yelara grinned and pushed Liam fully into the hall before closing the door behind them. "Let's walk, Liam. We have some things about Nieme to discuss, like how we can't keep her here to suffer like that."

Liam slipped an arm through Yelara's and sighed. "I don't know what we can do for her," he said. "Do you think it would be better to take her to one of the treatment centers in the city?"

"Well, we're not having much success here, Liam. I don't think, however, Dani and Kael would so readily agree to that."

"But if we can get them to see that it's the best thing for Nieme," Liam said. "They have to realize we're not getting very far here. And, they've heard her screaming at night. We have to do something to help her, and we're not doing it here." He sighed again, and slipped his arm around her waist. "I hate feeling this helpless."

"You're not the only one, Liam. We're all out of our league here." Yelara nestled her cheek against his shoulder and slung her arm across his stomach. "What happened to that Force thingy you mentioned to me? Is that no longer a workable idea?"

"Force thingy? You mean...that Kallia was going to do?"

Yelara laughed. "Yes! It's not nice to make fun of your wife, Liam."

Liam laughed, and pulled Yelara into a tight embrace. "I wasn't making fun," he said. "It's just that there are so many Force thingies, I wanted to make sure we were talking about the same one." He sighed, the thought of Kallia entering Nieme's mind to try to bring her out of her current state sobering him. "We should talk to her and find out if she's ready for that."

"Is it very dangerous, Liam?" She looked up at him and her brow knitted with concern. "If it is...I know it isn't my choice, but we shouldn't encourage her to do it."

"I'm not entirely sure," Liam said. "It's very possible it could be, or it's very easy. I have little experience with the technique, but I'm fairly certain Kallia would have more knowledge of the risks. We'll give her the choice, and I'll make sure you get to lock her in a room and convince her to not do it if it's too dangerous." He smiled, and kissed her. "Though, I have a feeling she'll make it seem like it's nothing."

"But I'll know better," Yelara said stubbornly. "And I'll do everything I can to stop her." She nodded with self-satisfaction, then sighed as she glanced up at Liam. She'd been meaning to broach the subject the first day Kael began coming to her for comfort, but uncertainty and fear had dissuaded her. "You don't mind, do you? That I'm spending time with Kael, that is."

Liam shook his head. "If it helps him get through this time, no. And, I know nothing's going to happen that shouldn't, so I'm alright."

"Okay...because nothing has happened or is going to happen. I mean...I may hug him and...kiss him sometimes, but that's all, Liam. I swear."

Liam pulled Yelara into his arms and kissed her gently. "I trust you," he said. "What do you say you and I go visit our son? I think Leshie misses seeing us together."

"I think," Yelara said with a grin, "you've got yourself a date, Liam Zaneth."

Liam smiled. "I like the sound of that," he said. "Me, you, our little Jedi, and all the love we can make. Dani's doing fine with Nieme right now, so I think we deserve a little time to ourselves."

"Oh, so that's what you had in mind." Yelara grinned and slipped from Liam's grasp. She began backing away from him coyly while waggling her finger at him. "Using our son as an excuse to get me into bed. You're a wicked man, Mr. Zaneth."

"Well, I was just thinking of being together, holding each other, and showering our son with all our love," Liam said with a grin as he started moving slowly after Yelara. "However, I think I like your idea better."

Yelara almost squealed excitedly and clapped her hands together vigorously. "Me too! It's been a whole eight hours, Liam." She reached out and grabbed Liam's hand. With a giggle, she jerked him forward and began rushing down the corridor with him. "Keep up! And don't fall. If you get hurt, I'll have to be extra gentle and you know how I hate that when I'm excited."

Liam laughed, and rushed after Yelara as she dragged him along. "Don't worry, my love," he said as they dashed around a corner, "I'm really quite resilient, but I think you know that already."

"And surprisingly flexible," she added with a crooked smile.

Liam laughed as they turned another corner, and he could see their room just down at the end of the hall. "I think I want to show you just how flexible I can be."

Upon hearing that, Yelara's brisk jog down the corridor became a sprint. "Oh, I really would like that, my love. Really, really."

Liam's laughter rang through the hallway as they both ran full-tilt toward their bedroom. Yelara was through the door first with Liam directly behind her. As they rushed past the crib where Leshie was gurgling, the baby let out a happy squeal. "No time for that now, Leshie," Liam called.

"Later, son," Yelara said quickly. "It's daddy's turn." She laughed as she tripped up Liam and the moment his back hit the bed, she was on top of him, tugging at his robes. "Oh, Kallia's gonna be sorry she missed this."

"That's what she gets for not following us around," Liam said as he struggled to get his hands in to begin removing Yelara's clothing. "Oh gods, even five minutes away from you is too much." He pressed his lips to hers, savouring the beautiful taste that was his wife and the love of his life.

Leshie gurgled and squealed in the background while Yelara and Liam sighed happily, then moaned with delight as Liam managed to get her top free. "I hope we're not needed," Yelara said. She groaned and clutched at Liam's hair as his lips found her breast. "And if we are...who cares?"

"Who cares," Liam whispered, and then laughed as he wrapped his arms around his wife and suckled happily on her breast. It was moments like this when he doubted himself and his burgeoning relationship with Laedra. He quickly shoved the thoughts away, and urged himself to love his wife like he'd never done before. He slipped a hand down her stomach, and toward her mound, bringing a resounding cry from her lips. Another gurgling laugh from Leshie's crib filled the room, and Liam couldn't help laughing as well. "Can we just lock ourselves in here and never come out?"

"Leshie? What do you think?" Yelara asked. His shrill squeal was as emphatic an answer as she could expect from a baby, so Yelara nodded in agreement and aggressively spread open Liam's robes. "We have a brilliant child, Liam," she commented before pressing her lips to Liam's chest.

"Of course we do," Liam said with a smile. "He also knows he has everything he needs to survive in here. Fresh changes of diapers, and a fully stocked food-supply station, though I do hope he doesn't mind me snacking." He let out a moan as Yelara continued trailing kisses down his chest.

"Oh, he'll have his turn." Yelara slid down the length of Liam's body, and with a grin up at him, she pulled open his pants and added, "After I've had a little snack."

Liam grabbed fistfuls of the sheets and threw back his head as Yelara did just that. He let out a cry to match Leshie's. And, that was only the beginning.

***

Kallia took in a deep breath through her mouth and let it out. She could feel the effects of returning to full wakefulness after meditation, and forced her body to respond again. The tingling in her legs told her she'd need to move soon, or she'd be feeling the pins and needles.

She opened her eyes and smiled at Laedra. "That was very effective," she said. "I can't remember the last time I've had such a full meditation."

"With all that's happened recently, I figured we both could use something to relax us and refocus our minds." Laedra exhaled deeply as she rose from the ground and stretched her arms towards the ceiling of the meditation room. It was a much smaller, more intimate location than the large training area, and the view of the forest provided a tranquil setting perfect for centring one's thoughts. "Have you thought more about Liam's request, Jae Dyn?"

Kallia nodded her head. "I have," she said. "I spent part of the night in with Nieme last night, and...it's very difficult to endure. She's in so much pain, and the withdrawal is taking its toll." She sighed and shook some feeling back into her legs as she stood up. "And, I think her pain is causing Dani pain as well. You can see it around her eyes."

"They're friends. It is understandable that Nieme's suffering causes her own," Laedra replied. She strolled towards the large window overlooking the forest and paused before it. "Kael is in pain as well, but he is coping with it surprisingly well. I believe the rigorous training we have engaged him in is partially responsible for that."

Kallia nodded again and moved to stand next to Laedra. "It definitely helps keep his mind off the problems," she said. "Though, I think Dani is in a difficult position with Nieme because she's also empathic. In addition to the normal pain of seeing a close friend suffering, she is also feeling what Nieme feels...to an extent."

"We can teach her to control that. It will help her now and for the future. But, I'm afraid I agree with Liam, Jae Dyn. If we cannot help Nieme through her withdrawal, we must send her to a rehabilitation facility outside of the

Temple." Laedra shook her head slightly and sighed. "I would rather not do that, Jae Dyn. That's why I must know if you are willing to perform the journey into her mind. It can only be you."

Kallia was silent for several long moments before she finally nodded her assent. "I will do what I can to help Nieme," she said. "I can't go on watching her suffer like this, and I don't want to send her away to someone else. I'll do it."

"Are you prepared, though, Jae Dyn?" She turned from the window and faced Kallia. "I have some experience with this specific technique, but trying it on a mind as unstable as Nieme's makes the process even more dangerous."

Kallia took a deep breath. "I know the technique, and can perform it. There's only one way to tell what will happen when I come in contact with Nieme's mind. I am willing to take the risk to bring her out of this. I'm the only one that knows the procedure, and I know I can do it."

"Correction, Jae Dyn: the only other one. I would volunteer to do it, but she would feel more comfortable with you, which might reduce the risk to you both. I believe if you increase the frequency of your meditation sessions, it would help you when it comes time to perform the procedure."

"Which should probably be soon," Kallia said. "I don't want to leave her in this state for much longer. I'm going to need to do this within the next couple days."

Laedra nodded her head pensively, then moved silently to the centre of the room and settled to the ground. "That means you'll be spending your days in here deeply meditating. I can keep you company, Jae Dyn Brael...if you'll have me."

Jae Dyn moved to stand in front of Laedra, and then smoothly sat cross-legged in front of her. "Of course I will," she said. "I know we got off to a bad start, but I think things are much better now. As a matter of fact, I think I'm very close to being able to consider you my friend."

"Well...I'm honoured, then," Laedra replied. "It's important that our relationship is amicable, for the students' sake. I mean, it just wouldn't do for their teachers to be in contention. That could become very disruptive for them."

"I agree with that," Jae Dyn said. "Though, I would prefer to be your friend for friendship's sake; and then the peace we maintain is just an added benefit for our students. However, we will see what the future holds."

Laedra nodded her head slowly in agreement as she closed her eyes. She was attempting to meditate, but as before, her mind centred on only one thing. "Jae Dyn Brael? Liam Zaneth...is he in love with you?"

Jae Dyn opened the eyes she'd just shut and cocked her head to the side. After a moment, she smiled. "He loves me as one would love a close friend. If you're asking me if we are intimate...we have been. Not so much recently though. He and I have only ever been together when we're with Yelara. If she wasn't there, I don't think he and I would be as close."

"I see," Laedra said quietly. "And...has he had many lovers? I mean, was there many before you and Yelara?"

Jae Dyn shook her head. "The only other one was the mist-- was the time with his former student. Yelara was the first woman he'd ever been with." She watched Laedra for a moment and then smiled as a thought formed. "So, no, he hasn't had many lovers."

Laedra cleared her throat and shifted gently where she sat. "That's interesting... He's a very handsome and likable man. Somehow, that just seems...hard to believe."

Jae Dyn nodded. "True, though I imagine when he was caught in the dark side, he wasn't interested in relationships. And, then I think Yelara caught his attention as soon as he stopped to take a breath after escaping the darkness."

"So...you would say she is his one, true love then? And no one could ever come between them?" Laedra clenched her eyes tightly and impulsively chewed on her lower lip. "It's a strong love, they have. And you believe it's done Liam a lot of good?"

Jae Dyn's expression softened, and she smiled. "You love him." It wasn't a question. "I can't speak for Liam, so you'd have to pursue that on your own. However, I would say that their love is strong, but fragile. If that makes sense. They love each other very much, but slight things put strain on their relationship. I think if Yelara found out, she'd want to scratch your eyes out..." She sighed and reached out and placed her hand on Laedra's. "Do you truly love him?"

Laedra flinched at the sudden, unexpected physical contact, but she recovered quickly and opened her eyes to look at Jae Dyn earnestly. "I try not to," she said softly. "I know it's wrong and I know it will only cause pain and turmoil, but I can't suppress this, Jae Dyn. I've already done it once before, and to do it again..." Laedra turned away and gazed out sorrowfully through the window. "It would only destroy me."

"I understand," Jae Dyn said. "I feel like, in a way, I'm betraying Yelara, but I guess I'm in a unique situation since my girlfriend is married. If Liam feels for you as you do him, I know I could never ask him to choose just as I couldn't ask Yelara to choose. I'll assist you however I can if Liam returns your feelings."

Laedra quickly faced Jae Dyn again and was momentarily stricken by her offer. "I... No, Jae Dyn. I cannot ask you to betray Yelara like that. In fact, I should never have had this conversation with you to begin with. Liam will despise me if he discovers I admitted this to you." She shook her head emphatically and pushed herself abruptly to her feet. "Jae Dyn, I am certain what I feel for Liam is unreciprocated by him. He has treated me as nothing more than a friend, and I cannot ask you to convince him to let it blossom into more."

"I understand," Jae Dyn said. "I will say nothing more about it then. But, if you do need someone to talk to, I'm here."

"No," Laedra said curtly. "I don't need your help. I have been alone for a good long while, Jae Dyn, and in that time I've learned that I need no one." She briskly headed for the door, her robes flaring out behind her. "Good day, Jae Dyn." Desperately seeking escape from that suddenly oppressive room, Laedra swung open the door and fled.

Before Laedra could get out the door, Jae Dyn was following her. Nearly running, she managed to catch up with Laedra before she could get too far away. "Laedra," she rasped, her voice kept low to not rouse anyone else's attention. "You were just telling me to do nothing was going to destroy you, and now this? I want to be a friend, and I want to help you through this. You're running away."

"Yes!" she hissed. "I have to. It will hurt less if I'm the one to end it."

"Very well," Jae Dyn said, a hint of sadness playing around her eyes. "I will meditate with you on this if you would like. To help you find the strength to go through with this. Or, I will back off and leave you to handle it on your own. Whatever happens, I only wish to see you at peace with the Force again."

"I wish it too," Laedra said almost ruefully. "But I have not found it since I arrived here." Her steps slowed until she was finally at a halt and pressing her hand to the wall for support. "How do you do it?" she asked quietly. "How do you allow yourself to love another without fearing it will tear you apart? Is that even possible?"

"I surrendered myself to my love for Yelara. It was a risk, but I loved her too much to not take it. I don't know what I would have done if she hadn't returned my love, or if she hadn't taken me back. You just have to decide to do it, and then do so. I can't think of saying it any other way. Does that even make any sense?"

"Some," Laedra replied. "So...are you telling me to take a chance, Jae Dyn Brael? Even if, in the end, it will end up hurting Yelara?"

Jae Dyn took in a deep breath and let it out. "If you love Liam, and Liam loves you... It's not an easy situation, and I don't believe in stifling love. I know it could hurt Yelara, but I will do everything I can to help her through this, and to help her not hate the two of you."

Laedra leaned fully against the wall, her hand no longer doing the job of supporting her. "I still don't know," she said with a heavy sigh. "I will need to consider this further. I'm supposed to be a Jedi Knight, supposed to follow the rules of our Order, yet twice I've allowed myself to fall in love. Why can't I stop this?"

"Because you're in love," Jae Dyn said. "Once you allow yourself to feel so deeply for a person, it's hard -- even with our training -- to just shut that off. And, working with him every day is not going to make it easier."

"It isn't...especially when he keeps insisting upon doing lightsaber training topless." Laedra turned to Jae Dyn and laughed lightly. "I am glad I had you to talk about this with, Jae Dyn. I see now there are advantages to having you as a friend."

"I am glad to be a friend," Jae Dyn said. "It's a complicated situation, but you do need a friend here. Well, in addition to Aurra. If Kal'Aran isn't careful, she's going to be requesting to change masters."

"She's a wonderful girl," Laedra said fondly. "I enjoy spending time with her. I only wish my other relationships were as simple and uncomplicated."

Jae Dyn laughed. "Well, hopefully from now on yours and my friendship can also be uncomplicated," she said. "I do regret my behaviour when we first met, and hope that I have grown past that in the days since our initial troubles."

"Oh, you have, Jae Dyn. I realize as well that I had misjudged you that first day. You're a good woman, and Yelara and Liam are lucky to have you." Laedra straightened up and ran her hands along her robes. She was attempting to regain some of her poise, but with the internal battle for her emotions, she was feeling ravaged and weakened. "You should probably continue meditating in preparation for Nieme's treatment."

With a graceful bow to Laedra, Jae Dyn took a step away. "I will continue my meditations. If you need me for anything, I'll be back in the other room. And, if you wish some company while meditating, I'm sure we can assist each other in that area as well."

"Thank you for the offer, Jae Dyn. But for now, I believe I need time for some inner reflection. I do that best alone and...free of these societally imposed constrictions," she said as she gestured to her robes.

Jae Dyn smiled. "I'll have to try that some time," she said. "If it helps. Though, I'll have to make sure I'm alone when I do it. I have a feeling with others around it could prove to be distracting."

"Quite distracting," Laedra replied with a knowing smile. She slipped her hands into the sleeves of her robes, then bowed to Jae Dyn. "Thank you for your help, Jae Dyn. I believe it has helped alleviate some stress."

"You are welcome, Master Laedra," Jae Dyn said with another bow. "It pleases me that I have been able to help you in some way. Now, I will leave you to your meditations, and return to mine." She started backing down the corridor, a gentle smile playing across her lips. The situation was bad, but she was finding a friend in Laedra Vorrel. "May the Force be with you."

"And you, Jae Dyn Brael." Laedra rather anxiously turned and started away from Jae Dyn.

Liam would chastise her if he discovered what she'd admitted to Jae Dyn. It would risk his marriage and his right to be a father to his child. She had to warn him...but she knew she couldn't bring herself to do it. The disappointment and resentment she predicted she'd see in his eyes and on his face dissuaded her from doing so. She would not tell him and she trusted in Jae Dyn's sense of honour and loyalty to keep news of it from reaching Yelara. It was foolish of her, but she hoped Jae Dyn's friendship with her was in some way important to her. Otherwise, there would soon be dissension within their tranquil sanctuary of the Temple.

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"Roving Spirits, Part 2"
By: Jae Dyn Brael
Koran Darr
Liam Zaneth
Yelara Zaneth
Leshie Zaneth [NPC]
Yara Brael [NPC]

Location: Jedi Temple
Date: Niothe 14, 4 ABY

***

It was like seeing a ghost. Jae Dyn stood at the doorway of the training room, unable to move as she watched the lone figure inside. All the memories, all the pain came rushing back with the vision of the past standing before her.

The man in the center of the room turned to regard her. He had a more rugged look, especially with the sparse beard. But the eyes were the same, and the mouth.

But she'd seen him die. She'd felt her heart torn out of her chest with the anguish of watching him perish. But, now he stood there. It was too much.

"Coran," Jae Dyn said softly, and the man smiled slightly. It was the same smile, but different.

"I am Koran Darr," the man said and took a step closer.

"It can't be...I saw...it's not possible."

The man cocked his head to the side, curious at her reaction.

"I saw you die," she said. "On...it was...we..."

"I believe you have me mistaken for someone else," he said. He quickly went on to explain how he had come to be alive in the current year. As he spoke, he led Jae Dyn over to the windows overlooking the forest, and she sat on the seat built into the frame. He sat next to her.

"The man I knew, Coran, he looked exactly like you," she said. "He was sensitive to the Force and we were staying together. Strength in numbers we thought." She went on to explain that they had become close, and that Coran had been cut down by a mob. "He was a very good man."

Koran searched within himself, his thoughts drifting until finally he came upon the answer. "That was my nephew by my younger sister."

Jae Dyn nodded slowly. "When I saw you there," she said. "It was like walking straight into my past."

"You were coming here to meditate," Koran said.

Jae Dyn nodded once again. "I can go to one of the other rooms."

"That won't be necessary," he said. "I will go into the larger training room. It is more adequate for my needs. I shall see you later, Jae Dyn Brael."

Jae Dyn looked up and Koran smiled. She hadn't told him her name. The answer was that he'd already been told about her, or he was clearly showing the reason why he was a Jedi Master. "Thank you."

Once he was gone, Jae Dyn turned inward on herself and fell into a deep meditation. She would find the strength within herself to cure Nieme, of that she was certain.

***

Liam sighed happily as he lay back on the bed. The exhaustion he felt was beautiful. He heard a gurgle from across the room. "Yes, Leshie," he said. "We're finished making the noises now. And...I imagine you might be able to have a snack...soon."

"Not just yet," Yelara murmured. "Mommy's comfortable." She kissed Liam's damp chest listlessly before settling her head upon it. "That was nice... And your flexibility was truly astonishing, my love."

"Thank you," Liam said with a happy sigh. "If I hadn't become a Jedi, I think I would have joined one of those contortionist's circuses."

Yelara laughed wearily as she lightly stroked Liam's arm. "If that had been the case, we would never have met." She glanced up at Liam and smiled curiously. "What do you think your life would be like if we hadn't met? I know I'd still be on that station enduring Dargus' torment."

The name was like a stab through the heart, and he knew he didn't hide his reaction well. He turned away to face away from Yelara, unable to control his sudden anxiety. "There's something I should have told you, something I've been putting off. I didn't know how you would take it, and I can't keep holding it in any longer." He took in a deep breath, and let it out. "Kandran survived."

The drowsy intoxication leftover from their lovemaking dissipated instantly and Yelara was left with the clear, far too harsh reality of what Liam had just said. The calm and security she had attained in that time since Dargus' supposed death was engulfed by a sudden panic. Yelara shot up in bed and gripped Liam's arms, shaking him frantically as she cried out. "Liam! No... No! No, Liam! Please, no! Please don't say that. Please don't tell me this!"

Liam felt torn in two. He didn't know what to say, or how to say it. "I wish I could," he said. "But we're safe here. Dargus can't touch us here. I'm sorry, Yelara. I'm so sorry."

Yelara's spasming body stilled and she gazed at Liam with soft, ragged breaths and the glow in her violet eyes dimming in her disillusionment. A single, anguished choking sound rose from her throat as she collapsed upon Liam and wailed. Her tears added to the moisture on Liam's chest and her fisted hands ineffectually beat upon the bed. "Oh, Liam... We're dead... We're dead."

"We'll get through this together," Liam whispered softly into her ear. "We're strong, and we're much stronger than he is. We'll beat him for good this time. We'll make him wish he had died for real the first time. He's the dead one. He's the one who will die."

"But he didn't!" Yelara shrieked. She pushed herself up and stared down at Liam with fury in her eyes. "He lived... He lived and now it will be his life's purpose to find us, and kill us! What if...oh gods..." Yelara turned her head stiffly and trepidly towards Leshie's crib. She groaned and crumpled onto the bed again. Her body heaved and shook violently in response to the realization that her worst fear had suddenly found a way to manifest itself. "If he finds him...he'll kill him. He'll take our baby from us. Liam, no!" She clutched the sheets between her fists and buried her face in them. "He's going to destroy us, starting with our baby."

"He's not going to touch us," Liam said. "He's not getting near our son, and he's not getting near us. You have to trust me, Yelara. Please trust me to keep us safe. I won't let him near us."

"We have to leave," she said, her voice suddenly crisp through the thick tears. She sat up and quickly slipped off the bed. "I'll pack all of Leshie's things and...and we can leave." Yelara rushed to Leshie's changing table and began shoving diapers and bottles into his diaper bag. "We can go to Corellia. I've been meaning to show Grandpa Orinth the baby. That's what we'll do..."

Liam moved quickly after Yelara, and then kissed her neck. "That's a good idea," he said. "I think he'll be very happy to see you and the baby again. You'll be safer there, and Dargus won't find you."

"No." Yelara threw down the bag and turned to Liam. "You have to come. You and Kallia...you both have to come. I won't leave without you, Liam. You have to come with us!"

Liam nodded. "Very well," he said with a smile. "It'll give me a chance to try to find anyone Force sensitive. The three of us will go together, with Leshie. Do you want to go talk to Kallia?"

"You'll come?" Yelara sighed and sank into Liam's arms. "We'll be safe there. He'll never find us and we'll be so happy, Liam. We can...buy a little cottage and me, you, Kallia, and the babies can all live there together. It'll be so wonderful, Liam."

Liam realized immediately that it wasn't a quick vacation to Corellia that they were talking about. She was planning on moving there permanently. He looked into her eyes for a long moment, wanting to say something, and then nodded. "We'll get a cottage, and the three of us will be happy." He made his decision then, and perhaps he could set up a second academy on Corellia. "Let's go talk to Kallia."

"Oh, Liam... Oh gods, you make me so happy." She held him tightly and kissed his cheeks, then lips feverishly. "We'll talk to Kal, but I know she'll come." One last, long kiss, and Yelara hurried towards the bed to retrieve her clothing.

Liam followed Yelara's lead, and quickly threw on his own clothing. He finished dressing first, and then moved over to watch Leshie while Yelara pulled on her pants. He smiled, and then held a hand out to her once she was fully dressed.

"I didn't think I could be this optimistic, knowing that...he was still alive," Yelara said as she slipped her hand into Liam's. "But I know we're gonna be so much happier there."

"Well, except for Orinth who probably won't like having me around," he said with a laugh. "Come on, Kallia's in one of the training rooms."

Yelara made a surprised gasp and rushed away from Liam to Leshie's crib. "Oh, how could we ever forget about you, my precious?" She scooped him up into her arms and kissed his brow before rejoining Liam. "And after we find Kal, we'll have everything we need."

Liam watched his wife and son for a moment, and then smiled. "Let's go find Kal." He started through the door, but before he'd even gone a step the comm system went off. He glanced back and frowned. "It's Oot," he said. "I'll see what she wants, you go find Kallia."

"Make sure she knows you can't stay, Liam," Yelara reminded anxiously. "We have to leave. We have to go. Remember."

Liam nodded, and gave her a kiss. "I'll let her know," he said. "And, then we're off. I'll see you soon, my love."

Yelara paused, staring at Liam silently and motionless as if her body had suddenly gone lifeless, and as quickly as her momentary catatonia began, her body reanimated and she nodded her head. Her eyes held confusion and helplessness, but Liam's reassurances that they would be leaving gave her comfort. She pulled Leshie close and left the room, muttering soothing words to the fussing child.

With a nod, Liam turned to the comm unit that still screamed for his attention. Now, what could Oot want?

***

When Yelara found Kallia, she was sitting cross-legged in the middle of a bright swath of sunshine streaming in from the outside. As she sensed Yelara's entrance, Kallia smiled. The smile withered slightly when she sensed the anxiety emanating from her lover and she slowly opened her eyes. "Hello, my love," she said with a smile as she looked up at Yel.

"Did you know?" Yelara asked quietly. She was looking out of the far window with her mouth taut from strain. "Did you know Kandran was still alive?"

"Nieme had a vision," Kallia said softly. "I didn't want to believe it." She looked down into her lap at her hands and sighed. "Liam also mentioned it to me, but he asked me to say nothing. We knew how it would affect you, and we didn't want to put you through that pain and the fear. And, we were trying to find a way to tell you that...that wouldn't hurt so bad."

"You of all people, Kal," Yelara said in a strained whisper. "You should've told me. You should've known I wanted to be told. Did you think I would be too fragile to withstand such news?"

"What are you feeling right now, Yelara?" Kallia asked. "What were your thoughts and feelings when you found out? And, what are they now as you're talking to me?"

She finally shifted her eyes to look upon Kallia, and as she did, her legs curled slowly beneath and she sank to the ground weeping. "Oh gods...I'm so scared, Kallia. He's going to come for us...for my baby." Yelara nestled her face to Leshie's small chest and emitted muffled sobs. "It's all going to end... I wanted more time, dammit. Just more time to be happy."

Kallia unfolded herself from her meditative position and moved swiftly to Yelara's side. "We'll make our happiness, Yelara," she said. "We'll keep him away. He can't touch us here. The Force will keep him out. We're safe in the Temple. I'll protect you, my love. If he comes within ten kilometers of us, I'll cut him down before he can move a step."

"I know you would," Yelara said thickly. "But you won't have to." She gazed up at Kallia through the bleariness of her tears and swallowed back a whimper. "You're leaving with us. You and Yara...you're coming to Corellia with me, Liam, and Leshie. It'll be safe and...we can live freely there. Please say you'll come, Kal. Please."

Kallia looked up at Yelara for several long minutes, and then she finally nodded. "I will come, but there's one thing I must do first. There's a procedure I must try with Nieme, to bring her out of her current condition. Once I help her, then I can leave."

"Oh, Kallia!" Yelara wanted to wrap her arms around her love, but with Leshie occupying them, she instead leaned forward and kissed her tenderly upon the lips. "I can introduce you to Orinth, my grandfather, and I can show you where I grew up... It's going to be exciting!"

Kallia looked at Yelara with a warm expression, and then gave her a kiss in return. "I'm looking forward to that. I've never been to Corellia before, so it will be wonderful to finally go there." She smiled again, and then laughed. "You have no idea how wonderful it feels when you're happy like this. I guess I should pack my things."

"I can help!" Yelara heaved herself to her feet with Kallia's help and excitedly kissed Leshie, then Kallia. "This is so wonderful. I'm somewhat glad Dargus isn't dead. I hated this place and I wasn't too thrilled about Leshie growing up in here."

Kallia laughed and then planted big kisses on both Leshie and Yelara. "Well, then I guess things are working out for the best. Come on, let's go visit my room and my little girl."

Yelara and Kallia stepped out into the hallway, laughing and smiling cheerfully. They were intercepted by Liam not two steps out of the meditation room. Yelara greeted him with an exuberant squeal and announced that Kallia would be joining them on Corellia. "This works out perfectly, doesn't it, my love?"

Liam nodded. "Yes, that is definitely perfect. Though, we'll have to delay our departure a little. Something has come up and needs the Jedi to step in. Kael, Laedra, and I are going to go. We shouldn't be long at all. And, then, once we get back, we can be off for Corellia."

Yelara's spirits weren't affected by news of the minor delay; she was still masking her fear with a large grin and a sing-song voice. "Well...be careful, my love. We can't have you getting injured and delaying our departure even longer."

"I promise to not get hurt," Liam said, and then gave each of them, Yelara, Kallia, and Leshie, a kiss before rushing down the hall.

Once he was gone, Kallia smiled. "He'll be fine," she said. "I can feel it. And, let's go get my things packed and visit with Yara. I imagine little Leshie's missed his girlfriend."

"And I've missed mine," Yelara added with a sly grin. "Perhaps while we wait for Liam, you and I can celebrate our upcoming relocation. I'm sure the babies won't mind the noise."

Kallia let out a boisterous laugh. "Oh I love it when you think naughty thoughts," she said. "And, I think the babies don't mind our noises at all. The way they start laughing, I think they kind of like them. You never know, we might actually be saying something in Baby."

"Perhaps something along the lines of 'I love you' or maybe our consent for them to marry. I imagine the moment they can walk, we'll have to start planning for the wedding."

"Which could be very soon for Yara," Kal said. "She's really got the crawling down now, and she's starting to get the hang of climbing...or at least with the help of a large, solid object." She laughed. "Oh, we're going to have such fun together watching our babies growing up."

"And that's what I want more than anything. That's why we have to go." Yelara's brow furrowed with concern. "If he finds out about Yara, he'll take her away. Doesn't that frighten you?"

"He has to get through me first," Kallia said. "I'm not giving up my daughter to anyone, especially not him. I'm not afraid, but he should be."

"Maybe one day, we can come back and kill him for good. I don't know how he survived the first time... Were the gods favouring him? That's nerf dung!"

"Something was favouring him," Kallia said. "Or he was extremely lucky. But, he's used up all his luck now. His luck has definitely run out."

"And we'll make sure of it," Yelara said fiercely. "But let's not let it shake us up. We're starting a new life, Kal. I know we're running away, but we're not needed here. The Temple still has Master Kal'Aran, that new fellow Koran Darr, and there's Laedra." She emitted a short laugh and added, "I bet that's one person who won't miss us."

Kallia laughed softly. "I don't know," she said. "I think she's getting used to us, and since we all haven't been fighting with each other lately..."

"Well, only because I know she's not after either of my loves." She playfully cocked an eyebrow at Kallia suspiciously and asked, "She's not, is she? Is that why you've been meditating with her so much lately?"

Kallia grinned, and then laughed. "You have to admit that she is fairly attractive, and then there's the way she meditates." She playfully took a deep breath and let it out. "But, she could never make up for you, my love. No one ever could."

"Flattery always helps to assuage my jealousy," Yelara said with grin. "And making passionate love to me couldn't hurt either."

"Oh, I definitely plan on doing that," Kallia said with a grin. "And, you have nothing to be jealous about, Yelara. Nothing in this universe could ever tear my heart from you. And, I'm going to show you just how true that is as soon as we get into that bedroom."

Yelara giggled, showing no signs of her previous breakdown. Dargus may have been alive, but Yelara felt as joyous as ever...or at least the semblance of joy. Kallia opened the door to her room for Yelara and before she even stepped through, Yara was cooing and gurgling contentedly. She set Leshie in the crib with Yara, and gave both the children a soft kiss. "They don't even know," Yelara said quietly. "They aren't affected by anything, because they're oblivious to everything other than crying when they want feeding, or wondering where mommy is. I guess they're lucky that way."

"They are," Kallia said. "Well, except when they need their diapers changed. And, we're lucky because of them. They're both so sweet and wonderful, Yelara. I know Yara was conceived with Dargus, but I see none of him in her. It's so easy to forget about that, and to just love her." She sighed happily and turned to Yel. "And, it's so easy to forget about everything else out there and to just love you." She slipped her arms around Yel and pulled her close. "It's so easy to lose myself to you."

"You and your sweet words, my love." Yelara laughed and pulled loose the tie on Kallia's robes. "For that, you deserve something extra special. Anything you wish," she said as she pushed the white fabric off Kallia's shoulders.

"Really," Kallia said with a wide grin. "Then, I think I'd like you." She leaned close and kissed from Yel's lips down to her throat. "Yes, I think I'd like you very, very much." She slipped her hands into Yelara's and started backing toward the bed on the other side of the room.

"Well...that's not such a good gift," Yelara said with a frown. She pushed Kallia down upon the bed and knelt down on it, straddling Kallia's legs. "You already have me, my love. It's not such a good gift if you already have it."

"Well," Kallia said with a pensive look, "I think you're going to have to surprise me then. I like surprise gifts, you know. Surprise me, my love."

Yelara glanced sidelong at Kallia with a lopsided smile. It wouldn't be much of a surprise since they'd been intimate many times before, but Yelara ran her hands down Kallia's chest and over her breasts until they stopped at the waist of her pants. "Close your eyes," she whispered. She positioned herself between Kallia's legs and eased down her pants. With a sultry smile, Yelara brushed her hand over Kallia's mound. "Surprise," she said before burying her head between her legs.

"Oh gods," Kallia cried out. "Oh, I really like that surprise."

From across the room, the sounds of burbling giggles mixed in with Yelara and Kallia's cries of passion. If there was a better way for them to wait for Liam to return, Kallia had no idea what it was. But, with packing, and leaving, and Dargus Kandran forgotten for the time being, Kal and Yel just pulled themselves into their own little world where nothing existed except for them and their love for each other.

---

"An Old Friend Found"
By: Kal'Aran - Jedi Master
Quinlan Vos [NPC] - Jedi Master
Koran Darr - Jedi Master
Laedra Vorrel - Jedi Knight
and Aurra Sgall - Jedi Padawan

Location: Jedi Temple
Date: Niothe 14, 4 ABY

***

They had returned to Chimaeria safely. And even with the New Empire installed there at the merciless hand of Grand Admiral Tarkin, Kal'Aran's Corellian ship had managed to make it to the starport in New Plouton where he stored his ship.

While Kal'Aran reassured the deal with the local man on duty about payment for the docking bay, Quinlan Vos got them both a swoop, as Kal'Aran had explained that the Jedi Temple was still somewhat of a distance away.

Setting themselves on the bike, Kal'Aran drove them off into the woods area, and towards the Jedi Temple. Hopefully, soon enough things would turn out better than they seemed right now.

***

The young girl noticed that Laedra had entered the kitchen area. Already had she set the table and was placing food she had prepared on some bowls to serve.

Aurra smiled. "I made us some eggs with vegetables and there's also fresh fruit and juice..." Her words were then interrupted as she heard a swoop nearing and felt a presence. "Master Kal'Aran is back!" she said with a smile, looking to Laedra.

"So soon?" Laedra was in the process of seating herself, but upon hearing the news, she straightened up again. "Well...would you like to go out and meet him, Aurra?"

"Yes I would..." the young girl replied happily as she took Laedra's hand and pushed her along outside to meet her Master.

***

As they reached the Temple and stopped the swoop and got out, Quinlan looked around him, surprised. Indeed the Temple seemed to have a certain thing about it. He could now understand what Kal'Aran had meant when he had said so.

He then felt a presence. "Kal'Aran, I feel a presence that I have not felt since..."

"Yes..." Kal'Aran interrupted. "I feel it too."

By then Aurra was approaching with Laedra. Kal'Aran turned and smiled. When they were nearer he bowed and gestured towards Quinlan who also bowed. "I am very pleased to see you both... This is Master Quinlan Vos of whom I spoke. How are things around here?"

"Oh, wonderful Master!" Aurra said happily. "Master Laedra Vorrel taught me plenty. And I am pleased to meet you Master Vos."

"As am I," Laedra added. "We are very grateful that you are here, Master Vos. I hope Kal'Aran has informed you of our plans."

"Yes, he has," Vos replied. "And I have also heard much about you, young Aurra Sgall. I can foresee greatness in you," he told her as she reminded him of his former Padawan who was also a Twi'lek. Young Aurra smiled and bowed.

"Master Laedra," Kal'Aran said, "has someone else come to join us while I was absent? I can feel a presence, although it is one that would surely be impossible..."

"Yes, I have felt it too..." Quinlan Vos agreed.

Laedra was momentarily puzzled, but it didn't take long for her to remember the new arrival. "That must be Master Koran Darr. He arrived yesterday. It was actually a very odd encounter..." Laedra smiled. "At any rate, he has decided to stay on with us as well."

"Koran Darr?!" Kal'Aran exclaimed. "So he still lives to this day? I thought he had perished long ago..."

Quinlan frowned. "Koran... He was missing prior to the Emperor taking place and considered dead but no proof was ever found. We presumed him deceased..."

"Well... he certainly is not," Laedra replied. "Come. Let us go see if we can find him." With Aurra by her side, still fondly holding her hand, Laedra escorted the two men into the Temple. She was still deliberating whether to warn them beforehand of Koran's appearance. He should have been as old as Kal'Aran and Master Vos - maybe older - yet he was most likely as old as when they last saw him. Smiling, Laedra decided not to spoil the surprise.

Using the Force to seek him out, Laedra finally found him within one of the training rooms, surveying and handling the weapons. She halted Master Kal'Aran and Master Vos before they could catch a glimpse of Koran. "I shall bring him out here for you if you wish."

"That would be most fine..." Kal'Aran smiled gently.

"I would be surprised if Koran Darr did not feel our presence," Quinlan said. "It is of great nature that we find him here and well."

"I am sure he will be glad to see you as well." Laedra bowed to the Masters, then laughed gently and bowed to Aurra. "I'll be right back." She quietly slipped into the training room and soundlessly closed the door behind her. Koran didn't turn around or appear to be aware of her presence. Laedra paused and gazed upon him quizzically, then stepped forward again. "M--"

"Yes, Laedra," Koran Darr said from where he stood in the center of the room. His eyes were closed and his body still, but he was very aware of his surroundings. "You come bringing news, that two old friends have arrived."

Laedra grinned. "I have, but now I wonder if I should have insulted your talents by coming to inform you. I imagine you've known before they even reached the Temple."

"If I had to place a measurement on where I sensed them, I would say it was when they were about ten kilometers out. And, I am glad you came to get me. When I was in the city yesterday, I found a book that may aid us in our research of this location. Perhaps we can look through it later." Finally, he opened his eyes and turned around. He offered Laedra a warm smile, and then walked toward her. It felt good to be wearing Jedi robes again, and to have the familiar weight of a lightsaber at his belt again. "Please, lead the way."

"I did not tell them about you," Laedra said in low tones as they reached the door. "I..." She blushed and looked down. "I believe a little of my formerly mischievous nature returned and I wished to shock Masters Kal'Aran and Quinlan Vos with your unchanged appearance. Forgive me, Master Darr."

Koran laughed. "You are forgiven," he said. "And, I imagine it will be quite interesting to see the range of emotion displayed on the faces of two Jedi Masters when they see me completely unchanged. Try not to laugh too hard, Laedra." He gave her a playful grin and then put a hand on her shoulder. "You definitely have a mischievous nature. Shall we go visit them?"

Laedra nodded and led Koran out towards the two men. She smiled almost nervously at them, then stepped aside to bring Koran to their attention, although he most likely already had it. "Master Kal'Aran, Master Vos, I would like to present, Master Koran Darr."

As soon as Koran stepped out both Kal'Aran and Vos were surprised to say the least. The man was just as either of them would have recalled before his assumed death, as if time had not passed. Nonetheless, it was great to reunite with someone thought long gone.

Kal'Aran took his hands and smiled. "You are just as I remember you. We thought you long gone and yet I see you now. Alive and well and as if time has not passed. How can this be?"

Vos stepped up. "Friend. It is good to see you well. But please grant us some explanation to our amazement from your appearance," he said with a smile, glad to see him well, even in spite of the obvious mystery.

Koran smiled. "For the last thirty years, I have been a wall adornment for a crime boss." He quickly relayed the story of his encounter with the nikto, and subsequent ordeal of being frozen in carbonite. "I was on my way to Coruscant with the two men who freed me from my prison when I sensed this place through the Force during my meditation. And now, here I am, standing as I did thirty years ago."

"Frozen in carbonite... So that is why time for you is unchanged. You stayed preserved all these years," Kal'Aran said.

"And I can imagine how things seem to you now..." Vos intervened. "The Republic was lost and Chancellor Palpatine became Emperor of an enormous Empire based on the Dark Side. The Jedi were thought extinct and in truth only very few of us remain... But this Empire is now defeated and Palpatine dead. New better days are now the hope of many. Hopefully the Jedi can arise to preserve peace once more."

"I reckon he knows all this by now..." Kal'Aran smiled after Vos' words. "And oddly, you should be slightly older than I am now, and yet you seem more like Master Vos, whose race ages more slowly than myself."

"While encased in carbonite, all my biological processes were arrested, including aging. I am in the same condition I was in before all the past thirty years I've missed. Though, it is comforting to see faces I recognize once again."

Aurra turned to Laedra. "To be frozen in carbonite seems painful!" she whispered as she looked at Koran in amazement. So this man should be older than her master.

"Well, I believe it is a little like sleeping, Aurra," Laedra explained quietly while the men spoke. "So, no, no pain at all."

Kal'Aran laughed. "Well, one can hardly say that I can be recognised from the old days. Last time I saw you I had just became a Jedi Knight, after Master Mace Windu's tutelage on Coruscant. I believe it was shortly before you went missing..."

"Yes... Timewise that makes it about the same time I was recuperating from my loss of memory," Vos said. He then looked over at Laedra. "But let us focus on the present now. Perhaps Master Laedra or young Aurra would like to show me around..."

Laedra looked down at Aurra with a large smile. "You probably know the grounds better than I do, Aurra. Shall we escort him together?"

The young girl smiled and nodded. "Yes, I would be honoured to show you around Master Vos..." she said as she held Laedra's hand and looked at the woman with a smile. "Where should we begin?"

"Let us begin with the gardens," Laedra replied. She and Aurra bowed to both Masters Kal'Aran and Koran Darr, then with a smile towards Master Vos, Laedra began her tour.

"Come Kal'Aran," Koran said. "I've been away for thirty years, and you are one of the only ones here who lived through the whole thing. Tell me what I've missed." As he and Kal'Aran walked off in the opposite direction from the others, Koran settled his mind to hear the tale Kal'Aran would tell. As he felt the presence of old friends and new, Koran Darr was certain the Jedi Order would thrive again. The Force was certainly with them now.

---

"Last Minute"
By: Kaysa Zenarr-Tregat
Zale Tregat
Lerrah Breijal [NPC]

Location: Various Locations, New Plouton
Date: Niothe 14, 4ABY

***

"Alright, Mrs. Tregat, you can sit up now."

Kaysa smiled at the doctor as he finished inscribing the vile with the proper information and placed it in the cryogenic canister. She slowly sat upright and watched as the small tube descended into the sea of white mist that spilled over the edges of the canister, and finally disappeared. The seal clicked into place and four green lights flashed in unison to indicate the device was properly secured.

Her future, in a sense, depended on the safety of that small vile of unfertilized ova, which the doctor assured her could at anytime to be implanted into a host and injected with the sperm of her choosing. She wondered, then, how many eggs she should allot to both Merrick and Zale. The last thing she wanted was for them to quarrel over something as trivial as who got the most eggs, and hence, the best odds of producing an offspring. She thought it prudent that they each got the same number of ovaries, and hoped they certainly put them to good use if they saw fit.

One of the nurses helped Kaysa to her feet. "I'll leave you to change back into your clothing, Mrs. Tregat. Once you've done so, please come to the front desk to sign the proper documentation."

"Alright. And doctor...thank you."

The young, brown-haired man nodded, then carefully pushed the hovercart carrying her cryogenically frozen ova out of the room. She was left alone and slowly, distractedly redressed. The first task before she met with Dargus was complete. It seemed somehow odd and grotesque that she had a schedule to maintain in order to be on time for her own death. Everything was planned down to the minute, and so far, she was making good time.

She hurried over to the front desk, where she signed the proper legal documents and left explicit, recorded instructions on the fate of her eggs; namely, that they were now the property of Zale Tregat and Merrick Braston, who were entitled to do with them what they pleased. She only hoped they had brains enough to realize what exactly they were supposed to do with her unfertilized, preserved ova. She wondered, after how much she had hurt them, if they even wanted them. At least they would have the option open to them to keep her alive in a different form when she herself was gone.

"Well...that's it, Mrs. Tregat. If there is anything else you need, feel free to contact us."

Kaysa smiled absently at the nurse then stiffly turned and started for the door. She was leaving behind her legacy in the form of those microscopic, fragile specimens suspended in gelid preservatives, but she would truly make her mark in the galaxy by ridding it of the infamous Dargus Kandran and his vile ways. In that, perhaps Merrick, Zale, and Shiv would find some solace. Seeing the good that came from her death, perhaps they would even forgive her.

Kaysa stepped onto the street and flagged down a hovercab. A quick stop to Zenarr Inc. to take care of some business, then her final preparations would be made. If only everything else in life were so simple, she thought. And if only the dead would stay dead...

***

Kaysa had been occupied making a holorecording of her will when a courier arrived through the door. The package he carried was small, but once she signed for it and he set it down in front of her, she saw the name of the sender...or his organization, rather. She knew what was within without having to unwrap the small box, and wondered why - if he truly did know what she was setting out to do - he would give her the tools necessary to accomplish her task.

Perhaps he had truly believed the shielding devices were for her smugglers' cargo. Or had she managed to elude the clever, shrewd Zale Tregat completely? If he found out, after all was done, what purpose his procurement had served in her scheme, she knew he would bear partial guilt for her death. She would make certain, in her recording, that she reassured him of his innocence in the matter and that he would only resent her, and not himself.

The door of her office slid open once again, and for a moment, she thought it was the courier come back for the tip she'd neglected to give him. She glanced up from the package in her hand to dissuade the man from even daring to ask her, but instead of the courier, she was faced with an attractive, young brunette who looked as far out of place on Tae'Karada as most foreigners got. She studied the woman with mild fascination for a moment before prompting her. "Yes? Are you lost?"

The young woman was momentarily startled by the sound of the voice. "Oh," she said. "I'm sorry. I...I'm looking for Kaysa Zenarr. I'm supposed to interview for a position. My name is Lerrah."

Kaysa pinched the bridge of her nose as she shuffled through her thoughts to figure out why the name sounded familiar. She mouthed it over and over until she remembered Zale had arranged the meeting with the woman.

"Lerrah," Kaysa said with a smile. "Yes, now I remember. Please." She gestured to the chair before her desk. "Did you have trouble finding the place?"

"Not at all," Lerrah said, brightening as she took the offered seat. "It was actually very easy to find. I used one of the kiosks in the starport, and it led me right here. When I was hanging out at one of the bars last night, they were saying some very good things about Zenarr Inc. It made me really look forward to the prospect of working for you."

Kaysa smiled tightly. "Tell me, Lerrah, have you done some smuggling before? Mr. Tregat highly recommended you, but I never can trust his word when it comes to beautiful, young women."

Lerrah smiled and felt herself blushing. "I have done some smuggling. I've actually spent the last couple years transporting goods, legal and illegal around the Outer Rim." She looked away for a moment as she gathered her courage. "I won't transport slaves though. I-- I can't do that. Everything else is fine...but not slaves."

"Well then, you're in luck. I've never been requested such a thing. Normally, we only get orders for weapons, drugs, illegal technology... Human cargo is far too difficult to transport, especially if the customer expects them to be kept alive." Kaysa sat back in her chair and rested her hands behind her head. "So...tell me, Lerrah, how old are you?"

"I'm twenty-two," Lerrah said. "But, I've been doing this for four years, so I know my way around."

"It would seem I get a lot of young people nowadays. Is there some unspoken, collective death wish you all have?" Kaysa smiled wistfully. "I started smuggling when I was young as well. And truth was, I didn't care if I lived or died. That happens when there's nothing much to live for."

Lerrah frowned. "There are lots of things to live for if you make room for them in your life," she said. "I started smuggling because it made money for me...and my partner. But, now...it's fun if you know what you're doing. I was eighteen when I started, and I'm damn good. Don't let my age fool you. I can smuggle anything under the nose of an Imperial customs agent."

Kaysa recognized certain parallels between the young woman before her and Shiv. They both had fire and confidence. Both were somewhat timid, but the spark and vitality of youth was there. She recalled her first meeting with her love and smiled. It was easy to realize now why Shiv had been blushing so much, then.

"Well...since you do come recommended, I suppose I can let you prove your worth. Now...I may not be here tomorrow--" Kaysa's voice cut out, but she maintained her composure and continued. "But someone will be here to make sure you get your assignment and to show you how things work around here."

Lerrah nodded. "Okay," she said. "I look forward to it, Mrs. Zenarr. I won't let you down. I'll show up first thing, and then I'll show you I'm the perfect person for this job."

"I can already tell you are," Kaysa said with a gentle smile. "It was the same way with my girlfriend. The moment she walked through those doors, I just knew she'd be one of the best smugglers I've ever had. I think I'll soon be able to say the same thing about you."

Lerrah smiled. "Thank you," she said with a big smile. "Your girlfriend?" She felt herself blushing again. "Sorry, I shouldn't pry, but..." She could feel herself almost giggling. "I guess we have at least one thing in common."

"Yeah...she's a wonderful girl. I think you'd like her." Kaysa paused for a moment's reflection, but quickly tore her thoughts away from Shiv before she broke down into tears in front of a prospective employee. "At any rate...if you'd like to begin familiarizing yourself with the workings of Zenarr Inc., you can head down to the spaceport and ask for Yeru. Tell him I sent you and he'll show you around."

Lerrah nodded vigorously and then stood up. She stepped closer to Kaysa and held out a hand. "Thank you very much for this chance," she said. "It means very much to me that you're allowing me this chance. I'll head straight over to the spaceport to get started."

Kaysa shook the girl's hand, then pulled back and nodded her dismissal. "Oh, before you go..." Kaysa said quickly. "Do you have a ship, Lerrah? If not, I think we can arrange to provide you with one."

Lerrah nodded quickly. "I do," she said. "It's a few years old, but it's fast and can carry a lot. She's a good ship."

"Well then...looks like you're all set. And if you're eager to work, I'm sure we can set something up for you very soon." Kaysa extended her hand to the girl again. "Welcome to Tae'Karada, Lerrah."

Lerrah happily shook Kaysa's hand and grinned. "Thank you so very much," she said. "I'll be down at the spaceport if you need me for anything. I'll see you tomorrow, Mrs. Zenarr. Unless you need to see me before that. But, thank you!"

Kaysa laughed at Lerrah's excitement and exuberance. She was reminding her more and more of Shiv. "See you later, Lerrah. And...it's Mrs. Tregat, but Kaysa's just fine."

Lerrah grinned. "I'll see you later then, Mrs... Kaysa," she said. "Tomorrow." She started away, a giggle building inside her as she did.

Kaysa watched Lerrah go and once again couldn't help thinking how well she and Shiv would get along. It was too bad she wouldn't be around to introduce them. "Good luck, Lerrah," she called back. "I know you'll fit in just fine."

"Thanks, Kaysa," Lerrah said, and gave her a quick wave before disappearing out the door, and then off down the street.

That would be Kaysa's last business affair ever.

Now, she had to prepare the message for Zale, Merrick, Shiv, and her Keeve... Kaysa buried her face into her hands and began breathing heavily. It wasn't as if he would miss her, but she was doing it to him again. She'd left him once, and now she was repeating her past mistake. He would definitely grow up resenting her now, but at least she wouldn't be around to face his bitter hatred.

His happiness wouldn't be affected by her death, so she needn't worry about him. It was the others she feared would suffer because of her passing. She hoped the message she was sending them would assuage all pain and sadness, and if not, they could feel free to hate her too.

There was still some time before the big showdown, as she liked to call it, so she could afford to make her message longwinded. She reached over and activated her holorecorder. The message would be the same for each of them, and it would be automatically sent at a pre-specified time. By the time they received it, there would be no chance to even attempt a rescue. There wouldn't be much of her left to do so anyway.

Kaysa took a deep breath and stared into the screen, using her mouth as a conduit for what she was feeling in her heart. If she could leave them a piece of herself, she was going to make sure they got the best part.

***

It surprised even her how small the shielding device truly was. Zale's estimates had been grossly exaggerated in comparison. She had trouble finding a spot on her body where she would be able to hide the detonator, but at the last minute, she decided to cleverly bury it beneath a pile of her brown curls. This way she had but to scratch her head to activate the shielding device and wouldn't raise any suspicions.

She moved into the main office area to check the chrono on the wall. She was on schedule still and surprisingly, nothing had gone wrong today. It was looking more and more as if someone up in the heavens truly wanted her dead and was making sure nothing held her up for the fated event. It all seemed perfectly logical, until he stepped through the door. "Gods... What do you want?"

"It's good to see you too, Kaysa," Zale said as he glanced around the office. "If you're finished driving away all your loved ones, we need to talk. You do realize that Merrick didn't come home last night, don't you? And, before he left the restaurant yesterday, he flipped me over his shoulder and onto the table, then stormed out of there like a-- well, like you, actually."

Despite her annoyance with Zale's unexpected visit, she found that actually amusing. "Merrick did that to you? What the hell'd you do to him, Zale?"

"I tried to stop him from walking out, but he didn't seem to like that," Zale said. "Shiv spent most of the night crying with Keeve trying to console her. He nearly bit her when she suggested calling Moril. He suggested we throw a party since Merrick wasn't there." He shrugged. "So, life is a mess right now." He suddenly snapped his fingers as he remembered something else. "Oh yes, I was forced to give Keeve another spanking when he threw a tantrum because Shiv wouldn't take a bath with him."

"Well...it seems you have everything under control." Kaysa shrugged and dawdled towards her desk. "Is that what you came here for? You know, you could've just commed me."

"I could have," Zale said. "And, I was going to. But, then I realized that it was my wife I was about to comm. My wife who stormed out of lunch yesterday, and didn't come home last night. So, then I thought, I better go check and see what insane plan she's come up with and has been lying to me about." He took a step forward, and his features hardened. "What the hell is going on, Kaysa," he rasped.

She stopped behind her desk and gazed steadily at Zale. "Just because you're my husband, Zale, it doesn't mean I have to let you in on everything that is going on in my life. And who said I had anything planned anyway? Maybe the old Kaysa's come back and realized it's time to wreak havoc again, because she's good at that, after all. I never did go for all this happiness crap anyway."

"Bullshit," Zale snapped. "Why are you doing this? Why are you trying to destroy me, Shiv, and Merrick?" He took another step forward. "Tell me what I want to know, or you're not getting out of this office. I've got men stationed all around this block, and I will tell them to use whatever means necessary to keep you from leaving this building."

"You can't do this to me, Zale!" she shouted back. Deftly and subtly, Kaysa placed her hands on her hips and began reaching for the concealed weapon she had strapped to her back. "You can try to control me, but in the end, I'll always do just what I want. Besides, I am not destroying anyone! It's you and Merrick who are causing all this strife. If you'd just leave me alone to do what I want, there would be nothing to fight about."

"But what do you want, Kaysa," Zale snapped. "What is it that you want to do so desperately that you're driving us away? Making Shiv cry? Making Merrick run out on all of us? What's so important that you're breaking us apart?"

"Why is it that I'm always responsible when things go bad?! Why can't it be that Shiv's just a sensitive, needy child who demands far too much attention? Or...why don't you blame Merrick for being insecure or temperamental? Why must I always be the one who destroys everything?"

"So that's how it is," Zale said with a nod. "Then I guess you don't care about any of us? You could care less about us? Then you won't mind me divorcing you and not leaving you a single credit."

"Take them," she said quietly, grimly. "I won't be needing them anymore." Kaysa pulled the weapon clear and gripped it with both hands in front of her, aiming at Zale. "I have to do this. Why can't you understand?"

"Of course you do," Zale said. He took a step closer and made sure she saw that he was giving her a very clear shot of his chest. "And, you do realize that Merrick is gone, and that leaves Keeve all alone with Shiv...the sensitive, needy child who demands far too much attention. Do you think Shiv is responsible enough to be a mother for your child?" He shook his head. "Is destroying the lives of all those who love you, and that you've claimed to love part of your plan? Is your plan really to split us all up? Break us down until there's nothing left?"

"Zale...you still have each other. You don't need me, especially like this!" The electrical discharge pistol in her hand wavered as her body trembled. "I'm only doing this for you - for all of you. Why can't you just let me give you this one, last gift?"

"Because if this one, last gift involves not having you anymore, none of us want it," he said. "We all love you, Kaysa. And, we can work through this together. Don't do this. There has to be another way."

"No!" she shrieked. "You've tried and it didn't work. Others have tried, but they've failed. My way will work, then you'll all truly be free. Zale...I love you so much." She tightened her grip on the weapon and pointed it squarely at Zale's chest. "Let me do this for you," she whispered. "For all of you."

"If this is what you want to do, Kaysa," Zale said, "then just shoot me now. There's no point in going on with this game if you're not going to be here with me."

"You're wrong," Kaysa said with a rueful smile, "I'll always be with you, Zale, my love."

As her finger depressed the triggering mechanism, Kaysa closed her eyes. She felt the pistol recoil in her hand and catapult a ball of blue, crackling electricity towards Zale. It dispersed upon impact with his chest and sent forks of electricity crawling over every inch of his body, encasing it in a bright, blue shroud of glowing light.

Zale's cry was cut off as he was thrown back off his feet. He hit the ground hard, and as the arcs of energy from the weapon ceased, a loud popping sound came from his artificial hand. Otherwise, Zale Tregat was out cold.

Kaysa finally released the breath she'd been holding and opened her eyes. There wasn't much time before one of Zale's men stormed the place and apprehended her. She replaced the pistol into its holster on her back and rushed to Zale's side. Gentle tremors still shook his body, but otherwise, he was unconscious.

"My love...you don't ever have to forgive me for this. In fact, it'll be easier to move on if you don't." She dropped to her knees and cradled his face in her hands. "I love you, Zale Tregat." The kiss she gave him seemed lacking, in that he could not return it, but it was easier to let him go if she didn't feel the love he felt for her flowing through the warmth of his lips against hers, and the tenderness of his embrace. Kaysa didn't even realize she was crying until a lone tear fell upon Zale's cheek and glistened in the light of the room. But, there was no time to weep for what she would be abandoning.

Without another anguished gaze at Zale, Kaysa staggered to her feet and rushed towards the back room. She ran to the far wall and tapped in the unlocking sequence to the ventilation shaft upon the wallpanel. The lock clicked as it disengaged and the grate slowly swung open. Kaysa crawled inside the cramped space, never looking back. She'd gone too far for that and the only place left to go was forward.

Zale's men would never find her. She'd sneak past their patrols unseen and undetected, which of course meant Zale would blame himself for not hiring more men to surveil the area. One day, though, they'd understand why she did what she did. Then, perhaps, they would be able to forget her and move on. For a woman who, all her life, strived to be prominent in a society run by men and to seek control at every opportunity, the one thing she wanted more than anything now, was to simply be forgotten.

---

"Overwhelming Power"
By: Jason Tallen - Rear Admiral, Rebellion
Various NPCs

Location: Offworld, edge of the Tae'Remok System
Date: Niothe 14, 4 ABY

***

He had overwhelming power at his command. It was his to do with as he pleased. Whatever he willed, could be done.

He kept on thinking to himself: over a thousand weapons, pointed at whatever or whomever I choose. Over sixty thousand people under my command. Over three hundred fighters I could unleash upon any foe.

"Approaching Tae'Remok System, sir," a lieutenant said, walking up to and stopping in front of Tallen's command chair.

"Very good. Go to Alert Condition Yellow. Prep to raise shields and arm weapons. Prep to load missile tubes," the Rear Admiral stated calmly.

The massive ship jumped out of hyperspace on the edge of the Chimaeria System, its seventeen point six kilometer knife-like form cutting through space like a dagger floating on a wave in an ocean.

"Where is the convoy?"

"Just jumped out of hyperspace, bearing seventeen mark three-ten degrees, distance: about a million kilometers."

"Right on time. Alright people, let's get going. Launch Y-Wing, X-Wing, A-Wing, and B-Wing fighters. Prep the E-Wings for launch if they are needed. Go to Alert Condition Red. Arm all weapons, raise shields. What is the composition and status of the convoy, Mr. Greenfield?"

The lieutenant on the lower deck of the bridge yelled, "Status is...they are starting to retreat, sir. Composition is two Victory star destroyers, a Lancer frigate, a Dreadnaught Heavy Cruiser, two Carrack light cruisers, five Skiprays, and a dozen Scimitar Bombers. There are eight freighters, three YV-666s, two YT-1300s, two YT-2400s, and a single Action IV."

Jason's executive officer, standing to the right and slightly behind the chair, whistled softly. The Action IV transports were only 125 meters long, but they could carry 90,000 metric tons of cargo. The YV-666s could only carry a hundred metric tons, and the YT-2400s and YT-1300s even less.

"Open a hailing channel to the convoy," Tallen commanded. A moment and a few finger strokes later, a lieutenant off to his left gave him a thumbs up.

"Imperial supply convoy 4125," he began. He used their official designation to throw them off, make them uneasy as to how much the rebels knew about their convoy. "this is the Commander of the Rebel Super Star Destroyer Lusankya. You are to surrender your vessels and cargo unconditionally to us, or we will take your ships by force."

There was a long pause.

"Rebel Commander," the response came back, "this is Imperial Fleet Captain Platech, denying you your surrender. All ships, attack posture." Then the channel was cut.

"He's mad! Only a handful of meager warships, and he's attacking us?" Chris Michaels, the executive officer, said, bewildered.

"Correction, sir," the lieutenant at sensor control stated from the lower deck. "One Victory-Class star destroyer has surrendered unconditionally. Both Carracks have also done so. The Lancer is retreating, and quickly. The freighters have all surrendered except the Action IV, it's trying to stay with the Lancer. Captain Platech's flagship and the Dreadnaught are on an intercept course. The Schimatars and Skiprays are attempting to flee now as well."

"Tell all fighters to target engines," Jason ordered. "We need ships for our new Outer Rim Fleet."

The battle was rather uneventful. The Victory and the Dreadnaught were disabled before they even came close to the Lusankya, and were left to be picked up later. The Lancer was destroyed right before it could jump into hyperspace and the Action IV surrendered after the first proton torpedoes from the leading squadron of X-Wings impacted against its shields. The Skiprays and Schimitars engaged the Rebel fighters and destroyed two A-Wings before being forced to jump into hyperspace.

In the end, the Rebellion Outer Rim Fleet had a beginning. Two Victory-Class star destroyers, one of them undamaged; a Dreadnaught heavy cruiser; two Carrack light cruisers, both undamaged; and several freighters with full cargo holds.

They quickly transfered the more than 90,000 tons of cargo onto the Lusankya to be gone through with a fine tooth comb later. Afterwards, they crammed the ten thousand and some odd prisoners aboard the freighters and destroyed their nav computers, flight controls, and weapon systems. All that was left was their life support equipment.

They were cast adrift, and the new Rebel fleet moved out. The damaged Victory and Dreadnaught were put into the aft docking bay of the Lusankya for repairs, and then the fleet jumped into hyperspace, ready for their next move against the Empire. And now, they had more ships to do it with, much more supplies to help them, and new crews on their way from the distant rebel sympathetic worlds to provide more accurate manning of the newly captured ships.

These crews would arrive onboard a pair of Mon Calamari 40 cruisers and a single medium transport. Within a week, this new fleet would be ready to wage limited warfare on Imperial assets in the Tae'Remok System.

---

"Into Oblivion, Part 1"
By: Zale Tregat
Kaysa Zenarr-Tregat
Maeren "Shiv" Shivral

Location: New Plouton, Tae'Karada
Date: Niothe 14, 4 ABY

***

Zale Tregat staggered through the doorway to the apartment Shiv shared with Kaysa and Merrick. The concern on Shiv's face was painful to see, especially as her eyes fell to the arm hanging useless at his side. He quickly began to explain what had happened, but before he could finish there was a knock at the door.

Shiv slipped around Zale and opened the door to find a courier waiting for her. He held out a holoplayer, and a datapad in the other. Shiv took the device and signed her name to the pad. She thanked the man and dropped a couple credits into his hand. Once he was gone, she turned back to Zale and Keeve who were both watching her expectantly. With slight hesitation, she touched a finger to the activation switch on the side of the player.

My loves...

You're probably watching this with much surprise and intrigue, but perhaps some of you are angry or feel betrayed. I could never blame you - any of you - if you did hate me. In the end, though, whatever I may have done or am about to do, I did for you. "What is she talking about?" you might ask. Well...you'll find out soon enough and when you do, perhaps your opinion of me will change.

I'm leaving this message because I wanted to make sure a few things were taken care of when I'm gone, and by leaving explicit instructions, I can rest easy knowing they'll be attended to.

***

She knew the alleys inside and out, which gave her an advantage over Zale's men. They never even noticed as she slipped out from behind a far away building and sped off down the busy street, blending into the crowd. There was no part of her that wanted to turn back. Her entire being wanted to accelerate the process of travelling to Dargus' office complex, but she knew she'd have to settle for a slow journey in a hovercab.

She hopped into the halted vehicle and specified her destination, ultimately sealing her fate as it started forward to carry out her request. Looking back through the rear viewport, she tried to catch one last glimpse of Zale, even though it was futile. He was far away at Zenarr Inc., too far to even attempt to stop her now. She wouldn't be stopped, though, not by anyone or any cracks in her resolve. This was her decision, and it was her final one...literally.

***

Shiv, my dear, sweet nymph. The gods were so very kind to me when they had you walk into Zenarr Inc. I think my life's been completely changed since that day. I know you're not a little child anymore, but you're still young and you have a long way to go before you're the poised, sophisticated woman I know you're going to become. Your ability to love most everyone is what makes you truly unique in my eyes, and I want you to teach Keeve to do the same. Take care of him, my love, and show him how fulfilling and wonderful it is to cherish and love people, rather than hating them. If anyone can accomplish that, I know it's you, my precious.

Shiv shook her head slowly from side to side. Tears sprung instantly to her eyes, and fell unchecked down her cheeks. She had no words as she tried to piece together what Kaysa had just told her. If it weren't for Zale's arm suddenly wrapping itself around her waist, she would have collapsed to the floor. She buried a face in his shoulder, and let the tears fall.

Zale... It's been quite the adventure with you. That night you walked into my life, I knew I couldn't let you go...and I haven't. I know we've been through a lot of tears, and pain, and hurtful words, but we came through them all. I guess that says something about us and our love. Or perhaps it speaks more of our character and how stubbornly tenacious we both are. You'll probably resent me for a long while after this, or perhaps you'll blame yourself. Don't. This was my doing and if you could've stopped me, you would have. It was out of your hands, Zale. Kaysa Zenarr was, in the end, far too clever for you. I'd like to think my cunning and skill has left its mark on you. If so, you're gonna be unstoppable, my love.

For you and Merrick both, I've left a little gift of sorts at the Yesdol Fertility Clinic. I'm not sure if either of you will want them, but at least they're there for you if you have some weird whim to procreate. Also...I know you'll probably be sending the kid on the first transport to Bespin, but if you do choose to keep him around, help Shiv take care of Keeve. He needs a strong, male presence in his life.

Oh, and Zale, I remember the name of Dargus' informant. It came to me before I started recording this. It's Oot Kovan, the woman from the party. Don't fall for her charms, my love. She's a spy. A little final piece of wisdom from your wife.

Zale frowned at Kaysa's words. It didn't add up. A spy for Dargus Kandran? But the woman's companion saved him from being cut down from Dargus. How could the woman also be...? It made no sense, and as much as he loved and trusted Kaysa, he strongly suspected that her information was spiked. How could I ever fall for any other woman's charms when I have you, Zale thought to himself. But, then it felt like he'd been slammed in the chest with the realization that he no longer had Kaysa...no one did, not after this.

My sweet, sexy musician. Merrick, I know I've put you through so much over the past year...but through it all, I hope you didn't lose sight of the fact that I love you. You have Shiv now and I know you two will be happier together. You won't have to share her with me, and you won't have to divide your time among two women. I think it'll be better for you two, and maybe this way, Merrick, you won't feel as useless or extraneous as I made you feel. You never were, though. There just wasn't enough time to make you feel needed or important. There was just...no time. But now, there will be time with Shiv. If anyone can make you feel wanted, it's her. It's what you deserve, Merrick. You don't realize what a wonderful man you are, and you deserve a woman who can make you see that, whereas I never did.

It was at that moment that Merrick's absence became that much more prominent. Shiv looked up to Zale, the immense sadness in her eyes nearly breaking his heart. Zale squeezed her tighter, and glanced down at Keeve who almost seemed happy.

I know you probably resent me or hate me, Keeve, but I've always loved you. Even when you tried to kill me, I never stopped. Mother's could never stop loving their children. I know I abandoned you, and right now, there's no way you can forgive me for that or even accept me as your mother. But someday, when you're older and you understand why I did what I did, maybe you can find a way to love me. That's all I ask of you. That and to be a good boy for Auntie Shiv. She adores you, my sweet, and would do anything for you. Don't take advantage of her kindness and break her heart, because she's too good a person to be hurt like that.

You're a special boy, Keeve, and I know one day you're going to be a handsome, wonderful man, just like Merrick and Zale. Use them as an example, Keeve, because nowhere in the universe will you find more amazing men. And nowhere in the universe will anyone find a boy who's more loved than you are.

***

Dargus' office complex loomed over her as the cab slowed and finally stopped. Kaysa pulled out whatever credits she had in her pocket and gave it all to the driver. He thanked her profusely, which indicated the sum was quite a bit larger than the fare, but they were of no use to her anymore. The vehicle sped away and left her standing beneath the towering structure that housed her fate. She was ready for it and determined to succeed.

Kaysa Zenarr moved with confident, firm steps towards the complex, prepared to deal out Dargus' punishment, and to finally meet upon the instant before her death, the true substance of her being. Today, she was to become introduced with the Kaysa Zenarr she'd always strived to be.

***

I love you...all of you. I know Zale will make sure you're taken care of when I'm gone, and you'll have to take care of him too. It may not seem like it now, but this is my gift to you. By the time you read this, you'll be free of Dargus Kandran. I know the cost might seem a little hefty right now, but in the end, you'll realize it was worth it for the peaceful lives you'll gain by it.

I did it all for you, my loves, not for the fame and recognition, not for my name to be broadcasted on TNN. I know the rest of the world will be grateful he's gone, but your happiness is all I care about, and that was my main concern when I decided to do this. So, don't cry for me, my loves. I was content and at peace when I faced my death, especially knowing I'd for once done the right thing in my life. Now...move on as quickly as you can.

Shiv, take Merrick on a vacation. And Zale, don't spank my kid too hard. And all of you...love each other like you all deserve, and every day I want you to look around and realize what you have and cherish it. I know I didn't...but I do now.

Love always, and with all of my heart,

Kaysa Zenarr-Tregat-Tarell

Zale turned over everything he'd heard in his mind, and knew he couldn't just sit idly while Kaysa went off and got herself killed. They had to do something. They had to stop her, or stop Kandran. He sighed knowing that he couldn't do it. He would have flexed his prosthetic hand if it'd still been operational. They needed someone who could stop Dargus Kandran...and Zale knew of only one person who could do that.

---

"Into Oblivion, Part 2"
By: Dargus Kandran
Kaysa Zenarr-Tregat
Wedren [NPC]

Location: Dethradri Plaza - Yelldon, New Plouton
Date: Niothe 14, 4 ABY

***

There was the odd guard or two patrolling the main floor, but aside from that, security seemed very lax. Kaysa had no delusions that once she reached the floors belonging to Kandran, there would be at least one checkpoint to pass through.

Using the reflective metal of the lift's interior as a mirror, Kaysa studied her hair to ensure it was completely concealing the detonator enshrouded within. The discharge pistol strapped to her back had a shielding device secured upon it as well. That one would require her to casually adjust her bra in order to activate it, but she figured she'd distract the guards with idle banter and perhaps some sexual innuendo. That always worked on Zale's guards.

Kaysa closed her eyes firmly and pushed those thoughts aside. She couldn't afford to become preoccupied with nostalgic moments from the past, when things were good, but weren't perfect. They would be now, and that's what she planned to make them.

The lift chimed its signal that it had reached the requested level, and once its doors opened, she was faced with a handful of guards lining the first few meters of the corridor, all wearing sleek, black uniforms, with blaster rifles slung over their shoulders and resting dexterously in their trained hands. At the end of the two rows of men on either side of the corridor stood two more guards with weapons resting in holsters strapped to their waists. They eyed Kaysa from a distance, warily and with keen awareness as they observed her.

Even now, they were searching for weapons - suspicious bulges in her clothing or even slight irregularities in her gait that might indicate something concealed in an awkward spot was hindering her ability to walk naturally.

She realized she was moving forward as if her fate was summoning her. The guards lining the walls remained still and statuesque, but their eyes shifted to follow her movement. It was eerie and unnerving, but Kaysa remained composed. She foresaw a problem, however, and that was the fact that there would now be extra eyes upon her to watch her every move and detect the surreptitious scratching of her head when she activated the shielding device there, or the one upon her pistol. They had been trained to see through such subterfuge, and with so many eyes watching, it was highly probable that at least one of the guards would become suspicious and demand a full body search. If that happened, Kaysa would most likely be meeting her death much sooner.

One of the two guards with sidearms stepped forward. "Halt," he ordered just before Kaysa reached the checkpoint. "State your name and business with Lord Kandran. He is a busy man, and has no wish to be disturbed for petty matters."

The irony of her death being referred to as a petty matter made Kaysa grin. "Just inform...Lord Kandran that an old friend wishes to see him. Tell him it's Kaysa Zenarr."

"Wait there," the guard said. Then he turned, gave a nod to his partner, and approached a terminal set into the back wall. He was there for a moment, and then he returned to where Kaysa was waiting. "We've been instructed to bring you up. Please step through here."

Kaysa scratched her head - really activating the shielding device upon the detonator - and asked inquisitively, "What for?"

"Anyone that sees Lord Kandran is searched for weapons," the guard said. "Walk straight through. Easy, measured pace, and don't move too quick. We'll spend all day here if we have to."

"With you?" Kaysa asked, smiling luringly at the man. "I'd be glad to." She reached her hand around and scratched her back. In the process, she activated the shielding device upon her pistol. The one on her detonator had already been active for ten seconds or so, which meant there was little time left. She could walk and flirt at the same time, so she started forward at a leisurely stroll.

"So, does Kandran have a lot of ladies coming to visit him? And how much competition do they present for me?" she asked with a wink.

"Just step through and cut the chatter," the guard said and adjusted the controls on the monitor.

"I am," Kaysa assured him. "I was just trying to make the experience a pleasant one for us all." She stopped talking, as the guard requested, but mainly did so because her throat had tightened up and deprived her of the ability to speak. That would have instantly given away her anxiety and possibly alerted the guards that something was amiss.

As she passed through the scanner, beads of sweat built up upon her brow. She hoped the guards didn't see that either, for it would only allude to her guilt and inspire even greater suspicion.

"Anything yet?" Kaysa asked surprisingly calmly. She smiled at the guard. "Kidding."

"Another word and I'm gonna have to shoot you," the guard said with a frown. He adjusted his readings, and then frowned again. He looked up at Kaysa, his hard eyes boring into hers. Time seemed to stretch out into infinity, and then he finally nodded. "She's clean, take her up."

The other guard stepped forward and motioned for Kaysa to follow him.

Kaysa released a slow, quiet sigh and followed the man. She could no longer sense her legs beneath her, and she had a feeling her face was completely blanched. Still, she smiled at the guard and gestured for him to lead on. It was too bad she wouldn't be able to thank Zale for the shielding devices. They worked impeccably well, although he probably wouldn't feel too inspired by that considering the specific use she put them to.

The