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Refuge
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The Wheel
Mara was a diligent, hard worker and Administrator Amir Faram, who kept a careful eye on her, became less worried about the repercussions of her presence at the Wheel. At least temporarily. He knew the obvious. She could not stay here, not indefinitely. People would begin to notice that Mara did not age like others. Would ask questions about the baby she took care of. And even with her change in appearance, someone might get close enough to recognize that she had played a role in the Corellian wars.
It was roughly 3 months after Centerpoint had been destroyed. Mara had taken the time and patience to take care of her wounds, without the worry of having to run from or to anything. In time, and with assistance, she had completely healed. The baby, Riley, was beginning to socialize - to interact with other younglings at one of the daycare facilities located on the Wheel itself.
He was watching a monitor as his door chimed.
"Enter"
Mara stepped in, dirty-blonde hair tied in a small pony, dressed in a standard jumpsuit marked with a few grease stains.
"You wished to see me, administrator?"
He nodded
"Yes, please, have a seat"
"I've been working"
"Don't worry. Sit"
Mara nodded and made her way to the chair opposite the desk, glancing up at the monitor.
"News?"
"The Republic Senate has spent the last week debating whether or not the Corellian sector should be allowed to enter the Republic."
"Corellia wants to join the republic?"
Faram nodded
"Apparently, they want to have someone else telling them what to do, other than a dictator"
"It seems counter-intuitive. Corellians want independence"
"Well, I'm fairly certain they think they'll have more if this way. No doubt it will cause trouble down the line. But that's not why I called for you"
"Why then?"
He sighed as he turned to her. And she nodded
"We cannot stay"
"I'm afraid not"
"We were just getting situated here. Just getting used to it"
"I know. And you do not have to leave yet. But reality means you cannot stay here forever. This is not a place for long term child raising. And people will begin to notice you"
Mara nodded
"How long then?"
"A year. Tops"
"and after that? where am I to go then?"
"I think I have a plan for you and young Riley. Something that will work for the foreseeable future. I'd like you to be a special agent of the Trade Federation"
"spying?"
"No - negotiating. I've seen the work you've done, Mara, and its impressive. And more importantly, you work well with others. You are good at making things happen. I'd like to make you an envoy of the Trade Federation, to help us regain some of our lost business. The job will entail a fair bit of traveling. You'll go from world to world, stay for a few months to a year, and then go on to the next location. In that way, no one will notice that you haven't changed. No one but me and a few others I trust will know what you are. And in return, you'll stay on the Trade Federation credit. Taken care of."
"what about Riley?"
"He can go with you. Or, if you want, he can stay here, but I think you would be better off raising him then someone else."
"When do I need to decide by?"
"You have time. A few months. But the idea is there, and I think it would suit you well."
She nodded, silently thinking to herself before responding.
"Thank you administrator. I'll take it into account, and let you know of my decision"
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That night, as she negotiated with Riley to get the bottle in his mouth, she stared out the small box of a window at the few stars beyond. A career in the Trade Federation. Almost as if life came full circle. On the other hand, she would not have the permanence and stability that she had so been craving. Except, no one would be hunting her.
Maybe it would be good. For her. For Riley. She glanced down at the child who was now sucking enthusiastically on the tip of the bottle. Something told her that for all her journey's, Riley's was just beginning. And something about him told her that he had a destiny ahead of him.
And if it was anything like the destiny of his mother, his aunt, or their best friends, she would try to keep him from it as best as possible.
TBC
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Ten Years Later ...
Junction
"Aunt Mara! We're almost there!"
Mara's footsteps echoed through the shuttle, a Trade Federation modified version of the lambda-class used to escort diplomats. A bit heavier armed, better shielded, heavier armor. Federation ships, afterall, were often the target of pirates, and though she was not carrying any cargo today, Mara's vessel had been prepared. Just in case. After all, pirates don't know what you have until they've boarded and killed you.
She made her way to the cockpit where a strapping ten year old was watching the monitors and the soft flashing indicating their destination was near. As she entered, he turned and offered her an impatient smile.
"What took you so long?"
"I walked"
Riley rolled his eyes and nodded his head toward the controls.
"Can I land us today?"
"Did you do your homework?"
"Aw come on, Aunt Mara!"
She placed her hands on her hips giving him a no-nonsense stare.
"We had a deal, Riley"
"Yeah, I know, but that homework is so boring! I know how to fly and fix a ship. Who cares about 'history of the jedi' and ''important dates of the galaxy'"
"I've told you. history has a habit of repeating itself, especially when it comes to the jedi"
"But I'm not a jedi"
"and thank goodness for that"
"So why do I care?"
"Because, if you had done your homework, you'd realize what happens to the jedi - past, present, future - affects the entire galaxy. You and me included. That's why it's part of the standard curriculum on Federation installations, which is where we got the textbook from."
"Nobody is going to ask me about the jedi on this trip"
"If you don't do your homework, you're going to be spending the Junction trip locked in the room, and nobody will be asking you anything. What have you been doing this whole hyperspace trip anyways?"
"I was ... I was designing a new starship"
"What?"
"Designing a starship. Something better than this old bucket. I was trying to figure out the best control configuration and then-"
"Riley Tacofer!"
His voice stopped abruptly, and much quieter now
"Yes Aunt Mara?"
"Go to your loft and get your homework done, NOW!"
"But -"
"NOW"
"Yes Aunt Mara"
Quite deflated from the conversation, Riley slinked away as Mara slipped into her seat, shaking her head and triggering the vessel out of hyperspace. Ahead, lay the planet Junction, a world long involved with the Trade Federation, and now a key to the Federation's expansion plans. Junction lay along the New Republic border, and with any luck, it would become a primary location for trading with the galactic power. She glanced behind her, out the cockpit door. Riley was a good kid, most of the time, and he loved traveling with her. But, like so many kids, he didn't take his required work seriously, instead trying to jump ahead to what they WANTED to do.
Being with a child, the ultimate in unprogramed, undisciplined had been and continued to be an interesting experience for Mara, who literally never had a childhood. But it had been rewarding, these past ten years. They had developed a life together, and Mara loved Riley like her own.
Even so, anytime he asked about his mother, Mara refused to answer, telling him only that she was a woman who had been very sad and in trouble, and had died while giving birth. And, that it was Mara's sister. No lies, just not the whole truth. No mention of the Patten name. And certainly not of the Gellar, Masterton, or Winton names. Riley had a photograph of Kimber in his bunk in the shuttle. And as far as Mara was concerned, that was enough.
Turning the shuttle slightly, Mara began her descent to the planet surface, sending a message to the Wheel and Administrator Faram, letting him know she had arrived. Another job, on the way.
TBC
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((I realize upon looking at the galaxy map that the Wheel is actually closer to Republic territory than Junction - is, in fact, probably in Republic territory now. Taking that into consideration, I'm changing a few things about the mission to Junction. It should all work out))
Junction
"Madam Tacofer, Junction lies on the Hydian Way, and is a major stop for shipments to and from the Corporate Sector"
Mara nodded
"It's true. Junction's location is at the intersection of routes, including the Hydian Way, making it a prized location for any trade organization."
"We make a lot of our income through the Corporate Sector"
"You can make a lot through the Trade Federation - the Wheel is closer to you than the Corporates. We have a history of working with Junction"
"That history is long gone. The Trade Federation isn't what it once was. Sure, you've recovered, but even sitting in the midst of Republic territory, you've been ostracized and denied trade permits with them. Your biggest dealers are the Hutts and the Empire. Why would Junction get involved in with a competitor of the Corporate Sector if we are more likely to lose than to gain by it"
"That's what I'm trying to tell you. An agreement with the Trade Federation would be to your benefit. Signing with us would make Junction more than just a stopping off point. It would be a primary trade center. You would gain access not just to the Wheel but to the entire Perlemian trade route"
"That is IF the Republic starts letting you deal with their planets"
Mara gave a tight lipped smile
"The Republic will. We're good for them, and they know it. And they don't want us only giving business to the Empire. The Republic doesn't want the Corporate Sector to have a monopoly on its industries. We would create competition which means everyone wins"
"everyone except the Corporate Sector. They've got a lot of friends in the Senate"
"so do we"
"and they can make trouble for us"
"We can take care of trouble. The Corporate Sector will just have to learn how to play nicely with others"
The Representative shook his head.
"I cannot make a commitment right now. We need the Corporate contracts. But if you get some approval from the Republic, we'll be willing to reconsider"
Mara nodded
"I understand. Thank you for your time, Chancellor"
"Our pleasure"
Mara stepped out of the meeting room, frustrated but not entirely surprised. Ever since the Trade Federation had started requesting permits from the Republic, the Corporate Sector had been carefully but quietly applying pressure to keep them from expanding. It was hard making inroads against such a massive entity, especially after the setbacks that brought the Federation to the brink of disappearing a decade ago.
It had made a significant comeback, thanks to Mara's gift of persuasion, and the fact that until recently, competitors hadn't been paying attention to them. Now, it was a whole new ballgame.
Mara made her way down to the shuttle bay, stepping up the ramp.
"Riley!"
The ten year old's feet were still small in sound as he ran toward the ship's opening.
"Any luck"
Mara shook her head
"Not as of yet. Homework?"
Riley grinned triumphantly as he held up a datapad
"Done - all of it"
Mara grinned
"We;ll see how well you did. Any messages for me while I was gone"
"Yeah, the administrator said to contact him when you got back"
Mara finished her ascent into the ship, running a hand to mess up Riley's hair as she passed him.
"Time for a haircut, I think"
"Aw, aunt Mara"
She laughed
"alright - you did your homework. Go start powering up the ship. I'll be checking in with the administrator"
Almost dropping the datapad, Riley ran to the cockpit, grinning and gleeful. Mara watched after him for a moment before heading to the small communication's closet and triggering a signal.
"Sir"
Amir Faram's face appeared on the monitor.
"Any luck?"
"No sir. Junction's been getting a lot of pressure from the Corporate Sector."
"That's what I figured. Hard to break their grasp on this area of the galaxy"
"They said if we could get approval in the Senate, they would reconsider"
"Did they now? Well, that's at least something. Our permits are up for consideration in the senate now"
"any idea how the votes are going to go"
"That is why I had a message for you. I want you to head to Chandaar and work the senators as best you can. Answer questions, and act as our representative to try to get the permits through committee. I am certain the Corporate Sector is sending their own representatives as well, and I want to be prepared"
"I'll do what I can sir"
"You'll be there for a while, Mara. I'm arranging for hotel arrangements, so you won't need to live out of the ship"
"Riley won't like that"
"Riley might appreciate being around kids his own age for a while. I'm going to send some support teams there as well. We're putting all our political capital into getting those permits. Make it happen"
"Yes, sir"
The screen went dark and Mara stood heading toward the cockpit.
"Where to, aunt mara?"
"Chandaar. Sector S-6"
"Alright. Got it. What's on Chandaar?"
"The New Republic capital. I thought you did your homework?"
"I ... uh ... I did. I ... I guess I ... uh ... missed that question"
"Sure ... alright Riley, let's get going."
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Mara's shuttle is given clearance with Republic command and instructed to land in the spaceport on Ambaril. Mara sat at the cockpit, Riley, remarkably enough, was asleep in the chair beside her. She smiled fondly at him before turning to look out the viewport. The capital city was symbolic of the industrial strength of the Republic. From a small, empty hub of just a few buildings, it had increased vastly into a huge city, reminiscent of Coruscant's imperial city. It was, like Coruscant, a city that never slept, and even at the late hour of the night, the bright lights indicated nothing had slowed.
Upon arrival at the spaceport, Mara turned and shook Riley, who whined a bit before realizing they had arrived at their destination. Rubbing his eyes, he glanced out the cockpit, frowning as he saw the durasteel walls of the hangar.
"Aunt Mara, you were supposed to wake me up so I could see the city when landing"
"You'll see it later, Riley. Come on, we have to get settled in"
Down the ramp, Mara was greeted by three other Trade Federation reps, junior to her in position, but familiar with Mara's work. She nodded to each of them before coming up to a fourth individual, a lean young man in a suit, bearing a lapel with the Republic logo - the Republic's liason for the Trade Federation.
"Ms. Tacofer, it is an honor to have you here on Chandaar. Your reputation precedes you. I have heard you are a skilled negotiator,"
"I appreciate the compliment, but really, I just do what I can. The Trade Federation is able to sell itself"
"It might not be so easy this trip around. There is a large contingent not fond of the Trade Federation"
Mara nodded, her lips in a tight frown "And I imagine the Corporate Sector is making things more difficult for us as well"
"That they are. Their delegation arrived earlier today, and will be staying at the Hotel Ovallus."
"Who is the head of the delegation from the Corporate Sector?"
"Let's see ..." the Republic liason glanced down at his datapad, scrolling through for a bit. "aha. here it is. The Corporate Sector delegation is being led by Rutherford Gellar"
Mara blinked, taken aback "Did you say Gellar? Is he by any way related to - "
"Valerie Gellar, the hero of Corellia? Rumor is it was her father, but it's hard to know what's real and what's fiction"
"Indeed ... Rutherford Gellar ..."
A million thoughts ran through Mara's head, not the least of which was that she was connected to the man who would be her political opponent on this trip. But also, betrayal. Rutherford Gellar had worked with Alexander Winton (though even Mara wasn't sure of the details). His work had played a big part in Phage and ultimately, Valerie's death.
"You said the Corporate Sector delegates are staying at the Hotel Ovallus. Where is our delegation set to stay?"
"The top two stories of the next hotel over, Hotel Mermeia. Several rooms for yourself and your family - I see you brought along your son"
"He's my nephew, Riley"
"Ah, nephew. For you and your nephew. Other rooms for official federation work, and the rest of your delegation. If you'll come this way, the transports are standing by"
The trip is not too long, and Riley alternates between being excited at the sights and sounds and nodding off. Their arrival was less hectic than that of the Gellar clan, both because of the timing and because the Corporate Sector was willing to pay for more service.
As bags were taken up, the Republic delegate continued speaking tomorrow.
"The Senate is scheduled to reconvene tomorrow morning, continue with hearings on the Trade Federation question through most of the day, and probably will extend debate on the question into the next several days. Knowing procedure, it could be longer than that, plus they have other issues to attend to."
Mara nodded "good. It will give us time to see where the field is at, and where I need to spend my time working."
"I have sent you the docket schedule for the next several days, including the time that you are scheduled to present testimony to the Senate body."
"Will we be speaking before or after the Corporate Sector?"
The liason let out a snort.
"After - they have a certain amount of prominence, as you can imagine"
"That's alright. When will they be presenting?"
Again he referred to his own datapad.
"The Corporate Sector is scheduled for time to address the Senate at 13:00 standard time. Right after lunch. Trade Federation immediately afterward"
Mara nodded.
"Would you please arrange for an appointment with Mr. Rutherford Gellar before he goes to the Senate floor"
"That might be difficult, ma'am. He has a fairly packed schedule"
"Well, if he is going to be bad mouthing the Trade Federation, I want to make sure he is aware of the consequences to himself."
The agent let out a light laugh.
"Rutherford Gellar is one of the most respected men in the Corporate Sector. What possible consequences could he have for speaking their own interests?"
"I'd rather not provide the specifics"
"It might be hard to get him in touch with you. He'll want to steer clear of the Trade Federation as much as possible on this trip"
The turbolift arrived at the suite and Mara stepped out, Riley, head lazily forward and eyes drooping, stumbled in. Mara turned back to the liason.
"Tell him it concerns his daughter Valerie. That will be all for tonight. Thank you."
"Yes ma'am"
The republic liason disapeared, and Mara stared at the now closed turbolift, pondering silently to herself. It was several minutes before she turned and let out a laugh - Riley was standing, but his head was leaning against the soft arm of a sofa.
"Alright you. Time for bed. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day for us both"
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
Mara was back in the suite, now bustling with activity ahead of the trip to the Senate. her main aides were bustling back and forth with data projections, holo demonstrations, and a host of information that could be useful to the presentations. Mara, for the most part, was ignoring them. She knew how to give the pitch, knew which senators to cater to, which to avoid. The trip to Chandaar had been studying up on the hundreds of senators on the fence, in her favor, and against the Trade Federation.
She had even collected a sizeable amount of data, written and photographed, that could be used to blackmail some of the Federation's biggest opponents (being a machine made tracking down things a bit easier for her than for others).
But all of that failed in comparison to where her attention really lay - Rutherford Gellar. The GURI Project. The origins of her very existence. The past she had tried to escape. And yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that this was something she had to do. She had to confront Gellar. Heading off to her private room, she took a seat, closed her eyes, and began sifting. The files of the GURI Project had been scattered, and largely destroyed, but she had collected the pieces and deciphered them, bit by bit. She trusted no computer to hold its secrets. Instead, it was all locked in her own cerebral processors.
Recalling the information, she sifted through it. Photographs. Rutherford Gellar, younger but still recognizable, standing by Alexander Winton. The picture had no caption, no context. Others like it, showing Gellar with Kyrie Patten, or with all three together. Winton's face showed the poker-face that had ingratiated him into positions of power, and the eyes that, if looked at with hindsight, revealed a sinister intent. Rutherford's face tended to look pained, embarrassed.
More photographs, all revealing no context, though a few showed a newborn being handed off, or a woman, who looked very much like her - like Valerie - and pregnant. These pictures, Mara realized, were never meant for public consumption. Winton had taken them to use against others, as blackmail. Well, wouldn't he be proud of Mara now?
An analysis of the photos showed the newborn shared retinal signatures with Valerie. The other must have been Valerie's mother, Blair, daughter of Rutherford.
Mara watched the images in her head, over and over again, more and more angry with Rutherford. It seemed irrational, but he was the one who let it all happen. He gave Winton the key to Phage. And the photographs alone would be enough to hurt him. She WANTED to hurt him. Wanted him to pay for what happened to Valerie. She didn't care if it made sense. She didn't care if she was right.
As far as she was concerned, she was right. Damn him. Damn the Corporate Sector. Damn everyone else.
"Miss Tacofer?"
Mara's eyes opened and she turned to the door.
"Yes?"
"We are getting ready to depart to the senate. Are there any other preparations that need to be done?"
Mara blinked for a moment, the images still sitting in the active portion of her processors.
"I have a few files I'd like ready to present to the senate. A contingency plan of sorts. But the files must be kept secure, and only accessible by myself"
The aide nodded
"I'll get you a secure datadisk that you can plug in if needed"
The aide left the room and Mara stared after him, wondering if letting what she knew out of the box, even a portion of it, was really a good idea.
"well" she said to herself "let's just hope we won't have to use it"
She rose and began final preparations for the hearing. She would be there in time to watch Rutherford Gellar's testimony.
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Senate Chamber
Mara took her seat in one of the guest pavilions, located near the bottom of the senate chamber. She could see Rutherford Gellar rise from across the chamber, and move to his podium. A moment later, his image, enlarged, was hovering in the center of the room.
Mara listened with a mix of admiration, loathing, and worry. The man had proven a coward in the past, running from controversy. What a day for him to suddenly gain a backbone.
Of course, that wasn't what it really was. He was trying to prove himself morally superior, by beating Mara at her own game. SHe could hear the silence of those behind her - the others in the Federation group - but she was motionless. She had the luxury of hiding feelings behind a stone cold face.
As Rutherford finished, there was murmuring, among senators on both sides of the issue. In standard hearing format, Gellar would be asked questions following his appearance, but his speech had so shocked people, and been so different than what had been discussed, that no one really knew what to ask.
The speaker took several minutes trying to regain order, before finally, some timid senators asked a few equally timid questions almost avoiding the speech altogether, reading off prewritten lists. Gellar, Mara noted, shifted specific questions of monetary policy to his underlings, the better to keep his own message separate and strong.
Finally, they stepped off.
"Mara Tacofer, Ambassador of the Trade Federation, has the floor"
Mara rose from her seat, hand silently brushing against the datadisk, still debating if she would use it or need it. The murmuring of the senate rose and then died down, but she waited, waited until she had silence, everyone finally paying attention before she spoke. Her own holo image now hovered in the center of the room, but her gaze was trained on the Corporate Sector booth, and Gellar. Finally, she turned her gaze upward, her holo image reflecting an appearance of looking up to the senators in the chamber.
"There is no question: The Trade Federation has committed its share of sins in the past. And, as Mr. Gellar just stated, the past does paint a picture but it does not define the present. What Mr. Gellar will not remind you of though, is the true history of the Trade Federation. The Trade Federation was responsible for starting the Clone Wars, it's true. But that was nearly three decades ago. The Neimodians don't control the Federation, and haven't since it was reestablished nearly 20 years ago. Mr. Gellar will not tell you that the Trade Federation was a trading partner and fast ally of the New Republic. We worked together to build a better civilization, a better galaxy. I don't need to tell you this - this is hard fact. You can find it in any history book of the republic. Well, any history book not published by the Corporate Sector."
Mara paused glancing down again, making eye contact with Rutherford before continuing.
"Mr. Gellar also failed to mention that until 15 years ago, the Trade Federation provided the vast majority of droid merchandise to the Republic. protocol droids, nanny droids, security droids. And yes, battle droids. The Corporate Sector wants you to believe that Phage was a menace caused by the Trade Federation. Well, Phage was a menace. And he was built as part of a Trade Federation project. But what Mr. Gellar, what the Corporate Sector failed to remind you of was that Phage was actually the product of sabotage. Reports, written by both Federation experts and Republic experts, have found that Phage's programming was altered. Changed by a man named Alexander Winton - the same Alexander Winton that just a few minutes ago, Mr. Gellar mentioned interacting with. And the Corporate Sector would like you to forget that it was the Trade Federation who aided the Corellians in destroying the menace that was Phage. It is the trickster that should be punished, not the tricked.
The Federation was made a fool by Phage, but more importantly, its biggest product was taken off the market. Nobody was buying droids. Quite understandably. And it has taken the Trade Federation many hard years of work to retool, rebuild, and transform itself. Diversify its products. In that time, the Corporate Sector has taken over markets. It is understandable that they don't want the Trade Federation trading with the New Republic. They have their own business interests to protect.
But today, the Trade Federation has succeeded. We have more products, and the capability to provide them to the New Republic. Moreover, opening trade routes to the Trade Federation would have the following benefits that the Corporate Sector representative would like you not to think about:
1) Increased access to supplies throughout the New Republic
2) Faster shipping
3) Quality products at cheaper prices
4) More efficient trading, construction, and other industries
5) High quality products
6) Access to the Galactic Trade Exchange, which would allow Republic goods to be more easily traded to all other parts of the galaxy
I have much more to say, of course, but for now, I'd like to answer your questions"
Mara stopped, glancing around the room. It wasn't long before the first question came. When Gellar spoke, they hadn't had time to process, but her not engaging in his discussion had given them a chance to formulate questions of their own.
"Ms. Tacofer, Mr. Gellar made several accusations about you threatening him earlier today. Would you care to comment?"
"Senator, Mr. Gellar and I met briefly this morning, and I indicated to him that it would be disadvantageous to use the Trade Federation as a punching bag"
"Ms. Tacofer, did you threaten to embarrass him today?"
"Well senator, I can tell you that Mr. Gellar is clearly a capable speaker. He was apaprently able to embarrass himself without my assistance at all"
A few senators chuckled, some groaned, and a few scowled.
"Ms. Tacofer, you indicated that Alexander Winton was responsible for the Phage disaster. Now we just heard from Mr. Gellar that he - i think he said turned over his granddaughter to the same Winton. Would you say that Mr. Gellar was also responsible for Phage?"
There it was, the thing she wanted to say, but couldn't. The thing he tried to skirt around by beating her to the punch. And the answer that would say yes without saying yes.
"I am not here to cast blame. I am here to represent the Trade Federation, and I was addressing an accusation made against the Trade Federation. If you'd like to learn about Mr. Gellar's involvement with Phage, I recommend you speak to him. Privately, of course"
Now she had tied him to it, without actually saying he did it. Shrewd politics, but for her, it was something deeper. Personal. Vengeful.
The next senator spoke up.
"You want us to believe that the Trade Federation - the same organization that started the Clone Wars, that worked for Emperor Palpatine, that created Phage, a machine so dangerous he threatened the entire galaxy - you want us to believe you can be trusted?"
Mara glanced down, then back up
"Well, what can I say senator. When you put it that way, it sounds pretty awful. But, I'd remind you that the most recent of those events was more than a decade ago. I'd also remind you that your current most active trading partner, the Corporate Sector Authority, sided with the Separatists in the Clone Wars, was a strong ally of Emperor Palpatine, and continues to be known for its corruption, and backhand dealing. The Trade Federation may have a past, but there is no indication that for the last 20 years, we've been anything but honest with you. Have we made mistakes? yes, but that does not mean deception. So in short, Senator, my answer is yes"
More questions, some on the controversial, some on the personal, and some actually on the topics of the deal.
Finally, the session was closed
"We would like to thank the representatives of the Corporate Sector and the Trade Federation for being with us today. We will recess until tomorrow, when we start taking up the debate on the matter at hand"
Mara turned to the other federation reps
"Mara, what the hell was Rutherford talking about? threatening him? What do you know?"
She glanced behind her, across the chamber, where Rutherford and his team were.
"There's always more to the story"
she turned back to them
"But it's not for the telling now. I want meetings with as many on-the-fence senators as possible. I'll get the higher profile ones, you take the lower profile ones. And get me a secretarial staff. I've got something I want to publish"
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface
It was a whirlwind to be sure. Mara's speech had been fairly conventional, but Gellar's unique personal confession had colored the entire proceeding. Everyone on Chandaar seemed to be talking about it. Gellar had an illegitimate granddaughter, who also happened to be a hero. Gellar was connected with Alexander Winton, an undeniably evil man with his hands in too many pockets, and greedy. Most of that connection was being fueled by rumors, and Mara was certain Gellar was working hard to clarify his particular point of view. Mara for her part was staying out of it. Her speech had barely referenced the scandal, and so even Gellar mentioning her threat wasn't making the kind of headway it would if she had actually followed through.
That threat. Mara thought back to the anger that had fueled her approach to Gellar. She wasn't certain if she ever meant to carry out her claim. She just wanted him - what? scared? hushed? Part of her sensed her actions weren't part of the Federation plan. It was her own. A vengeance against one of the few surviving contributors to the evil that had come to her sisters - Valerie, Kimber - and her friend, Karen.
The name Karen hadn't been uttered in the first few hours, but it didn't take long for connections between the patriarchical Winton and his limelight seeking daughter (and imperial royalty) to start flooding airwaves.
So ultimately, Mara felt she had succeeded in the goal she had set out to do - limit the damage that would be done by a credible Corporate Sector. Their reputation now was suspect, and the claims of Federation dishonesty were just as murky. Now if only she could convince enough senators that the Federation was as good as their word.
She scanned down her list. She and her team had met with scores of senators, steering away from discussion of scandal and talking about the benefits of the Federation trade permits, going in greater details to discuss how the senator's particular world would benefit, how the Republic would prosper. etc. etc. Lobbying at its finest. And of course, indicating that Gellar's confession was not the topic of her speech, and getting right back on message. Even when the aides were growing weary, Mara kept running. Like a machine. There were senators who, based on their species, had different sleep patterns than humanoids, and the late evening hours were perfect for meeting with them.
She got a mix of receptions. Some warm, some cold, some suspicious, some openly hostile, some open to listening.
It was early morning by the time she returned to the suite, a bleary eyed secretary stretching and lifting a datapad.
"We've gotten several calls - The Corporate Sector Delegate, Mr. Gellar, is insistent upon meeting with you"
Mara nodded. Her conversation with him had been abrupt, and undoubtedly, the day had not gone as the man had planned.
"Did you copy the information I requested?"
"Yes, ma'am. It's on the secure disk in your office"
"Very well. Have Mr. Gellar join us upstairs in the conference room at 0900"
"Ms. Tacofer, that's just two hours from now"
"I have no doubt he'll fit us in. When he gets here, see to it that he is undisturbed. And that he has no one to talk to. This is a conversation for him and me alone"
"Yes ma'am"
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril
It has been a long night and he returns to the Hotel Ovallus just before dawn. Celeste and the children are sleeping soundly so he showers and changes before heading back down to the lobby. He is running on fumes but does not want to delay meeting with the Federation Ambassador.
Rutherford is dressed in shades of grey, less formal than his corporate attire yet still presentable. He walks along the slowly waking street and into the Hotel Mermeia where a Federation aide approaches him. She remains clipped and escorts him to the lift which take them to a quiet and seemingly empty floor. After instructing him where to go, she stays on the lift as the doors close. He catches his reflection in the polished metal, cringing. The lack of sleep is evident in his features, the lines on his face appearing deeper than usual. He has to tell himself he has not been a young man for a long time and these all-nighters become more grueling with age. He strides down the corridor and stops in front of the conference room door.
On Rutherford's instruction, Garron Prescott had done some digging of his own, referencing the Federation ties to Corellia. The connection to his granddaughter had stirred up his own curiosity. The results uncovered inconsistencies, some more concerning than others. The name Tacofer appears once outside of Mara's emergence in the rebuilt Trade Federation, the name of the interim Corellian governor after Valerie's death and prior to Saga Judec's consolidation of the Confederation. Trying to track her movements before the Federation on Corellia or elsewhere prove fruitless. It was almost as if she simply did not exist. Garron had narrowed the search by using only her first name, a long shot for sure. While a multitude of Mara's appear across the galaxy, a list that took his valet over an hour to sort, one in particular stands out like a glaring middle finger. One he is surprised he missed in the headlines. It seems the former Corellian High Commander had records referencing an alleged traitor whose name now echoes through his mind. He is well versed in his own linage and can name most of his ancestors back three generations. There are only two who used the Gellar name not included in that list. One is the alias created for the Imperial Agent assigned to pose as Valerie's "father."
The other is Judec's supposed traitor.
Rutherford enters the conference room to find Mara Tacofer waiting patiently at the end of a long, rectangular table. He takes the seat directly to her left, never taking his eyes off her face. Given time to study her without the barrage of threats, her features seem somewhat familiar to him, like he has seen her before. But that's impossible. He never met her before yesterday morning in the lounge of the Mermeia. His mind flashes to the photage taken of the Corellian traitor, one that bears a striking resemblance to his own flesh and blood. Shorten the hair, lighten it, add contacts to color correct the eyes and it would give the woman sitting in front of him a run for her credit. He cannot be certain but he would risk it on the chance it could equalize the leverage.
Rutherford leans forward, folding his hands together.
"I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me. No doubt your evening has been just as eventful. My actions in the Senate yesterday were, in part, a reaction to our conversation but mostly, it was what needed to be said aloud. Based on the files you spoke of, I feel you have misconceptions about me that I would like dispel."
Mara gazes at him coldly, unflinching.
He is not deterred.
"I am not here to make excuses for the things I have done. Over the course of my career, I have been called many things. Some of those sentiments I am certain you share and with good reason. I think we can agree on the grievous disservice I did my granddaughter in allowing Alexander Winton to blackmail me into submission. And that is exactly what he did, miss Tacofer. My daughter Blair was just a teenager and her affair with the CorSec Major would have been disastrous for me at that point in my career. I let my ego trump my family and it is something I will forever regret. But, as I am sure you are aware, that is not the whole story."
Rutherford swallows what's left of his pride.
"The CorSec Major in question already had a wife and a newborn daughter. This move to strike was, I assume, a way for Winton to gain favor with him by delivering his secret child to Corellia. I later learned that a pseudo-family was created for Valerie along with a cover story to explain her presence there - a "mother" who "died" in childbirth and a "father," a fellow CorSec Agent by the name of Jericho Gellar. This cover allowed Valerie to be raised with her half-sister under the watchful eye of her biological father without the damage the affair would have inevitably done to his marriage. It appears the Major was able to have it both ways and I would be vilified for my cowardly actions. If you seek retribution, miss Tacofer, know this."
His dark eyes narrow on her face.
"Because I was a coward, my wife's illness returned and she no longer had the will to fight it. Because I was a coward my daughter, my sweet and beautiful daughter, climbed to the top of my corporate tower and jumped to her death. So believe me when I tell you that I have already been punished. I suffered for years from those losses and still, I could not bring myself to rescue Valerie out of shame for what I had done. And in those years Valerie grew to become a powerful figure who brought hope to those who had lost their own. It gave me hope I could make right the wrong but in my hesitation, I lost everything that mattered to me. Her death would have put me in my own grave had it not been for the love and support of Celeste."
Rutherford's jaw tightens.
"Despite how you feel about me or what those files may say, I did not play a part in the creation of the monster that took her life. You seem to be quite knowledgeable in the intricacies of our lives, a fact I find both interesting and puzzling. Given your statements, surely you realize me, Valerie and the Federation were not the only targets of Alexander Winton's deception. The scope is far wider than that. Over the past ten years I have come to understand just how many lives that man has destroyed. My wife, Melanie's mother, and the other parents of The Four were all manipulated by his lies."
Now he leans back, inhaling sharply.
"What I want to know, miss Tacofer, is where you fit into all of this. Obviously, you have a vested interest in this information and those involved otherwise you would not have come at me with such vehemence. This goes beyond the political. This is personal for you. I have laid my cards on the table and taken responsibility for my role in Valerie's fate. So tell, Mara Anna, who are you really and why are you here?"
-TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril
Rutherford steps into the room, and Mara matches him stare for stare. He talks first -fair enough. Mara hadn't let him speak at all the previous day. He talks about 'misconceptions' and Mara's loathing for the man ticks up a notch. Obviscate, avoid. His faux apology hadn't been anything but making himself feel better - and, causing hurt probably to his wife and children. His NEW wife and NEW children. Already, she felt he was repeating his past mistakes.
Most of what he said was information she probably knew better than him - Jericho Gellar was one of a vast array of characters in the databases of the GURI Project files (though Rutherford telling his side of what happened seemed vastly different than Alexander Winton's cold calculated writing).
He goes on with a second, more sincere sounding apology, admitting how he caused X Y and Z but still denying involvement with Phage. Maybe he didn't know what he had done, but that didn't mean he should be forgiven. It was true, Alexander Winton had cast a wide net of destruction, deceit, manipulation. But those who worked with him had allowed it to happen. The parents had all betrayed their children. Rutherford had done so and then gone into hiding. Finally, he comes to the end of his speech
"What I want to know, miss Tacofer, is where you fit into all of this. Obviously, you have a vested interest in this information and those involved otherwise you would not have come at me with such vehemence. This goes beyond the political. This is personal for you. I have laid my cards on the table and taken responsibility for my role in Valerie's fate. So tell, Mara Anna, who are you really and why are you here?"
Calling her Mara Anna was surprising, but Mara kept a cool face - a benefit of being a machine, you could have a good sabaac face. She leaned back in her chair, a nonchalant voice responding to him.
"It's Mara Tacofer, Mr. Gellar. And you are right - I do have a vested interest in this information. As the Trade Federation representative, I appreciate open debate - lively discussion, thoughtful consideration, but not hypocracy. And whether you admit it or not, you coming here to stop the Trade Federation was just that. hypocritical. The Corporate Sector has committed worse crimes, and have contributed to more deaths than the Trade Federation, unless you really believe the organization today, run by humans is the same organization that existed in the Old Republic, run by those sniveling Neimodians. And I think you and I both know you are smarter than that.
But you are right, I have a personal interest as well. I have spent many years trying to destroy Alexander Winton, and undo the damage he did. He destroyed many lives, literally, psychologically, financially. And you, Mr. Gellar, gave him the keys to do the most damage"
She pulled from her folder two datapads, large screen monitors. Clicking a few buttons she slid one over to him. the monitor had a streaming image of a DNA code running across the screen at a continuous loop.
"You are an expert in bioengineering, but you might not recognize what you are looking at. I'll help you out. If you have ever seen your own DNA code, and could recognize it, you would notice this code has a 25% correlation to your own. A grandchild has a 25% DNA correlation with any grandparent. What you are looking at is the DNA sequence of your granddaughter, Valerie Gellar."
She then took the second data pad, and slid it next to the first. Though a slightly different medium, the two screens were displaying the exact same patterns.
"That - that is the programming code for Phage. Alexander Winton used Valerie's DNA as the blueprint for Phage's program. In the years since I obtained this information, I have learned that Winton used Valerie not merely because of the relationships she would eventually develop with his daughter and the others. Valerie's blood had a unique enzyme in it that was critical for the project to go forward. I don't know who carried that enzyme - whether it was you, or one of Valerie's other relatives - but I do know that Winton would not have succeeded in creating Phage if he did not have Valerie. I have yet to see that enzyme in any other blood stream. You gave Alexander Winton the key to Phage. You may not have pulled the trigger, but you are responsible for that"
Mara let him look at the datapads for a few minutes longer before speaking again.
"Valerie was someone very important to me. She still is. And I was a friend to Karen Winton before her own death. So yes, what you did. What you helped cause - I have a problem with that."
At that moment, the door to the conference room opened and in walked Riley, still sleepy eyed, but with an excited look on his face.
"Hi Aunt Mara!"
Mara turned to face Riley, a stern look on her face.
"Riley, I'm in a meeting now"
Riley's face dimmed, but only slightly.
"Sorry Aunt Mara. I just wanted to know if you knew what today was"
Mara nodded her head, her features softening.
"Yes Riley. And I promise, we'll go out today to celebrate. Let me just finish with my meeting, ok?"
"Ok, Aunt Mara"
"and Riley - happy birthday"
Riley's smile widened again and he ran out of the room, excitedly closing the door behind him, with a loud bang. Mara watched the door for a moment before turning back to Rutherford.
"Now, where were we?"
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
Mara's correction does not surprise him. Why would she admit anything to him? He's nothing but a corporate rival who she has been sent to undermine and embarrass. No need, really. His revelations have the city spinning.
She does, however, cop to knowing and trying to destroy Alexander Winton which begs a different question entirely. Then she segues into territory he is not prepared for. Before him sits the DNA sequence for Valerie and that of Phage. He knew the Gellar genes were strong, resilient, surly, but not that it possessed something Winton or the Federation would have wanted. His own blood work had never raised concern or suspicion. Was it Blair who held the key? Rutherford cannot contain the dread washing over him as Mara explains how his granddaughters genetic material was used to create the monster that murdered her - a fact he most certainly did not know.
Was this Winton's plan from the beginning and, more importantly, did Patten know?
Rutherford finally raises his eyes to meet hers but before he can speak, a child enters the room. He's no older than ten, maybe eleven with longer auburn hair swept over violet eyes. The button nose and lopsided grin also seem familiar to him in a way he cannot place. Not someone he knows. Someone he has seen before. She scolds him for interrupting them but wishes him a happy birthday. If she is called Aunt then Mara must have a sister. No other Tacofer's came up in the search but that does not mean anything conclusive. The sister could have married or had another name much like Gemma and Dahlia.
Parenting had become so much more progressive than it used to be.
After the boy leaves, Mara turns back to him.
"Now, where were we?"
Rutherford smiles, "Adorable nephew."
"Thank you."
"How old?"
"Ten."
"Good age," he says. "My son Dane is eleven. They grow so fast."
"That they do."
He clears his throat, veering back on topic.
"I must admit, miss Tacofer, this information is as surprising is at is sickening. When Winton came to me, his only counterpoint to the affair between the Corellian Major and my daughter was that Valerie would be with her father. The most sinister threat was that of exposing the affair and jeopardizing my reputation with the shareholders. There was no mention of our genetics. I am certainly not attempting to absolve myself from what happened but I assure you that I would never have agreed to Valerie's release if I had known that is what he intended to do."
He pauses, considering something with that sly Gellar smile.
"You claim the Corporate Sector is responsible for the loss many lives yet you freely admit to a friendship with Karen Winton - someone who, if I am not mistaken, is directly and indirectly responsible for the deaths of countless lives as a celebrity and as the Emperor's apprentice. If pointing fingers at me with friends like that is not hypocrisy then I do not know what is."
He leans back, face growing more serious.
"I think we can spend hours tallying up the scoreboard between CSA and Federation and that would get us nowhere. Neither is entirely blameless or guilty. And I can understand that if Valerie means something to you that you would rightfully wish to exact revenge for my role in how events unfolded. There is no way to express my sorrow for participating or facilitating Valerie's demise but there is no taking it back. Blame me. Hate me. I deserve your contempt. What I do not understand is how you knew Valerie or who she was to you."
Rutherford's dark eyes narrow on her face.
"Tell me something, Mara, something I have read but could never quite believe. You say you spent years trying to destroy Alexander Winton when he was confirmed dead on Bakura long before Phage. The reporter who died aboard the Centerpoint Station wrote that not only did he survive the crash but served as Imperial Director for years before miss Patten turned him over the Hapan Consortium who executed him. He also wrote that Winton was the one conspiring and controlling the Confederation High Commander months after that execution which is how miss Masterton and miss Patten ended up on that station in the first place."
He shakes his head.
"You seem to have all the answers. Tell me how this could be possible."
-TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
Rutherford smiles, "Adorable nephew."
"Thank you."
"How old?"
"Ten."
She momentarily thinks back to ten years ago. On this very day. Finding Kimber lying prone and in labor. And dying. A horde of Alexander Winton faced droids behind her, the Center Point Station collapsing around her. She shook her head as she turned her attention back to Gellar, responding to his words with a vague response.
"That they do."
Gellar speaks now.
"You claim the Corporate Sector is responsible for the loss many lives yet you freely admit to a friendship with Karen Winton - someone who, if I am not mistaken, is directly and indirectly responsible for the deaths of countless lives as a celebrity and as the Emperor's apprentice. If pointing fingers at me with friends like that is not hypocrisy then I do not know what is."
Mara's gaze grows colder. Karen Winton had her guilty moments - no one was bloodless, guiltless. But she was not the evil woman that others made her out to be. Mara had learned that much in the time she'd spent with her. She almost - almost was about to spit some spiteful comment back at Rutherford. But (thank goodness) he kept speaking, and Mara's stone-cold expression remained.
And he turns his attention, not to the politics of the day, or even to the Trade Federation. But to her. Mara. and of course, Alexander Winton.
"You seem to have all the answers. Tell me how this could be possible."
Mara nodded her head, before responding, letting her dislike stay beneath the surface. Let him hear what she knew about Winton - and not a thing about herself.
"Winton was a master of deception. He faked his own death in the crash, allowing him to disappear from public life and do his work behind the scenes. I believe, unless I am mistaken, that your family pulled a similar stunt in order to escape Winton"
Her eyes flashed at him for a moment before she continued.
"Winton already had the mechanics in place. Set things in motion. He used his connections to sabotage the Trade Federation's Viceroy's work. Turn Phage from a reliable, versatile servant into the monster he became. In setting Phage loose, he effectively destroyed any support for the Trade Federation - who at the time, had been the largest non government entity in the galaxy - while setting up his own next steps. Corellia won, but just barely. Valerie took control, and began increasing and expanding the military machine of the sector. But Winton made Phage nearly indestructible. He was able to self-replicate. His second assault on Corellia left Valerie dead. and the military machine she had started transformed into martial law under Saga Judec, a man that Alexander Winton had put into a position of influence so he could take charge and because he was easy to manipulate. Winton convinced Judec to increase production, and approve of creating a fleet larger than Corellia could sustain. And then convinced him to approve of vast droid armies to man the fleets. All for the purpose of taking on the Empire. But what Judec didn't realize is that those fleets of droids - they were answerable to Winton, and not really to Judec. Center Point was an intricate trap designed to obliterate the Imperial fleet with vastly more ships than they thought the Confederation had. Saga Judec was already dead before that battle had started. He had outlived his usefulness to Alexander Winton."
Mara paused for a moment. Most of that information was 'non classified' in her mind - information he could have guessed or learned, but with more context to explain the role of some key players. What she hadn't answered was the key point - how had he survived a public execution. She glanced down at the desk, contemplating. She hated the man across from her, almost as much as Winton himself. ANd yet, maybe he deserved to know? She shook her head, still staring down.
Finally glancing up. She could tell him without telling him everything.
"It is said that the Emperor Palpatine had created a clone of himself should he ever die. A clone that was able to remember and do everything he knew and did. That technology, that ability, escaped most others in the galaxy, but there were a group of individuals who sought to recreate that technology. Alexander Winton exploited that research. When he died at the hands of the hapans, his clone awoke and continued where he left off, secure in the knowledge that those who wanted him dead thought he already was."
She let out a brief sigh, shaking her head.
"As to how I know all of this? Well, quite frankly, I don't want to tell you. You have secrets of your own - unless you plan on revealing those as well before the Republic Senate. And I have my share of secrets to keep. And let me continue to be frank. I could continue to - how did you put it - threaten to tell the galaxy the 'truth' about you. I could show photos of you with Alexander Winton, because he was just THAT good at documenting every individual he manipulated and worked with. I could make you suffer in equal proportion to how you make the Trade Federation suffer, and possibly more. It's not a threat. It's the way you and I both play politics. You know it, and so does everyone else. Revelations about you would be a lot worse than anything you can say about the Trade Federation, because everything about US is already known. So I'd like to leave all that mudslinging aside
What I want is a clean debate. A discussion on the merits versus the cons of Trade Federation permits in Republic space. ANd I want that because I believe we'll win on the merits. The Republic benefits with more competition. And in return for a clean debate ... I'll help you get your family OUT of the spotlight you put them in. And I am even authorized to open trade with the Corporate Sector itself - making us partners instead of rivals. I cannot imagine your boss likes the negative attention you've created for yourself. This could help smooth that over. What do you say?"
-TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
Rutherford listens as Mara explains, carefully avoiding any specific information about herself or how she and Valerie knew one another. The insight into Alexander Winton is most appalling. Such technology would be incredibly valuable. He had heard rumors throughout the years of those who claimed to hold the power to clone while keeping the memories intact. These claims have never been substantiated until now. This clarifies something for him.
Celeste believed Winton to be dead after the crash and the revelation that he had been conspiring with the Confederation had come as quite the horrifying shock. He is glad he maintained their regimen of the Force vaccine otherwise Winton could have easily found her. Then again, his intentions no longer included Celeste by that point. Clearly his plans for The Four took precedence but just as he disposed of his wife and Celeste's first husband, she may have posed a threat. She is, after all, the only surviving parent of The Four. Just as they all believed Winton dead, everyone else believed the same about Celeste. He and the Jedi Master Corrin insisted on it for her own protection. Loose ends were never around long enough to become a problem.
As to how she came to know this information, Mara declined to say. Fair enough. She has no reason to tell him everything. Some secrets must be kept. He has plenty of his own, including Dahlia's origin and the biological link to Mara's friend, Karen Winton. Something about her softens to him, becoming less adversarial and more genuine.
She finishes on a rather intriguing note, one he must admit would be unexpected yet potentially beneficial if he played it right. Opening trade between Federation and Sector - an interesting proposition, something he could sell to the Direx Board which would turn an enemy into an ally. He was sent to Chandaar to decimate them before the Senate, using their past as a reference point to establish a pattern and motive. What he did not count on was his own past being used as leverage, leaving little room for the Corporate Sector to move within. Clever, really. He would even congratulate her on the tactics if he were not so suspicious of the underlying intentions and ties to his granddaughter. He also did not count on how big of a mess his admission would cause for everyone, especially his family. Placing them in the media crosshairs was not his endgame nor does he wish to diminish the emotional gravity of what the Centerpoint anniversary signifies to Celeste and, apparently, to Mara. Everyone had lost someone close to them, someone they cared for deeply. Perhaps now is the time to heal in the form of a new beginning.
"What do you say?"
Rutherford considers something before speaking.
"You make a solid point, miss Tacofer, one that I cannot deny is worth exploring further. I am generally not one to place faith in meetings of fate but perhaps it is not entirely accidental that you and I have crossed paths here. You blame me for aiding Alexander Winton which led to Valerie's death and the destruction of the Trade Federation's reputation. I blame the Federation for creating the monster who murdered my granddaughter and myself for not doing more to stop it. It seems now that the motives behind these feelings are not as dissimilar as once thought. One manipulation ties directly to the other."
He pauses, reflecting.
"If you are to believe me, Winton capitalized on my ego by threatening the reputation I had built in order to secure Valerie on Corellia. That is never something I would have allowed had I known his plans. If I am to believe you, Winton then used Valerie to create Phage, sabotaging the project and undermining the Federation's reputation on a galactic scale. I assume that is never something the Federation would have signed off on given the consequences. These tales share a common factor, one I can only hope is buried for good. Blaming each other will not ease the pain or bring back the things we have lost and it certainly will not help us achieve progress in our respective fields."
Rutherford takes a deep breath.
"Which is why a debate should not be necessary. We both have merits to stand upon and share blemishes in the past that can build equal cases for our factions to be questioned and scrutinized. If we can come to agreeable terms, perhaps we can go before the Senate together and present a proposal that would put behind us a checkered past and in its place an amenable and mutually lucrative deal that would be best for not only the Federation and the Sector but, most importantly, the Republic client."
He smiles wanly.
"Of course, we would both be accused of backdoor dealing and blackmail given my earlier statements against your character. For that, I apologize. I had no knowledge of your relationship with my granddaughter or that you believed I was in league with Winton to create Phage. We can circumvent these accusations with a public announcement that for sake of our respective factions and the benefit of the Republic, we chose to rise above the mistakes of our past and move forward. I am certainly open to suggestions in terms of tact and would very much appreciate your assistance in untangling my family from the attention I have brought upon them."
Rutherford leans against the table, voice dropping lower.
"You do not know how fortunate I am that Celeste came into my life. She gave me a second chance at happiness and family that I thought I had lost forever. I swore to myself I would never jeopardize that for professional gain yet my statements before the Senate hover dangerously close to a performance I do not wish to repeat. What do you suggest I do?"
-TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
"You make a solid point, miss Tacofer, one that I cannot deny is worth exploring further. I am generally not one to place faith in meetings of fate but perhaps it is not entirely accidental that you and I have crossed paths here. You blame me for aiding Alexander Winton which led to Valerie's death and the destruction of the Trade Federation's reputation. I blame the Federation for creating the monster who murdered my granddaughter and myself for not doing more to stop it. It seems now that the motives behind these feelings are not as dissimilar as once thought. One manipulation ties directly to the other."
"meetings of fate" - the word came out thoughtfully from Rutherford's mouth, but in Mara's ear, it had an ominous ring to it. Fate, like prophesy meant to Mara that someone else was controlling the strings. She had had enough of that. No mystical force would control HER destiny. Of course, that wasn't entirely true. But if Alexander Winton had left her with any lesson, it was that it was virtually impossible to distinguish between destiny and manipulation.
Mara turns her attention back onto Rutherford, who has used her offer as a kind of absolvence. She wouldn't be surprised if he was relieved - it was a way out of the mess he was in. That he had put himself in.
Mara nodded her head
"A public announcement would be excellent."
He turned back to the personal side of the conversation
"I am certainly open to suggestions in terms of tact and would very much appreciate your assistance in untangling my family from the attention I have brought upon them. You do not know how fortunate I am that Celeste came into my life. She gave me a second chance at happiness and family that I thought I had lost forever. I swore to myself I would never jeopardize that for professional gain yet my statements before the Senate hover dangerously close to a performance I do not wish to repeat. What do you suggest I do?"
Mara felt a deep resentment for him. Easy to try to fix a problem - but if he really cared about Celeste, he wouldn't have done what he did in the first place. He hadn't really changed since Valerie, he just had more regret. Celeste, on the other hand, did not deserve to suffer more just because she had married Rutherford. And so she would help him
"The easiest way to get the news off of your family is to make it about something else - something sensational, that would fill the holonet. And I propose it be a two-fold attack"
"the first prong is the announcement between the Corporate Sector and the Trade Federation. But it should be more than an announcement. We should have something big to say - a project we'll be working on together."
"As I'm sure you know, the Trade Federation has been doing very well to the north and west. Near imperial territory. And though The Empire had nearly collapsed ten years ago, they have been very, very busy. Our intelligence tells us the Empire is preparing to make a major push toward the Republic border. Emperor Shrag is trying to regain some of their lost territory. Corporate intelligence might be able to corroborate this, and I would imagine the Republic leadership is also keeping a wary eye on their border. Our deal should help them in securing that border with some type of joint venture"
She swivels her chair slightly and grabs a datapad from next to her.
She turns back toward him, handing him the datapad.
"THe second prong is for the more gossip-oriented members of society. the ones who enjoy the scandal of your announcement far more than the political or policy elements of our being here. For them, we give them a different scandal - a FRESH scandal. The data in your hands lists five current Republic senators who are currently engaged in illicit activity. Nothing treasonous, but enough to change the focus of the media."
She let him peruse the data for a few minutes before taking the datapad back.
"We leak the information on one of the senators to the media today, and let the wolves do their work, while we prepare for the bigger announcement, from the two of us."
She stood, making her way around the table and toward the door.
"I'll give you some time to think about it. You can reach me here on a private comm channel, and we can figure out the details. Go see your wife. Your children."
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
She held the door as he left, watching with a cold gaze as he disappeared out of the suite. Grateful he was gone. And yet their relationship had just started. From now on, they were 'on the same team.' Working together for the good of both entities, and of course, the Republic.
She shook her head. Rutherford Gellar deserved to suffer the consequences of his actions. He deserved to be left out to rot, the latest sacrifice to the heathen gods that were political gossip. But Mara had a job to do, and that was to secure Federation interests.
And Rutherford had a family that deserved to be protected from his greed and stupidity.
She walked back into the conference room, taking a seat beside the series of datapads. Information of various levels of confidentiality. Some, public statistics, compilations from reports, condensed to easy reading. The information on those five senators. More 'private' collected through the benefit of private investigators, some of whom used means not altogether approved of. Then of course, the datapads with the DNA and Phage program. Two parts of the immense puzzle that was the GURI Project. Alexander Winton's corrupted version of Medivh's vision to create immortality. The files had been collected in pieces, starting more than ten years ago as Mara quested for answers. Even once the files were found - and of course, there was a large detour in stopping Winton from his quest for galactic domination - Mara had spent much spare time deciphering the codes that had been designed to keep the greatest slicers at bay.
What she found was a remarkable database of information, organized in ways hard to comprehend. Mara was still perusing the files, trying to figure out several sequence codes. Her discovery of Valerie Gellar's unique enzyme had been recent - just a few months earlier, a key piece of the puzzle. And yet here it was, unprotected, sitting on a table in front of her. It seemed almost blasphemous to have allowed someone to see it, any part of it. And if anyone else actually had the opportunity to spend time with it, replicate even some of the files ... well, Mara honestly couldn't be sure what the consequences would be.
She leaned forward, activating the datapad, and typing in a few commands.
'Confirm memory wipe of datapad?'
Mara affirmed, and the un-encrypted information, the file mapping Valerie's genome disappeared. It was saved in only one place, the most secure memory bank Mara knew of - deep inside her own memory bank files.
She turned to the second datapad, the one holding the mapping of the Phage program, typing in a similar series of commands.
'Confirm memory wipe of datapad?'
Just as she was typing, the door opened again.
"Aunt Mara?"
Mara glanced up, smiling at Riley as he tentatively peeked into the door
"We'll be going out in just a minute, sweetie. I'm just putting away my files. Do you know where you want to go first?"
He nodded
"There's an amusement park on the outskirts of town that supposedly has some amazing rides and games I'd like to try out"
Mara grinned
"Than that's where we are going first"
Mara glanced down, typed in the affirmation, and collected all of the datapads.
"Let's get going"
As she was stepping out of the conference room, she turned to one of the aids that was present, handing him the stack of datapads.
"Put these in the secure drawer in my office. Arrange for me to call with the administrator later this evening"
"Yes, ma'am"
With work out of the way - at least for the next few hours - Mara let herself be led by Riley to the turbolift, to head out on his birthday adventure. It was hard to believe he was ten years old today.
As they were walking, Riley began to look a bit nervous.
"Is something wrong, Riley?"
He was silent for a minute before turning to face her.
"You know that picture I have? of my mom? I've seen her face a lot recently. It's been on the news. Something to do with a bunch of people I don't know. Who are the Gellars? And why is my mom's face in the news?"
Mara sighed, letting her head fall briefly before stopping and turning to face him, bending down so she was eye level with him.
"Do you remember what I told you about your mother?"
Riley nodded "she was in trouble - running away"
Mara nodded "Your mom ... she was friends with a few people who were pretty well known. Including her sister - our sister, actually. Valerie Gellar. Valerie was actually the governess of Corellia, and protected it from trouble, until she died, a hero"
Riley nodded. Aunt Mara had not gone to Corellia very often, but occasionally, she referred back to a droid army run by a creature named Phage. Mostly, it seemed like a fairy tale, but in some of his history classes, it was mentioned briefly. He vaguely recalled the name of Gellar being mentioned on the subject, and now was curious what else he would have learned about her - his aunt? - if he had paid more attention in school.
"But why in the news now?"
"Well, Valerie's grandfather is a part of the Corporate Sector delegation that's here. He made a speech at the senate that stirred up some controversy. You met him before - I was meeting with him just a few minutes ago. It stirred up interest in Valerie and your mother and their friends from a long time ago."
"So the one you met, he's ... my grandfather?"
Mara shook her head
"no. Kimber and Valerie were only half sisters"
"oh..."
Riley looked deep in thought, and indeed, he was curious about these people. Aunt Mara had always been cagey about family and past, and maybe this was an opportunity to learn more. Mara may have guessed what he was thinking because she interrupted his thoughts.
"Riley - the things your mother was running from - part of it, I'm afraid, might still be out there. The Gellar family doesn't know you are Kimber's son, and I don't think it would be safe for you to make that known."
"But Aunt Mara - if they are family, why wouldn't it be safe?"
Mara sighed
"Because some family will always have demons chasing after them. I don't want that for you. Please promise you'll stay away from them, and won't tell anyone who you are"
Mara looked almost desperate, and Riley, for all his curiosity, wasn't about to let Aunt Mara think he would even consider acting against her wishes.
"I promise, Aunt Mara"
Now, the only question was, how good was his word?
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
Aunt Mara was working, and no one was tending to the newly-minted ten year old.
It had been a day of fun - Aunt Mara, though working all night, had never tired, a gift for endurance she seemed to possess. While the Gellars were bombarded by the press, Mara apparently was much less sensational (no actual revelations about her), and the two of them had been ignored.
They had ridden roller coasters together, had an abundance of unhealthy food, played games - everything a young ten year old could wish for.
Well, not quite everything.
In between the moments of excitement, young Riley's mind was going back to that area of curiosity. He knew so little about his mother, who she was, why she had run, and the circumstances around his own birth.
Not to mention most boys his age were busy making friends with, well, boys his age. His closest friends were Trade Federation executives and engineers, the youngest of which were still double his age. Traveling was fun, and had its share of excitement. But there was so much he was missing out on, and school for only a few months at a time was just not enough time to make lasting friendships.
Speaking of school - Mara's visit to Chandaar was scheduled to be long enough that he was about to be enrolled in a local Republic public school, at least for the next several months. Apparently, negotiations with the Republic and the Corporate Sector representatives was going to be for the deal of the century. He would be going back to boring lessons on galactic history and writing (which he hated) and math and science (where he was already too smart for most classes). In just a few more days.
That meant his free time would be curtailed pretty soon, and he had to make the most use of it.
So now, as Aunt Mara kissed his forehead and headed back to work, and other Federation personnel scrambled about him, he decided this was his chance to learn more about his semi-famous mother.
Logging into the local network from the computer in his room, he began doing a search, for recent news and older news.
There they were - his mom, and three other women. All were in their upper teens/lower twenties - it was hard to tell. They were done up in makeup, and wearing ballgowns. The picture was undated, but it did have their names.
Kimber Patten
Valerie Gellar
Karen Winton
Melanie Masterton
More searches found a wealth of information on the four - gossip channels seemed to hold the most. Ancient posts about various tragedies - Karen Winton's parents had died in some type of crash, her sister had gone on a homicidal rage, her boyfriend had died. She seemed the most fascinating of the four - a small biography of her indicated she had served as an imperial counselor, and eventually was engaged to the Emperor of the Galactic Empire. Details of her death remained a mystery, but apparently, it was confirmed that the last time she was seen was at the famous Battle of Centerpoint - ten years ago.
Melanie Masterton was on a bunch of rumor websites, also ancient. "Former Socialite Gone Missing - Post your sightings here!" Stories abounded of her being seen abducted by strange species, to training as a jedi, to joining some rebel group or another. More recent news about her indicated that she had been sighted on Corellia as head of a security detail for none other than Riley's mother, Kimber Patten. When the Empire had besieged Corellia, they had gone into hiding again, but she was last seen protecting Kimber on Centerpoint Station - ten years ago.
Riley cocked his head. It seemed almost coincidental that Melanie and Karen had both died on the same day in the same place. Of course, they were friends, and a lot of people had died in that battle (at least, from what Riley could remember).
Valerie, Riley knew, had died earlier, saving Corellia.
And what about his mother? Kimber Patten
He found 'wanted' postings - the Galactic Empire had been seeking her out. Rumor posts of her being at Hapes. Connections to a number of fashion lines (Riley grimaced at some of the outfits -fashion was just not his thing). And that apparently was where Melanie became part of the security detail, protecting Kimber. Again, posts indicated the last place she was spotted was onboard Centerpoint, during that final, fateful battle.
All three had died on the same day. But what Riley couldn't understand is why they were all in that place, at that battle? Even more confusing, if they were friends, and his mom was being hunted by the Empire, how did that fit with her friend, Karen, who was a PART of the Empire?
A few more details were revealed by the story of a reporter, Kent Carlson, who had a multi-part feature story on the four women, which was published after his death - also aboard Centerpoint. The story told about how all the parties GOT there, about a bunch of conspiracies that led them to that one place, but didn't mention any of them LEAVING. All of them, including the reporter, must have died aboard the station.
Which really didn't help him. He didn't know why Kimber had been hunted, or why his mom and all her friends seemed to suffer such tragic fates. Or, for that matter, where he came into the picture. Apparently, Kimber was still pregnant when she went aboard Centerpoint, which meant Riley was born aboard the station, a factor Aunt Mara had left out.
A few more posts on the four women, socialites, friends, whatever. More up to date stories, this time picturing the Gellar family. Rutherford, married to Celeste, with three children - two looked like their parents and one bore a striking resemblance to Kimber's friend, Karen. Stories about how Valerie Gellar was an illegitimate child of Major Kyrie Patten, and the scandal that abounded. So THAT was Riley's grandfather, who was both his mother's father and Valerie's father. Very little was on the network about Kimber's mother. Or, for that matter, there was NOTHING on his father. Not even any decent rumors.
So little that was helpful.
It was getting late, and Aunt Mara would be coming in soon to make sure he was asleep. Shutting off the computer, he made his way to the bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking, trying to absorb the information about his mother that he had learned.
It really wasn't much.
She was famous. Most information about her was her connection to her three other, more famous friends - Valerie, Karen, and Melanie. And she had died on Centerpoint, along with Karen and Melanie. Not much to go on. Whatever information there was on Kimber Patten wasn't going to be found on the network.
That's why Riley decided he would have to dig elsewhere.
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
Riley had been industrious the day before, and Mara, perhaps picking up on his sudden self-confidence, was careful to keep a closer eye on him the next day.
Today would be busy - the leak on the poor senator's sordid affair would start filtering out, taking heat off the Gellar family. Mara had early that morning slipped a few anonymous tips to lower level press. They would submit it, without the ability to trace it back to Mara. The main press would see it and scramble to catch up. Likely by the next morning, nobody would be talking about anything else.
It was also the day to begin the flip side - to start negotiations with Rutherford Gellar. And on that note, Mara was expecting him to contact her so they could set up that meeting.
Because Mara was keeping an eye on Riley, he was in the room when she played the message. An invitation for Riley to join Mara, and to play with Rutherford's children.
Riley's eyes went wide with hope - this was exactly what he was hoping for. Who else would have the answers, the connection to his Aunt Valerie, and his mother?
Then he looked at Mara, and his face sunk. No. She wouldn't allow it. It was a silent conversation, their eyes meeting. Guardian to child, child to guardian. Finally, he looked away.
"I'm sorry Riley. I just don't think it's safe. Not to play with them, not to spend time with them"
"I don't get to spend time with anyone"
"You'll make friends in school"
Riley looked up, finally upset enough to shout out.
"No I won't! I never stay anywhere long enough to keep friends. But these people - they're FAMILY"
"Riley ..."
It was rare for Mara to see Riley get worked up. He was usually one of the easiest going kids she had ever met. Apparently, this was something that was really bothering him, or all the traveling was getting to him. She sighed.
"What, Aunt Mara? Aren't they? I mean, maybe I'm not a blood relative, but they knew my mom, and they have kids my age. What could be so bad?"
"They put your mom in danger"
"No they didn't - some guy named Winton did"
Mara blinked, and Riley shrunk back. He hadn't meant to say what he knew, and Mara hadn't expected him to know. They stared at each other, Riley frightened for what Aunt Mara's reaction would be, Mara trying to figure out how to respond. It was several tense seconds before her voice, low, spoke.
"How do you know about Winton?"
Riley's voice was still trying to sound strong, but it came out a bit timid, feeling ashamed for going around her back.
"I ... I found it on the nets. His name is all over stories of my mom, and her friends - Aunt Valerie, Melanie Masterton, and his son, Karen Winton"
"Riley, I -"
But he didn't let her speak
"I'm sorry Aunt Mara! I just had to know! I couldn't bear not knowing any more"
"Riley, ..."
Again, interrupting her
"Please, I'm really sorry Aunt Mara"
"Riley ... Riley, it's ok. I just wish you hadn't."
"Why didn't you tell me more?"
"I was trying to protect you Riley."
"I'd be safer if I knew more"
"No Riley - no. Knowing some things can be dangerous. too dangerous, and you, as mature as you are, are still only ten. You shouldn't have danger chasing after you. Everything - and I mean everything - that Alexander Winton touched was put in jeopardy, and never fully recovered. I wanted to keep you from that"
"But he's dead - or at least, that's what I read. Why are you still afraid of him?"
The question was valid. The answer, more complex. For one thing, Mara never could really trust that Alexander Winton was dead for sure. What if he had a backup plan that hadn't been destroyed, that no one knew about? What if he was already lurking in the background somewhere, slowly weaving his webs again, waiting for his time to strike. Out for revenge and domination. But that wasn't it. Mara knew that Winton was, in all likelihood, gone for good. She was more afraid of his legacy. Others might find what he had done, and build on it, trying to make it their own. Even with Winton gone, the galaxy was still too full of brilliant, power hungry, evil beings.
But how to articulate that to a ten year old?
"He is dead. But there is a good chance that the things he did will mean that other people, other bad people, will try to do the same bad things that he did"
"Like what?"
Like try to build an army of super droids to take over the galaxy, or mind control an entire system's population using a neck implant.
"Like try and hurt you."
"But they aren't this family, the people you are working with. They-"
This time, it was Mara who interrupted.
"They are easy targets. The same people who already want to hurt them would likely want to hurt you. That's why who you are is a big secret. And why visiting them would be a bad idea"
Riley was a smart kid, and tried absorbing this information. Finally, he perked his head up.
"What if I promise to keep it a secret? What if I just spend time with them, but don't let them know about my mom? Would it be ok then?"
Mara looked away, at the communicator, wishing the message, the offer had never been sent. She didn't want to, but she was worried if she said no, he would take more independent action, something that would put him in even greater danger. Finally, she nodded her head.
"Fine. But you have to be extra careful. I mean really, really careful"
Riley nodded, working hard to look adult and not over joyed at the prospect of meeting those he was somehow connected to.
"I will be Aunt Mara. Really, really careful."
"Alright. Then I'll set it up"
******
Later that day, Mara left a message with Rutherford Gellar, telling him she accepted his offer for the 'play date' and praying that it wasn't a mistake.
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril
Rutherford clicks off the com and turns around.
"Good news," he says. "The Federation Ambassador has agreed to allow you to accompany me."
Gemma claps her hands together, grateful for the opportunity to socialize. Dane is pleased and hopes he and the Ambassador's nephew have something in common. Dahlia is already bored and adjusts the shimmering green mini-dress in front of the mirror.
Celeste pauses near her, clad in a conservative white blouse, grey pencil skirt and heels.
"Isn't that a bit short, darling?"
Dahlia shrugs, "Probably. I don't see why I have to go. The kid is only ten."
"There is nothing wrong with a little polite entertaining."
"Says who?"
"Civilized society."
She groans, "Fine, whatever."
Celeste shakes her head and moves toward Rutherford.
"Are we ready?"
"I think so," Rutherford says. "Shall we?"
The group exits the Gellar suite as the security detail falls into step around them. With the deterred focus, the reporters who were camped out in front of the Hotel Ovallus are now gone. They move casually, enjoying the warm weather, and enter the Hotel Mermeia where they are greeted by the Federation escorts. They are whisked upstairs in the lifts and shown to an executive floor. At the end of a long corridor, they are shown into a simple yet elegant boardroom where Mara Tacofer stands waiting. Beside her stands Riley.
Rutherford smiles pleasantly, "Ambassador Tacofer, it is a pleasure to see you again. May I introduce my wife, Celeste and children, Dane, Gemma and Dahlia."
Things Mara would notice instantly: Celeste and Gemma, both with long blond hair and blue eyes, resemble Melanie. Dane, with his striking features, broad shoulders and dark hair is most definitely a Gellar. But perhaps the most shocking thing of all is Dahlia who moves languorously with an air of nonchalance. Her face is a face she had come to know, a fallen friend, a ghost from the past. This uncanny resemblance would raise far more questions in Mara's mind and paint Rutherford Gellar and Celeste Masterton in a whole new light.
Dane nods and Dahlia smirks but it is Gemma who is suddenly frozen as she looks upon the boy's face. It is a face she has seen many times before in the confines of her own mind. The boy in the dreams that have plagued her for years now stands on the other side of the room. Her face flickers briefly with worry, a gesture Riley would pick up on as he cannot help but stare. Her mother taught her never to cause a scene and so, recovering slightly, Gemma flashes a warm smile.
A long silence passes as the attention is now on Mara.
-TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril
Mara awaited a bit anxiously for the arrival of the Gellar clan. Riley was standing next to her, practically bubbling with excitement, but she was worried about the possible repercussions of this meeting. She knew who Riley was, and if that got out ... she shook her head, putting on a smile as the adults and their three children entered the room.
Mara immediately begans scanning them over as Rutherford offers a greeting
"Ambassador Tacofer, it is a pleasure to see you again. May I introduce my wife, Celeste and children, Dane, Gemma and Dahlia."
It sounded a bit phony to her, maybe because she disliked him so much, or maybe because he was trying too hard. He was too desperate. But she played along anyways, offering a hand to Celeste and giving her a genuine smile.
"It is an honor to meet you, Lady Masterton"
The resemblance to Melanie was obvious enough, though Mara had never actually met the fourth member of the clique. Certainly enough pictures were around that Celeste could be matched.
Mara then turned her attention to the children, the two youngest obviously interested in Riley. But the third, older one - Mara stared at her for a long minute, the smile disappearing from her face. Her gaze flickered back to Dane and Gemma who was staring at Riley oddly before again recovering her smile- and Mara filed suit, smiling down at the children.
"And its wonderful to meet the three of you. Riley is very excited to spend some time with people other than Trade Federation businessmen. If you are up for it, we have a small arcade on the second level of the building that I think you would enjoy"
She turned back to Dahlia now, barely able to ignore the uncanny resemblance. But she had to hold out for just a few more minutes.
"And - Dahlia is it? - I believe next to the arcade is some type of clothing store geared toward young teens. I forget the name of it, but maybe the four of you could stop a little at both. Your parents and I have a lot to discuss"
Mara assumed that the expression on Dahlia's face was mild relief. No doubt a 14 year old did not want to spend time with people four years younger, and Mara hoped that the reference to a fashionable store might placate her some. It was several minutes of the children greeting each other and before they bounded out the door.
"Riley - remember what we talked about, and stay in the building"
Riley grinned, nodded and ran out with the three other children, and Mara frowned, watching after them. She had ordered a few Federation officials to keep an eye on the children from a comfortable distance, but Mara was certain something would go wrong. She stared at the door a moment longer before turning on the two adults, shaking her head. Her tone, much harsher than when the children were present.
"You're raising a Winton ... how could you be so stupid as to raise a Winton, and think it wouldn't be a problem, to let her out into the public eye. Anyone can see the resemblance. haven't you learned anything?"
TBC
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Chandaar: Republica Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
The children proceed to the lifts.
Dane and Riley are talking excitedly about whatever boys their age discuss. Gemma hangs back beside Dahlia. She is semi-thankful for the Ambassadors suggestion as if somehow she knew Dahlia would be bored in the arcade. Maybe it was the outfit that tipped her off about her inclination toward the fashionable. Once they descend and the doors open, Dane and Riley take off down the corridor. Gemma seems hesitant to follow.
"What's the matter? You don't have to shop with me. I promise not to be offended."
Gemma attempts a smile, "Can't I just stay with you?"
"Of course you can," Dahlia says, taking her hand. "Let's find you something lovely."
Inside the store, it's all a little overdone. While it is certainly marketed toward her demographic, it seems more like something they assume girls her age would want. Or something they are supposed to want. Dahlia's taste is much more developed than her years would imply but she insists on finding something for Gemma. They try on a variety of embellished hats and bright dresses in the season's hottest colors. Gemma listlessly touches the fabrics but seems distracted and on the verge of tears. Finally, Dahlia sighs and crosses her arms.
"Alright, out with it. What's the malfunction?"
"That boy..."
"Riley?"
Gemma nods, almost fearfully.
Dahlia feels her chest tighten but does not know why.
"What about him? Gem, you are starting to scare me."
"I...know him."
"That's impossible," Dahlia says flippantly. "We were only introduced like, five minutes ago."
There is a moment of hesitation but it comes tumbling out.
"Riley is the boy in my dreams. We run away from the monsters together."
Dahlia inhales sharply. Her younger sister has been plagued with nightmares for as long as she can remember. The doctor's had called them night terrors, dreams that occurred when she wasn't fully asleep yet not quite awake. Gemma would thrash out of bed and run to the corner of the room, swatting and screaming at the unseen. These night terrors gave their parents an awful fright as they tried to wake her from them. Some nights Gemma would rouse quickly while others it could last almost an hour. Every time she woke up, she spoke of a boy who she called "the forth."
It is then Dahlia realizes that Riley's presence makes four.
She kneels beside her, softening what would usually be a sarcastic tone.
"Gem, honey, listen. Are you absolutely certain this boy is the one in your dreams?"
Gemma nods empathically, "It's him. I swear it!"
"Okay, okay," Dahlia says, squeezing her hand. "I believe you."
This relieves something in Gemma who visibly relaxes.
"What am I going to do? Should I tell him?"
"That may be difficult to explain without freaking him out. Maybe it would be best to try and get to know him a bit, feel him out. Know what I mean?"
Gemma nods.
Dahlia smiles and holds up a striped blue dress, "Good. Now, what do we think about this one?"
"It's very pretty."
"I agree," she says and moves toward the counter to make the purchase. Her mind is swimming in questions. If Riley really is the boy Gemma has had in her head for years, how is it possible that he is here now? It is far too startling to simply be a coincidence but how could it not be? Perhaps the galaxy is not as vast as she thought. Dahlia hands the bag to Gemma as they exit the store and head to the arcade. Maybe a few games would ease their minds. Across the corridor, a man leaning against the wall watches them carefully as they pass, swinging their linked hands back and forth playfully. They step into the arcade with all the standard lights and sounds. The man follows them into the arcade unnoticed. Laughter blends with the beeps and ringing from the games.
And then something else strikes her, something that causes dread to wash over her body like a frigid waterfall. Karen Winton and her friends had a title. The articles were littered with the moniker, referencing them collectively.
They were called The Four.
*
Rutherford is pleased to see Mara's reaction to Dahlia is exactly what he expected it to be. It's not that he had used his adoptive daughter as bait, per se, but knew her resemblance to someone the Ambassador considered a close friend would unhinge her a bit and she takes a tone with them that borders on a parent scolding one of the children. Dahlia is indeed a Winton, the last royal heir to their nearly extinct family line. She had always been distinctive in style but it was not until she reached adolescence that her image mirrored that of her glamorous older sister. While Rutherford knew this could become problematic, it was inevitable. For many years he believed the enemies of Alexander Winton would hunt down his wife and the child they stole and raised as their own but the past had never resurfaced thanks in part to the Force vaccine. As the years passed and his family was weaned off the vaccine, still he waited for the other shoe to drop but their lives moved forward blissfully uninterrupted. In fact, until Mara Tacofer asked to meet him, no one had bothered to make the connections which casts her in a considerable shadow of suspicion. Is she the enemy they feared for so long or a potential ally in more ways than one?
Celeste, on the other hand, is completely stunned and reverts quickly into a surprised denial. Her tone is genuine and light as she clings to the cover story she and her husband had created when they first arrived in the Corporate Sector.
"A Winton? I think you are mistaken, Ambassador Tacofer. The Winton's have been dead for years."
-TBC
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Chandaar: Republica Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
"A Winton? I think you are mistaken, Ambassador Tacofer. The Winton's have been dead for years."
Mara can hardly believe the straight up denial. At least, she wouldn't, if it wasn't part of their profile already. Celeste and Rutherford had been living a lie for decades now. At Celeste's words, Mara shook her head, but remained silent. Instead, she moved to the end of the conference room to a terminal located there. She still didn't speak as she began to type, furiously fast. A projector lit up on the wall between Mara and the Gellar clan, and still Mara said nothing. At first, nothing but symbols appeared on the projection, and then, photographs, whizzing by at breathtaking speed. Pictures of 'the four' - Karen, Melanie, Valerie, Kimber. Pictures of Karen with her boyfriend, with Dementat. Then, even a few pictures from further back. Before Karen was famous but part of one of those human interest stories on her. And then the flashing of images stopped on the rare family portrait - Alexander Winton, his wife, and their two daughters. Alexia, the older, had a scowl on her face. the younger, Karen.
Still Mara didn't speak. The family portrait was shrunk to cover half the screen, as she began flashing through photographs on the other half. These were more recent - much more recent. Tabloid photographs taken within the last week, Celeste and her children as they were making their way into their hotel, just after Rutherford's news broke in the senate. Most photographs showed bodyguards blocking the children, but there were a few clean shots, and the flashing photos stopped on one - Gemma and Dane were obscured in the photo but there was Dahlia. And with her picture side by side to the Winton's, the resemblance was unmistakable.
That was when Mara broke the silence.
"I don't know of any red-heads in your genetic lineage, Lady Masterton. Nor yours, Abassador Gellar. Dahlia isn't yours by birth. It took me a matter of seconds to draw this connection, and a matter of minutes to paste the resemblance on the wall in front of you. Look at the photographs - it's there, clear as day. If I can do it, so can any number of people. So I will ask you again, and I pray you don't lie to me again - how can you be raising someone with the same genetic code as Alexander, Alexia, and Karen Winton and let her be so publicly displayed? Haven't you learned? Or do your really believe that the things that happened to your FIRST children won't happen again just because you deny it?"
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
Rutherford studies Mara closely, interested to see if she would reveal more of herself in the wake of the accusation. His wife would be personally and deeply offended by the remarks and he wonders how she would react.
And as Mara silently pulls up the images, Celeste can only watch on in horror as the Federation Ambassador makes a connection she feared for years but knew would come. There was no denying it and the lie was reactionary, a practiced response tied to the falsified adoption records and a cover story that had faded quickly in the corporate scandal driven sector. No one had questioned it before. It wasn't uncommon for the wealthy to adopt or turn to surrogacy even if they had children of their own. Her relation to Melanie was widely known and accepted but given the tragic circumstances surrounding her death and the heroic mantle of a Jedi, most in the D'ian system had refrained from discussing it out of respect. Losing a child is never something even people as manipulative as those in Concordia would ever throw in her face. It was considered poor form. Even with the Corellian reporters story, the details surrounding their involvement in what happened remained muddled in heresay. And since Celeste believed she and Rutherford were the only two left who knew the truth, she is not prepared to be confronted with it by a virtual stranger.
Mara speaks and of the things she says, two words sound alarms in her head.
Genetic coding.
As if she had some sort of proof beyond the photage present on the screens which is circumstancial at best. She could not allow Mara to use Dahlia or any of their children as some kind of sick leverage in whatever games the Federation and Corporate Sector were playing. Anger momentarily floods through her and Celeste struggles to keep her composure. Inhaling, she strides around the table and stands face to face with Mara Tacofer, keeping her voice steady as she attempts to downplay without confirmation.
"Dahlia is our adoptive daughter and we have loved and cared for her as if she were our own. It is also not a truth she yet knows. I suppose there is never a right time for a mother to tell one of her children she did not bare them as she did her others and explain how biology plays no part in emotion."
Celeste pauses, recovering slightly from the sting of Mara's statements.
"My husband told me you knew things, things about us that were not on public record and certainly not casual pieces of conversation. I asked myself how this could be possible since, to the best of my knowledge, you were never personally acquainted with either of us prior to our visit to Chandaar. He told me that his granddaughter Valerie was someone very dear to you and that you had a personal relationship with Karen Winton. I can understand how, in exchanges with either of them, both Rutherford and myself would be made out to be less than reputable people. We failed our friends and our family in so many ways in the past and I am deeply sorry if our failures cost you those you cared for."
She eases back but keeps her wide blue eyes focused on Mara's expressionless face.
"What you and my husband discuss for the sake of your respective factions is not for me to question or judge but I most certainly will not tolerate accusations against my family from someone I barely know. Our children should not be considered weapons through which to conduct business dealings. Wouldn't you be appalled if Rutherford used your nephew the way you used his granddaughter?"
Celeste softens her demeanor but an edge remains in her tone.
"I mean no disrespect, Ambassador but just who do you think you are making such claims against us? Clearly you take issue with us and have come armed with our pasts to assign blame and take offense to the way we conduct our lives and raise our children. Your friends cannot possibly be your source as Valerie and Karen knew virtually nothing of our interactions with Alexander Winton. So I have to wonder what proof you have to back up these claims you allege or a possible motive outside the professional. Revenge? Punishment? Amusement? It strikes me as more personal than that. And if you know so much about them, about us, then what do you know about Kimber Patten or my daughter, Melanie?"
She frowns sharply, narrowing her gaze.
"Why would we even trust you if you have made it so that anything we discuss can be used to harm us and further the Federation's agenda?"
-TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
Celeste Masterton apparently takes Mara's rebuke as some sort of threat coming from the Trade Federation, or some part of the deal between the Federation and the Corporate Sector.
"I am not accusing you for the sake of the Trade Federation. It was not me who brought your children into the public eye"
Mara turned her gaze to Rutherford for a moment before returning it to Celeste.
"I am telling you that raising a Winton is dangerous, and letting her have such public exposure is reckless. Do you think that because Alexander Winton died everything he did died with him? Do you think the Force potential that were shared by his two daughters isn't going to be shared by someone with the same blood? I thought you wiser than that, Lady Masterton"
"I mean no disrespect, Ambassador but just who do you think you are making such claims against us? Clearly you take issue with us and have come armed with our pasts to assign blame and take offense to the way we conduct our lives and raise our children. Your friends cannot possibly be your source as Valerie and Karen knew virtually nothing of our interactions with Alexander Winton. So I have to wonder what proof you have to back up these claims you allege or a possible motive outside the professional. Revenge? Punishment? Amusement? It strikes me as more personal than that. And if you know so much about them, about us, then what do you know about Kimber Patten or my daughter, Melanie?"
"Why would we even trust you if you have made it so that anything we discuss can be used to harm us and further the Federation's agenda?"
Mara stared at Celeste for several long seconds before answering, lowering her gaze to the floor briefly. she would not tell them about Riley, nor would she tell them too much about herself. But they needed something. Something that would explain what she knew.
"I killed Alexander Winton. It was my task to stop him, and to prevent anyone else from following in his footsteps. And I have spent more than ten years on that task. With the help of Karen Winton, I raided nearly a dozen secret facilities that carried pieces of Winton's plan. The clones he created of himself. The armies of droids he was manufacturing. And the files and research he collected. Winton was an intelligence director for a reason. He amassed huge amounts of information on everyone and everything he met or touched - or might in the future. That is how I know about you. About Rutherford. I have collected Alexander Winton's files."
She paused for a moment, looking between the two of them with a frown.
"Nothing I've read indicates he knew you were in the Corporate Sector. Which is lucky for you. But you've been sloppy. And though Alexander Winton is dead, that doesn't mean he didn't have co-conspirators or followers who have access to the information he had. Individuals who would love to get their hands on those in the same bloodline as any of the original four. Especially a Winton."
"Quite frankly, Lady Masterton, I don't care if you trust me. What I care about is making sure that what Alexander Winton tried to do never happens again"
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
Celeste cannot decide who she is more angry with. True, Mara is not responsible for bringing their children here. Rutherford had asked, no insisted, they accompany him on this trip. Mara did, however, threaten Rutherford with what she knows leading to his admission before the Senate. This admission caused the media uproar and led to their children being targets for the tabloids and the photage Mara now presents.
In her mind, they share the blame.
Mara continues, ignoring Celeste's denial, referencing something both she and Rutherford had wondered about for years. Both Alexia and Karen Winton had extreme connections to the Force capable of phenomenal displays of destruction. Rutherford had been more hesitant about Dahlia and what she might be capable of. In truth, Celeste had speculated about it herself but she had rationalized that the environment Alexia and Karen grew up in played a significant part in how that turned out. Alexander Winton had capitalized on Alexia's instability for the Empire's uses. Her first husband, Henrick, had tried desperately to help her. Celeste had even attempted counseling with Alexia to find the source of her rage. It seemed to stem from a resentment of Karen even though the younger sibling had done nothing to warrant such anger. Alexia had never shied away from her powers. She had fallen headlong into the Force which Henrick had theorized possessed her entirely and led to the blackouts. Force possession was something no one had seen before which is why virtually nothing was taught to Karen throughout her childhood. Granted, history would prove this family connection would rear its head regardless as Karen became a Sith called Darth Kyja under Emperor Dementat's training.
Celeste had taught the children the basics of the Force and explained their connection to it. If this was something they chose to pursue, it would be discussed and if not, they were free to be who they wanted to be. She was convinced that the life she and Rutherford provided them would keep Dahlia balanced. Now Mara casts doubt in her mind.
What she reveals next, Celeste is not prepared for.
"I killed Alexander Winton. It was my task to stop him, and to prevent anyone else from following in his footsteps. And I have spent more than ten years on that task. With the help of Karen Winton, I raided nearly a dozen secret facilities that carried pieces of Winton's plan. The clones he created of himself. The armies of droids he was manufacturing. And the files and research he collected. Winton was an intelligence director for a reason. He amassed huge amounts of information on everyone and everything he met or touched - or might in the future. That is how I know about you. About Rutherford. I have collected Alexander Winton's files."
"You killed him?" Celeste breathes with a hand over her heart.
Mara nods.
And Karen had helped her? This throws her completely. Had Karen come to the same conclusion the other parents had? That the prophecy was intended to harm them? If that was the case then perhaps she had misjudged Karen Winton and, for that matter, Mara Tacofer.
She glances at Rutherford, who regards them both with a curious expression. Celeste turns back to Mara.
"Then I suppose we owe you a debt of gratitude, Ambassador Tacofer. Ridding the galaxy of Alexander Winton's malevolence is indeed something to celebrate. These files, however, concern me."
Celeste sighs, speaking words she had buried for years.
"I barely escaped Winton."
"Celeste..." Rutherford warns.
"No," she says sharply. "She needs to hear this. I need to say it."
Rutherford crosses his arms.
Celeste continues.
"When I came to the Corporate Sector, I believed he would follow me. I was always afraid. I knew in my heart he murdered Monica and Henrick and believed it was only a matter of time before the other parents would meet the same fate. I heard Kyri was killed on Corellia and Lilandra institutionalized. I could never be sure if Alexander knew where I had gone."
Mara stares into her face.
"Nothing I've read indicates he knew you were in the Corporate Sector. Which is lucky for you. But you've been sloppy. And though Alexander Winton is dead, that doesn't mean he didn't have co-conspirators or followers who have access to the information he had. Individuals who would love to get their hands on those in the same bloodline as any of the original four. Especially a Winton. Quite frankly, Lady Masterton, I don't care if you trust me. What I care about is making sure that what Alexander Winton tried to do never happens again."
Rutherford steps forward, "We want that too."
"Do you?"
"Yes!" Celeste says, taking her husband's hand. "We will do anything we can to ensure any residual information has been wiped from every source. His influence must never resurface."
Rutherford nods, feeling the tightness of dread in his throat. The thought of Winton's followers plotting to exact revenge on their children makes him queasy. The question mark that is Dahlia's power could make her a valuable target. This coupled with Mara's revelation about the enzyme in Valerie's genetic sequence is not something he wants falling into the wrong hands. Like it not, he would have to forge a deal with Mara on more than one level.
"Our professional obligations can be arranged for mutual benefit. Contrary to popular belief, free enterprise is the foundation of the Corporate Sector. Fulfilling the tremendous Republic demand for supplies is no small feat. In truth, the rapid growth places strain on the supply and drives prices astronomically high. While this would greatly please the board under which I serve, I think we can agree there is more at stake here than market shares."
He squeezes Celeste's hand and focuses on Mara.
"If Winton has co-conspirators with access to the type of information you have then we must work together. After all, we and our children would not be the only targets. You took his life which means they would blame you and want revenge just as much as they would want an heir to The Four."
He pauses, clearing his throat.
"We can help each other, personally and professionally. I am willing to publicly come out in favor of issuing the Trade Federation permits and negotiate terms that would split the Republic demand between Sector and Federation. It keeps prices competitive and allows both factions to rise above their past mistakes. Your superiors will champion your victory while I will most likely face censure. I can deal with these consequences in exchange for two things."
"Which are?"
"Your assistance in discovering and destroying any ties to Alexander Winton's agenda."
"And?"
"The pharmaceutical market remains monopolized by ChemiX."
-TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
In the arcade, Dane and Riley hold plastic blasters and repeatedly fire at a screen full of undead creatures. They have devised a plan to cover each other for maximum carnage, taking different parts of the action with every new scene the game enters.
"This is awesome," Dane says.
Riley nods, "Amazing."
"I'm so glad your aunt let you come out with us. I was getting bored."
"Me too!"
"My sisters can be so lame."
"Gemma seems nice."
Dane smirks, taking down a row of creatures. His twin sister always had a warmth that drew people to her. He had noticed this at a young age when those around them fawned and fussed over her. Her powerful voice seemed to amplify these qualities, almost as if the melody cast a spell over all those who hear it.
"You don't have any siblings?"
"No," Riley says, tapping the button on the side of the blaster to reload. He remembers his aunt Mara's words, their agreement not to speak of who he actually is.
"I guess they aren't entirely bad. Dahlia can be...difficult."
"She seems kind of mean."
"You have no idea," Dane laughs.
"Is that so?" Dahlia says from behind them. "I'm pleased you think so."
They both tense, sharing a knowing glance before bursting into laughter.
Dahlia rolls her eyes up, "Whatever, are you guys hungry?"
"Yeah!" "Yeah!"
"I figured. Well, if you can pry yourselves away from the games would you care to join Gemma and I for lunch?"
They nod, set down the blasters and follow her back through the arcade. When they arrive at the table Dahlia left Gemma sitting at, they find it empty. Dahlia blinks, turning around.
"Gemma? Gemma!"
Dane leaps forward, "Where is she?"
"Not far," Dahlia says, feeling her Force signature heading away from them.
"How can you tell?" Riley says.
She smiles, "Magic."
They leave the arcade and head down the corridor. She follows the signature, walking steadily ahead of the boys.
"Where did she go?"
"I don't know. I just left her there for a minute."
"Why would she just leave?" Riley asks. "That seems weird, right?"
"Very."
"I could call my aunt's associates. They would know what to do."
"No," Dahlia says. "My parents will kill me and your aunt will be pissed. We will find her."
*
Further down the corridor, the man in the Federation uniform motions to a side door. Gemma Masterton hesitates for a moment. He had approached her at the table in the arcade, identifying himself as a security agent from the Trade Federation with a message from her parents. She had been skeptical at first but when he told her the meeting with the Ambassador had taken a turn and her mother had fallen ill, she followed him without question. On the way, he told her the other agents would find her brother and sister and tell them what had happened.
As soon as Gemma follows him through the door, it slams closed behind them. She jumps and he turns toward her, the uniform disintegrating into a dingy cloth robe she somehow recognizes from her dreams. His face, once blank and angular, seems to melt and scar and when his mouth opens, it reveals two rows of jagged teeth. He raises his arms and at the end of each finger are claws.
One of the monsters she has always seen in her mind now stands before her.
Gemma screams.
*
Dahlia is driven by something deeper than family, something she does not understand. As they approach the door, a scream echoes from behind it. Without so much as touching it, the swings open and they rush forward.
Something looms over Gemma.
"Get away from her!" Riley shouts, both he and Dane flanking Dahlia.
The monstrosity rears back, taking him in.
"Ah," it sneers. "The forth!"
"The what?" Dane asks, glancing at Riley.
"It's true," Gemma says, crawling away from it. "I've seen it."
"Where?"
"In my dreams."
"Who? Riley?"
"Yes," Gemma whispers.
"What? What's going on?"
Dahlia pulls Gemma away and places her behind them. Instinctively, Riley goes to her. Gemma clings to him, their eyes meeting without comprehending the underlying significance, the emotions beneath the surface.
"Get her out of here."
"Dahl..."
"Go, Dane. Now."
Dane backs away slowly. Riley holds firmly to Gemma's hand and follows him back out into the corridor leaving Dahlia to face the monster alone. The doors close behind them. She stands in the green halter dress, hands balled into fists. It seems impressed, nodding approvingly.
"You are brave. Much like those before you but as I'm sure you will come to realize, that is not enough to save you. Or them."
"What do we have to do with anything?"
"More than you may know. The bloodlines that spawned you outline your fates. We are here as a kind of insurance against it."
"Who are you?"
"The protectors of the Abominations legacy."
Dahlia narrows her eyes, "What abominations?"
It's horrible mouth attempts a smile, the seared creases of its skin pulling back tightly.
"Those which your sisters created, of course. Such chaos and destruction. So many lives lost to their whims. Lives tied to the four names written upon the forehead of the beast and tied to a destiny from which there is no escape."
Her lips part, allowing a gasp to escape between them.
"Yes," it says slowly, savoring the moment. "They will all die as you will. We will never let you restore what was taken. We will never let you be the balance."
"No," she says, feeling a cold wave come over her body. Her emerald eyes, wide and vibrant, cloud over into pools of pure blackness that ripple like puddles. It is now the creatures turn for surprise as it watches her transform. It attacks, slashing through the air with its claws. She moves with a precision and dexterity only someone with extensive training would have, a training Dahlia Greyson has never received but, completely consumed by the Force, she executes flawlessly. She is not in control and pushes him back, deflecting attack after attack before halting it in place. The monster roars, clawing at its throat as it is lifted into the air. It convulses violently as it's charred flesh begins to peel back, detach and turn to ash. Within seconds the monster is nothing but a skeleton that breaks down into a swirling mass of dust.
No trace is left behind.
The color snaps back into Dahlia's eyes as she staggers back into the corridor, breathless, weakened and confused. Her pulse is racing, mind blank as she collapses into the arms of the Federation agents Riley sent after her. Knowing discretion is best and a scene must avoided at all costs, they whisk Dahlia away through a set of passages to regroup with the rest of the team watching Dane, Gemma and Riley.
The children had said virtually nothing, only that Dahlia needed their help. Dane had sworn them to keep the secret. He may not have any answers but he is clever enough to know their respective parents and guardians would be upset. It might even jeopardize the business dealings currently taking place and he makes the same appeal to Riley and Gemma. They agree to conspire for the time being and tell the security agents Dahlia had gotten sick while in the arcade and they were worried. The Federation security take this in stride as a medic is sent for.
Dahlia lies unconscious on a table as the three others watch over her closely.
Riley looks at Dane then focuses on the concern creasing Gemma's delicate features. The things he has read and what the monster said flood through his mind. Perhaps his aunt Mara was right about them and the danger they represent but his connection to it, to them, is the only question he can see.
-TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
Dahlia rouses, sitting upright quickly.
"Oh my, what happened?"
The Federation medic hovers nearby, "You fainted, miss Greyson."
"I..did?"
Dane, Riley and Gemma surround her.
"You weren't feeling well," Dane says.
"I wasn't?"
"What do you remember?" The medic asks.
"We were in the arcade," Dahlia says slowly, rubbing her temple. "I was going to take everyone to lunch."
The medic unwraps an energy bar and hands it to her, "Eat this. Low blood sugar can lead to loss of consciousness."
She accepts it gratefully, "Thank you."
"Shall we alert your parents?"
"No, no," Dahlia says. "It's silly, really. I don't want to bother them."
"Are you sure?"
"Perfectly."
Gemma takes her hand, "We were worried."
"I'm okay, Gem. You guys still hungry?"
They all nod.
Dahlia slips off the table and tosses the wrapper of the energy bar into the trash. She feels strangely more alive, emboldened somehow. There are pieces of her memory that are missing. She remembers leaving the arcade then waking up here. What happened in between is like a haze of static in her mind. She sighs, taking Gemma's hand.
The medic crosses her arms, "Are you sure you are alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine," she says, glancing at the three children. "You guys did the right thing coming to them for help. Let's get some real food."
As they begin to leave, the medic stops them. She grabs the hem of Dahlia's green dress and holds it up.
"What happened here?"
There is a jagged slash mark torn through the fabric.
Gemma glances at Dane and Riley.
Dahlia touches the rip, "My dress! I must have caught it on something."
"It can be mended," Gemma says, trying not to think about what caused it.
Dahlia frowns, clinging to the fabric as they wander back through the passages out into the main corridor. They arrive at the restaurant and are seated promptly. Dahlia excuses herself to go to the restroom to clean up.
Once she is gone, Riley leans over the table.
"Okay, does someone want to tell me what's going on here? What was that thing?"
Gemma takes a sip of water, "It was a monster from my nightmares. I've had them since I was very little."
"You've seen them before?"
She nods.
"I've seen you too."
Riley blinks, "What?"
"In my dreams, you are there and we run from those monsters."
Dane holds up a hand, "Wait a minute! He's the boy in your dreams?"
"Yeah."
"Did you know it was him?"
She shakes her head, "Not until I saw him today."
"It called me the forth. What does that mean?"
"Beats me," Dane says.
Gemma shrugs, "I'm not sure but they called you that in my dreams too."
"Are there more of the monsters?"
"I don't know..."
Dane glances over the menu.
"And what's with Dahlia? What happened to her?"
"Well, the monster didn't get her. That's good, right?"
"Yeah. The Federation agents didn't mention anything about seeing it."
Gemma tugs on a golden curl.
"Maybe she scared it away."
"Or destroyed it."
"How?"
That stumps all three of them. No one wants to think about what could have happened or what it means for them. The implications are beyond their grasp. All they know is that there is something between the four of them that cannot be denied.
Dahlia appears at the edge of the table, startling them.
"Well, who's hungry?"
-TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
"We can help each other, personally and professionally. I am willing to publicly come out in favor of issuing the Trade Federation permits and negotiate terms that would split the Republic demand between Sector and Federation. It keeps prices competitive and allows both factions to rise above their past mistakes. Your superiors will champion your victory while I will most likely face censure. I can deal with these consequences in exchange for two things."
"Which are?"
"Your assistance in discovering and destroying any ties to Alexander Winton's agenda."
"And?"
"The pharmaceutical market remains monopolized by ChemiX."
Mara shakes her head
"The Trade Federation doesn't deal in pharmaceuticals - not directly anyways. Several manufacturers have used Federation shipping lanes to transport the goods, but its not something we deal in. As far as I'm concerned, it's all yours."
Mara turns away, back to her computer, the console an item of comfort to her. Here she was, trying to live a 'normal' life - and she was being pulled back into it. And for what? Hadn't she been thorough? Wasn't Winton's work destroyed, archived now only in her own mind? No. She knew better. A work that vast had too many hands that even all the unraveling wouldnt have undone it completely. And the prophesy, as much as Winton had butchered it, was based on something that others had heard, others not under Winton's control.
She turns back to the two of them, nodding her head.
"I'll help you. And in the meantime, I must ask that you take precautions as well"
"such as?"
"Make sure you are all taking the Force vaccine, the one your company marketed so well. Make sure you and your children cannot be traced"
Rutherford and Celeste looked to each other before nodding acquiescence. It was a simple enough precaution, no real downsides. Why not?
"What else can be done?"
"Unfortunately, part of it is finding out who the threat is. The Empire might have some connections, but Emperor Schrag was never part of Winton's network - he was pulled up in ranks as one of few who could stand up to Dementat without cowering during a conversation.
The Corellians are also unlikely as a starting point. Which means that whoever else might have the Winton information is part of the unaligned sector."
"Or somewhere in the Republic"
Mara shrugged
"The Republic has thousands of star systems, most of which have their own personal interests ... so its not much different than the unaligned sector ... but that may be the best way to start the search. Why don't we see if there is any system or faction that has made any unexpected moves recently - a build up of forces, a large purchase"
Mara was tapping into the computer now, staring at the monitor and speaking aloud.
"Of course, if you and your children have been found, the ones we are looking for could also be in the Corporate Sector"
"Or the Trade Federation, for that matter"
Mara looked up at Rutherford, a look of annoyance in her eyes.
"I'm not attacking your organization, Gellar. You wanted my help, I'm offering it. Because obviously, you cannot do this on your own. It's been ten years since Centerpoint - long enough that whatever new plan was conceived could very well start coming into play. I don't want to be caught off-guard when something suddenly happens."
Celeste intervened
"But why not the Trade Federation? If Alexander Winton had fooled your organization once, it could happen again"
Mara faced her nodding her head.
"It's true - but I've already been keeping my eye on the Trade Federation, and its partners. I don't think I will be able to find much more information there"
Mara sighed, typing a few keys and closing the small pad in front of her.
"There could be a lot involved in finding a mysterious threat and destroying it before it becomes real. I will help you. But unfortunately, we have a more mundane matter that we need to deal with - the negotiations between the Corporate Sector and the Trade Federation. That's what this meeting is supposed to be about, and there are outsiders who will expect results"
Rutherford and Celeste nodded, and the three of them took their seats, abruptly changing the conversation away from blame and conspiracy to profits and dealing.
It was some time, quite an ordinary meeting really, before they were interrupted, a young federation officer stepping into the room.
"Ambassador Tacofer - I have a minor incident report"
Mara glanced up from some projections she was reading
"Yes?"
"Apparently, Miss Dahlia Gellar had a fall a few minutes ago. Fainted from low blood sugar. She and the other children were released by the medic a few minutes ago, and they were spotted heading to the restaurant"
Mara took in the news, trying to contemplate what it meant, if anything. As the aide stepped out of the room, She turned to the Gellars.
"Is it normal for Dahlia to faint?"
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
Rutherford is pleased that the Trade Federation has decided not to dabble in his industry. This would allow ChemiX to retain the position as the primary supplier to the Republic as well as within the Corporate Sector. Other industries are discussed and not everyone on the Direx Board would be pleased with the outcome. While it would certainly cut into the considerable profits, there was more than enough to go around. The pace at which the Republic is growing would see to that. Rutherford would accept the backlash for Mara's assistance in a possible new threat to them all. He imagines the Federation would be pleased with her progress but the Republic Senate would at first be suspicious of their arrangement. There are ways to present the agreement in terms that would mute the cries of conspiracy. Working together would serve the Republic well and it would be difficult to argue otherwise.
The matter of Winton's potential legacy lingering in the galaxy serves as a powerful motivator. Mara suggests precautions which he and Celeste readily agree upon. He uses his com-link to signal Garron Prescott who always carries emergency doses of the Force vaccine for the family. The vaccine itself was a wonder, first developed by Celeste's deceased husband, Doctor Henrick Masterton under the orders of Alexander Winton. The trials had proven effective but was never mass produced once Henrick stole the samples and injected Celeste and baby Dahlia before sending them off with the remainder. These samples were given to him by Celeste, a gift for his help in their escape. Rutherford's bioengineering team had broken down the compound and reproduced it for production under the ChemiX label. While the vaccine serves primarily to disrupt the midi-chlorian levels in a biological entity, effectively rendering them Force neutral to other sensitive's, there was a question as to its potential for military application. One that may or may not have been investigated by ChemiX.
They are in the process of the Sector-Federation dealings when an aide enters the room to speak with the Ambassador. After the aide has departed, Mara gazes at them across the large table.
"Is it normal for Dahlia to faint?"
Celeste frowns, "No, why?"
"It appears she had fainted from low blood sugar, according to the Federation medic who treated her."
"Oh my," Celeste says. "Is she alright?"
"Dahlia was released and took the other children to lunch at the restaurant downstairs."
Rutherford and Celeste glances at each other uneasily. Dahlia had been a picture of health growing up. The children were routinely examined at the beginning of each year without incident. Celeste remains composed as she thinks back through Dahlia's childhood. The only instance in which she has had ever lost consciousness is after...she used her Force ability for the first time. Her throat tightens, considering the implications. Dahlia would know better than that. Celeste was very specific in her instructions about how and when to use these abilities. Not everyone is as progressive and understanding of those with gifts. Rutherford remains unaware and continues glancing over the documents on the consol screens.
Celeste smiles.
"That's sweet of her. I'll be sure to have our associates look in on her."
Rutherford looks up briefly, "I have Prescott on his way over now with doses of the vaccine."
He pauses, focusing his attention across the table.
"Speaking of which - would this be something you or your nephew would also be interested in? For precautions sake. I would be more than happy to complimentary provide as much of the vaccine as you would like."
"That's a lovely idea," Celeste says warmly. "We want to make sure you are equally protected."
Rutherford nods, "What do you think?"
-TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
There's something about the way that Rutherford and Celeste look at each that makes Mara wonder if maybe the little fainting spell is something more than what it seems. Do they know something? does it mean something?
Regardless, the conversation shifted as Rutherford announced the coming of the force vaccine
"Speaking of which - would this be something you or your nephew would also be interested in? For precautions sake. I would be more than happy to complimentary provide as much of the vaccine as you would like."
"That's a lovely idea," Celeste says warmly. "We want to make sure you are equally protected."
Rutherford nods, "What do you think?"
Mara doesn't need it - her own connection to the Force, when only recently discovered, had been severed during that battle with Winton, a reminder that he was a machine in control of other machines. Even when she had it, the unique way of connecting her droid-self to the biological midichlorians had allowed her to turn it off almost at will. Still, Riley could use it - and in fact, him taking it would be a helpful addition to other precautions. And as for her, she didn't want to invoke any suspicions, any reasons to think her physiology was any different than any other humans.
"I think that would be a good idea. Riley doesn't like shots, but I think he can be persuaded"
Rutherford and Celeste seem almost relieved by her acceptance. Maybe they have decided they prefer her on their side rather than against her. Well, it was true enough - too many people were enemies, and Mara certainly could appreciate having less of those. Even if they were people she didn't feel she could trust.
They talk about some more details, before they are again interrupted, this time, Prescott stepping in, the valuable vaccine in a secured medical kit on his back. Mara accepts her dose without comment, and accepts a second, for her to administer to Riley upon his return.
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At the restaurant, the four youngsters enjoy a delicious meal. Gemma, Riley, and Dane all order from the kids menu, while Dahlia picks something a bit more sophisticated. The conversation veers away from the events of the past hour, though undoubtedly it was forced. Riley, Gemma and Dane all offer uneasy glances at Dahlia - curious as to what exactly happened after they had run. Dahlia, meanwhile, seemed preoccupied with her damaged wardrobe, complaining about getting it hemmed, and how it would never look as good as it did originally. If she was aware of the looks from the others, she didn't let it on.
Eventually, lunch was over, and all four began making their way out of the restaurant, back up to the Federation suite. As they were walking, Riley grabs Gemma's hands, holding her back far enough that they can whisper without Dahlia overhearing.
"So - your sure we shouldn't tell anyone? not even your parents or Aunt Mara? Didn't they say"
Gemma shook her head
"There's nothing they could do but worry, and they wouldn't let us see you again. They would think that us being together caused the problem"
Riley appreciated that Gemma wanted to be able to see him again - and Dane too for that matter, but he wasn't connecting the dots.
"But what does us spending time together have anything to do with that creature?"
"Didn't you hear what he said? he said you are the FOURTH - Now I don't know what that means, but I do know that with you spending time with us, there were four of us today - You make four, you were the fourth"
"But the fourth WHAT? what do the three of you and me have in common?"
Gemma turned her head to Riely.
"I'm not sure - but whatever it is, it's the reason that thing was after us"
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
As Rutherford and Mara wrap things up, the children appear in the doorway of the conference room. Celeste moves quickly to Dahlia, running a hand along her cheek.
"Are you okay, darling?"
"I'm fine," she says, mock wearily. "I just needed some refueling. Riley got help so all was well."
Celeste smiles at him, "We appreciate your quick thinking."
"You're welcome."
Dane, Riley and Gemma are still clumped closely together as if hesitant to part ways. They are all in good spirits and from what the adults can tell, everyone had a good time. Celeste announces she and the children must return to the Corporate Sector before school starts. She kisses Rutherford lightly and tells him they will see him when he's concluded his business on Chandaar. She then turns to Mara.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Ambassador. We'll be in touch."
Dane tells Riley he will call him soon but Gemma seems reluctant to leave his side. They linger, fingers intertwined with one another, a gesture both Celeste and Mara observe very clearly. Finally, Gemma joins her family and waves to everyone as they sweep back through the doorway and into the hall. Riley stares after her for a few seconds before returning to his room to wait for his aunt.
A silence falls over the room.
Rutherford nods to Mara.
"The children seem to have had fun together and we have made considerable progress here. Should we discuss a docket schedule to address the Senate? I know how valuable their time is and I do not wish for rumors of our meeting to become something undesirable. Is there anything else we need to cover?"
-TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Ambassador. We'll be in touch."
Mara nods to Celeste, knowing the departure meant more than just those few brief words. But at the moment, her attention was not so much on Celeste - it was on Riley and Gemma. Clearly, their brief time together had drawn them closer together, though it seemed unlikely to Mara that playing an an arcade and having lunch would develop that kind of companionship - especially between a ten year old boy and a ten year old girl. Mara would need to question him on the matter later on, but lets him head back to the room before turning to Rutherford.
"The children seem to have had fun together and we have made considerable progress here. Should we discuss a docket schedule to address the Senate? I know how valuable their time is and I do not wish for rumors of our meeting to become something undesirable. Is there anything else we need to cover?"
Mara shook her head
"I think we have made the necessary steps. But I disagree on moving things too quickly. An abrupt announcement may lead to unwanted speculation. Let's see if we can schedule our appearance before the Senate in about a week - and then make sure that our meeting and progress is leaked. By the time we head to the senate, the speculation and anticipation of our negotiation will be so high that the Senate is likely to not only approve of the plan, but to cheer it."
Rutherford agrees, and begins to gather his datapads and other belongings. Mara watches him in silence, thoughtful, and as he is preparing to leave, she speaks.
"I'm not doing this for you, you know."
Rutherford looks up at her, stares for a moment, and nods
"Yes, I know"
And walks out of the room, leaving Mara to herself. She frowns at the closed door before heading to her own console, typing in a few codes and calling down to the hotel's staff.
"This is ambassador Tacofer of the Trade Federation. Do you have anything of interest to report"
"Aside from the fainting of young Miss Grayson, nothing unusual has happened all day"
"Nothing?"
"Well, we did have a brief power surge - knocked out a few cameras for about five or ten minutes"
Mara tilted her head
"a power surge?"
"yes, it happens occasionally, usually when too many guests are using some of the higher-powered amenities we offer at the same time."
"Why did it happen today?"
The staff member's holo-image glanced down, looking over the report before looking up at Mara again.
"It appears that this time, the source actually came from the arcade"
That immediately set off an alarm in Mara's head. The arcade? That was where the children had been. Or at least, for part of the time.
"Are you saying it was caused by one of the games?"
"Not entirely clear - usually, these surges are so quick, and random, its hard to trace them to one element."
"When exactly did this surge occur?"
Mara sensed she already knew the answer, dreading it before she even heard it.
"At about 13:00 - around the same time Miss Greyson fainted. In fact, that's why none of our officers were around to see it happen. Apparently, they were checking on the surge"
So at the very time that Dahlia Greyson - make that Winton - had supposedly fainted, guards had been pulled away from where she and the children were, AND it had shut down cameras, preventing anyone from knowing precisely what had happened. Mara was about to sign off when the staff member spoke up.
"Actually, it was pretty strange - we thought we had found the root of the problem, but then there was something else. Not a power surge, but it seemed to mess with our systems. That was about the time your nephew came to get us"
A second surge? Apparently caused by another source.
"Thank you. Please make sure my staff remains informed about any and all security issues"
"Of course, Ambassador Tacofer"
Mara couldn't get off the link fast enough, rushing out of the conference room and down to the other end of the suite, not even knocking before she opened Riley's door.
Riley turned his head abruptly from where he had been sitting, at the computer console. There, on his screen, were two search terms "Kimber Patten" and "the four". The computer was busy showing him the many, many entries on the holonet related to the search. Riley looked as if he had just been caught cheating on an exam.
But Mara didn't have time to be angry. Stepping into the room, she closed the door behind her, and in a quiet but firm voice.
"Riley - I need to know exactly what happened this afternoon"
-TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
It was worse than Mara had expected. Worse than she could have feared. And perhaps the most frightening part was that she still knew almost nothing.
Riley had been hesitant to say anything at first, but eventually, told Mara everything. She knew that Dahlia hadn't just fainted. The four of them had been attacked, and not by any human - it was a strange, monster like creature, with jagged teeth. Mara had Riley try drawing a picture, taking the image and running through a database of species to figure out what it was. Either the picture or the being he saw were too distorted - she didn't receive a match.
Then Riley had told her about Gemma. About the dreams, about him being 'the fourth'. Mara had listened with a calm face, emotionless exterior. But inside, she knew that danger had finally caught up with them.
But what Mara didn't know - what Riley couldn't tell her - was how Dahlia had stopped the creature. Or what the creature actually intended on doing. Was it going to try kidnapping Gemma? or all four children? one such creature would have had a hard time taking four teenagers, even as young as them. Maybe only Gemma - or maybe it was going to kill them. Or maybe, it was trying to trigger something else. Maybe it was TRYING to fail.
The trouble with being a machine was the ability to come up with almost endless possibilities. She needed to start narrowing them down. And above all, she had to make sure Riley was safe.
First things first - Riley was forbidden to contact Gemma, Dane, or Dahlia, and he was equally forbidden from using a terminal or communicator without being monitored. He had protested - in fact, he had practically declared he would refuse - but at least for now, he had to accept it. The communicator had been taken away from him; the terminal deactivated; a federation guard placed outside his door.
Things would be more complicated as the days progressed. He had to start school. If he was here, on Chandaar, he would be close to Mara but in an environment that was clearly not safe. If he was sent back to the Wheel, he would be on a more secure facility - or at least, more contained facility under watchful eyes - but Mara would not be with him. She had to finish her business here.
Damn Gellar! She and Riley had remained off-scope. There was no reason anyone would have found him or tied him to the past, not until he was with them. Rutherford Gellar had done as she predicted, putting too many in danger. Even Mara could not have predicted how quickly it would have come. Fourth indeed. Mara didn't need to guess what it meant. A new generation of children were taking the place of their dead siblings/parents.
But Mara wasn't going to let the past repeat itself. Not as long as she was alive.
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Riley had looked up at his aunt and knew that this was not one of those times to mess around with her. Even so, he thought of his promise to Gemma, and tried being evasive, avoiding answering the direct questions as long as he could.
Aunt Mara wouldn't have it. He had told everything - about the attack, about Gemma's dreams. His aunt had made him try to recreate the scene as best he could, visually. And when he was done, she moved swiftly to cut him off entirely. She hadn't even listened to his protests as she had his communicator and terminal taken out of his control. Or had a guard stationed at his door - to make sure he didn't sneak out just as much as to make sure nothing got in.
She looked determined, and one-tracked in her thought process as she was getting ready to do 'damage control'
Riley wouldn't stand it.
"Aunt Mara, it isn't fair!"
She had looked at him, shaking her head.
"No, it's not. But it's like I told you - it is dangerous being around the Gellars. I never would have thought it would hit so quickly. The girl, Gemma - she knows who you are, Riley. And not just her. The enemy knows too. It's not safe. I can't have you trying to talk to them or trying to see them. Ever again. I'm sorry. This is how it has to be"
She had left before Riley could say another word.
Riley had sat in his room, alone for hours, watching the holonet playing some show or cartoon. But he wasn't really watching. He was thinking.
Whatever it was, he couldn't stay cooped up like this for long. He needed to get out, and he needed to talk to Gemma. Even if his aunt did everything she could to stop it.
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: District 15-B Charter School
It was almost worse than being locked in a room. The security detail that had been assigned to Riley Tacofer was a burden, and definitely not going to help him make many friends.
Escorted to school in an armored hover vehicle, and Federation guards placed at the entrance to the building and outside of his classroom. The school had been reluctant at first to accommodate, but the Trade Federation ambassador had been persuasive with both her words and her purse. What school would turn down the means to better educate, even if it meant a few extra conveniences. But Riley was not happy about it at all.
He heard the whispers as he walked down the hallway, felt the stares. Well, at least he was able to hold his own backpack. But with this much security on him, how the hell was he going to find a way to contact Gemma? Of course, that was probably one of the reasons behind it. Not just to protect him - but to prevent him from acting.
"students, we have a new student this term. Riley Tacofer. He is visiting us from the Trade Federation."
The stares outside had been bad, and Riley tensed for increased scrutiny in his assigned 5th grade classroom. But instead, the class offered him something he could deal with - fascination.
"You come from the Trade Federation?"
"Have you ever been to the Wheel?"
"What's it like?"
"Have you ever seen a battle droid?" (military droids were still banned or heavily restricted in most places after the Phage debacle)
"I hear most of the galaxy's money travels through the Federation Stock Exchange. Is that true?"
"Are you related to the ambassador?"
Riley hesitated at first, then began to answer questions in turn as they rapidly fired against him, until finally, the teacher interrupted.
"Yes, I'm sure Riley has many fascinating stories, and would be happy to discuss them with you - at lunch. But we really need to continue with our actual lesson. Riley, please take a seat"
Riley made his way to an empty desk, near the back of the room, and the teacher began proceeding with her lesson, something about Republic interculturalism and how it has fostered growth among planets with vastly different species.
"psst"
Riley turned his head and glanced over at the seat next to him, where a young twilek girl was smiling at him
"So HAVE you ever seen a battle droid?"
The teacher's voice rang out loudly before Riley could respond
"Doneeta, for tomorrow, an essay on Ryloth culture - and how twilek's, like all students, need to keep silent in class"
The conversation ended there, the twilek girl blushing and frowning as she glared at the teacher, than down at her materials. The lesson continued, but Riley was smiling. For the first time in days, he felt normal.
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Mara hadn't gone to school with him, but she had come in a few minutes after, surreptitiously glancing through the window into his classroom and smiling, watching as Riley raised a hand to answer a question - he wasn't good at everything, but Riley had had been to some places that gave him first-hand experience with different cultures. And he was smart.
Mara nodded her head. He deserved that. Needed it. Every child had the right to at least a semblance of normalcy. Even if everything could come crashing down.
She left the school and headed to her next destination.
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Surface: Ambaril: Senate Building
Mara walked the royal halls of the Republic Senate building, a slow spiral upward (for those not so lazy as to use the turbolift). It was near the top that she turned away from the central chamber, where the senate normally was in session, that she turned down a narrower hallway to some of the administrative offices, until she reached the offices of Shale Apteen, Senate leader. Her position gained her remarkably fast entrance to see the leader.
"Ambassador Tacofer, this is an unexpected visit. May I inquire-"
"Mr. Leader, I have a matter most urgent that I must look into"
"Is this regarding the accusations by the Corporate Sector representative? I was under the impression that there might be some sort of reconciliation and joint deal between the factions?"
Mara shook her head
"No, Mr. Leader - the negotiations are proceeding. I am here because I have need to speak with the jedi"
Shale Apteen gave her a queer look, hand raising to absently scratch at his thin beard
"The jedi prefer to remain out of sight"
"and out of mind - but they do exist, and they have grown, both in their training and numbers"
"mostly due to keeping them out of the headlines, ambassador"
"I have no intention of bringing the jedi front and center. In fact, what I must discuss with them requires the utmost secrecy. Can you arrange that I speak with the highest jedi member possible?"
Shale Apteen again scratched his beard, thinking silently before slowly nodding his head.
"This had better be appropriately handled, Ambassador Tacofer. I will set it up immediately. I trust you to use your discretion"
"Thank you, Mr. Leader"
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Jedi Chamber
Mara walked the causeway as it sloped downward. On each side of her, the walls grew taller and taller, and behind her, the bowels of the senate building disappeared behind her. The last windows shone ever dimming light on the path, and ahead, artificial light cast their florescent glow on the path ahead.
Ahead of her, Shale Apteen silently walked the cooridor, stopping at one of the checkpoints, and flashing an ID at the Republic guards placed there. The guard would offer her a glance as she passed, and then the two of them were alone again.
The facility they were traveling to was about a kilometer away from the senate building, accessible through a subterranean tunnel that allowed the jedi to reach the governing office without concerns of being traced by the press. It also allowed the identity of most of the jedi to remain fairly hidden.
At the end of the walk, a set of heavy blast doors, the image of two lightsabers criss-crossed across the center, two republic guards standing on either side. Apteen nodded his head to one, and he moved and entered a code in a side panel. The two blades of the lightsaber imagery seemed to glow brighter, and then the door split open along the lines of the blades, four triangle-shapes receeding into the walls to open the Jedi Chamber.
The hall was lit dimly, and approaching them was a female jedi, her brown jedi robes matching her hair, tied in a pony, blue eyes carrying the same smile the crossed her lips.
"Speaker Apteen, a pleasure to see you again"
"And you as well, Jedi Nevylinn."
The woman turned her gaze from him to Mara
"And ambassador - an honor to meet you. The council is very curious as to the purpose of your call"
"No doubt. Are they read to see me now?"
She nodded, and Mara turned to the Shale Apteen.
"Speaker, thank you for your assistance"
Apteen's mouth creased into a frown.
"I'm sorry Ambassador - I was intending to be present at this council meeting. I too was curious of what you had to say"
Mara nodded her head
"I understand that, sir. But I'm afraid this is a conversation I must have with them alone"
"They are required to report to me the goings on of these meetings"
"Please don't take this with disrespect, Speaker, but I would not be surprised if the jedi sometimes avoid that requirement. As you said, they have become more discreet. And that means even from elected officials. I have no doubt if they deem it necessary to involve you, they will, but right now, secrecy is of the utmost importance, and the less you know, the better off you and I and everyone is"
Apteen's frown grew darker
"I don't like this, Ambassador"
"nor do I - but it is necessary"
the Jedi looked from one to the other, before speaking
"Should I ask the council to vote on whether the speaker should be present?"
Apteen turned to her, shaking his head
"No, that won't be necessary. But indicate that I will wish to speak with the council tomorrow"
"As you wish, Speaker Apteen"
He gave a final glance to Mara "Ambassador, until next time" and began the trip back up the cooridor. Mara watched him for a moment before turning to the jedi.
"Ambassador, if you'll come this way"
Mara began following, the blast doors closing behind them as they began walking.
"The Speaker called you Jedi Nevylinn"
The woman nodded
"Yes - that's my name. Nevylinn"
"First or last?"
"First - I have no last name. At least that I know of. My sister and I were orphans when we were found"
"Is your sister also a jedi?"
Nevylinn hesitated
"No - actually, I don't know where my sister is. we haven't spoken in a long time"
"I'm sorry to hear that"
There was silence for a few more minutes before Mara again spoke
"You are a full fledged jedi?"
"Yes - I passed my trials about eleven years ago"
"Around the same time as Jedi Masterton?"
Nevylinn nodded her head
"Yes. Melanie and I trained together for some time. She was more advanced that I, passed before me. But we were pretty close initially. How did you know Melanie?"
Mara glanced around the hall as they walked, noting the various tapestries, showing epic jedi battles, or moments of meditation, and various jedi slogans and catch phrases.
"Let's just say we shared a common destiny"
Nevylinn shook her head
"Melanie spoke a lot of destiny, and prophesy ... it seemed so futile. She tried protecting others,and in the end, she and they were killed because of a war that had nothing to do with them"
"Do you know about the prophesy that Melanie spoke of?"
Nevylinn again shook her head
"only bits and pieces"
"Let me assure you, Jedi Nevylinn. the war had everything to do with them"
By this point, they had reached another set of doors and entered the council chamber. the room was artificially lit, here beneath the surface, and in the chairs around the circle perimeter sat a half dozen jedi masters.
"thank you, Jedi Nevylinn"
Nevylinn bowed and stepped out of the room, leaving Mara standing there, scrutinizing them much as they scrutinized her.
"Ambassador Tacofer - your purpose in visiting is hidden to us. As is much about you. We can see the thoughts of every being that passes our path, and yet you are a mystery to us"
"there are larger concerns than my lack of presence"
"that may be true - but would you care to explain?"
Mara thought about the question for a moment. She was one of few people who could easily lie to the jedi without being discovered. But she realized she could tell the truth. Or part of the truth.
"I have been injected with the force-vaccine, compliments of Rutherford Gellar"
"I didn't realize the vaccine was still being produced. Or necessary"
"which brings us to the reason for my visit. My first question pertains to an event that occurred five days ago, at around 13:00 standard galactic time"
"event, ambassador?"
"there was an attempted abduction of several teenagers in the hotel where the Trade Federation and Corporate Sector were negotiating. the abduction was thwarted. my question for you is whether you detected anything at that time."
"Ambassador, we are not a surveillance group, we do not have the power to detect any occurence that happens anywhere in the-"
"I was wondering if you had detected a force signature. Something potent, unrefined. Raw energy"
The jedi council grew quiet, its members glancing at each other, suspicious glances turned her way.
"What do you know of this ... tremor ... in the Force?"
The question was the answer that Mara had feared, and she bowed her head, thinking of the reprecussions. what she said now could impact not just her and Riley, but many others.
"Masters - I believe that there are those in the galaxy who would seek to invoke the Persephonea Prophesy"
The jedi were silent for several minutes before again responding to her.
"The prophesy is over - all of the players are dead"
"The originals of the prophesy are dead. But they each have a replacement. They all have another who carries their blood, their appearances, their characteristics. They are all of them linked together."
"No, it isn't possible. Even if you are referring to the Gellar children, that is only three. The prophesy calls for four. Kimber Patten has no blood relative alive."
"that isn't true, Jedi masters. Kimber Patten had a son"
"who died on Centerpoint, along with her"
Mara shook her head
"The son didn't die"
"Didn't die? Where is this boy?"
"Is my word not good enough?"
"You are asking us to believe that the Persephonea Prophesy is still being played out, we need more than just your guesses"
Mara sighed. She realized she couldn't hide it forever. Couldn't hide him forever. She needed allies, protectors, and the jedi could be discreet - she hoped.
"Very well. My nephew, Riley Tacofer, was born Riley Patten, son of Kimber Patten, and the youngest survivor of the Battle of Center Point. When five days ago, he and three Gellar children were nearly abducted, the creature that tried it called him 'the fourth' It knew who he was. And now you do to. And now I need your assistance, and your protection."
The council was silent, but a figure was approaching from beyond the circle. From a darkened chamber opposite Mara a man was walking slowly toward them. He was not particularly old - not in years at least. But his face and eyes looked worn, and far more lines showed than should have been.
"Protection you want ... protection you shall have. I know you, Ambassador. You are also in the prophesy. Are you not?"
Mara nodded.
"I am"
The jedi nodded his head
"You were wise to come to us, Ambassador ... Tacofer. The storm that you have glimpsed. It is coming. Stronger than before. And it will spread across this galaxy like a blazing fire. All consuming. Unless it is stopped."
He turned to the others in the chamber.
"Council Members, dear masters. Allow me to speak with the ambassador in private. She and I - we have a common destiny"
The six members of the council stood, nodding their heads and disappearing out of the chamber, leaving Mara there alone with the man. Her optical scanners were already trying to match his face, when he again turned to her.
"Now, ambassador of many names. The one who is alive but not ... it is far past time that we should meet. I am Jedi Master Adin Corrin."
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Jedi Chamber
"Now, ambassador of many names.? The one who is alive but not ... it is far past time that we should meet.? I am Jedi Master Adin Corrin."
There were not a great deal of photos of the current jedi order. They had been successful in keeping out of the limelight, and very little about their monkish lifestyles attracted the paparazzi. There were only a scant few photos of the jedi council, fewer still of the other jedi. Mara's database of information had to go back over a decade to put a match to the face. But yes, there it was. A much younger, stronger looking man. Adin Corrin had acted as a recruiter for the jedi before his attention turned to the prophesy. His image was there, a small article that no one read about the departure of a young student from some forgotten planet. Despite his newly aged appearance, the resemblance was there, especially in the eyes.
Mara was surprised to find that he was here. Her sources indicated that he had gone to ground after training Melanie, saving Celeste. He was a target, much like they were. And he had stayed hidden, even after Winton was gone. Mara now knew why - because he was still a target. The war wasn't over. So why here? Why in the center of the republic, albeit buried beneath the bustle of the public streets. The question burned.
"Master Corrin. Your reputation preceeds you"
"And you, Infiltrator"
Mara stiffened slightly at the name, the title.
"I apologize. I know you have long since dropped that designation. You have become something else entirely, a being of choice, a decider like others who live"
"How do you know so much about me?"
Corrin shrugged
"I am a collector of information, much like you"
"My information is classified - it doesn't even exist anymore"
"There are always ways of finding the lost information. You know that. But I've known about you longer than you've known about your role in the prophesy."
"How?"
"About fifteen years ago, I was assigned to go after imperial intelligence. Learn what they knew, see how I could undermine the Empire. I stumbled upon a project, run by imperial intelligence, but with the help of outside sources. The Trade Federation. Corellian engineers. The Empire kept it very, very hushed. They were working on developing an advanced type of battle droid"
Mara nodded
"It was the Guri Project"
Corrin shrugged again
"It was the front for the Guri Project. Winton by then already had greater ambitions and didn't want to even the Emperor to know what he was really working on. Or even the others who worked with him to know. And others were such fools. Rutherford Gellar gave over his granddaughter, not realizing he was handing over the key to a monster, in her blood. Medivh was amazed at what a droid could do, could learn, but didn't know that Winton had set a trigger to make Phage a terror. The jedi, the sith, everyone was fooled."
"So how did you learn about the truth?"
"I hadn't. Not at first. Not until I met Celeste, and the Queen. When I learned about the existence of the prophesy, I saw the flip side of the coin. That was when I learned that Winton was playing the Empire, and his family and friends. He used the prophesy to manipulate some, while keeping his projects going. It was already too late by the time I tied them together. By then, Medivh had withdrawn from the project, trying to take his work away as well. He thought he had succeeded, keeping the secrets without the risks. But Phage was already sabotaged, and it was only a matter of time before he destroyed the Trade Federation, and Medivh sacrificed himself to stop the creation"
"That still doesn't explain how you know about me"
Corrin nodded
"I knew that Winton didn't want a droid warrior. Not one, even as capable as Phage. He wanted control, and he wouldn't cede that to a machine. He was trying to set himself up as invincible. But he couldn't test those technologies on himself. He had to test them on a prototype machine. One that had the Gellar genetic code, the complexity that allowed for life with the strength and durability of a machine. Phage was only part of that prototype, but Winton needed him under control. So I learned that Winton programmed Phage to create a group of human replica droids.
Using the gene, not only in the programming but also in the external skin meant at least a very close resemblance to the source. Valerie Gellar.
When I saw you for the first time, I had my suspicions. Medivh was the one who told me the rest"
"When did you see the Viceroy?"
"After he had stopped Phage the first time. After he was dead but alive, on Ord Radama. I had at first thought the prophesy referred to him, but then I learned about you."
Mara listened patiently, but suddenly, she was seething, suspicious.
"When you sent Melanie to stop Karen - did you know that the prophesy was false?"
Corrin shook his head
"The prophesy was never false. But I had underestimated Winton. He had deceived me like the others. I believed that Karen had to be stopped, at any cost. I am a jedi, and my natural enemy is the sith, the Empire. I didn't know until afterward that Winton was actually not working for the Emperor, but for himself. I had to stop the prophesy from coming to fruition"
"You caused Melanie to kill her best friend!"
"Are you so certain it wouldn't have happened? If not for the prophesy, Melanie and Karen were still on opposite sides of the war. One was a jedi, representing the republic; one was a sith, of the empire. They were mortal enemies, just as they had once been friends. Even without Alexander Winton's ministrations, they would have fought at some point"
"You could have stopped it"
"I had no reason to stop it. I had to stop Winton - father and daughter. I had no way of knowing letting one die would help the other. Oh don't judge me. As if you don't have sins. You have yourself caused the death of more than I can count, including Valerie."
"Phage killed Valerie"
"You could have stopped it"
"I didn't have a choice! I was still under programming"
"And so was Melanie. She didn't have a choice - she had to stop the Sith. So was I. I had to stop Dementat. and Winton"
"It's different"
"Only if you insist on seeing it that way."
Mara was seething now. She didn't care if he knew that Karen was her father's enemy or victim rather than ally. He would have made the same choice. Sent Melanie to kill her. Corrin's eyes looked at her calmly as Mara debated the likelihood of killing the jedi where they stood. He had the force, but she was faster, and ...
"Are you so different, Mara Anna? Isn't it possible that you can be the Infiltrator and a Gellar and a Tacofer all at once? I was at war, and I had to deal with my enemies however it was necessary. I sent Melanie to die and I will forever live with that guilt. But I also saved her mother, and allowed for the family to live on"
"Until they become useful for some other means. To strike against the floundering Empire"
"No. Not again. The jedi may seek to stop Schrag, but my role has changed. I am not fighting the warlord. I have spent the last ten years doing much the same as you - seeking to stop the prophesy from coming to fruition. Like I said, the prophesy was never false, it was just conveyed falsely. It is alive. And Alexander Winton has left enough pieces that an entrepreneur or fanatic or enemy of the Republic or the galaxy can piece together something worse than Winton himself could come up with. For Winton only sought control, dominion by himself. THose who still exist now don't care for control. They want destruction. The galaxy to unravel into chaos. through the rebirth of the abomination"
"Dahlia?"
"Perhaps. I no longer take my assumptions for granted. But it was the feeling of the Force from the young Winton that brought me out of hiding, back to the center of the Republic. I needed to find out what happened. And I needed to meet you."
"Do you know what the threat is?"
"Not entirely - but I know it is out there, and it is real, and it has found the ones it is looking for"
"The four"
Corrin nodded
"The four"
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Jedi Chamber
Mara was taking in what Master Corrin had told him, acknowledging to herself that her worst fears had been confirmed. Someone, an unknown enemy, was seeking to reactivate the worst interpretation of the Persephonea Prophesy. Using the children - Gemma. Dane. Dahlia. And of greatest concern to Mara, Riley. There was no hidden droid army, no Phage, no reborn Alexander Winton. But there was some danger. What worried Mara the most was that she had no idea how it would manifest. Putting the children in danger couldn't be the endgame. As callous as the thought would be, the four of them dying wouldn't accomplish anything. It would be a tragedy, true, but then the four of them couldn't be assets to whoever it was that was trying to set things into motion.
No, it had to be something else. Someone was going to use the four, manipulate them somehow.
Then Mara recalled what the master had said,
Phage was only part of that prototype, but Winton needed him under control. So I learned that Winton programmed Phage to create a group of human replica droids.
A group of replica droids ...
Mara turned her attention back to the jedi who was watching her quietly.
"You said a group of replica droids?"
Corrin nodded
"But Phage ... I was there. He only built -"
"One? You know better than that, Mara Anna. Phage created droids to fulfill his individual missions. And you know he didn't trust you. He didn't give you the access that he had. He didn't want you to know, but isn't it obvious?"
Mara took a few steps back, her hand grasping for the wall. It took a lot to shock a droid, to send one off balance. Mara was normally cool, calm, collected, able to process new information. But it was an inherent aspect of her programming that she was Phage's right hand, that she was his most valued droid. Even hating him, even after destroying him, to have that notion questioned threw her processors tail spinning.
"How ... how many ... how many others are there?"
Corrin shook his head
"No one knows for sure. Phage's files were inaccessible, his records obliterated. Nor does Alexander Winton's specify. I believe Winton left the decision up to Phage"
"Were they mass produced? Are there hundreds out there, identical to me me, waiting somewhere, dormant? Waiting to-"
"To do whatever Phage programmed them to do? A frightening thought, I agree. You were quite a lethal machine, until your programming had run its course. We do know a few things that are good. Phage never had the facilities to create more than a handful of human replica droids. They aren't factory-buildable machines. Each must be grown individually, to bind the programming, machinery, and biology together. It also appears that Phage did not have an alternate coding to use. Meaning any replicas made by Phage would look very much like you"
'Winton created droids that appeared like members of his entire family"
"Yes, but those were custom created by Winton. He didn't give that to Phage"
"What if he did? Or what if he created another model to cause trouble in the future?"
"Alexander Winton never wanted too many models, because he was afraid they would rise against him. Ironically, he gave the gene to Phage to keep its use limited, and to his own models, but to none other. Which means what we are looking for are a handful of Infilitrator-class human replica droids -"
"Who look just like me?"
"Yes"
"How am I supposed to respond to that? How can I tell my security staff, or Rutherford Gellar, or Riley that they can't trust someone who looks like me, when they can't tell the difference?"
"Therein lies the crux of the issue, isn't it?"
Mara turned away, looking at the walls and columns of the council room. Her eyes came to rest on a reflective sheet of shiny durasteel, taking a step forward, looking at her image.
"I have to go away"
"That wouldn't help. It wouldn't be enough."
Corrin stepped forward
"You are not just an infiltrator anymore. You are a guardian of a child, negotiatior and ambassador of the Trade Federation. You are recognized in galactic politics and news. An imposter, your twin, could step into any of those roles and wreak havoc on all that you love and built. You need to destroy every connection you have, destroy your titles and positions. And you need to do it soon. Because while I don't know where your sister droids have been for the last ten or twelve years, I know that the triggering event has happened. And they will be here soon."
Mara turned to face him, a pained look in her face.
"You just stood by. You knew all of this and stood by, letting the pieces fall into place. I'm just another one of your pawns, like Melanie was."
"There was nothing I could have done, Mara"
"How did you know I wasn't an imposter coming in? to see the jedi today?"
He shrugged
"Intuition? The things you know, no replica would know. I hope."
"And what about next time?"
"The next time I see you, I will have to assume you are an enemy"
"Just another casualty in your war, aren't I?"
"I truly am sorry, Mara"
Mara turned away again.
"I have to go. I have to warn Riley. The Federation. I have to stop it before it's too late."
She began heading back out, stopping briefly, turning her head back.
"The next time we see each other, you'll know it's me. I might look the same, but I am not just a machine. If you can tell twins apart, you'll be able to tell me apart from mine. I won't be a casualty of your war, and neither will Riley"
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Riley was smiling as he made his way out of the classroom. He had given a presentation on trade routes, a fantastic job done thanks to his personal experience working for the Federation. He was making his way out, laughing with some of his new friends, when he looked up and found, near some of the Federation security personnel, Aunt Mara. She had a smile on her face, but it had that forced look that he had learned so well. Something was wrong.
Riley's smile disappeared as he approached.
"Hi Aunt Mara. What's wrong?"
"I don't want to talk about it near the school. Someone might hear. We'll discuss it on the way"
"On the way where?"
"Let's keep that a secret for now too, okay? Come on. I promise I'll make it up to you."
Riley nodded, glancing back at the school with a strange sense of longing. It had been such a good day, and despite the danger, he had started feeling at home here. Now, he felt like whatever was bothering his aunt would mean he'd never see the school again.
And with a sigh, he slipped into the hover craft, followed by his aunt.
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Riley didn't understand what was going on. Aunt Mara had hurried him away from school to a small shuttle hangar near the outskirts of town. There, with a short tone that left no room for questions, she had ordered him to board an ancient looking lambda-class.
Riley was about to ask if he could help pilot the ship, but his aunt hadn't so much as spoken to him, moving to the cockpit and closing the door behind her. Riley hadn't seen her since.
That was hours ago. Through the transparasteel windows, Riley had watched the takeoff, escaping Chandaar's atmosphere, and disapearing into the beautiful streaks of hyperspace. When the cockpit doors remained closed, he had drifted off to sleep.
Running - he could feel himself running, and glancing behind him, a large ball of fire. He was trying to run, faster, but suddenly, he heard the sound of screaming.
"Valerie, help me!"
He stepped into a room to find two women, familiar but different. One, kneeling down, his Aunt Mara, though her hair was a different color. The other, lying prone on the ground and in the throes of labor was ... despite the sweat, the pale face, and that fact that he had never met her, he still recognized her immediately, from the picture.
"Mom?"
Riley's mother didn't hear him. She was still pushing, until an infant boy appeared.
"Riley ... his name is Riley..."
His Aunt Mara nodded, holding the child.
"Valerie ... you'll take care of him ..."
"I ... I will"
She offered a weak smile, blinking at the darkness closing in.
"My dress ..."
"Don't worry Kimber. You still look fabulous ..."
Riley's mother's eyes closed with a soft smile on her face as Aunt Mara leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Kimber's forehead before adjusting the squirming boy in her arms.
"Don't worry Riley. I'll take care of you. Your Aunt Mara will take care of you."
His Aunt Mara ran out of the room, and Riley stared down at his mother, appearing almost as if she were asleep, though already, the color was draining from her face. No, she was dead.
That was when Riley heard her again - her voice, although her body remained still in front of him
"Riley, my son, be careful - there is more than one - beware of the look alikes"
The fireball consumed the rest of the dream, and Riley awoke in a sweat. Glancing out the window, he could see the ship was decelerating, having left hyperspace and moving toward a planet.
The door to the cockpit opened and his aunt, dressed in a tight-fitting jumpsuit instead of her usual federation business attire, was looking him over, a strange look, a foreign look in her eyes.
"Riley Patten - we've reached our destination"
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Mara had rushed back to the hotel, hoping to find Riley there, only realizing upon her arrival that Riley was still in school. ? She shook her head. ? Of course she knew where Riley was. ? Forgetting was not a normal occurence for a machine. ? Coming here first told Mara that she wasn't thinking her actions through, and that could get her, and Riley, and many others killed.
She turned around, about to head toward the door, when an aide indicates she has a message from Rutherford Gellar. ? Glancing to the door, she frowned as she headed back into the office. ? Rutherford was in danger too, and for all her dislike of the man, she needed him safe. ? Taking a seat, she pressed for the message to play.
“Ambassafor Tacofer, this is Rutherford Gellar. I know this is going to sound very strange but my daughter Gemma believes Riley in somehow in danger. She said - and I am not entirely clear on this - that those with the face of a fallen friend were coming for him. Does that mean anything to you? Please let me know when you receive this and if I can be of any assistance. Thank you.â€
Mara stared at the comm unit as the message ended, leaving her in silence. ? It was a warning she had already figured out for herself. Riley was in danger from those with the face of a fallen friend. ? She looked up, staring at her reflection in one of the room's mirrors. ? Her conversation with the jedi told her what she feared. ? It was her face that was dangerous. ? She hadn't fallen. ? But she did share the face of one who had. ? And that means the others who looked like her also looked the one who fell - Valerie.
Mara wasn't certain who was calling Valerie a 'fallen friend' - Gemma Masterton had never known Valerie. ? But that was a puzzle for another time. ? Her fears about Riley being in danger had been confirmed by a ten year old light years away from her. ? Right now, she had to save him.
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It was just a short while later when she stood outside the school, dread filling her. ? She was too late. ? When she asked the teacher where Riley was, the teacher gave her an odd expression, and indicated that Mara had picked him up just a few minutes ago.
Mara was reeling, as she looked around, trying to spy out some sign of Riley or his abductor, but whoever it was, was long gone.
For all her cerebral abilities, she could not fathom what to do next, how to find and save Riley, how to undue what her carelessness had caused.
And because she needed help, and didn't know who to turn to, she lifted the comm and called the one who she blamed for it all.
"Rutherford - Riley's been taken. ? I don't know where he is"
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Rutherford receives the call he was hoping would not come. A vast part of him had hoped Gemma's dreams were only the work of an imaginative child. By now he should know better. Their powers, inherited from Celeste and the slain Queen, were beginning to surface in Dahlia and Gemma but strangely, not Dane. At least not that he knew about. Rutherford was told that Melanie, closest resembling Gemma, was more empathic with her Force abilities. She was able to see and feel things that others could not which is why he was driven to warn the Ambassador after the conversation with his daughter. How she had been given this information from Melanie is not something he can think about right now.
"Rutherford - Riley's been taken. I don't know where he is."
He grips the com device, keeping his voice low and steady.
"Return to the Hotel Mermeia. I will be there shortly. And Mara? This is important. You must try and remain calm, as if nothing has happened. If he has been taken, those responsible may be watching for a reaction or outburst to use against you or the Federation. Tell your people to expect me, that our meeting had already been arranged. Can you do that?"
"Yes."
"Then I will see you soon."
Rutherford clicks off and grabs his blazer, signaling for Garron who appears moments later. It does not take him long to decipher the look on his face.
"Trouble, Lord Gellar?"
"Get your sister," he says. "We may have a very serious problem."
*
Counselor Circe Prescott joins them in the lobby of the Hotel Ovallus. She had been instructed to dress more casually, as if she were simply joining them for dinner. Garron nods to her as they step out into the crisp evening air. Rutherford's mind is spiraling with scenario's. The basic truth is that Mara despises him and quite frankly he is surprised she did not first accuse him or the Sector of sabotage. She must know that would be counter-productive to the ultimate goals of both their factions. If she reached out to him, she must really be desperate and if he assisted in the search and rescue of her nephew, perhaps she would be more receptive and agreeable further down the line.
A large knot of dread twists itself in his stomach. With the information he knows Mara possesses, it is not entirely implausible the past they had so hoped would stay buried has finally revealed itself. They were all targets once upon a time and that would unfortunately extend to the children in their care. He is suddenly thankful Celeste decided to leave when she did.
They enter the Hotel Mermeia and walk steadily to the Federation agents waiting near the lifts. Without a word, they enter and are taken not to a conference room but to the Ambassador's personal suite.
Mara's face is a mask of neutrality as she dismisses the agents, leaving them alone.
Rutherford speaks first.
"Ambassador Tacofer, may I introduce my associate Garron Prescott and his sister, Republic Counselor Circe Prescott. They are trusted confidante's and are two of the only people, outside myself and my wife, who knows about the prophecy and the people involved which is why they are here. Let me assure you that anything we discuss will be kept confidential and our priority is to find your nephew. Any resources you may need will be at your disposal."
He folds his hands in front of him.
"Transparency and honesty are going to be key here and to prove to you that I mean what I say, I will tell you what I know. Earlier this afternoon, I received a call from my daughter, Gemma. She was insistent that Riley was in trouble, that I had to warn him about people coming for him. As I'm sure you may know, the Force is strong with the Masterton family. Gemma has been plagued with dreams throughout her childhood, vivid nightmares about monsters chasing her and a boy she does not know but somehow always appeared in these dreams. When I questioned her about the people who she believed were coming for Riley, Gemma told me that they had the face of a fallen friend. I'm afraid I do not know what that means but how she got came upon this information is what is most troubling."
Mara crosses her arms, waiting.
Rutherford knows it will sound insane but proceeds none the less.
"Gemma said that Melanie told her to warn Riley."
Circe glances sharply at him, stunned.
Garron's brow is furrowed in thought.
"Now, I do not know how this is even possible and I am hardly versed in the ways of the Force but if Melanie has reached out to Gemma with a specific warning, it may be the best place to start looking. None of Gemma's friends have passed away so I am certain this friend she speaks of is not someone close to her. It may not even be someone she knows."
"Perhaps it is a friend Melanie lost," Circe says distantly. "There were so many."
Garron nods, "I was under the impression that, with the exception of you Circe, all of Melanie's friends were dead."
"They are," Rutherford says, leveling his gaze at Mara. "Does any of this make sense to you?"
-TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
"Return to the Hotel Mermeia. I will be there shortly. And Mara? This is important. You must try and remain calm, as if nothing has happened. If he has been taken, those responsible may be watching for a reaction or outburst to use against you or the Federation. Tell your people to expect me, that our meeting had already been arranged. Can you do that?"
Mara feels foolish being told to remain calm. In part, because she already knew that. And in part, because it seemed impossible. Maybe Gellar didn't realize the implications of what had happened, or maybe he was smart enough (or foolish enough) to think keeping it a secret would help. Still, she complied with his wishes
"Yes."
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When Rutherford and his escort reach the Mermeia and encounter the Federation agents, there is no noticeable change in their demeanor, but there is a tension in their faces that could not be denied.
The turbolift had been commandeered, and the trip upward was silent.
The are escorted to Mara's suite and left alone.
"Ambassador Tacofer, may I introduce my associate Garron Prescott and his sister, Republic Counselor Circe Prescott. They are trusted confidante's and are two of the only people, outside myself and my wife, who knows about the prophecy and the people involved which is why they are here. Let me assure you that anything we discuss will be kept confidential and our priority is to find your nephew. Any resources you may need will be at your disposal."
Mara glances at the two. Both look familiar, but at the moment, she isn't about to go through her data files to determine from where. Instead, she turns her attention back to Rutherford as he continues speaking.
"Transparency and honesty are going to be key here and to prove to you that I mean what I say, I will tell you what I know. Earlier this afternoon, I received a call from my daughter, Gemma. She was insistent that Riley was in trouble, that I had to warn him about people coming for him. As I'm sure you may know, the Force is strong with the Masterton family. Gemma has been plagued with dreams throughout her childhood, vivid nightmares about monsters chasing her and a boy she does not know but somehow always appeared in these dreams. When I questioned her about the people who she believed were coming for Riley, Gemma told me that they had the face of a fallen friend. I'm afraid I do not know what that means but how she got came upon this information is what is most troubling."
"Gemma said that Melanie told her to warn Riley."
"Now, I do not know how this is even possible and I am hardly versed in the ways of the Force but if Melanie has reached out to Gemma with a specific warning, it may be the best place to start looking. None of Gemma's friends have passed away so I am certain this friend she speaks of is not someone close to her. It may not even be someone she knows."
"Perhaps it is a friend Melanie lost," Circe says distantly. "There were so many."
Garron nods, "I was under the impression that, with the exception of you Circe, all of Melanie's friends were dead."
"They are," Rutherford says, leveling his gaze at Mara. "Does any of this make sense to you?"
It did. Mara had no doubts now - if Melanie was the one who sent the message ...
"The fallen friend of Melanie's ... it was Valerie. Valerie is the one who died first."
She turned away from them, glancing at her reflection in the shiny paneling along the wall. Even with a few shifts in appearance, the resemblance was uncanny.
"I told you that Valerie's genetic code was used to create Phage. And that's true. But Phage was only the half-way point. A cog in Alexander Winton's production. In order to duplicate himself, to clone himself using technology to make his new form that much stronger, he needed a prototype. A special clone that carried on the appearance and abilities of another. He already had the genetic coding, already had that special enzyme needed. Making the prototype was easy enough"
Mara had not told Rutherford who she was. She had hoped she never would have to. Being a destroyer of Alexander Winton was enough of a role. But now? How could she explain that others that looked like her were a danger, without making the jump? She had to reveal the truth. Even if it meant she would be on the run again. It didn't matter now, anyways. All her running, and Riley was taken; the enemy had caught up to her at last.
She turned back to him.
"If Valerie was the model, than the prototype ... was me. You see, Rutherford, I am Valerie's clone. It is why I have Valerie's face. And the ones that Melanie warned your daughter about - the ones with the face of the fallen friend. They look like Valerie. They look like me."
There was silence as the three of them tried taking the statements in. Undoubtedly, it would put her in a whole new light. But she wasn't done.
"It's why Riley calls me his aunt. Because I am. In my own way. Riley is Valerie's nephew. He is Kimber Patten's son. I saved him from Centerpoint Station, ten years ago. That is why he is the fourth. Riley is the Patten, Gemma is the Masterton, Dane is the Gellar, and Dahlia ... she is the Winton."
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
"If Valerie was the model, than the prototype ... was me. You see, Rutherford, I am Valerie's clone. It is why I have Valerie's face. And the ones that Melanie warned your daughter about - the ones with the face of the fallen friend. They look like Valerie. They look like me."
A clone. Valerie's clone. His beloved, tenacious and brave granddaughter. The one he let slip through his fingers. Now it makes sense, the reason he felt Mara looked so familiar to him at first. The connection Garron was able to make to the Confederation traitor known as Mara Anna. Darken the hair, apply some makeup, put her in a designer gown and Mara Tacofer would become Valerie Gellar. This, unfortunately, does not lessen the vibrantly palpable shock in the room. He wills himself to speak but Mara does so first.
"It's why Riley calls me his aunt. Because I am. In my own way. Riley is Valerie's nephew. He is Kimber Patten's son. I saved him from Centerpoint Station, ten years ago-"
It is Circe who makes the first move, cutting her off.
"You. You were on that station with them? With Kimber and Melanie? With my team? You delivered her child?"
She nods.
"That is why he is the fourth. Riley is the Patten, Gemma is the Masterton, Dane is the Gellar, and Dahlia ... she is the Winton."
Circe and Garron fall deathly silent, glancing at Rutherford. And in spite of himself, despite everything that is at stake, he knows how large a risk Mara has taken by revealing this information. As a man of his word, he returns the favor, praying his wife would forgive him.
"You are right," Rutherford says. "A Winton she is."
"Lord Gellar," Garron protests.
He holds up a hand, "No, she is just as much a part of this as we are. We have kept these secrets for too long and still, the past has refused to remain there."
He trains his gaze on Mara's face.
"Thirteen years ago, Queen Greyson-Winton reached out and begged me for help. She always had doubts about Alexander's activities after he moved the family to Coruscant. He became more secretive, more aggressive and had begun to create distance between the parents of The Four and their children. He convinced them that the prophecy meant great things for all of them. They did the things he asked because of Palpatine's edict about Force users who lived in constant danger of being exposed or exterminated. The Queen even let go of Alexia as the Empire's weapon if it meant that sacrifice would guarantee Karen and Melanie's security. But, as we all know, it was much more than that and as the lies continued to pile up, so did the bodies. Celeste told me that the Queen had tried to warn Alexia that she was being deceived by her father and, as punishment, she was exiled on Naboo. It was then she discovered was she pregnant with her third child. Knowing it was too late to stop what Alexander had put in motion and fearful the child would be used for similarly malicious purposes, she first contacted the Jedi before contacting me."
Rutherford exhales, shaking his head.
"The Queen admitted that she knew what Alexander had done to me and my family and asked that I take her child and protect it from him. The Jedi was going to arrange the escape but before the plan unfolded, Celeste realized what Alexander was doing and took off for Naboo. Doctor Henrick Masterton also uncovered that Alexander had been using a student in the core, Reef Stratford, to spy on and manipulate The Four. He took the prototype of the Force vaccine he was working on and followed Celeste. On Naboo, the Queen was going into labor and Henrick delivered the baby, a girl, whom the Queen named Dahlia. Unfortunately, Alexander was not far behind and, after a discussion with the Jedi Master Corrin, Henrick injected his wife and the child and sent them to the Corporate Sector. That is when I first met Celeste and she and Dahlia changed my life forever. We believe Alexander Winton murdered the Queen and Henrick Masterton but, because of the vaccine which I replicated at ChemiX, Celeste and Dahlia were unable to be found. We legally adopted Dahlia and have raised her as our own alongside Dane and Gemma."
The weight of this admission is visibly lifted from him.
"We had hoped we would be able to give them the normal lives their relatives were denied because of the prophecy. But as they grew, Gemma's nightmares gave us cause for concern. The boy in the dreams, someone she called the forth, was alarming but we could not understand how or why. If Riley is that boy then he may complete a pattern. Celeste mentioned the prophecy and the four named within it are based on four archetypes - The sinner, the savior, the sacrifice and the leverage."
"What archetypes?" Mara says.
Circe steps forward, having a similar psychological skill set as Celeste.
"The sinner is corrupted, selfish and indulgent. The savior is altruistic and sympathetic. The sacrifice is noble and courageous. And the leverage? Well, the leverage is someone who hangs in the balance, someone beloved and dear who's safety or lack thereof would motivate others into action. In the original Four, Karen was the sinner. Melanie was the savior. Valerie, the sacrifice. Kimber, the leverage. We cannot assume these roles would be automatically placed on their counterparts but it's not a stretch. If Riley is being used to serve as leverage, that could be why he was taken."
Garron glances between them all and interjects.
"More importantly, if this enemy has your face, Valerie's face, then we need to figure out where they have been hiding for the past ten years. You and Riley were in plain sight but that may not be true for the others. Forgive me if this sounds crude but, if you are the original clone, where were you made?"
-TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
"More importantly, if this enemy has your face, Valerie's face, then we need to figure out where they have been hiding for the past ten years. You and Riley were in plain sight but that may not be true for the others. Forgive me if this sounds crude but, if you are the original clone, where were you made?"
Made - it was a strange way of putting it, although obviously it was true. Mara had not been born; she was built. The direness of the situation was probably the only reason they weren't questioning her more about who and what she was. A clone, yes, but a machine? It was easier to accept clones that machines. Leftover clones from the wars still lingered about, having lives of their own. But machines, even ones as sophisticated as a human replica droid? No, they were still given a lower status among most in the galaxy, all the more so after Phage gave all sophisticated droids a bad name. She told them she was a clone, but she was not ready to reveal that she was a machine. Even if they would figure it out eventually anyways.
Mara turned her head to Garron as he asked his question, closing her eyes briefly before and thinking back to her birth. She blinked, opening them again.
"Phage had created a base of operations amidst the asteroid field remnants of Coruscant. A massive base, secure and hidden from most prying eyes. He had a facility on that station that allowed for my ... production. But that facility has been destroyed. Alexander Winton had created a number of other facilities as well, spread across the galaxy. But those facilities have also been destroyed. I have spoken with the jedi - they are confident that the production of these Valerie look-alikes has stopped. Nor do they or I believe that Phage created any more of my kind after ... well after I gunned him down. Even when he was rebuilt, he no longer trusted the likes of me"
Mara allowed herself a brief smile before her face hardened again into a frown.
"But I have no way of knowing how many look alikes Phage created initially. I was created to procure the resources of the broken-up Trade Federation, to collect its shattered pieces and bring them to Phage for his new assault. Additionally, I was tasked with assassinating a number of targets who stopped Phage when he originally assaulted Corellia. But until recently, I had no idea that he had created any others like me. It was probably foolishness on my part. Why create one servant when you can create two, or three, or ... well I guess that's the question."
Mara turned away from them for a moment, again glancing at her reflection. Phage was efficient, as most machines were.
"Creating me required a huge drain on time and resources for Phage. He wouldn't have created more than necessary for his tasks. To find out how many there are, we would have to figure out how many tasks Phage needed them - us - for. And because Phage and everything he created has been destroyed, I have no way of guessing or finding that out."
-TBC
Somewhere
Riley blinked awake, staring up at the harsh florescent lighting above his cot. It could barely be called that - a stone slab with a thin sheet underneath, and an equally thin blanket on top. It was uncomfortable, but he slept because he really had nothing else to do.
"Time to eat, Riley"
It was the voice of his aunt Mara, but Riley was fairly certain it WASN'T Mara - there was a stiffness common between the two women, and their appearance was identical, but this person, she just didn't have the personality. She wasn't warm. And of course, His aunt probably wouldn't lock him in a cell indefinitely. Not even when she had grounded him. No, this was some sort of imposter. But what was Riley to do?
he swung his legs off the bed, glancing over at the edge of the room. It was a prison cell of sorts. Square, and gray there were two other 'beds' like his own, and an electronic field standing between him and freedom. beyond the electronic field, the paneling gave way to what appeared to be a darkened cave, the rocks jutting out unevenly from the walls, and the darkness was immense. Where the light shone out, the stones and dust appeared a bright orange color, but most of the outside was still in shadow. Far across the room, another bright light shone to reveal another cell, similar to his own, only empty.
The electronic field shimmered as it disengaged and Riley's eyes turned to the aunt look alike as she entered, placing the tray of food next to his bed and grabbing the previous meal's leftovers. She frowned as she looked down at it.
"You haven't eaten enough Riley"
"I wasn't hungry"
"You need to eat your food. We need you to remain strong"
"Who is we?"
She didn't answer, taking the old tray away and making her way out of the cell. The first day he had been here, he had tried running out of the cell when the field had disengaged. But she had caught him and with a strength he didn't believe his own aunt had, shoved him back into the cell. He still had bruises from where he collided against the wall. That was another indicator it wasn't his aunt - Aunt Mara had never hurt him.
The woman stepped out a and the electronic field shimmered back into place. She turned to face him.
"Eat, Riley. We need you to remain strong. Don't worry, you'll have company soon"
"Who?"
"the other three"
The woman walked away, leaving Riley to his food and his thoughts.
TBC
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Somewhere
As Riley falls into a fitful slumber in the cell, his mind clouds with a thick fog that swirls around him before pulling apart into thin wisps of smoke. He finds himself walking into a clearing that leads up to a country house. There are two rows of blooming flowers along the walkway to the front porch. To the north, large expertly trimmed hedges surround what looks like a sunken garden.
"Welcome home," a voice says behind him.
Riley turns quickly, startled to find Kimber Patten standing a few feet away. She possesses a radiant glow, button nose crinkling as she smiles. Her auburn hair is straightened and flips off her exposed tan shoulders. The short pink cupcake dress is one he recognizes from the photage he has seen of her but those pictures pale in comparison to her actual beauty.
"Mother...?"
"Yes, Riley. It's me."
"How can you..where are we?"
She giggles, closing the distance between them.
"The afterlife works in mysterious ways, I suppose. This, my son, is what you would call a place of origin. Actually, it's your birthright. This is the Patten Ranch, built by your great grandparents, the house your grandmother was raised in, the house I was raised in...the house I was supposed to raise you in."
"This is where you are from? Where is it?"
"On Corellia about a hundred kilometer's outside of Coronet City. It's stunning isn't it? Your grandma Lilandra took great pride in keeping these grounds meticulously groomed. It was her passion."
Kimber extends a hand.
"Join me?"
He is overwhelmed with emotion but takes her hand. Together, they walk down into the gardens.
"I left this and much more in your name, your true name, to claim when you are ready."
"What about Aunt Mara?"
Kimber smiles down at him.
"There is more than enough to provide for both of you. That's the thing about wealth. You can't take it with you. So I left it for you. Mara has cared for you well, despite your current circumstance, and that makes me very happy. I'm so sorry I could not be there for you the way I wanted to be. Things sometimes don't work out the way we want them to."
Riley frowns, slowing his step.
"I saw you die, right after you had me. Was it my fault?"
"No, baby," she says, kneeling in front of him. "Not at all. A lot had happened throughout my pregnancy, a lot more than I can explain to you in a way that will make sense. We were on the run from the Empire and I was very frightened. But I knew you were special, that you would go on to do great things. You were destined to make right our wrongs. My friends and I..."
"Were famous. I know."
"Yes but, as it turns out, for all the wrong reasons. Our fates were being controlled by someone else and although we made the smaller choices of our own free will, it all fed into a much larger, more sinister plot."
"I don't understand."
"To say things were complicated doesn't even begin to cover it."
"What about my father?"
She pauses, biting her lower lip.
"Your father."
He had the picture of Kimber, linking him to her but nothing to round out his biological makeup, no male anchor to emulate or understand.
"Aunt Mara never mentioned him."
"That's because she never knew him," Kimber says.
"Tell me."
"His name was Mod Navris, an agent of the Imperial Security Bureau. We met when I was assigned to his ship."
"You...were an Imperial?"
"I was many things - Cheerleader, model, CorSec student, Imperial counselor, Hapan fashion designer, pregnant fugitive. These were the roles that defined me but there were certain circumstances that played a vital role in your father crossing my path. Melanie was missing, Karen had been summoned by the Emperor Dementat, and Valerie was in considerable danger. The Empire promised to help her if I assumed a role and I foolishly believed them. Terrible acts were committed in their name but through this, your father saw them for what they really were. He was going to leave the Empire to be with me but he never got the chance."
Riley's eyes widen, "What happened to him?"
"Another agent named Marius Guile killed most of our team including your father."
"And Agent Guile?"
"After I learned I was pregnant, Melanie emerged a Jedi who swore to protect us. We hid with the Republic on Arbra for a time and fled back to Corellia when the Empire discovered their base. Agent Guile infiltrated our hideout and tried to finish what he started except I killed him first and avenged your father. I would have done anything to keep you safe."
"I was never told any of this."
"There is a reason for that but there comes a time when information must be revealed, to have a clearer picture in order to proceed. The story in its entirety can be found if you know where to look and when you feel you are ready. Right now, there are more important things at stake."
They wander through the stone path and sit next to one another on a bench. She crosses her long legs and sighs.
"You are in danger but you must stay strong."
"The woman who took me looks like Aunt Mara but it's not her, is it?"
"No," Kimber says softly. "It's not. There will be others who look like her but you must never trust them. They will lie to you. They will try to make you believe that you are not wanted, that you and the others represent the legacy of what we left behind."
"She mentioned three others."
"The others she spoke of refers to your counterparts; Dane Gellar, Gemma Masterton and Dahlia Winton."
Riley makes a face, "She's...a Winton?"
"To protect her from the evil of her real father, the man ultimately responsible for our death's, her mother sent her to the Corporate Sector. There she was raised by Celeste Masterton and Rutherford Gellar as one of their own."
"I thought the Winton's were all bad people."
"Alexander and his daughter Alexia were indeed terrible individuals who caused great harm to many people. Monica was a tragic victim of her husband's crimes. And Karen, well, even though Melanie insisted, I do not believe she was consumed entirely by the dark side. Everyone is capable of redemption, Riley. After all, Karen isn't the one who killed us. The lies and manipulations of her father, however, did."
"What about Dahlia? Is she bad?"
Kimber shrugs as such a definitive statement was difficult to confirm or deny.
"Unfortunately, these lies did not die with us or with Alexander. There are others that believe them to be true and that you and the others are a threat to the mess we made of things. We left the galaxy in shambles and they believe you four have the power to restore balance which is why they will try and turn you - Winton, Masterton, Gellar and Patten. That is why Mara has fought so hard to conceal your identity much the same way Rutherford and Celeste have tried to keep Dahlia's heritage a secret. But, as we once learned, no secret can stay buried forever."
"Four...the monster called me the forth."
"It knows you are a Patten as does the girl for whom your heart beats."
Riley inhales, looking up into her face.
"Gemma."
Kimber nods, "She sees and feels things others cannot. Trusting those feelings will keep you safe."
"Will she be taken?"
"They all will. You will need to rely on each other in order to survive. You will be stronger together. Each of you possesses a certain skill necessary to overcome the challenges you face but for every strength there is a weakness that is it's undoing. Be mindful of these things and you can avoid repeating the mistakes we made."
Riley leans into her as she pulls him into an embrace. She kisses his forehead lightly, a gesture she had never been able to do in life.
"You are compassionate and resourceful, Riley. Mara has taught you well. Remember what you have learned. Everything she has done was to protect you and right now, she needs you to be brave until she can find you. Can you do that for me? For her?"
"Yes, mother. I can."
He pulls back, saddened that he will never know her in any real tangible way.
"What I need you to know, more than anything, is that I love you."
Kimber places a hand over his heart.
"And I will always be with you."
*
Riley's violet eyes flutter open, finding himself still a captive in the cell. Emboldened by his mother's love and fortified by Aunt Mara's every sacrifice for his happiness, he pushes the fear from his mind and waits.
-TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
Rutherford is floored by the information coming from Mara. Not only is there more of these clones out there but they have no idea where they are or where they would go. He should be asking questions focused more specifically on who Mara is and how she works but it seems trivial at the moment. These details could be broached at a later time.
Garron gets a call and excuses himself, leaving Rutherford and Circe with Mara.
"Unfortunately, we are no closer to finding Riley if there are no leads on where these clones would take him. I am relieved to know that the facilities capable of creating more of the clones have been destroyed but that leaves us at square one. What concerns me is that if you were once given a list of targets to eliminate that they would somehow have similar objectives. I need to tighten security in D'ian and warn Celeste."
Garron rushes back into the room, "Lord Gellar. We have a problem."
They all turn to look at him.
"Word from the Sector. It appears that Dahlia, Dane and Gemma have been abducted. The driver has been murdered and left outside of Valor Prep. Two of the Gellar Estate security team were killed and Lady Masterton was attacked."
Rutherford gasps, "Is she alright?"
"Lady Masterton sustained minor abrasions and bruising but the Espos are with her now. They have activated the tracking device on the hoverlimo and are currently in pursuit."
"Who took my children?"
Garron pauses, glancing past him to look at Mara.
"Exactly who Gemma said would come for them. Someone with the face of Valerie Gellar. Lady Masterton confirmed it. It was one of the clones."
Rutherford can barely contain himself.
"Are they alive?"
"Dahlia was when she was taken. We do not have confirmation of the same on Dane or Gemma. I am sorry, Lord Gellar."
Fuming, he throws a chair against the wall, leaning over the dining table with his hands balled into fists.
Circe jumps back behind Garron.
Mara doesn't even flinch.
"I can't lose them," he hisses. "Not again. Not like with Abra, Blair and Valerie. I lost my family once and I swore to everything holy that I would never let that happen again."
Rutherford straightens, turning to Mara.
"Now they have all four of them. We need to get them back before they share the fates of their counterparts. We don't have information or insight but I'll bet the Jedi does. You said you met with them before. I think it's time we pay them another visit."
-TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
"I can't lose them," he hisses. "Not again. Not like with Abra, Blair and Valerie. I lost my family once and I swore to everything holy that I would never let that happen again."
Mara faces Rutherford, analyzing him for a moment. He seems so sincere, so racked with guilt, anger. Maybe he HAD changed - but then again, maybe he didn't want to suffer another loss. Either seemed plausible, and Mara was not prepared to give him the benefit of the doubt - not yet, anyways.
"Now they have all four of them. We need to get them back before they share the fates of their counterparts. We don't have information or insight but I'll bet the Jedi does. You said you met with them before. I think it's time we pay them another visit."
Mara nodded her head.
"They won't be killed - whatever the abductors have planned, they aren't killing them. They are too valuable alive. ANd if they wanted the four of them dead, they would be already."
It was a blunt assessment but it made sense. If the enemy - whoever the enemy really was - wanted the children dead, they would have been shot rather than kidnapped. That would be the sad end of it all. No, they were being held, alive somewhere, and for some evil purpose. To invoke the prophesy? Old religions would treat sacrifices as kings and queens before a ritual slaughter. Even more civilized societies would make sure those condemned were in perfect health, with a delicious last meal before subjecting them to the death penalty. If they wanted the four dead, they had other steps first. And that meant Mara had time. But Rutherford was right - it was time to bring in the jedi, who had been watching passively from the sidelines for too long.
"Let's bring them here - the jedi need to come out of hiding if they are to be any use to us."
She pulled from a pocket a small card, a commlink connection that had been given to her what seemed like years ago but in fact had been just a matter of hours.
"Master Corrin - this is Mara Tacofer. Our fears have been realized. The children have been taken. And we need your help."
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It was less than an hour later when three robed individuals stepped into the Federation Conference chamber.
One, a young adult woman with brown hair tied in pony tail, blue eyes, and a soft facial expression. Mara immediately recognized her as the Jedi Nevylinn, who had escorted her to the jedi chamber.
A second jedi, a middle aged fellow, short blond hair and brown eyes, facial features hard where Nevylinn's had been soft. He was tall, near six feet, and had a muscular build.
The third was Master Adin Corrin. His hair was black, but speckled with gray. His eyes carried wisdom and patience and he had lines on his face that marked the stress of his journeys and trials. It was Master Corrin who spoke first.
"It is as I feared, is it not?"
Mara simply nodded. Rutherford looked at first surprised to see the jedi, then his expression turned to one of anger.
"You ... you could have stopped this"
Corrin looked to him and shook his head.
"It was not possible - we had no way of knowing this was coming"
"But that isn't true, is it. You knew this could happen. You knew it WOULD happen. The prophesy, the enemies. And you stood by and did nothing! This is your fault!"
"There are many who are at fault, Rutherford. And many who are to blame more than the jedi. What matters now is finding the children and bringing them back safely."
Rutherford glowered at the jedi. Nevylinn and the other jedi avoided his gaze, but Corrin looked him straight on.
"I want you to tell me what you know. Not part of it. Not just what you want me to hear. Not what it takes to manipulate me, the same as Winton did. The whole truth. Tell me now, or I swear the blood of my children will be on your hands, and I will destroy you"
Corrin let out an aggrieved sigh
"That won't be necessary, nor prudent, Rutherford. I am not your enemy. I never have been. And there are forces at play here that are far more dangerous than the jedi. I need your help - and what's more, right now, you need my help as well."
TBC
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Somewhere
Riley was leaning on his back - there wasn't much else to do in this cell - when he heard noise. Except unlike the normal sound of his aunt-look-alike approaching, it sounded like more. He swung his legs down, staring out of the harshly lit cell into the darkness beyond, watching as several shadows approached, slowly becoming more recognizable. At the head of the column, was the one who looked like his aunt, though something about her eyes looked colder, unfeeling. Every time she came, the look gave him a shudder.
But behind her was perhaps a more frightening visage - a handful of creatures, similar to the ones that had attacked them on Chandaar - dark, disgusting creatures, their walk involved half dragging their feet on the ground, the sounds coming from them thick and gutteral. Each pair of the creatures were carrying a small bundle.
"We've brought you some companions, Riley"
At closer look, Riley gave out a small gasp. It wasn't bundles it was two people who he recognized.
"Dane? Gemma!"
He rose from his seat, approaching the electrical field holding him as the entourage approached.
The Mara-look alike deactivated the shield, watching Riley as the creatures carried the two Gellar children in.
"What did you do to them!"
"They are unharmed, Riley. They should awaken shortly"
Riley was about to lunge at the one carrying Gemma, but a firm hand grabbed him.
"They will remain, unharmed - so long as you don't give us cause to harm them"
Riley watched as they were placed on the two 'cots' next to his own, the creatures shuffling out. Another two of them shuffled in with three trays of food. Riley glanced at the two siblings then turned, twisting his wrist slightly as he looked up at the aunt-look alike.
"Where's Dahlia?"
"The Winton child? She is close. But you needn't concern yourself with her. Not yet anyways"
Riley didn't understand what that meant, but he didn't think he was going to get a clear answer from her. She finally released him, and he stumbled backward slightly, as the creatures, and the Mara-look alike turned and left.
"What do you want with us?"
The forcefield was reactivated, the creatures and the woman disappearing into the shadows with just a final word.
"You'll see"
*************
It was only a short time later that the two of them awoke. Gemma first. Riley was sitting by their sides, watching them, a worried expression on his face.
Gemma woke first, with a splitting headache, Riley giving them a glass of water, making sure she didn't feel dizzy or faint.
After taking a few sips, she sat up, blinking and shaking her head, then her eyes going wide.
"Riley!"
She reached out and hugged him, the glass of water knocked over beside them.
"I was so worried about you - I had a dream .. you were taken"
Riley appreciated the hug - was blushing a bit as Gemma pulled away "I'm ... ok .. you dreamed I was taken? It happened. I was kidnapped by a woman - one who looked just like my aunt Mara. It looks like you were taken too. You were carried in here by those creatures, like the ones who tried to take us back on Chandaar"
"I remember now - we went into the car. But our driver wasn't there. It was ... it was someone who looked like your aunt. She fired at us, and then then next thing I knew, I woke up here."
Gemma turned her gaze away from Riley, over at Dane, a worried expression as she watched her brother still unconscious
"They said that you weren't hurt - as long as we didn't give them a reason to hurt us. He should wake up soon, like you"
Gemma nodded her head, a worried look still on her face but trusting that Riley was right. She tentatively edged off the bed, taking a few wobbly steps before getting her balance and looking about the cell and beyond into the darkness
Where are we?"
Riley shook his head
"I have no idea. I think it's a cave out there. There were some lights on, at the far side a few days ago, and there was what looked like a lot of rock. But they turned those lights off, and now? We can't see anything"
Riley and Gemma peered out of the cell, into the gloomy darkness
There was a brief flash of something far across the way - a moment of what looked like bluish lightning - but it was gone a second later, and again, there was only darkness out there.
Gemma's voice quivered, a soft whisper as she turned to Riley
"What do they want from us?"
Riley shook his head
"I don't know"
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
Rutherford glowers at the Jedi Master, outraged that he has strolled so casually back into their lives after departing under such mysterious circumstances all those years ago. Corrin had delivered Celeste and the then-infant Dahlia safely to the Corporate Sector much to Rutherford's relief and eventual benefit. He had served as sort of spiritual guide to a disillusioned Celeste, keeping her calm while helping quell Rutherford's anger toward Winton. For a time, it had brought both of them peace but as the galactic events began to unfold, it was the Jedi who prevented either of them from intervening on the behalf of The Four. It was always one excuse after another, centered around a perceived Jedi notion that no one could stop what was coming. Celeste had been insistent, pleading with him to let her retrieve Melanie from the Core but Corrin had thwarted every effort.
Personally, he had been on the fence about intercepting Valerie in fear the backlash would be severe and produce an undesired result. She had done well for herself despite the ever growing horrors of her association with the others. He may have been uncertain of his role in her life but he did not want her to perish at the hands of that technological monstrosity known as Phage. If he had known that's where her fate was heading, he would have found a way to get her out.
Master Corrin's strict edicts pushed Celeste into Rutherford's arms after which they had two beautiful children. So, he supposes he has that to be thankful for. He also unexpectedly announced his departure shortly after and promised to return. No one saw him again. For the months that followed, Celeste had worried deeply about his fate and grew concerned over how to continue the teachings of the Force to their young children. They believed something happened to Corrin which prevented his return but were left with no choice but to carry on with their new lives in the Corporate Sector.
Rutherford wants nothing more than to strangle those answers out of him right now. However, through his rage, he understands the value of the Jedi in the search for their children which is why he acquiesces.
"As you wish, Jedi. We will help you if you help us deliver our children."
-TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
"As you wish, Jedi. We will help you if you help us deliver our children."
Jedi Master Adin Corrin could feel Rutherford's anger. Although to be honest, his seething was probably detectable, even without the Force. There was hatred, resentment, betrayal in his eyes. Corrin could appreciate that. Rutherford was human afterall. But right now, intellect had to win out.
He nodded as he began to speak.
"Our first step is to try and get a sense of where they would have been taken. Were there any tracking devices that might have followed the children?"
Rutherford nodded his head, voice still strained, but turning his focus back to the matter at hand.
"The limo that they - Dane, Gemma, Dahlia - were taken in. It had a tracking device, but I have no way of knowing for certain if it is still functional. The report from the Sector is that they were taken off-world, and the signal from the limo was never particularly strong."
"Nevertheless, that may be a start. If the signal from the limo was not detected, it may still be enabled, and we may be able to detect it. The jedi can send out probes to hunt down the signal"
"The galaxy is vast - that could take years before finding anything"
"The jedi have spent much of the last few years focusing on observing -"
Rutherford interrupted "and doing nothing"
Corrin chose to ignore the interruption, continuing "and we have developed highly sensitive probing devices. Plus, there are vast areas that the children were probably not taken. We can start our search in the most likely places. Can you provide the signal to our probes?"
Rutherford sighed, then nodded. "Very well"
"Good - Nevylinn, please take Mr. Gellar to the jedi hangar, and have him assist you in calibrating our probes to seek out the tracking signal from the children's limo"
"Yes, Master Corrin. If you'll come with me, Mr. Gellar"
Nevylinn offered a warm smile as she led Rutherford out, followed closely behind by Garron and Circe, Rutherford's two trusted associates, and leaving Mara alone with Master Corrin and the other Jedi male. They all watched the door for several minutes in silence before Mara spoke.
"Do you really think it will work?"
"I have my concerns, of course"
"Such as?"
"The kidnappers are not foolish. If they chose to keep the limo near the children, it's because they know the limo carries a homing beacon. In which case, if we find them, it's because they want to be found. The only question then, is what will we find when we follow?"
Somewhere
Riley, Gemma, and Dane had gotten into a steady routine. Or as steady as it could be in a small cell with metallic slabs for beds and harsh florescent lighting, looking out onto darkness and occasionally receiving meals that obviously were more nourishing than they tasted.
Riley was grateful for the companionship - especially after days here alone - and he and Gemma were learning more and more about each other. Dane, meanwhile, was trying to avoid jealousy at being ignored.
THe three of them made up games, imagined what lay in the darkness beyond, tried to figure out where they were and why they were kidnapped.
And they tried interpretting Gemma's dreams. Recent events had clearly indicated they were not just nightmares. But if they were prophesies of a kind, what did they foretell? Obviously, Riley was one of them, and their encounter was more fate than chance. But what else was in store?
Each day, their meals would be brought by the Mara-look-alike, who said little if anything. She made sure they ate, took away old trays, and made sure they didn't try passing the force-field during her brief stops. It was one day after she had just left that Gemma was staring out, a determined look on her face.
"If we were jedi, we might be able to break past her"
Riley looked up from his unappetizing meal.
"Jedi? I didn't know they were still around"
"They are - they don't do very much, but my mom says they still do stuff. She told me once that the jedi were a big part of our family history. When I was younger, she would try to teach me some of their tricks"
"using the force?"
"Yeah - there was a lot of concentration involved, but, if you focus enough you could do all sorts of things, even move things with your mind or fight better. I was just thinking how if we could fight like the jedi, the three of us would be strong enough to take her on"
"Don't you need to be connected to the Force in order to access that power? And doesn't it take years and years of training?"
Gemma shrugged.
"Well I don't know how long it takes, or who is able to do it, but the way I see it, we have nothing else to do here anyways, and if we can find a way to get out, then we might as well try it"
Riley frowned, glancing over at Dane who had an equal expression of skepticism, but Gemma just rolled her eyes.
"Fine - you sit around and do nothing. I'm going to see what I can do"
She moved over to her bed, tucked her legs under her body, closed her eyes, and let her body and mind relax.
Riley watched her for a minute before glancing back out at across the darkness outside. There had been another ray of blue lightning, far off in the distance, and he took it as a foreboding sign of danger.
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Jedi Hangar
Rutherford Gellar follows the Jedi Nevylinn without so much as a word. Garron and Circe Prescott trail behind them, concerned that Rutherford may do something rash in his compromised emotional state. They watch his every action closely. Nevylinn brings them to the probes Master Corrin spoke of and she explains what must be done to track the hoverlimo's signal to find the children. Garron contacts Kylie on D'ian for the correct coding which is sent to his datapad. There is also word that Celeste is not doing well but Kylie is checking in on her regularly. The Espos have no new leads but the prevailing theory in the Sector seems to be that the abduction has something to do with the Direx Board and the ongoing negotiations with the Trade Federation. Garron only tells her that they would look into it promptly while avoiding the information they have all recently learned about the Ambassador and her nephew. There is no need to cause additional alarm just yet. He does inform her that the Jedi are now involved and they would be assisting in the search for the children which seems to relieve Kylie considerably, a sentiment he hopes would carry over to Lady Masterton.
Once the process has been completed, they watch as the Jedi Nevylinn sets them to launch from the hangar. Rutherford clenches his jaw tightly as they vanish through the bay doors one by one, praying they would lead them to his children but at the same time terrified of what they might find.
-TBC
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Somewhere
Gemma knows very little of the Force but she does know it requires concentration. So, she focuses right there on the floor of the cell. She clears her mind and reaches out into the dark unknown beyond the field. There is only the silence and the still. Nothing stirs. She sighs, trying not to be frustrated. She knows the Force is strong in her family, that Melanie had been a Jedi. This does not mean she knows how to do much of anything but in light of the fact that they are trapped, it seems logical to try and help themselves. She takes a deep breath and reaches out again.
Earlier, as Dane had slept fitfully on the slab, Gemma told Riley about the dreams involving Melanie and Valerie and the warnings imparted by both. He listened as she explained how Melanie told her to alert Riley and that Valerie had revealed the enemy would bare her face. She told him she had warned her father which means he and the Ambassador would be looking for them and that Dahlia had finally remembered what happened on Chandaar and that she had somehow killed the monster which is why it was never found. She explained the research they had done on the schools computers that led them to The Four and mention of a prophecy that seemed to loom over their lives. Neither of them knows how it is possible for the woman who took them to look like Valerie or the Ambassador or what they could possibly want from them. It is then Gemma confessed her fears that their connections to The Four may make others want to hurt them. Hesitant of the subject matter but too curious to resist, Riley asks her why. She tells him how she believes Dahlia is a Winton and that he is a Patten. Dane is obviously a Gellar and she a Masterton. It seemed to repeat a pattern. The confession is reciprocated as Riley finally levels with a truth that had weighed on him for years. He is the son of Kimber Patten. He tells her that Kimber also appeared to him in a dream and confirmed that Dahlia is a Winton which makes them the new Four. This is a title neither is comfortable with since the originals are dead. Riley remembers that his mother told him they all possessed certain skills in order to help them survive and they would, if they stayed together. That means they had to find Dahlia.
After Dane had woken, he kept mostly to himself, jealous of the growing bond between Riley and his sister. He had never envied Gemma before but this was different. She and Riley seemed to be on a similar wavelength that Dane simply couldn't grasp. He was angry at himself for not being able to stop the woman from taking them away in the limo. He becomes even more furious when there is no way for them to even attempt an escape without risking the safety of the others. The woman brings their food and collects the trays in almost a practiced way, like she was expecting them to run. He had considered it the last time she was at the cell, rushing her and telling the others to go but he knows Gemma better than that. She wouldn't leave him behind even if he told her to. For now, he had to accept their situation although he had little faith in any Force tricks helping them, especially coming from an overly optimistic Gemma. Still, she was going to try and he paces in the cell as she kneels on the floor as he and Riley watch.
Gemma feels further into the darkness beyond on the cell. The darkness takes shape, jagged edges of a wall, a cave or a bunker. Perhaps they were underground or inside a mountain. She feels along the wall but cannot find another path, no alcove or junction to follow. Sighing, she focuses on pulling back, back toward the cell which seems to be the only lit area. Everything else is dark. As she nears the cell, light spills out from behind the field keeping them prisoner, revealing markings on the ground. She concentrates, reaching out to see them clearly. They are not markings. They are carvings. Symbols she has seen before.
Three of them.
Gasping, Gemma opens her eyes.
Riley and Dane are staring quizzically at her.
"Are you alright?"
She nods.
"Well," Dane says. "What did you see?"
Gemma frowns, suddenly very worried.
"We need to find Dahlia and get out of here."
-TBC
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((OOC: Need a better color for Nevylinn - trying different light blues that don't glow so harshly))
Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Jedi Hangar
The probes are remarkably small - about a third the size of a standard A-Wing Starfighter, with similar shape. The wings expanded from a tip out front, and a two min-boosters allowed for thrust and stability at the back. The center, instead of a cockpit, carried a round mechanical sphere, the brain of the probe. The wings, in addition to flight stability, also acted as receivers, much like the dish of antenna. Once in location, the ships could rotate slowly, to pick up signals from 360 degrees in three dimensions.
One by one, the small flyers lifted off the ground and sped out of the hangar, picking up altitude and disappearing into the sky above. Nevylinn watched each one depart, the last finally leaving the hangar, before she again turned to Rutherford.
"Don't worry. We'll find them"
Rutherford's eyes flickered over to the young jedi female. Rutherford didn't recognize her - he barely recognized any of the jedi, so rarely were they seen nowadays - but with her in the jedi garbs, Rutherford couldn't help to be reminded of Melanie. He had seen Melanie last with Celeste, sometime before she ran off to save the galaxy. Nevylinn looked to be about the same age Melanie would have been had she survived. And though Melanie was not Rutherford's daughter, he felt connected to her - through Celeste, and through his own biological children, Gemma and Dane. Especially Gemma.
"What did you say your name was?"
"I am Nevylinn"
"Did you know Melanie?"
Nevylinn nodded, her facial expression soft as she spoke.
"Melanie and I were in the same jedi class. We trained together for some time, under Master Corrin and a few others at the jedi academy. It was a short lived experiment - Corrin took Melanie off for special training. But our time together was very special to me. She is one of the first true friends I ever had."
"Melanie died fixing the mistakes we made. They all did. Melanie, Kimber, Karen ... Valerie. The four of them, and countless others."
Nevylinn shook her head, taking a few steps toward Rutherford.
"The children did not die of your doing. Valerie chose to sacrifice herself to save Corellia. Kimber died in childbirth, not because of any monster. Melanie died to protect the people and world she loved. She sacrificed herself, willingly, to make sure that you were safe - you and Celeste, and Gemma and Dane and Riley and Dahlia."
"ANd look at where we are now! Melanie died to save children, and they are all gone, taken again"
Rutherford looked to be near tears, his muscles tensed, Garron and Circe drawing closer in hopes of helping him. But Nevylinn, with calm eyes, reached over and grasped his hand.
"The children will be alright"
Her hand was soft to the touch, and at the point of contact, a soft warmth spread up his arm, relaxing the tension in his muscles.
"I can't lose them again ... I promised I wouldn't lose them again."
"We won't lose them. They will all be alright. Trust me"
Still holding his hand, gently but firmly, Nevylinn kept a neutral pose as she spoke in soft words.
Rutherford finally nodded, calming down.
"Thank you."
Nevylinn smiled
"You are a good man, Rutherford Gellar. Underneath the guilt of the past, the ambition for the future - you are a good man. The jedi will do everything we can to help you, and your family"
She released his hand, turning to Garron and Circe, who had watched the whole interaction with a mix of trepidation and curiosity. Rutherford had gone from the brink of a breakdown to a much more subdued, calm state.
"How did you do that?"
Nevylinn shrugged
"My mother was a healer - it was a skill I brought with me when I became a jedi. No injury can be eliminated entirely, but wounds can be sewed, and pain - even emotional- can be dulled."
She turned back to Rutherford
"Come. We will need to wait in the Sanctum, to learn if the probes find anything"
And with that, she led the three out of the hangar, and down to the Jedi's home.
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril
With Rutherford considerably calmer, they follow the Jedi back to the Sanctum below the cityscape. Circe considers the things the Jedi said to Rutherford. In the time they spent together, Circe and Melanie had grown close. They had become friends, someone to trust, an ally when most of those Melanie had ever known were dwindling to the single digits. Circe knew how deeply Melanie cared for people and while she hid it well, she knew Melanie feared for the lives of her friends. She had asked Circe to join them on Arbra as a sounding board for the Rebel agents living in uncertainty. There was alarm at the time over the expanding and evil Empire. Even more disturbing was the fact that her closest childhood friend, Karen Winton, was to become the future Empress.
Melanie and Circe had many conversations, which bordered on sessions of their own, about the past life of the Jedi and the friends placed in the galactic balance. Melanie told her about the fame and the glory, the addiction and the prophecy, the separatist faction and the Jedi. She spoke of those final days on Hesperidium shortly after Coruscant had been obliterated when she was arrested by the ISB. Karen, Valerie and Kimber helped her then-boyfriend, Castin, spring her from the precinct and played the perfect distractions as they were able to escape in Karen's Naboo Royal Cruiser to join the Jedi on Yavin IV. There she met a timid and sweet girl called Nevylinn who had been intimidated by Melanie's expensive worldly possessions and self-involved behaviors. These were things she had to give up during training, to learn to let go of the friends she was anchored to through a shared destiny. She said she and Nevylinn became closer during their training under Master Corrin and she had been a great source of comfort to her. Things changed and Corrin pulled her out of the Academy to focus on handling the delicate nature of the prophecy. It was in that time that Melanie came to accept her own fate as she would have to face down Karen if she wished to save Kimber.
Unfortunately, Circe reflects sadly, even that wasn't enough. The one bright spot in Melanie's sacrifice and Kimber's tragic demise is that her child, Riley, was spared by Mara. Now his safety and that of the Gellar children were threatened by an unknown enemy. Rutherford may have made some poor and selfish choices but raising a Winton alongside his own children was a significant gesture. Dahlia's biological father had taken so much from him and she is uncertain if she would have been able to raise her without constantly being reminded of all that had been lost. That shows remarkable fortitude and generosity on his part and that of Celeste and strengthens her resolve to assist the Sector and Federation in finding the children.
A bleeping sound brings her out of her own head. Rutherford is walking several paces ahead with the Jedi Nevylinn.
Garron glances down at his com.
"It's Janessa."
Circe groans, talking lowly.
"That woman is a walking sexual revolution. I do not know why you even bother."
"She is...useful in her own way."
"I'll bet."
"Your disapproval does not change her position. Janessa is the official liaison between the Republic and the Corporate Sector. She says the Senate is growing concerned with the lack of progress in faction negotiations. It does involve a fair amount of supplies the Republic needs."
"I understand that," Circe says. "But that doesn't mean I have to like or trust her."
"It does, however, mean she must be informed."
"Oh, brother. She loves to gossip."
"Not if she's motivated to do otherwise."
Circe rolls her eyes up.
"You cannot tell her the truth."
Garron keeps his voice down.
"It doesn't have to be the whole truth but I've got to tell her something to thwart suspicion from the Senate. They are already skeptical about a positive outcome of the negotiations. Besides, Kylie informed me that the kidnapping has hit the Sector HoloNet. Luckily Celeste still had the clarity to point the Espos in the wrong direction while the Jedi help us investigate. That doesn't mean the story won't be picked up on Chandaar and broadcast throughout the Republic. We do not want the Senate to begin drawing their own conclusions, especially since no one else knows the Ambassador's nephew is also missing."
"What are you suggesting?"
"To allow Janessa to exert her influence in the local media outlets."
"And what makes you think she'll do that?"
Garron smiles, "She had the photage of Celeste and the children pulled from the Holo."
"Impressive. Why?"
"Because I asked her to."
Circe arches a brow, "Did you now? That seems generous."
"I'm a generous guy."
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that but point taken. The Senate is already wary. This kind of information will spark a wave of rumors, even some that might suggest the Federation is involved."
"Not if the Sector is reporting someone on the Direx Board may have taken issue with the negotiations and moved to strike."
"Clever but it still requires damage control."
Garron nods, "That is where Janessa comes in. She will use the information to our advantage, allowing us time to figure out who would have done this and bring the children back. She must delay any scheduled hearings and make assurances, two things she is quite capable of handling."
"Good. Do it. We have others things to worry about."
Circe and Garron follow Rutherford and the Jedi Nevylinn down through the passageways until they come to a large, carved blast door. They had reached the Jedi Sanctum.
-TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril
Newvylinn listens passively to the conversation about the Republic envoy between the Republic and the Corporate Sector. Nevylinn preferred to stay out of the politics of everything. The Corporate Sector hated the Trade Federation, and vice versa, and the Republic, despite its general ideals, had cynics and opportunists at every corner. The hope, of course was that the organization of them all together would somehow mellow the more negative personalities for a common good. An experiment long tried and only sometimes successful. Bickering and dealing was so common now, it was practically the way things were run.
It was ironic that the Republic's greatest flaw was actually solved when Palpatine came to power - there was no more bickering. There was only his word as law. Nevylinn shuddered at the thought. Freedom and democracy were worth the price of a little politicking. She just hoped the galaxy always preferred that democracy over the symplicity of imperialism.
Word had of course reached the jedi of imperial activity. Rumors abounded about Emperor Schrag and his efforts to consolidate and rebuild the Empire that had been left shattered a decade ago. Perhaps more troubling were the attacks from the unknown piracy groups, attacks that seemed to bring out the weaknesses of the Republic defensive forces.
And then, of course, on top of it all - and the matter that concerned Nevylinn and the other jedi most at the moment - was the ominous ticking-time-bomb that was the persephonea prophesy. Nevylinn hated it - or would have, if a Jedi was allowed to hate. The mere mention of the prophesy seemed to kill the brightest of moods, and it led to a slew of intrigue that targeted the young far more than the old. As far as Nevylinn was concerned, the prophesy itself was the work of the sith. And yet still, she, and the jedi, and everyone else involved were forced to play along.
They passed the walls of the subterranean tunnel that led to the jedi sanctum, the heavy blast doors of the entrance opening and allowing them to pass.
The Council was not in session at the moment, but Nevylinn escorted her guests down a narrower corridor to a waiting lounge with a series of computer systems along one corner. Otherwise, the room had a number of comfortable couches and chairs, and a television, muted, but playing the main holo-news channels.
"The probes will be in position in just a few hours, and with any luck, they will pick up the signal soon after. I think it would be best to wait here until then. I'll get some refreshments for everyone. I have to ask that you don't comm anyone while here."
Nevylinn stepped out of the room, leaving Rutherford, Circe, and Garron to themselves. She was troubled, for a number of reasons, and had a bad feeling that they were walking into something greater than they knew.
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Surface: Ambaril: Hotel Mermeia
Adin Corrin lifted the comm away from his head, nodding over to Mara.
"The probes have been dispatched, and we should hear the first results in just a few hours"
"And you expect we will -because you believe we are meant to find the trace"
Corrin again nodded his head
"I do. Whatever the enemy has planned, it is a perfect step. We send a rescue party, the trap is sprung, and you and Rutherford - the negotiators of a major negotiation at the moment- are destroyed. No, it's too easy"
"So the question then, is what do we do when we find them?"
Corrin let out a sigh, looking away, leaning his arm against the wall as he thought.
"It seems to me our only option is to send a strong enough force to overcome whatever the enemy has planned"
"But we don't know what that could be - as far as we know, there could be an army"
"True. What we need is enough to be able to foresee the enemy's actions. Sentries, that can warn of a trap"
"Speaking of foreseeing, jedi"
Corrin turned to face Mara now, his face frowned in annoyance.
"No, Mara. I have no idea what is going to happen. My powers - as well as that of the council - they cannot see the future ahead. It is what worries us the most."
"This wouldn't be the first time the jedi were tricked"
"And not the last either. We can only hope that we are able to outsmart the enemy"
"They have the upper hand. They have planned not only their moves, but ours as well"
"Yes. So we have to do what they won't expect" Corrin came to the realization of what was necessary, that the original plan was the wrong way to go. It seemed clear to him now the exact opposite was the only way to trick the tricksters.
Mara, for her part, looked annoyed at the answer, not yet realizing the implications that had reached Corrin.
"This conversation is going in circles. What exactly is it that they expect?"
"They expect us to rescue the children ..."
That was when it dawned on Mara. The enemy would never expect them to just leave the four children to their fate. Was Corrin really saying that was the course of action to take? It seemed preposterous!
She felt herself growing hot, with dread, with anger. The jedi thought in abstract, they didn't care about individuals. Mara did. She had promised Kimber she would look after Riley, she had raised the boy, protected him. She wasn't going to abandon him for some jedi farce. Her face grew hard, her voice rising.
"NOT rescuing them is NOT an option, jedi!"
There was a moment of silence as Corrin looked at Mara, startled by the outburst. Mara's eyes were cold - but angry.
"Mara ..."
"I will not leave Riley for some part of the jedi game"
"I would never have thought a droid would care so much for a human"
Mara was debating ending the jedi right now
"I'm human enough, jedi. Riley is my nephew - whether it's blood or not, he is my family, and he is my ward, and I love him. Children are not going to be pawns in this game. Are we clear?"
Corrin looked at her, the anger, the sheer will. And nodded
"We are clear"
There was a knock at the door, and a Federation aide appeared.
"Ambassador Tacofer, I have the Speaker of the Senate here to see you. He says he has a question about certain technologies the Trade Federation has to offer"
Mara flashed a final look at Corrin before stepping out of the room, Corrin watching with a grim silence.
Somewhere
Gemma's visions had the ominous nature of telling just enough to cause them to have more questions than answers. What were the symbols she saw? Why did it matter who they were, or who their families were? What did their captors have in mind for them?
So many questions, too many left unanswered. They had no idea how long they had been gone, but the sense of foreboding, that evil lay in the darkness beyond their cell, kept growing.
They each felt it, in different ways to be sure, but they all knew that the evil would strike soon.
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Sub-Surface: Ambaril: Jedi Sanctum
Rutherford, Circe and Garron make themselves comfortable on the couches in the surprisingly posh sanctum. While minimally decorated, it was rather comfortable. Rutherford leans back, allowing himself to relax for a mere moment. He feels considerably calmer and there is something about the Jedi Nevylinn that he suspects has a great deal to do with it. He is mistrustful of the Jedi's motives but she seems different than Corrin, kinder perhaps. Corrin is all cryptic hard edges and always has been but given the circumstances, he is not in a position to pass judgment.
Circe glances upward and freezes, clutching at Garron's arm.
A local reporter leads with the story about the missing Gellar-Masterton children and alludes to possible motive and opportunity from the Direx Board in response to ongoing negotiations between Sector and Federation. No pictures accompany the story and it vanishes into persisting pirate attacks at the Republic borders.
Garron smiles, "Good girl."
"What do you mean?" Rutherford says, frowning.
"Janessa got to her sources. Shorter piece, no pictures, fewer questions."
"Perhaps," Circe says. "But that will direct attention to Gellar and Tacofer."
"She's got that handled as well, stalling with the Senate."
"Wait," Rutherford says, holding up a hand. "You brought Janessa Kane into this?"
Garron nods.
"She's a necessary accessory, Lord Gellar. I did not divulge the truth in its entirety but simply gave her enough information to work with the direction Lady Masterton has sent the Sector Espos. Controlling how the story unfolds will keep things from spiraling out of our control."
"It may be a bit late for that," Rutherford sighs.
Circe sits beside him, "The Jedi seem confident they will find them."
"Yes, with the signal from the limo."
"You sound reluctant."
"Most would have long since disabled the capability for tracking them. If the probes do pick up that signal, it means their captors want to be found."
Garron crosses his arms, "Why would they want that?"
"The children may just be the bait for the real targets."
"Which are?"
"Me, Mara, Celeste, perhaps even you Circe. I cannot help but feel this is some sort of pattern, that the past is not at rest and never will be."
"The prophecy," Circe whispers. "You don't think...?"
Rutherford glances between them.
"I don't think. I know. The children are direct descendants of The Four and there are those of us still out there that also played a role in things. Carlson's story mentioned that Melanie and the Republic agents with her concluded that loose ends were being tied up. That Imperial doctor, the Corellian reporter, Melanie Masterton; they all stood in the way of Kimber Patten and her unborn child and were systematically eliminated."
"They were all killed, Lord Gellar. Most of them died on Centerpoint."
"Leaving survivors scattered on the sidelines. The ones who escaped all that happened, those that went unpunished for their crimes."
Circe gasps.
"Crimes? We were just as much victims as the others and we have all been punished in our own ways. We all lost people close to us, people we cared dearly for."
"Loss may just be the beginning."
"What do you mean?" Garron asks.
"Mara killed Alexander Winton. I am raising his daughter. Celeste is Melanie's mother. Circe escaped to tell the story. Anyone still loyal to Winton or with any belief in that damned prophecy would perceive us as targets. Loose ends. It is just as Celeste feared and I should have listened to her."
"You couldn't know how things would play out," Circe says. "No one knew you would cross paths with Mara or that Riley is Kimber's son. Children grow up and make their own choices. No one can protect them from everything and no one blames you for what happened to them. This isn't your fault."
"Isn't it?" Rutherford says, voice faltering. "I have made so many poor choices in the name of business. Dahlia, Gemma and Dane were finally something I did right. They are great kids but I cannot deny who they are or the things that are forever part of their history's. If whoever took them wants to lure us by our sheer desperation for their safety then it's a fair bet we will be walking to our deaths."
This last statement settles over them.
Rutherford raises his eyes.
"My life for theirs. I owe them that. But I cannot let you both follow me to the grave, if that is what is meant to be."
"I will not abandon you, Lord Gellar."
"Neither will I and I doubt the Ambassador or the Jedi will let you go either. We are in this together. We will get them back."
The sentiment touches him but he cannot shake the unease that has nestled itself in his mind. The forces through which the destiny's of The Four were brought to pass were seemingly insurmountable. Once it got rolling, there was no stopping it. He fears that the same will be true for the children, that everything will be so far out of their control it will threaten to overwhelm them all. The past cannot be changed. The future, however, is still undecided. He smiles in spite of himself.
"We will."
-TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril
Hours and days had passed with no hint of anything, no sign of the missing hover limo and more importantly, the cargo it carried. For many in the Republic Capital, little had changed. The word of the disappearing children was sad, but it affected their individual lives so very little. After all, rumor was it was part of corporate sector politics and little else. People in and out of the Senate seemed to only focus on whether the kidnapping would affect the deal being made by the Corporate Sector Authority and the Trade Federation.
But for a few in the Republic, the kidnapping was more personal, and of far greater consequence. Mara. Rutherford. Circe and Garron. the jedi. For them, everything hinged on finding the children. And so, the days of silence went by slowly, tensely.
Mara tried keeping up appearances. So far, her own nephew, Riley, had been kept out of the limelight, and his disappearance hadn't been noticed (Mara decided that was a good thing). There were several huge deals being considered, both with the Republic and with the Empire, and Mara had to weed through the thorny issue of playing two enemies, even if they weren't fighting each other at the moment. Bringing back old technology was no easy task either - the deal would have to be almost finalized before the Trade Federation would shift their resources to that endeavor. But when alone, when no one else was looking, she could care less about the Trade Federation and is monetary goals. She didn't care if the Corporate Sector monopolized everything.
Riley was missing. And she had to find him, and bring him back to safety. Take him far away from where anyone could hurt him. That was her task, her responsibility. And more, her nephew was the closest thing she had to a child of her own. She would not rest until he was found.
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Rutherford and his aides were spending their time in the safety and comfort of the jedi sanctum. It had been decided that unlike Mara, he was more vulnerable to the public eye, especially since everyone knew that all three of his children were missing. So while the press swarmed his hotel, he remained in the solemn sanctuary of the jedi. Still, there was little solace. His defiance had lasted for the first few hours, then began to be chipped away with the silence, despair slowly starting to set in. It was the work of some sith demon to be sure - the children he bore, the children he raised, all made to suffer. He blamed himself, feeling crushed by his guilt. Circe and Garron did what they could to keep his spirits up, but it was only the jedi Nevylinn, with her healing touch, that seemed to ease his suffering.
The jedi did not spend her time with them. She would visit every so often, offering food and words of comfort, before going off to her tasks, including redirecting and monitoring the probes. With each visit, she would take Rutherford's hands in her own, or hold his face in her grasp, and he would again be whole, his spirits raised, his determination strong. And when she left, that strength would linger for a short time before again fading into despair. Nevylinn's own expression seemed to grow more concerned with each visit to Rutherford, noting how her power to heal his emotional wounds seemed to have a shorter and shorter shelf life, while Rutherford himself seemed almost desperate for her healing touch. It was after one visit, when she began to move away, that Rutherford grasped her hand.
"Please -don't go"
Nevylinn looked at the desperation in his eyes, her own reflecting fear and concern.
"I will return soon, Rutherford. Please, eat something, retain your strength"
Rutherford looked almost shaken by his behavior, nodding as he released his grip on her. Nevylinn watched him for a moment before motioning for Garron and Circe to follow him into the hall.
"I am afraid that Mr. Gellar's suffering is something more than an emotional reaction to the current circumstances. Something is making him weaker, making him despair. I fear it is the work of the Sith. And a powerful sith at that - to not only cause such reaction, but to counter the jedi arts, to have sway even in this home of the jedi. I admit, I am not the most powerful jedi, but I fear that Mr. Gellar's condition will only worsen, unless we find a way to defeat the power that is molesting him. What's more, it may not be safe for him to leave the jedi sanctum, and certainly it may be an issue whether he can participate in the rescue mission whenever it happens."
Garron and Circe both offered grim expression in response to the news. Had they not seen Rutherford's suffering, the thought of him being attacked by some sort of sith curse would have seen incredulous. But having seen his suffering, his weakening health, Nevylinn's words seemed to ring true. Both of them were conflicted. Rutherford would not sit back and let others rescue his children while he was forced to remain back as an invalid.
"There must be some other option. He won't stay when we go. If we ever find them"
"We will find them. I know it, in my heart."
Nevylinn looked at their faces and nodded her head.
"I will see if some of the other jedi might be able to help him where I have failed. But until we do, I don't think he can-"
Nevylinn was interrupted with the door slamming open.
Rutherford stood there, eyes wide but determined, with speckles of dry tears on his face. He was almost shaking.
"There is a signal - the monitor has picked up the signal. We found them. We can save them!"
TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril: Jedi Sanctum
As elated as they are to hear the news, Garron and Circe exchange uneasy glances as Rutherford stands before them. The information relayed by the Jedi Nevylinn was most concerning, How could the Sith have grown so powerful as to adversely affect Rutherford like this? Garron was unfamiliar with these dark ways but Circe remembers all too well the extent of damage the Sith can do. Melanie had shown her how it had destroyed Alexia Winton then infected and turned Karen into unspeakable evil. Much like the Jedi had kept a low profile, it seems the Sith have as well. Perhaps it is time both sides get off the sidelines and into a battle that may only just be escalating.
"We must go," Rutherford says, trembling. "We must go now."
Circe turns to Nevylinn, "I think we should alert Master Corrin and Ambassador Tacofer. They would wish to know about this development."
Nevylinn nods, pulling her comlink from her belt.
Garron moves to Rutherford's side, considering how to best phrase what he has to say.
"Lord Gellar, perhaps you should allow the Jedi to investigate before we get our hopes up. As much as I want the children returned, the signal itself does not necessarily mean they are there. The kidnappers could have abandoned the limo."
"What? Not a chance, Prescott! We will go immediately!"
"Lord Gellar, please. We think you may be compromised."
The many emotions that pass across Rutherford's face are far too numerous to count but the most prevelant of them all is anger.
"I am most certainly not! How dare you speak to me in such a manner?"
Circe interjects softly.
"We mean no disrespect, Lord Gellar but your emotional state may be being controlled."
"Controlled? By whom?"
"The Sith."
"That's preposterous!" Rutherford roars, whirling to face Nevylinn. "Is this true?"
"I am afraid it may be so."
"Well, I would have to disagree. There is nothing controlling me. I am a father who had his children taken from him and my behaviors appropriately reflect that. Wouldn't you agree, Counselor?"
Circe sighs, "Yes, but..."
"But nothing. Tell Corrin we leave now."
With that, he storms from the room, leaving Circe, Garron and Nevylinn staring after him. He is nothing if not determined but this instability could endanger the rescue mission. Garron nods to Circe before following, vowing to keep Rutherford safe even if it's from himself.
-TBC
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril
Mara is pondering over the negotiations between the Republic, the Empire, and the Trade Federation - anything to get her mind off of the waiting. Waiting was the worst, especially for someone so prone to act, as she was. There was a knock at the door, and Mara looked up to find the jedi master Adin Corrin step in.
"We have picked up a trace signal."
Mara jumped up from her seat
"Where?"
"Korriban. The signal is coming from Korriban"
"are you certain?"
"The signal has already been traced to the Horuset System, and Korriban is the only world in the system."
"It could be a decoy?"
Corrin nodded
"True. It could be. But I think it is not. I've told you my theory, and now that the signal goes back to Korriban, I am even more uneasy about this rescue mission. And Nevylinn has given me a disturbing report of Rutherford Gellar's condition. There is a concern he might have been compromised"
"Compromised how? By whom?"
"The enemy. The sith. Whoever is responsible for kidnapping the children and setting this trap"
"I've told you that saving the children is nonnegotiable, Corrin"
"And I have agreed to that. But we must take all caution. If Gellar is indeed compromised, than it will make the rescue that much more difficult. I have assembled a team of six jedi, including myself, to accompany you, Gellar, Circe and Garron. What of your Federation personnel?"
"I can bring another half dozen security officers."
"Then do so. And you should be armed as well"
"Of course"
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The rescue team met in the jedi hangar a short while later. Mara had discarded her ambassador robes for a more useful jumpsuit, utility belt around her waist holstering at least two blasters, hair in a tight pony-tail, eyes hard with determination. It had been some time since she had been the warrior, a life she had hoped to leave behind. But now, the skills she had, the training programmed into her, it was needed. To save the children. To save Riley.
Rutherford Gellar was walking forward with Circe and Garron by his side. He had a look in his eyes as well. At first glance, it might appear as if it were determination, but there was a glint, a something that told of some other emotion.
Desperation.
The jedi had said he seemed compromised, somehow affected by the sith enemy. But it could just as well have been a guilty father. Neither option boded well.
"What are we waiting for?"
He was impatient, almost bully-like.
"We needed to make sure the team was assembled and prepared. I believe we are all here now"
"Then let's get moving"
A total of sixteen individuals boarded the jedi transport - a modified assault shuttle with a sleeker design - and soon they were on their way.
Once aboard, Mara approached Rutherford. He was sitting in his seat, gazing out the viewport at the nothingness, eyes misty.
"I heard you were not feeling well"
He turned to face Mara, a sad expression on his face, a complete turn around from the man who had been so demanding in the hangar.
"We could be too late ... it took so long to find them ... what if we are too late?"
"We won't be"
He glanced away
"I try being strong. I've learned it's the only way to move forward, to make progress, get things done. But I feel crushed on the inside. Hopeless. I cannot let happen to my children what happened to Valerie and her friends. Gemma. Dane. Dahlia. your nephew. They have to be alright. They just have to be. But I can't help thinking it's too late. We won't get there in time. That we don't have the strength to free them. It's all I can think about"
Mara nodded her head, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"It will be alright"
Rutherford turned to face her, eyes tearing.
"Would you do me a favor? The jedi Nevylinn ... could you have her come by? She is the only one who has been able to give me any sense of comfort. I'm sure it will be better. Once the children are ... safe. But for now, I just need her help. WOuld you do that?"
"I have something that might work better"
Mara pulled out a small syringe. Rutherford shook his head.
"I don't believe in drugs"
"It will calm your nerves"
"No. No drugs. Just ... just bring my Nevylinn."
Mara nodded, putting the syringe away in her utility belt, and going to seek out the jedi.
"He is definitely suffering. It could just be guilt."
"No. It's more than that. Someone is doing this too him. It's why I cannot help"
"He asked for you. He won't take a sedative."
Nevylinn sighed, shaking her head
"I wish I could do more. But I think I'm just making it worse. My powers ... they aren't meant to work like this."
"Any help you give I'm sure would be useful. We need him to be in better shape for the rescue"
"If that is what you are waiting for, Ambassador, than I'm afraid you will be disappointed. He isn't going to be in any useful shape for the rescue."
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Chandaar: Republic Capital
Surface: Ambaril
Garron Prescott zips up the front of his black jumpsuit in front of the mirror. He clips the blaster firmly in the holster attached to his belt. The dread threatening to rise up within him is kept carefully at bay. There are more important things at stake here than his feelings. Behind him, Circe appears. She wears a soft grey tunic over a similar black jumpsuit provided by the Republic. She laughs.
"I thought you were a lawyer."
"I'm many things to Lord Gellar."
She smirks.
"Lawyer, valet, confidante, commando. It's nice to know you have a broad skill set."
Garron turns around.
"You don't have to do this, you know. It's not your..."
"My what?" She says, cutting him off. "My responsibility? Maybe not to Lord Gellar but I owe it to Lady Masterton."
"You didn't kill Melanie."
"Maybe not but I didn't save her either. We can save Gemma, Dane and Dahlia. We can reunite them as a family. They deserve that - to be together, to be happy. They have lost enough."
"Agreed," Garron says. "But this will be dangerous, Circe. I want you to think about this carefully. Korriban can be a very dark place. It once held great power with the Sith. You are my only sister and I do not want anything to happen to you."
"That's sweet but you are not talking me out of this."
"You're sure?"
She nods, "Absolutely."
*
In the Jedi hangar, they fall into step with a practically despondent Rutherford. Onboard the shuttle, as Garron confers with the Jedi and the Federation agents, the Ambassador speaks with Rutherford. She then finds the Jedi Nevylinn and Circe moves toward them both. She smiles, focusing on Mara.
"Problem?"
"Rutherford is in bad shape. He refused medication, said he doesn't believe in drugs."
Circe blinks, "But...he's the CEO of a pharmaceutical company. His entire life revolves around drugs."
Nevylinn nods.
"Further proof he's being influenced by an outside force, one I am afraid I cannot fight against."
"So he may very well endanger the mission?"
"You're brother thinks so."
She glances back at Garron then to Mara and Nevylinn.
"We cannot have him interfering with the rescue. If there are hostile's present his instability may endanger the very lives we are there to save. You are certain there is nothing you can do to keep him calm?"
"I have tried my best but these forces are much stronger than I."
Circe swallows hard, taking her seat along with the others.
"Then we'll have to plan accordingly and hope for the best."
The shuttle roars out of the hangar and into the amber skies of Chandaar. Once they have reached orbit, the pilot asks the crew to strap in before the shuttle flares into hyperspace for Korriban.
-TBC
-
Korriban
The shuttle exited hyperspace far from the planet, and as it came into view, the rescue team stared out the viewport at the ominous world.
The planet was a dry, rocky world, known for its inhospital environment - and being possessed by the past. The jedi were all quiet, a somber mood falling on the ship as they felt the presence. The dark side. It was both massive and dormant, hiding any individual force signature that might be on the planet, and casting a gloom of forboding to the mission.
The ship approached the world slowly, the sphere growing larger in the viewscreen. They entered the atmosphere through a haze of clouds, finally coming out in the brilliant, harsh sunlight that baked the rocks around them. The melancholy that had surrounded them was broken by the sound of a beep.
Adin Corrin glanced down and offered a grim smile.
"We have picked up the signal - the beacon is coming from the Valley of the Dark Lords."
Soon, they were descending into the valley, the landscape broken up only by the huge monuments and tombs on either side, statues of the enemies of the jedi. They passed the ruined remains of the Great Sith Temple, the signal still leading them on further.
The valley descended further down into a wide canyon, all the while guided by the beeping monitor. Mara glanced behind her and saw that Rutherford, who had been sitting in his own despair and misery, joined the rest of the team in the cockpit.
"Are you alright?"
Rutherford glanced at her, eyes showing a silent determination. He would not let his fear overcome him. He would save his children. he nodded his head to Mara, then focused ahead. Mara watched him for a moment longer before turning her own eyes back to the canyon. Up ahead, the rocks rejoined at the top, forming a large cavern.
"Large enough for a ship to fly into"
"But is it large enough for a ship to turn and fly out as well?"
Apparently, Mara had said what everyone was thinking. Korriban was not known for being hospital to visitors, and stories abounded of those who came but never returned.
Corrin agreed with the assessment.
"Turn the shuttle around here, and land at the mouth of the cave."
The pilot nodded, slowing the ship while making a wide turn, close to the rocks, circling and landing onto the craggy ground.
The rescue party made their descent into the hot, dry air of Korriban, relieved only by the shade cast by the massive cliff walls on either side. The jedi were all armed with lightsabers, and what looked like a few other pieces of small equipment. Mara was checking to make sure her weapons were secure, and Rutherford was grabbing for himself a heavy blaster rifle.
"Have you ever fired one of those?"
"aim, pull the trigger. Kill the enemy."
Circe and Garron gave each other looks, but Mara just nodded.
"Basically. Just watch out for the kickback"
Rutherford seemed more stable now, though of course, no one knew if that would last. His assistants were as much keeping an eye on him as protecting him.
Two jedi stayed behind with the pilot, and everyone was given a commlink.
"Let's go"
The cave seemed to swallow them whole as they disappeared beneath the rock, darkness beginning to envelope them much as that powerful sense of dread that came with being on haunted Korriban. The light from the mouth moved further and further behind them, and soon, they were in need of artificial light.
Sabers were drawn and activated - a green glow from Master Corrin's, a light blue from Nevylinn's, an ocean, dark bluish-green hue from another jedi. A yellow and two more greens, their different shades casting odd glows and shadows on them and around them.
The cave remained massive - a flat bottom, walls rounding up to the top.
"A star destroyer could fit inside here"
Mara's eyes had adjusted to the dim light, brain calculating the size of the cave they had entered- - while simultaneously, checking for bio signals. No, not a star destroyer, but a decent sized ship would be able to fly in here - with a really good pilot. Behind her, federation guards had pulled their blasters, prepared to fire at the first sign of trouble. Rutherford was holding the tracker, no longer beeping, but offering a small screen with an arrow pointing in the right direction, and estimated distance.
"We're almost there ... just another hundred meters ahead!"
Even with a whisper, his voice sounded excited.
The rescue party advanced, cautiously, eyes and bodies circling as they waited for danger to pop out. Finally ahead, the dark was broken by an even deeper darkness - an object sitting dormant on the ground.
"The hoverlimo"
Rutherford quickened his pace, despite the insistent hisses of Circe, Mara, and Corrin. But he reached the limo and stopped, staring at its tinted windows, turning his tracker so that its glow was cast inside.
he was breathing hard when the rest of the party reached him a moment later.
"It's empty. They aren't here - we're too late"
Mara put a hand on his shoulder
"no - they are here. Somewhere in this cave."
Rutherford turned to her, his face frightening in the dim light.
"Come on - we still have to rescue them"
He nodded his head, and everyone proceeded forward into the darkness. The cave was not done. The enemy, and the children were still beyond.
Somewhere
The three children were sleeping when Gemma awoke with a start.
"Dane! Riley! Wake up!"
The boys rubbed their eyes and glanced over at Gemma who was sitting up now, alert, and stiff.
'What's wrong, Gemma?"
"Someone's coming"
"It isn't time for the meal yet"
"No! I mean someone is coming -for us. They are coming to rescue us. I can feel it - I dreamed it. But it's not safe. Not for them. Not for us. They are walking into a trap"
TBC
-
Korriban
Surface: Valley of the Dark Lords
Upon finding the limo empty, Rutherford becomes visibly unhinged although he is making a considerable effort to keep it together. Mara's words only seem to deepen the grim expression on his face as they press further into the cave. Garron hovers nearby, blaster out and ready. Circe follows behind the Jedi Nevylinn who trails Master Corrin and Mara. She began to have a terrible feeling once they left the shuttle and it has not left her since. This place is pure evil and the stories she had heard scarcely do it justice. The darkness seems thicker than it would anywhere else but then again, it could just be her perception of the former Sith home world.
From the depths of hell, a terrible groan reverberates all around them followed by a distinct wet hiss. The group pauses, straining their other senses to try and get a feel for where the source of the noise came from. It sounds otherworldly and most certainly unfriendly. Perhaps they had wandered into something's lair.
There is movement to the right, an attack, as three of the Federation agents vanish into the darkness. Muffled cries can be heard, causing the group to band closer together. Something snares Circe's ankle and she screams, falling back. Garron fires twice as the Jedi move into an attack formation, sabers arcing and gliding through the air with careful precision. Then it is still and silent again. They convene over the fallen, shining what little light they have on the bodies. Rutherford emerges from between them, kneeling down for a closer look.
The tattered robes, charred flesh, dead black eyes and uneven rows of sharp fangs bring back flashes from the past. His daughter waking in sheer panic almost like clockwork, nightmares of the nameless boy and the monsters who mercilessly pursued them. She had been asked by a highly recommended sleep disorder therapist to draw the things she saw and Rutherford would never forget what lay on the pages Gemma showed them.
The monsters in her head now lie slain before them all.
Rutherford stands quickly, "They are here."
"Who?"
"The children."
"How can you be sure?"
"Because I know."
Master Corrin and Nevylinn exchange uneasy glances.
Mara grabs his arm before he takes off running, "What are those things, Rutherford?"
He grimaces, as if it is almost too painful to recall.
"They are the monsters from Gemma's mind, the ones who were after her..."
Mara's lips part in horror.
"..and Riley."
He nods.
Garron, familiar with Gemma's nightmares, has to ask.
"You are certain, Lord Gellar?"
"Yes."
Nevylinn takes in this information. Mara had briefed them on the trip over about the prior connection between Gemma Masterton and Riley Tacofer through a series of recurring dreams. It seems the daughter of Masterton had a certain sense of precognition to compliment what she is told is a lovely singing voice. Could she have somehow known this would happen?Would the girl's clues lead them to the children? She is about to speak when Rutherford pulls his arm free of Mara's grasp and disappears into the darkness, calling Gemma's name. Their fears had been realized and the instability of Gellar's condition now manifests in a way that could endanger them all. Garron reacts first, rushing after him with Mara, Circe and the Jedi in pursuit.
-TBC
-
Korriban
Surface: Valley of the Dark Lords
They are running in the darkness, lit only by the light cast by lightsabers, colored shadows splashing across the ground and the walls of the massive cavern. Rutherford is calling for his daughter, the others are following, desperate to silence him. The jedi are certain now - everyone, except maybe Rutherford is certain - they are being watched.
As they speed ahead, Corrin moves alongside Mara.
"You know, don't you"
She nodded, keeping a swift pace. Circe and Garron are a few meters ahead of them, and Rutherford, a few meters in front of that. But that was not what the jedi was talking about. On the periphery of her vision, optic sensors were reading slight movements, heat signatures, ever so slightly higher than the temperature of the cave -which itself was fairly warm.
"We're being watched. And followed"
"I told you this was a trap"
"And I told you it didn't matter"
Rutherford, Circe, and Garron had disappeared from sight as they rounded a corner, a much narrower neck of the cave than the previous cavern - and much narrower than the chamber they now entered. Vast in its darkness - except not entirely darkness. Ahead and to their left, bright harsh florescent lighting was shooting out of a block-shaped cell. The light allowed a small amount of detail of their surroundings to be more visible - the color of the cave floor was an orange-dusty shade, the ceiling was covered in crags, and stalagmites and stalagtites jutted out from top and bottom, creating a forest of rock.
Excellent for an ambush, Mara thought silently, and it was clear that almost everyone else had the same thought. Rutherford did not slow as he began approaching the lighted chamber, almost running in a path between dozens of rock formations.
Shouting at him wouldn't help, but Mara and the others followed as cautiously - and as quickly - as they could, keeping eyes in all directions.
"Gemma!"
Rutherford had reached the cell, smiling at the sight of his daughter and his son. He had found them. He raced forward, arms outstretched - and a moment later found himself flat on his back,having run directly into the forcefield which shot him backward. His hands ached, his whole body sore.
"Daddy!"
Gemma had been glad to see her father, but shouted as he fell backward. SHe was also concerned - even with the rescue and the likelihood of danger, it was unlike her father to be so rash.
The fall had allowed the rest of the rescue party to catch up, Mara glancing over at Rutherford, who was being tended by Circe and Nevylinn before making his way toward the cage, looking over at Riley. She couldn't help but smile, seeing that he was ok.
"Riley ... I missed you"
Riley however, offered Mara not a look of joy, but one of suspicion. He did not return the happy greeting, and Mara noted the other children also gave her a wary look.
"Riley, I ..."
She didn't understand it - and then it came to her.
"You've seen my face on others, haven't you ..."
They remained skeptical, but Riley nodded.
Mara felt crushed, realizing they could not trust her - not if they were going to be careful.
"It's really me, Riley ... your aunt"
"How do I know that?"
It was a fair question - what could she say that would convince him. But it wasn't her that gave the answer. It was Gemma
"It's her, Riley - it's your aunt"
Mara turned to face Gemma, surprised.
"How do you know?"
"You feel ... different ... different from the others."
Mara shook her head.
"How can you feel me - I took the vaccine"
"It's not the force that I feel in you. It's the life. The other one - she didn't seem alive. You do"
That was a revelation for Mara. It had never occurred to Mara that she actually could actually be different from her look-alikes. After all, none of them were biological beings, so the signature that Gemma felt couldn't be that. Was she more alive though, than her counterparts?
Mara could not think about that at the moment. Right now, there remained a force field between her and the children. She simply nodded, and smiled.
"thank you ... but now, it's time to get you out of here. Stand back"
Gemma, Riley, and Dane all moved to the far corner of the cell as Mara glanced around, finding a small tech box and moving to it. The device was simple enough - just a switch. Apparently, it wasn't meant to be difficult for outsiders to open the cell. With a brief shimmer of light, the forcefield was down.
Rutherford was standing again now, and took a step forward as Gemma and Dane moved to embrace him. Riley was slower, more cautious as he approached Mara, who had a conciliatory frown, but bent down, watching him.
"Riley ..."
"I'm sorry Aunt Mara"
She felt crushed, for just a moment, the feeling that he wouldn't embrace her. She needed to hold him and feel him, to make sure he was real, that this wasn't one of her strange dreams. But then he did, breaking down in tears and running to her. They grasped each other tightly, and Mara whispered into his ear.
"I missed you so much ... I don't ever want to lose you again"
Rutherford was also crying as he held his children. It took a minute before anyone stated the obvious question.
"Where is Dahlia?"
As if in response to the question, a second light activated, halfway across the chamber. There she was, Dahlia, in another cell, almost pressed against the opening. But she was not alone. Behind her, a woman in black, her features barely visible - but from her fingertips, blue lightning arcing out, hitting Dahlia, who was shaking and tremoring. Then the heart-wrenching cry that echoed throughout the chamber.
"Daddy! DADDY! SAVE ME!"
Rutherford was standing now, taking a few steps forward, ready to go to his adopted daughter. That was when a few more lights went on. Behind Dahlia's cell, more lights revealed the cave - and not just a handful, but dozens of the dark creatures that haunted their nightmares. They were watching at first, and then slowly advancing.
Rutherford paused his forward motion, glancing up at them and then back down at Dahlia. His body began to shake, and he shook his head.
"I can't ... I can't do it ... it's impossible ..."
The jedi took a few steps forward now, weapons raised as the creatures began to snarl at them.
Rutherford stood transfixed, watching his eldest, adopted daughter being tortured, and doing nothing.
And then he turned.
"We have to go ... I have to save them ... before it's too late"
He grabbed Gemma and Dane each in one hand, and began running in the opposite direction, back the way they had come. Circe and Garron followed close behind, weapons brandished and ready to aid their boss in escaping.
Mara held Riley's arm in one hand, her blaster out in the other, glancing at the creatures crawling the cave, moving into the spikes of rock overhead. They were not approaching from the ground, but from the top of the cave - in a matter of minutes, they would be able to simply jump down on them.
The trap was sprung.
"Mara - take Riley and go"
It was the jedi master, Adin Corrin, his eyes bright with righteous fury. The other jedi looked equally poised.
"No time to question, Mara. Go, NOW!"
"COme on Riley - run with me"
Mara turned and began following after Rutherford, Gemma, Dane, Circe, and Garron, flanked by the remaining federation guards, with the jedi taking the rear guard.
Corrin stared at the woman in the cell with Dahlia, her sneer unmistakable as she let Dahlia collapse to the ground, leaving the cell and motioning with a hand. That was the signal, no doubt, for the creatures that had been moving slowly began advancing at a much faster pace, landing on the ground in front of them, climbing through the rock formations overhead and on either side. The jedi turned and began to run, weapons ready for the assault.
A deadly race had begun.
-
Korriban
Surface: Valley of the Dark Lords
There was no time to think. There was barely time to breathe. There was only running.
Rutherford had been in the lead, pulling at the arms of his twin children, which caused him to slow enough for Garron and Circe to catch up and move ahead of them. They moved quickly between columns of stone through the darkness, flashlights clipped to the tops of blasters allowing brief glimmers of light as they moved away from the lit passage. Though moving faster, the frenzied pace and the fact they felt hunted made the return trip seem much longer.
They could hear footsteps behind them, the rest of the rescue party, but there was something else - a scratching noise, above and to the sides of them, as if nails grasped stone then released in quick succession. It had barely been noticed at first in the din of the escape, but it was getting louder - and closer.
A shadow, darker than the space around them fell with a hiss in front of them, forcing them to stop briefly. Garron's light barely registered the face of the creature as a blaster shot rang out. The hiss became a wailing and then was silent. Then the running continued.
Several more of the creatures jumped out at them as they made their way to the exit, one managing to slash at Rutherford, who pushed the children back to turn toward it - and find himself gashed across the chest. He sucked in air in pain, the flashlight showing a fresh trickle of blood through the tear in his clothing.
But he shook his head
"We have to keep going"
And on they went, the vanguard. They passed the limo that had stolen the children, continuing further toward the exit, hoping their ship was still there to take them away.
************
Mara didn't need a flashlight - her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and as she ran, she would fire randomly into the darkness - only it wasn't random, a hiss or wail confirming she hit her targets. The Gellar clan had been ahead of them, and Mara heard a few shots from that direction. But as long as THEY kept moving forward, she knew she could move forward. Mara preyed Circe and Garron were good enough shots to take the vanguard as they ran through this perilous maze of darkness.
While holding the blaster in the one hand, she gripped Riley tightly in the other, and she could tell he was getting out of breathe.
"Come on, Riley. I know you can do it. We have to get out of here"
He didn't speak - but he understood, and he nodded his head, redoubling his efforts to keep up with his inexhaustible aunt.
Mara never looked behind her. Two federation soldiers were within shouting distance, and the jedi were close behind. She focused on what could leap out at her from the sides or the top - and making sure they kept moving.
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The jedi were not just running. They were practically dancing. As they moved at great speed forward, they would constantly twirl around, waving a saber and striking down one of the minions that had gotten too close. But even with their skill, they were falling behind the others, and the scratching sounds made by the creatures overhead had caught up to them.
They knew it as they were being surrounded, focusing their weaponry on destroying what blocked their way, striking the air even as enemies fell from above.
Nevylinn was the youngest of the jedi present - not so young anymore truthfully. By contrast, Adin Corrin was the oldest of the jedi, and as this fight and flight continued, he found himself at the rear of the rear guard.
Something fell from above, but it wasn't one of the creatures. In fact, it had with it a crimson glow. The jedi in front of Corrin fell to the ground, his body split down the middle as the attacker landed on its feet ... her feet.
Corrin paused, raising his weapon, and the other jedi stopped and turned, sensing this was no ordinary attacker. Nevylinn, a dozen or so paces ahead stopped as well, sensing something entirely different... familiarity.
The attacker turned her head, and Nevylinn's face transformed into surprise, As she recognized it. A face like hers, but different in subtle ways. An ever so slight difference in chin. Color of hair. And eyes. They had once been the same as hers, but time and the dark side had changed them into something colder, more evil. Those red lips, the color of blood, and her saber, curled into a smile as the attacker looked at Nevylinn.
"Hello, sister. Fancy meeting you here"
"Adubell!?!"
"Ah, so you remember me! I'm touched"
Corrin's voice shouted out from behind Adubell
"Nevylinn - get out of here! Now! You need to go!"
"But"
"Go!"
Nevylinn nodded, glancing at her sister once more before continuing forward on the run, the other jedi also following as the creatures flowed toward them.
Adubell turned to face Corrin, whose blade was pointing toward her.
"What, I can't talk to my own sister? Does family mean nothing here!"
"You don't care anything about family"
"Of course, spoken like the Master Corrin who pitted friends against each other"
"It was Alexander Winton who pitted friends - and family - against each other"
"Aren't you doing the same now? I noticed one daughter wasn't saved today"
"You didn't leave us a choice"
"There's always a choice, jedi. And that choice - that was the once chance you had to beat me. But now, Dahlia saw herself abandoned by her so-called father. That's something people don't get over, Adin. You just made Dahlia the greatest enemy of the jedi, and her adopted family."
Corrin's eyes went wide when he realized her plan - and how he had so easily helped her with it
"Yes, good, now too late you realize. Jedi think so slowly. But you'll never get the chance to correct THIS mistake. Sorry, jedi"
A moment later, blades clashed, back and forth, and soon the two were dancing around in combat, shifting amongst the stones, sending rocks and pebbles crashing.
At first, the fight seemed even, the jedi almost having them upper hand. But as the battle wore on, it was clear that Adubell's youth and Corrin's age were changing the tide against him. He was starting to sweat, breathing harder, even as she seemed so at ease with her strikes.
"Tired yet, old man?"
He gritted his teeth, blocking another strike. He knew he had to end this soon, or he would lose, and so he moved to make a more aggressive attack.
Adubell fell back, blocking each strike feebly, until she was pressed against a column of stone. As she paried another strike, Corrin twisted, and the saber fell out of Adubell's hands. She lifted her hands up, defensively, but a smirk was on her face as Corrin stepped forward, ready to finish her off.
"You forgot one thing, jedi"
"what's that?"
"I'm a sith. I don't fight fair"
Corrin felt a sudden presence, turning and blocking as four of the creatures moved to attack him with stones.
Then he felt a jarring, sharp pain, his saber falling from his hands, and he glanced down, seeing a bloody vibro blade poking out of his torso.
"oh, and sith fight with other weapons too"
Adubell twisted the blade,, then yanked it out, watching as Corrin fell to his knees, grasping for something. She stepped forward, grabbing him by the hair and yanking his head up.
"don't worry. I'll make sure Dahlia is taken care of."
With a final slice, the blade cut across his throat, and the jedi master was no more.
Adubell turned to the nearest of the creatures.
"You can let the rest go. Kill the jedi if you can, but it doesn't matter anymore"
TBC
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Korriban
Surface: Valley of the Dark Lords
Rutherford was gasping hard from the pain as he kept running. The light ahead was growing, and as they drew closer to the entrance to the cave, it seemed the attackers were diminishing. Perhaps they didn’t like natural sunlight?
He didn’t have time to process that thought. The two jedi who had remained behind had a pained expression on their faces, their lightsabers already ignited.
Rutherford passed them without comment, climbing the ship’s ramp and only then releasing his children’s hands, sitting in the galley and leaning back against the cushion, glancing down at the wound and wincing.
“Dane, grab the first aid kitâ€
Gemma stayed by her father’s side, watching with concern while Dane stepped to the other side of the room, pulling out the kit and running back to their father.
“Alright – let’s see how bad the damage isâ€
Meanwhile, Garron had run to the cockpit, turning to the pilot
“Get the ship ready for takeoffâ€
“Is everyone on board?â€
“Not yet – but we need to be ready to goâ€
Circe had waited by the ship’s ramp, filling in the jedi there of what had happened. They in turn, provided Circe with ill news.
“Master Corrin is deadâ€
“How?â€
They shook their heads- death of a jedi master was easy enough to detect, but cause of death was another trick altogether. The ship began to rumble to life as Garron stepped back down the ramp, casually holding the blaster in his hand and gazing at the cave.
“Let’s hope the others make it outâ€
Circe glanced over at the jedi, about to tell Garron of the news, when more figures came into view – Mara was running with Riley in tow. A few federation soldiers also appeared, though less than half the number that had first gone in.
Reaching the ramp, Mara motioned to Riley.
“Go to the cockpit – see if you can be helpful there.â€
Riley was too exhausted to respond, simply nodding his head and trudging up. Riley stopped inside only long enough to see Gemma and Dane tending to their father. Gemma glanced over at Riley.
“he’s going to be alrightâ€
But there was clear worry in her eyes.
Riley offered a reassuring smile, and nodded.
“I’m sure he’ll be fine with you helping him. I have to head to the cockpit.â€
Gemma nodded, turning back to her father as Riley made his way to assist the pilot. This ship was a lot more complex than the things Aunt Mara had allowed him to pilot in the past, but if he could be of any assistance.
Outside the ship, Mara, Circe, Garron, the two jedi guards and the federation guards watched cautiously for sign of the remaining jedi.
They heard it before they saw it, the swiping of lightsabers. In the darkness, they could see small specks of light whirling around. And then the jedi, still doing their defensive dance-and-run moves, emerging from the darkness.
“Order the ship to take offâ€
Those guarding the ship stepped up onto the ramp, a few heading all the way up, while Garron and Mara held onto the hydraulic lifts that supported the very bottom of the ramp.
The jedi drawing closer were tired, and many were wounded with what looked like scratch and bite marks, a few more noticeable bruises, but none, it seemed, were unharmed.
The ship lifted off the ground, hovering about a foot above the rocky floor, the jedi now sprinting forward, jumping onto the ship, and with the help of Mara and Garron, boarding.
Nevylinn was the last to board, stepping onto the ramp and glancing back behind her, her voice a whisper
“he’s gone …â€
The cave entrance looked quiet, the enemy apparently not wishing to storm the ship in broad daylight. Mara helped Nevylinn up the ramp, Garron stepping up as the hydraulics lifted it closed.
The entryway was a disheartened mess of jedi, silently mourning the loss of the jedi master.
But their work was not done. Nevylinn was escorted by Circe to where Rutherford was laying. The adrenaline of the rescue fading, and the pain of the injury setting in.
Nevylinn smiled at Gemma and Dane, before bending beside Rutherford, and placing her hands on the wound.
“Let me see if I can take care of youâ€
Garron and Circe stood nearby, watching the Gellar family while Nevylinn worked.
Meanwhile, Mara made her way to the cockpit, to find her nephew sitting beside the pilot, an excited look in his eyes, as if the past ordeal was forgotten.
“He’s letting me help with the steering and lift!â€
Mara smiled, a grateful, exhausted smile, and she stepped forward, leaning her head down and kissing Riley on the top of his head. This experience, what she felt knowing Riley was safe, it was like nothing she had ever experienced before.
As the ship lifted higher and higher, out of the canyon, toward orbit, she felt content.
“What is our destination?â€
It was a fair question. Etti? Or Chandaar? Or maybe a different world, away from the press while the children, and Rutherford, and the jedi recovered?
“I think we need to get away from the news. Set a course for the Wheelâ€
TBC
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Hyperspace
As the shuttle races toward The Wheel, Nevylinn tends to the injured Rutherford Gellar. The laceration is not mortal but is deep enough to cause concern. She tries not to fall apart after the loss of Master Corrin, burying those emotions beneath the Jedi code to help those in need but the weariness threatens to overtake her.
Circe stays close to the children, cleaning them up as best she can until they reach their destination. Gemma excuses herself and moves toward Nevylinn, placing a small hand gently on her shoulder. The Jedi turns, falling into the calm of Gemma’s ocean blue eyes. She can sense the pain in Nevylinn and moves closer to put her arms around her neck in a warm embrace. Some would consider it strange, a child comforting an adult, but at that moment, it is exactly what Nevylinn needs.
Dane has said nothing since he was brought onboard but does not fight Circe’s nervous pestering. He stares over her shoulder at his sister hugging the Jedi and then at his father slumped back against the wall, shirt open and bandages across the wound. He wants to ask what no one else has bothered mentioning in all the commotion – where’s Dahlia? He thought he caught a glimpse of her during their escape. She was in another cell so close to them the whole time. There were so many of those monsters swarming the caves that getting to Dahlia may have risked them all which means they left her behind.
Garron steps away and pulls out his com-link. The message light is blinking. He had not even heard it ring during the escape and wonder how long ago it was left. He slides open the device and brings it to his ear. The message that plays sends shivers down his entire frame. Janessa’s voice is strained, bordering on frantic. His eyes first move to his sister, fussing over Dane then slowly over to Mara, who moves toward the cockpit to check on Riley. His jaw tightens as he clips the device back to his belt and follows.
Riley is at the controls, seemingly happy as Mara watches on relieved. Sensing him there, she turns.
“A word, Ambassador?â€
She nods, stepping back out into the galley.
“Did you need something, Mister Prescott?â€
“Something you want to tell me?â€
His face is a stoic mask rivaling that of her own.
“I’m not sure what you want me to say.â€
He activates his com-link and hands it to her.
“Then I suggest you listen.â€
-TBC
-
Hyperspace
Mara is standing a few feet behind Riley when she senses an approach behind her. ? Turning, she finds herself face to face with Garron Prescott
“A word, Ambassador?â€
Mara nods, stepping back out into the galley.
“Did you need something, Mister Prescott?â€
“Something you want to tell me?â€
Mara assumes he is upset about her choice of destination. ? After all, while it was a place she herself could call home, the Gellars were not likely to receive the warmest welcome. ? She felt for certain that she could convince him of the merits of the decision – keeping away from where Rutherford and the children would be much bigger targets, both of the media and of enemies that might seek to recapture them. ? But as of yet, she wasn’t certain that was what he was asking about.
“I’m not sure what you want me to say.â€
Instead of discussing their destination, Garron lifts his com-link, handing it to her.
“Then I suggest you listen.â€
Curiously, Mara lifted the com-link so she could hear it clearly.
“Garron, its Janessa. We need to speak immediately. The Federation Ambassador has gone before the Senate to undermine the Corporate Sector and accused them of using the kidnapping as means to stall negotiations. Even more disturbing is that the Senate Speaker now has evidence that makes it appear as though the cruiser used to abduct the children off of D’ian was purchased by your sister.â€
Mara held the com-link for several seconds after the short message ended, staring at Garron, and despite her usual ability to keep her facial features hidden, there was a look of disbelief on her face.
“Janessa … Janessa Kain – Republic liason for the Corporate Sector?â€
Garron nods, his cold features never looking away from Mara.
“She said the Federation ambassador went before the senate …â€
Mara looks away, her free hand grasping the wall. Speaking to herself more than to Garron, she closed her eyes
“Riley and the children saw at least one of them on Korriban … but how many … and the administrator …â€
Mara looked back up at Garron, as if finally realizing he was still standing there.
“You ? remember what I said? ? About the look-alikes? ? The enemy must have … must have known that I left with Rutherford. ? And put someone in my place, who looks like me.â€
“You didn’t know about this?â€
“I’ve been with you for quite a few days now, Mr. Prescott, I think you would have noticed if I disappeared. ? Our enemy – they used the rescue to get us away from Chandaar, and then, in one fell swoop, destroyed what Rutherford and I have been working on for months.â€
For a moment, Mara thought back, when Jedi Master Corrin discussed not saving the children at all, and she wondered if maybe he had been right. ? But then she glanced over where Gemma and Dane were by their father, and looked into the cockpit where Riley still sat, happily at the controls. ? No, it was right to save them. ? No question of that. ? But it was unclear what the cost was.
“Ms. Kain’s message leaves out a lot of details. ? When we get to the Wheel, we need to find out what else was done by the Federation in my absence, and the status of this investigation.â€
Garron nods
“I’m going to inform Circe and Rutherfordâ€
He was about to step away when Mara grabbed his arm
“No. ? you can’tâ€
Garron looked at her
“why not?â€
“Rutherford is recuperating. ? And your sister …â€
“we can trust her. ? The story can’t be trueâ€
“Garron, SOMEONE found out about our rescue trip, and gave that information away. ? I know it wasn’t the children, and I know it wasn’t me. ? My men were never even told where we were going, so they couldn’t have given it away, and I think it’s safe to say it wasn’t the jedi who gave away our secret. ? So either it was Rutherford, or Circe, or you, or someone else in the Gellar office who has been spying on us. ? They’ll find out soon enough – news of this will be widespread – but I’d like to make sure we can find out as much as we can before our enemy learns more about usâ€
TBC
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The Wheel
There was tension in the air, that was to be sure. While the children seemed focused on their small world of tasks – Riley at the cockpit, checking readings, Gemma and Dane assisting in the care of their father – the adults had their minds on things far beyond their shuttle.
Mara was standing in the cockpit entrance, looking out at the main galley chamber, looking first at Rutherford, then Circe, then Garron, then to the jedi, who were huddled in the back, mourning their loss. Nevylinn had assisted in stabilizing Rutherford – for now at least – and had joined her jedi companions in their contemplations.
Garron Prescott was sitting stone faced in the chair, staring down at the floor. He had agreed, reluctantly, to keep silent on their destination and the accusations against his sister, but he certainly did not approve of it. Circe Prescott, meanwhile, gave off no indication that she had become the center of a huge scandal. She was busy checking on the children, and Rutherford, who lay sleeping, eyes closed but moaning as one hand would clutch his wound, the other reaching out for someone or something. Circe would gently take his hand and lower it, and he would quiet for a few minutes before again reaching out.
A soft chime indicated they were close to their destination, and a few moments later, they felt the deceleration of exiting hyperspace into real space. Streaks of peaceful light outside gave way to millions of points of stars, far off in the blackness of space.
And much closer by, the massive circular-tubed structure of the Wheel, surrounded by hundreds of ingoing and outgoing craft. In the distance, a handful of decommissioned craft, including an ancient droid-control-ship, which served as more of a museum nowadays than a ship of war. After dealings with Phage and Centerpoint, even the exhibits of droids were either melted down or put into storage to appease the outcries of the galaxy. Now, the history lesson came in the form of holograms.
Mara watched as Garron and Circe looked out the viewport, Garron’s face still stoic, but Circe bearing one of confusion as she turned to Mara.
“The Wheel? I was under the impression we were headed to Etti, or Dian or Chandaar. Why are we at the Wheel?â€
Mara glanced at Garron, then back to Circe
“There is a firestorm of news coverage about the abduction of the Gellar children, both in the Republic capital and the Corporate Sector. We may have rescued the children – most of the children – but we still don’t really understand who our enemy is, why the children were taken, or what is the next step to ensure the children are safe. The Wheel is away from much of that press, and a place I know we can rest and recuperate with relative privacyâ€
Circe nodded her head briefly, before again asking
“What kind of coverage?â€
Mara looked to Garron who nodded back to her.
“Circe – there are accusations that the kidnapping of the children … that it was orchestrated by youâ€
Circe shook her head, eyes wide in shock.
“Excuse me? How could I haveâ€
“The cruiser used to abduct the children. It was bought in your name; with your account.â€
Circe again shook her head
“it’s not true! How could I? When? Who?â€
Mara watched her, testing her reaction. She could not rule out the possibility that Circe was indeed involved in this. And still, she wasn’t about to waste time listening to the denial.
“There’s more. Apparently, the accusation was made by me. Or rather, a look-alike of me, who went before the senate while we were on the rescue mission. She, that is the look alike, managed to get the Federation permits passed and undermined the Corporate Sector with accusations of using the abduction as a pretense to stall negotiations with the Federation. The information we were given was minimal, from Janessa Kain, but, I’ve managed to obtain a few additional bits of information. You, Circe Prescott, are under a formal investigation by the office of the speaker of the senate, are on paid administrative leave, and will be arrested if you set foot on any republic world. All corporate holdings in the Republic are being temporarily frozen, and negotiations on new contracts are being held up as well.â€
Circe placed a hand on the wall to steady herself as she fell to a sitting position on the bench. Garron was approaching her when she glanced over at him, hurt in her eyes.
“You didn’t tell me. You knew – and you didn’t tell meâ€
“I’m sorry, Circe. It was just until we reached the Wheelâ€
“It was my suggestion, Ms. Prescott.â€
Circe turned from Garron to Mara
“That doesn’t make my brother hiding it from me ok. And who are you to be making these decisions anyway?â€
“Someone had toâ€
At this point, the jedi were approaching, in hopes of discussing the next step once they landed, but the pilot called Mara into the cockpit, and the conversation grew stagnant, Circe looking at Garron with mistrust and hurt.
Mara for her part, smiled at Riley, as she entered in the passcode for entrance to the executive landing bay at the Wheel.
Just a few minutes later, the ship touched down.
Amir Faram was approaching as Mara descended from the ramp.
“Mara, this is quite unexpected. I anticipated you would be on Chandaar, furthering the deals you negotiatedâ€
“As I would be – if the deal in play is one I had in fact negotiatedâ€
Faram looked confused, and then even more so as he saw behind Mara, descending from the ramp, Riley, Gemma, Dane, and a gurney carrying the injured Rutherford Gellar.
“Administrator, a lot has happened since I went to Chandaar, and there is not much time before we need to make a decision. Can we – ALL of us – go somewhere where we can speak in private?â€
-
The Wheel
“You are telling me it wasn’t you: it wasn’t you who finalized the deal with the Republic; it wasn’t you who accused Mr. Gellar and the Corporate Sector of playing politics with children; it wasn’t you who stood before the Republic senateâ€
“It wasn’t me, administratorâ€
“It was just someone who looks like you, talks like you, and in every way appears to be youâ€
“Yesâ€
Amir Faram glanced over Mara’s shoulder, through the window to the adjacent room where the rest of the rescue party remained. A medical droid was looking over Rutherford, Circe and Garron were interacting with the children, but not each other, and the jedi were again seeking their own counsel.
“Do they know, Mara? Do they know about you, what you are?â€
“They know enoughâ€
“And what precisely is ENOUGH, Mara. I am not so keen on corporate-sector representatives, or republic counselors knowing that the chief negotiator of the Trade Federation is, in fact, a droidâ€
“They know that I am a clone of Valerie Gellar. And they know there are other such clonesâ€
“They don’t know that you are a machine?â€
“They may have guessed, but it hasn’t been asked, and I haven’t told themâ€
“That could be even worse, if they find out.â€
“Administrator …â€
He held up a hand to cut her off
“That, right now, is actually the least of my concerns. You say that there is a look-alike of you out there, also created as part of Alexander Winton’s GURI project?â€
“At least one, though from what Riley tells me, there was one on Korriban at the same time that there was one on the Republic Capital. There is no way of knowing for sure how many look-alikes there areâ€
“How do I know you are the real thing, and not an imposter?â€
Mara might have felt hurt, but of course, it was a logical question, and one she could appreciate. Jedi Master Corrin had made a similar statement when Mara first met him. The answer was not all that reassuring.
“You don’t. And even if you do now, you won’t know if it’s me in the future. You didn’t know it wasn’t me when the look-alike sought your approval on the new contract with the republicâ€
“and no one in the entire Republic senate knew it wasn’t you making the accusations against Rutherford Gellar.â€
“Exactly. At the time the look-alike made that accusation, I was with Gellar and the Prescotts, going to save his children and Rileyâ€
“You know that there is now an investigation against Circe Prescott?â€
“I do – I have no reason to believe it’s trueâ€
“Except that didn’t come from the imposter. That came from an investigation by the Office of the Speaker of the Senate.â€
“Hacking into a bank account and arranging for a purchase is not the hardest task for a droid. I could have done it with relative easeâ€
“True – but they have uncovered some additional information against Ms. Prescott. Documentation of her activities over the last several months and years- information that could not have been so easily hacked.â€
“I thought they already found that she was otherwise cleanâ€
“That was upon first inspection. But Inspector Pike Erbon found a few inconsistencies which at first seemed like mere anomalies in the data file. On closer look, they found small amounts of income from unaccounted sources appearing in her official republic accountâ€
“someone was funneling money into her account?â€
“Yes. And that direct-deposit was approved by Circe Prescott, according to bank documents foundâ€
“When did Prescott make that approval?â€
“I don’t have all the details – what I’m hearing is a mix of what has been relayed to the media and a few of my internal sourcesâ€
Mara nodded, knowing full well what that meant. She herself had used some of Faram’s internal sources to help negotiate deals in the past
“They say that the direct-deposit was approved almost ten years ago – just a few months after Centerpoint. This second account has been accumulating for nearly ten years, and records are showing it has developed into quite a sum. As you know, Republic Counselors are not the richest of folks. But her account has substantially more than her pay-grade would allow. Not only was the money put into her account, but it was also invested – not just wisely, but with extreme luck. Almost every investment that the account made multiplied by 5 or 10 times within a few months of the purchase. I actually became more involved in the investigation when Inspector Erbon contacted me for stock-market records. It wasn’t until later, when the story broke, that I understood why he was asking for them.â€
“So let me get this straight: Circe Prescott has been secretly accumulating funds since the Battle of Centerpoint?â€
“Yes. That’s what the report says. She is quite rich. And because each payment is below the threshold, she was not legally required to disclose them.â€
“What is the source of these other funds?â€
“A small corporate entity known as Korrb Security has been paying her weeklyâ€
“I’ve never heard of themâ€
“That’s because they don’t really exist. They are not registered. Anywhere. They have no known press agents, representatives, employees. Nothing.â€
“So who runs them?â€
“Whoever it is, it isn’t sanctioned by the Republic. Korrb Security apparently has been using Circe Prescott and her high-level clearance to make purchases that would not otherwise be approved. Under Republic security rules, any ship above a certain size must be vouched for by an individual with Republic clearance. The vessel that was used to abduct the children fell under that rule. Korrb Security was not allowed to purchase the ship without that validation. So instead, they had Celeste Prescott make the purchase, and because she has that republic clearance attached to all purchases, the vessel was bought without any clearance issues.â€
Now Mara understood. Korrb Security would have been unable to make the purchase of the vessel absent additional steps of identification. Prescott could buy such a ship using her clearance, and sound no alarms.
“What else has Korrb Security used Prescott for?â€
“Apparently, a host of different enterprises, including access to key Republic security infrastructure – including at the hotel where you were staying at and where the Gellars were staying at. Reports are saying that Prescott was acting not only to sabotage the Federation, but Gellar as well. The detainment order against her has, in the last day or so, become an official arrest warrant.â€
This news would not bode well for her companions. But Mara wondered if Celeste actually did know of anything. Afterall, how could all that money be in her account for years without her knowing it?
“is anyone else under investigationâ€
“Her brother, Garron, as you can imagine, as well as Janessa Kain, Republic liason to the corporate sector and Kaytt Corinthos, who is apparently an attorney for Ms. Kain and the Prescottsâ€
Mara shook her head
“I don’t believe it’s true. I already know there is deception going on, and it was used against Rutherford Gellar. This could be part of the same game. Circe Prescott has been loyal …â€
“For ten years? Longer? Whoever started this plan, started it a long time ago. Prescott has been making money to play her part. Her so-called loyalty could be an act. Remember, your rescue was compromised, was it not?â€
“It wasâ€
“Then someone in your party revealed that information to … well, whomever it was you were rescuing the children fromâ€
“It doesn’t fitâ€
“I don’t really care if it does or doesn’t. That’s their concern. Mine is how to deal with the problem at hand – your look-alike. We have someone unauthorized acting as the voice of the Trade Federation, and making politically heavy accusations. I need to know whether I can trust your look-alike won’t go doing something to harm the Trade Federationâ€
“It’s all part of the same issueâ€
“Mara, I appreciate the gravity of the situation. But right now, I’m housing a Republic counselor who is subject to immediate arrest and have an ambassador who is not really my ambassador. I have to look out for the Federation’s interests first.â€
Mara looked away, back through the window at the others who were growing inpatient. Rutherford was conscious, but groggy, and Garron was speaking with him softly, glancing over at his sister who was furiously ignoring him as she kept her eyes on the monitor hanging near the ceiling.
“I have a solution, Administrator. One that I think is necessary. I will go before the senate, indicate that I was mistaken in my accusations against Rutherford Gellar, and resign my post. No other look alike will be speaking for the Federation againâ€
“I cannot let you do thatâ€
“Why not?â€
“Because there is an ongoing investigation involving Gellar and his close associates. You cannot say that the accusation was wrong, especially if it turns out to be trueâ€
“it won’tâ€
“It might. Instead, I am going to issue a directive, recalling you back to the Wheel, and relinquishing your representative privileges. People will speculate, of course, but our office will respond with ‘no comment’ or indicating that you completed your task, and future negotiations with the Republic will involve a more permanent representativeâ€
“What if the look-alike says it’s something else?â€
“Then she will be contradicting her boss. That will take away the authorization to speak on the Federation’s behalf, without destroying the deal that we went there to makeâ€
“And what about Gellar and Prescott?â€
“I think now it is time that we bring them in and see what we can doâ€
Mara turned to open the door. Garron was no longer speaking with Rutherford, and both of them were staring up at the monitor that Celeste had been watching intently. As Mara stepped into the room, she turned and glanced up at the monitor.
“We are receiving reports from the Office of the Speaker of the Republic Senate indicating that Inspector Pike Erbon was found dead early this morning. Inspector Erbon had been assigned to look into allegations against Counselor Circe Prescott and her associates, including Janessa Kain. Erbon’s notes indicated he was suspicious of a relationship between Kain and Prescott’s brother, Garron. Sources within the office of the Speaker, on condition of anonymity, are saying they believe Ms. Prescott may be involved in Inspector Erbon’s murderâ€
TBC
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The Wheel
After the report concludes, all eyes are on Circe Prescott.
She is gasping, heart pounding, as she glances around the room. There is suspicion in the expressions of some, disbelief in others. She shakes her head, arms out, trying to find the right words for how wrong this all is.
“This is insane,†Circe says. “Conspire to murder a Republic official? I would never.â€
Rutherford nods, “Of course not. You’ve been here with us the whole time.â€
“There are other inconsistencies,†Garron says.
“What? What are you talking about?â€
Mara steps further into the room, voice steady as she summarizes what she and the Administrator had discussed just moments before. The accounts, Korb Security, Prescott’s access used to purchase the carrier, the compromised status of their rescue mission – all with one thing in common: Counselor Prescott.
These revelations send shockwaves through the group.
Rutherford’s face falls.
Garron crosses his arms, staring intensely at his sister.
Circe blinks back the burning tears.
“You honestly believe I have been working against you for nearly a decade? Why? To what end? Until recently, I had purposefully kept my distance from the Gellar’s out of the guilt I felt over what happened at Corellia. I’ve had to live with the fact that I left my friends to die there while I went on to survive, to have a life and a career. To tell their story. I cared very deeply for Melanie and to dishonor her memory by conspiring to harm her family is so outlandish it defies words.â€
She tucks her hair behind her ears and shakes her head.
“I did not do this. Me, Garron, Janessa, Rutherford. We are being set up.â€
-TBC
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The Wheel
The report of the murder turned everything on its head. Circe Prescott was being investigated, and then her investigator ended up dead.
“You honestly believe I have been working against you for nearly a decade? Why? To what end? Until recently, I had purposefully kept my distance from the Gellar’s out of the guilt I felt over what happened at Corellia. I’ve had to live with the fact that I left my friends to die there while I went on to survive, to have a life and a career. To tell their story. I cared very deeply for Melanie and to dishonor her memory by conspiring to harm her family is so outlandish it defies words.â€
She tucks her hair behind her ears and shakes her head.
“I did not do this. Me, Garron, Janessa, Rutherford. We are being set up.â€
Circe is looking around the room. Searching for a friend, an ally, someone who believes her. Garron’s face shows a look of sadness, Rutherford of betrayal. Mara’s unreadable.
The tension in the room is palpable – no one even seems to notice that the holonet has moved on from the serious business of a gruesome murder to some of the fluff that they always managed to put into their newscasts:
“… The famed socialite defied normal conventions and married her long-time love interest in a private ceremony, surrounded only by their very closest friends. Nicknamed ‘Syren’, the socialite made headlines several years ago when she was first reported to be dating a Republic Slicer and programmer. When asked how she ended up with a computer guy, the socialite pointed out that love, like herself, often defied conventions …†((shout out and congrats,Karen!))
Truth be told, the ‘dream-come-true’ story would not have lightened their spirits any.
It was Mara who finally broke the tension.
“Circe, I think you need to lay low for a while. And I think you need to do it away from the Gellar familyâ€
Circe turned to face Mara, anger and hurt in her face, but before she could speak, Mara raised a hand.
“Right now, you being around them could hurt them, and could tie them into the investigation. You cannot help them by staying close. I’m not going to tell you where I think you should go – perhaps turn yourself in to Republic authorities, perhaps not. But to stay with this group only endangers themâ€
“I have spent the last decade serving the Gellar family …â€
“And if you truly care for them, you would understand this is what is bestâ€
Circe was unconvinced [COLOR=#E36C09 ]“Do you really think I set this whole charade up?†[/color]
“It doesn’t really matter what I believe. Right now, your presence around us, around them – it’s poisonâ€
Circe was shaking, herself irrational now, shouting at Mara.
“Me? I’M poision? Who started this whole mess, hmm? It wasn’t Circe Prescott – it was YOU. YOU, and the one who looks just like you. The kidnapping was by a Mara Tacofer look alike and the investigation was prompted by a
Mara Tacofer look alike. Why aren’t YOU the poisoned one?â€
“It’s not Mara Tacofer they are duplicates of. It’s Valerie Gellar.â€
“That symantics doesn’t change anythingâ€
“No, it doesn’t – which is why Mara Tacofer will be recalled back to the Wheel by the Trade Federation administrator. Neither me – nor any other look alike – will have the authority to speak for the Trade Federation to the Republic again. That is what I can do for the Gellars. And leaving is what YOU can do for themâ€
Circe is breathing hard, still fuming, and she turns to her brother
“Garron, you don’t believe-â€
He too cut her off
“It doesn’t matter – the ambassador is right. You need to go. I think the best thing would be to make a public statement, and then turn yourself in. If you are innocent, you’ll be cleared, and all of this will go away.â€
“You said if …â€
Garron shook his head
“I didn’t mean-“
“Yes, you did. My own brother doesn’t believe me. Great. Fine. Fine!â€
She looked around the room, eyes stopping on administrator Faram, who was standing quietly by the doorway.
“You have a ship for me, that I can take back to Chandaar?â€
Faram hesitated briefly, his mind contemplating offering a ship to a high profile, wanted individual, but then nodded.
“I have an unmarked transport, leaving with some cargo in a few hours. I believe they have room for a passenger, and won’t ask too many questionsâ€
“Fabulousâ€
Circe’s voice dripped with sarcasm as she glanced around the room. Her gaze stopped not on her brother, or any of the adults, but on the children. Dane had a curious expression, Riley was paying attention to a circuit panel nearby, but Gemma was looking at her with tears.
That’s when Circe broke, tears flooding, and she ran from the room.
Again, the room was silent, broken only by the background noise of the monitor, still blabbing off about old actors being brought back for roles they are 30 years too old for.
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The Wheel
The haze, blurred colors and shapes, slowly come into focus. They are in a clearing in what appears to be the early stages of spring. The longer grasses are a deep green hue and glisten with dew. A thick mist hangs in the air, swirling silently in long, uninterrupted strands. Birds chirp in the distance, calling out to one another.
Gemma finds herself standing in a tight circle with Dane, Riley and Dahlia. They face each other but do not speak. As if on cue, they each begin to move backwards, through the grasses, growing older with each step they take, becoming teens then young adults in matter of steps. Through the fog, in the distance, four others appear.
Karen stands behind Dahlia.
Valerie stands behind Dane.
Melanie stands behind Gemma.
Kimber stands behind Riley.
The eight all appear the same age, the similarities between them now so very glaring and obvious. A long, sweeping shadow falls over half the clearing. Karen, Dahlia, Valerie and Dane are consumed by the darkness while Melanie, Gemma, Kimber and Riley remain in the shimmering light.
A voice, distinctly female yet lower and more menacing speaks.
“Winton. Masterton. Patten. Gellar.
The Royal Four of the Force.
Two blessed with the gift.
Two called to serve as Touchstones.
Equal parts of a sacred balance.
The gifted go in search of higher purpose.
One of light. One of dark.â€
Karen and Dahlia’s eyes glow crimson, illuminating the knowing yet ominous smiles on Valerie and Dane’s faces. Kimber clings tightly to Riley while Melanie leans close to Gemma’s ear.
“You are armed with knowledge kept from us, a framework within which you can navigate the difficult choices ahead. The past will only repeat itself if you let it.â€
*
Gemma’s eyes flutter open, breath caught in her throat. She sits upright and allows the thick blanket to fall off her shoulders. It is chilly on the station. The small bed is not quite like home but far more comfortable than the slab they were made to rest on when they were being held prisoner. Riley and Dane slumber deeply on two other beds along the far wall, completely crashed out after their ordeal. She can’t blame them. She had drifted off easily too after they were secretly stashed away from the prying eyes of the general public.
No one knows they are here.
They had not been able to contact her mother even though she had requested to do so. Instead, the Jedi Nevylinn had taken her aside to meditate, feeling out her mother’s signature through the Force to let her know they were safe without drawing attention to themselves. She said it would greatly ease her mother’s fears. This made Gemma very happy and she thanked the Jedi. It was Nevylinn who said she needed to thank Gemma. She was still devastated over the loss of Master Corrin but in their escape, on the shuttle, Gemma’s compassion and empathy was a considerable source of comfort.
Later, after they were allowed to shower and change into nondescript jumpsuits, Riley’s aunt Mara had shown them to a room where she instructed them to get some rest while the adults figured out their next move. Gemma missed her home; the sound of Kylie’s voice in the morning waking her up, the soft feel of the white towels after a bath, her friends Alka and Preston, a song she liked to sing when she was alone in her room.
The dream had frightened her but it was different from the others. It left her feeling unsettled, unsure of how she could stop something when she doesn’t know what is happening. The adults won’t tell them what is really going on. They never do. But she knows it’s something bad. She had seen the monsters during the rescue and it sickened her to wonder if they had been there, out in the darkness, the whole time. Even more horrifying was that Dahlia had been left behind. No one had mentioned it and she would feel bad bringing it up when her father is still recovering. She prays her sister is okay and would hold on until they can come back and get her.
Still, the allusions the dream had made were not entirely lost on her.
Gemma and Dahlia shared a deeper, more pronounced connection to the Force than Dane or Riley. At least from what she could tell. Did that mean she would end up good like Melanie and Dahlia bad like Karen? Was Riley bound to her and Dane bound to Dahlia the same way Kimber was to the Melanie and Valerie was to Karen? It makes little sense to her. She doesn’t quite understand what a touchstone is or what goes along with being one. Something about those words sounded familiar to her but she cannot place from where. She finally lies back down on the bed, pulling the blanket up to her chin as she stares out into the bluish glow in the room. She is left with a singular thought as she closes her eyes.
What difficult choices lay ahead?
-TBC
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The Wheel
With Circe?s departure, the mood for the rescuers and children at the Wheel had grown somber, and quiet. The children were tucked away ? to as secure a location as Mara could find for them on this, the closest place she had to a home ? while the adults decided what to do next.
?Adults?, meant Mara, Administrator Amir Faram, and Garron Prescott. Rutherford Gellar, who was still recovering from the rescue (and from the assault against him that he continued to deny), had taken Circe?s apparent betrayal very badly. That, coupled with his now growing guilt at leaving his daughter behind on Korriban, and his already weakened mental state. He had started rambling on, talking nonsense, and ultimately sedated. Gellar was now in a drug-induced sleep in the executive medical ward.
There were also the jedi ? the surviving warriors were all young, Adin Corrin had been the only master on the rescue mission and he was gone. The jedi had for the most part remained to themselves in these days of mourning and recuperating, save for Nevylinn?s interactions with Gemma.
Now, it was one of the jedi who approached the three other adults.
?We have been in contact with the Jedi Council.?
The Wheel seemed so insulated, that it almost came as a shock to the others that the jedi had actually been communicating with their superiors on Chandaar.
Mara nodded her head, anxious to hear some wisdom on their next step.
?Most of us have been ordered to return to Chandaar. We performed the mission we were sent out to do ? to assist Master Corrin in the rescue of the Gellar children ? and now have to report back, and determine the next course of action?
Garron looked angrily at the jedi
?The mission wasn?t completed ? there is still one child left, and enough casualties nonetheless. Don?t you think so??
The jedi looked uncomfortable (a rarity for jedi) nodding his head
?The Council is aware of the results of the mission, and are deeply distressed at how things turned out?
?But they are calling you back anyways??
?Please, Mr. Prescott, you misunderstand. The Council has ordered us back to make a full reporting of the events on Korriban. The mere fact that it was that world that was involved brings concerns of Sith involvement. The Council believes that this discussion should be held in the privacy of the council chamber, rather than over galactic communication. Furthermore, The Council has assigned Jedi Nevylinn to remain with the recovered Gellar children, for purposes of protection, and training?
Garron did not like the sound of that at all ?training? You mean as a jedi? Don?t you think it would be prudent to get parental consent before doing that?
?At the moment, both of Gemma Masterton-Gellar?s parents are indisposed of. Regardless, it is believed by the council that she must be trained as a jedi?
?No! I won?t let you go and treat Gemma the way you treated her older sister. Yes, I know how THAT ended up?
?With all due respect, Mr. Prescott, you are not Gemma?s legal guardian. That decision is not up to you.?
Garron was fuming, already himself angry and hurt by the accusations against his sister (of which he wasn?t certain whether to believe or not), and now he was being excluded by the jedi from protecting the children.
?you mention Gemma. And what about Dane? Is he not qualified to be a jedi??
?Dane Gellar-Masterton has not shown signs of being able to use the Force. Nor, for that matter, has Riley Tacofer, though Jedi Nevylinn is not charged to his protection?
The jedi, turned abruptly to Mara and Amir Faram who had been watching the exchange quietly.
?In fact, we believe it would be prudent for Riley to be separated from the Gellar family, at least temporarily. Together, they form a more prominent target. The Jedi Council believes that you should continue to serve as Riley?s guardian, and should stay away from Chandaar and the entire Corporate Sector.?
?How very thoughtful of you to tell us what to do, jedi, but I?m not exactly clear how what I do with Riley is your decision to make?
The jedi knight sighed
?It was you, Mara Tacofer, that came to the jedi for assistance, who invoked the Persephonea Prophesy, and the talk of the four children. There are still four children, and their lives are in jeopardy ? as is, at least according to Master Corrin, the fate of the galaxy. You are not required to obey us, Lady Tacofer, but please heed our advice?
Mara sighed, turning to the administrator, who offered a shrug.
?The Wheel might be the safest place for you and Riley, until whatever you are dealing with is ?dealt with. Plus, I need you out of sight, in case your doppelganger starts showing up. Here or anywhere. She will have left Chandaar, but I don?t believe she will come back to the Wheel. On the other hand, she is unpredictable.?
The jedi seemed pleased by the affirmation by the Federation administrator.
?Then hopefully it is settled. Gemma and Dane will be escorted by Jedi Nevylinn, to a remote location. Riley will remain here with Lady Tacofer, and?
He turned back to Garron Prescott
?I would REQUEST that you remain here to tend to Rutherford Gellar. Until such time as he is recovered, he should be monitored, both for his safety and those around him?
Garron glared at the jedi, but said nothing, the jedi accepting that as an agreement, turning back to the administrator.
?The jedi will take their own vessel back to Chandaar ? I hope you will be able to arrange for nondescript passage for the Gellar children??
?I will make arrangements. They can depart within three days?
TBC
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The Wheel
Mara and Garron return to the stateroom the following morning after the children have showered, changed and eaten breakfast. They, along with the Jedi Nevylinn, attempt to explain how and why they must go their separate ways.
This does not go over well.
Gemma has absently closed the space between her and Riley, clawing lightly at his sleeve as she protests. Riley agrees with her vehemently. Dane, however, regards his sister and Riley as if they were crazy but refuses to leave his ailing father.
Certain specifics are covered, offering only an obscure understanding of the truth in the eyes of the spirited children. Although almost teenagers themselves, they cannot yet grasp the severity of their situation or the sheer implications of just being who they are. Or do they? There are questions lobbed back at the adults. For their own part, Mara and Garron handle the screeching onslaught efficiently but it doesn?t dampen their fire.
?We are stronger together than apart,? Riley chirps boldly. His small fists are clenched, standing in front of Gemma as if someone were going to snatch her away. ?We need to stay together.?
Those words echo from the past. Words that bound friendship, romance and drama to death and destruction. Garron looks at Mara then back at Riley.
?Why would you think that??
?Because my mother told me.?
Mara blinks, focusing very intensely on her nephew. Had he seen Kimber? It is not as strange as it may sound. Mara had also been accosted by flashes of Phage. Karen had been haunted by visions of Alexia. Whispers from beyond the grave. Warnings sent from another place. The things that they all have in common. The place where everything begins to intersect in the present as it did so many years ago.
?So did Melanie. My father did warn you, didn?t he? That Riley was in danger? She told me that as well.?
Garron looks puzzled but Mara rolls with it.
?When did you see them??
?In our dreams,? Riley says.
Gemma nods, ?Dane saw Valerie too. She told him the enemy would have her face.?
?Just like Kimber said we need to stay together.?
?And Melanie told me we could save Riley if I warned him.?
?And if we had rescued Dahlia,? Dane says icily. ?She would probably be able to tell us what Karen told her. She is a Winton, right? She?s not a Gellar or a Masterton. She?s not even really our sister. That?s what nobody wants to say. We left her there because she?s a Winton. Dahlia?s sisters hunted down the others so now we have to split up.?
Conversation in the rooms evaporates.
He hadn?t said much since they were rescued but Dane Gellar?s words are the equivalent of a saber jab through the chest. Dane was far from stupid. He?d read those articles about The Four, poured over the news reports about their parents, listened to his sisters fears, Valerie?s creepy warnings, and Riley?s doting questions. He knows who they are and that the adults are scrambling to prevent a repeat performance. Their predecessors are a tough act to follow.
Mara responds without so much as flinching.
?It goes beyond you. Beyond them. There are concepts and consequences you do not understand which is why Riley will remain on the Wheel with me and you and your sister will go with the Jedi Nevylinn. It is not a request and I will not say it again.?
Dane?s face clouds over with a rage she has seen before in her own features. The features of her genetic template, Phage?s child, Medivh?s dream. As much as she sees his determination, Riley?s compassion and Gemma?s empathy, Mara must honor the promise made to Kimber Patten as she lay dying on a table in the Centerpoint Station.
First and foremost.
Garron takes Gemma?s hand and leads her away from Riley who stands still, staring at his aunt Mara, looking helpless. Defeated. Dane allows his glare to linger on Mara?s face a moment longer before following them silently out of the room. The Jedi Nevylinn nods and disappears. She returns her gaze to Riley.
?It is for the best.?
-TBC
-
Hyperspace
Dane Gellar holes up in one of the passenger cabins of the shuttle without so much as a word. He had been reluctant to leave his father behind but since they seem to be making it a habit of it, why not? The reaction to his outburst had gone over about as he expected save for one thing. Mara?s face. It never changed. Not even for a microsecond. Not even a flinch. She knows exactly who Dahlia is. Dane suspects Garron knew too and while Gemma and Riley had discussed it, they were still on the fence about the whole thing until the adults confirmed it. Now they are being sent away, separated from each other because it is safer. He is dragged further away from the things he misses ? Chin-Bret matches, staring at Alka in class, cracking jokes with Roman, a life of privilege without worry. Based on Gemma?s increasingly specific nightmares and their parent?s drama, he had a feeling the dream wouldn?t last forever.
In another cabin across the narrow corridor, Gemma Masterton leans against the far wall and lays her head on her knees. It?s always cold in space. Even with temperature controls, the room is just a few degrees cooler than anywhere else. She shivers and tries to fight back the tears. She?s cried enough already. Leaving Riley was more difficult than she thought it would be and she doesn?t know why. It?s like, she feels safer with him around. Not that she ever felt unsafe with her parents or Dane. It?s just that Riley, the once nameless boy from her mind, has been with her nearly her entire life. They had lived out many adventures together running away from the monsters. How many of the things they saw were symbols? How many were warnings?
She saw how pained Garron was escorting them to the shuttle. He did not appear to agree with the course of action but never questioned the Jedi Nevylinn as he helped load everything up. They had been smart enough to bring the bags the kids packed for the trip to Chandaar. At least they had these small items to remind them of home. Garron gave them the ?be brave? speech which she could tell he wasn?t exactly sure of himself. Gemma hugged him, told him not to worry and to take care of dad. Dane stormed past both of them like the big jerk he is. She knows the things Dane said about Dahlia really upset Garron and made Riley?s aunt very mad. It is just as she dreamt it.
Winton. Masterton. Patten. Gellar.
They are the new Four.
What that means is unclear but she knows it?s probably not good. Given that the originals all perished in fairly horrible ways, Gemma is not exactly filled with hope. Yet Melanie?s words echo within her, granting her a sense of peace.
The past will only repeat itself if you let it.
She tugs at a long, golden curl. That?s a tall order for just one person. In the end, Melanie was unable to save the others.
Would she?
-TBC
-
The Wheel
Mara and Riley made an effort to get back into a routine. Or at least Mara tried. Riley seemed determined to break any routine, his own way of showing his discontent with the new arrangement. He misbehaved in classes for the Wheel's small student population, he was difficult at meals, and at dinner, and was always trying to contact Gemma Masterton. Mara was forced to lock the holonet and comm connections in their entire suite.
Then there was Rutherford Gellar, who went in and out of consciousness, stuck in a madness that could not be cured, and so he was left sedated. As the scandal in the Republic increasingly shifted focus away from Gellar and more toward Circe Prescott, it became increasingly important for Gellar to get healthier - if only he could stand up and in a confident voice, explain ... well, SOMETHING. But in his current state, he would likely start blaming himself for the kidnapping of his children and for the continued absence of his eldest, adopted daughter. THAT would not look good for any parties involved.
Mara would check on him, every day or so seeing how his health was. Garron Prescott, to his credit, stayed by Rutherford's side, playing the role that had been cast for him by others.
It was during those short visits that Mara and Garron would speak - about the past, about the future, about all that was happening to them.
"How long will this go on, ambassador?"
Mara let out a laugh
"Please - call me Mara. I'm not ambassador anymore. I was recalled, remember?"
"Yes - but where are the others who look like you? And better yet, how to Circe get mixed up with them all? It's not like her?"
"It wasn't, no, but she was affected by what happened at Centerpoint. Maybe that was when her allegiance changed. Maybe she's been putting on a facade this whole time"
"Maybe - but even with all of the evidence I've seen, I just cannot believe she would do this. To anyone."
"Nothing is as it seems - nothing is the way it should be. Even after everything, we have no idea who our enemy is. We even saw our enemy, looked it in the face, stood in its open maw, and escaped - and still, I fear the threat is still closing in. We could blame it on a few of my look-alikes, but there was something else. There is someONE else, who is pulling the strings. Do you remember, on Korriban? There was a woman, standing in the darkness, just before we ran. I've never seen her before, but I know, in my gut, she is the source of our trouble. And I have spent countless hours trying to find out who she is. She doesn't exist, anywhere, not on any database".
Garron lifted his head to look at Mara, trying to offer a suggestion.
"Maybe she's in an imperial database somewhere? Maybe it's imperials"
Mara shook her head "I've checked the imperial databases. She's not there."
"How can you possibly have access to the imperial databases?"
Mara glanced at him, then averted her eyes. She had told them she was a clone, but had never revealed that she was, in fact, a machine.
"Let;s just say I'm a computer whiz - years of tapping into computers is part of my Federation credentials. But she isn't there. She isn't anywhere. And until we find out who she is, we won't be able to stop her, or save Dahlia. Or Circe."
Garron wasn't sure what Mara was talking about, but the idea of saving and redeeming his sister appealed to him.
"Whatever I can do to help, you tell me."
Mara smiled and nodded, taking a last glance at Rutherford's sleeping form before another quick glance at Garron.
"Thank you - when I figure it out, I will"
TBC
-
The Wheel
Close to a month had passed.
Riley remained in a state of rebellion, remarkably resilient for a ten year old. But then again, he apparently had a connection to Gemma Masterton far deeper than their brief time together would normally generate, and Mara's refusal to let him get in contact left him angry in a way Mara had not seen before.
"Riley, your teacher has contacted me again today. She said that you were late for class"
Riley stared silently at his plate, fork in hand as he gently shifted food from one side to the other.
"Riley, why were you late for class?"
He shrugged, but again didn't speak
"Riley, look at me"
Riley let out a sigh, finally glancing up at Mara.
"I know this has been hard for you, but believe me, it is for the best. And no matter how you feel, that does not excuse your behavior."
Riley glared at her, finally breaking his silence.
"I'll do what I want."
"There are consequences that come with your actions"
"Oh? Like what? Preventing me from having access to the holonet? You already did that. I've been grounded without doing anything wrong, so I might as well earn the punishment."
"You can't miss class, Riley. The teachers and I need to know where you are, and what you are doing. We need to make sure you are safe"
"You can't keep me safe, Aunt Mara. I wasn't safe before, and I'm not now. Not here, on the Wheel. I'd be safer with the Masterton's"
"You are a target when you are with them, Riley. I cannot allow you to speak with them"
"You can't keep telling me what I can and cannot do. It's not like your my mother."
Mara was stunned by the statement, and in her silence, Riley stormed out of the room, leaving her to her thoughts. It was true, Mara was not Riley's mother - in fact, she was only his aunt through a rather tentative relationship. I am the mechanical clone of your mother's sister
She stared down the hallway Riley had left through then rose, making her way out of the chambers, and down to the medical ward. She hadn't visited Rutherford's sedated self that day, but there was another reason for her trek. She wanted comfort, and in the weeks that had passed, it seemed that the only person who could provide her with that was Garron Prescott. Sitting around Rutherford's bedside, Mara had found someone who matched her sense of duty and loyalty, and care for the young children.
When she arrived in the ward, Garron glanced up, first smiling at her presence, but then showing a look of concern.
"What's wrong?"
Mara found the question shocking in its own right. She was usually superb at having a neutral face, hiding whatever was going on in her head from the outside world. Was she truly that distraught? Or had Garron somehow begun to be able to read even her unreadable features?
She sighed, taking a seat besides Garron, glancing away from him down at Rutherford's sleeping form.
"Riley - he's still acting up"
"Give it time"
"He's had time, but he's only gotten worse. I think he's trying to use the holonet at school. That's why he's been missing classes. And tonight, we got into a fight over it. Again"
Garron nodded his head.
"It was worse?"
"He yelled at me, said I shouldn't be telling him what to do because I'm not his mother. And he's right, I'm not"
"Riley's mother isn't alive - he's never met her. You are the closest thing he has. You are his protector, his guardian, and his family."
Mara looked up at Garron, eyes meeting his own
"Am I really family? I'm his 'aunt mara' but that's not true, is it? Riley's Aunt was Valerie. I'm just a copy of that. I'm not even human"
Garron shook his head, lifting a hand and placing it on Mara's cheek.
"You're more than just a copy. You might be a clone, but you are the same flesh and blood that Valerie was. You are Riley's family, his blood. And you most certainly are human"
Mara was about to say something, almost inclined to tell the truth - that she wasn't just a flesh and blood clone, but a machine, created by a machine.
But she didn't have the chance. For at that moment, Garron leaned forward, and pressed his lips against Mara's.
TBC
-
The Wheel
Fifteen years ago, the Galactic Empire had destroyed the Wheel. Or rather, one of the factions that called itself the Empire had destroyed it.
Back then, the Trade Federation was in its prime, controlling hundreds of planets, and the Wheel was just a diplomatic and minor trade center.
How the galaxy had changed. The Wheel was rebuilt, not merely as an outpost, but as the new primary holding of the Trade Federation, while its control of worlds diminished to a scant few.
It became one of the most heavily fortified places in the galaxy, rivaling the capitals of galactic powers. At the same time, it became the hub of economic activity along the Perlemian Trade route. Through the rise, fall and rebirth of the Trade Federation, it had remained a constant.
Today, it was surrounded by vessels of trade as well as the hundreds of craft that had once been spread throughout the galaxy protecting Federation holdings. Ships that rivaled, in size if not firepower, star destroyers - and the hulking mass of an old droid control ship.
It also served as a home and refuge for one highly advanced human replica droid, Mara Tacofer (aka Mara Anna Gellar) and her adopted nephew, Riley Patten (aka Riley Tacofer). But of late, the nature of Mara's and Riley's relationship with the Wheel had evolved much as the station had over time.
Mara knew the kiss from Garron was different than so many before. She, as a programmed infiltrator had been involved in seducing others, but this was more than that. Because unlike with the others, who Mara interacted with merely as an aspect of completing her mission, this left her feeling (a word she still was not entirely comfortable with) confused, elated, scared - emotions from a droid who had learned emotion was reserved for humans.
it would have been easier if she never saw Garron again, if he left, and disappeared from her life, but as Rutherford was still comatose, Garron Prescott stayed on the Wheel, and Mara was forced to encounter him regularly. She felt shy around him, reserved where a few days ago she had been open. Suddenly, speaking with him, her words, and his, carried a new weight to them.
Garron, for his part, didn't make it easier. He spoke more affectionately to her, and tried to get more time with her, in a way Mara found she both craved and loathed. Suddenly, the idea of having a romantic involvement seemed overly burdensome. How did humans deal with such conflicting emotions?
To avoid the issue, she stayed away from Rutherford's room for several days, but that left Mara isolated and without her new confidante, and right now, she needed advice on dealing with Riley, who remained stubborn and upset and defiant.
Just yesterday, she caught him trying to hack into the network, and it was possible he had succeeded in sending off a quick burst message to someone (presumably Gemma). When Mara confronted him, he ran to his room and locked himself in.
Today was a new set of challenges - and Mara had other matters on her plate. Riley had remained locked in his room, and Mara was headed to meet with Administrator Faram.
"You wished to see me, administrator?"
"Yes - please come in"
Mara made her way into the suite, moving to the chair opposite Faram's desk.
"We have completed the manufacture of the ordered gravity well nets for the Republic. The last shipment is being sent out even as we speak"
"That is good news, isn't it?"
"It is both good and bad. I am concerned that with this product in the Republic hands, they may revoke the licenses they so graciously offered us to encourage the delivery of them. They have been known to be a bit fickle about such things"
"I don't think I can go and lobby senators again, administrator. Right now, the only thing keeping the look-alike from representing the Trade Federation is the fact that you publicly recalled me. Send me out, and you'd be setting it free to act again"
"That is a risk I am considering will -"
But the administrator's sentence was cut off by a loud rumble. Both he and Mara rose and moved to the viewport, where they saw a massive fireball dissipating outward.
"What was that"
It was hard to tell from this viewpoint what precisely was hit, but a chime over the intercomm indicated at least an answer to that question.
"Administrator - there has been an explosion at one of the manufacturing platforms"
"Cause?"
"Unclear sir, we are ... wait ... sir, we are picking up a number of armed vessels, neutral class. They appear to be pirates, sir"
"Scramble defense ships to meet them, and deploy several ships to defensive positions around the damaged platform vicinity"
"Yes, Administrator"
Faram turned from looking out the window at Mara who was still staring out.
"I'm afraid we will have to continue our discussion later. It seems we are being attacked by pirates"
Mara shook her head, still staring out.
"I don't think it's pirates, sir - I think it's someone worse"
"Worse?"
She finally turned toward him.
"i think it's imperials - and I think this is only the beginning"
The administrator shook his head
"That doesn't make any sense, Mara. Why would the imperials attack ..."
The administrator trailed off, glancing down and looking back up at her.
"you think it's because of the gravity wells?"
"They threatened to make you sorry - and they need to prevent the Republic from getting those nets."
"But they must know they cannot disable our production capacity, not permanently. Even if the platform is destroyed, we would be up and running in just a few months. Plus, by this point, it's too late anyhow"
"Unless they have decided to target something more than the platforms"
"How could you possibly know this?"
Mara lifted her hand, pointing out the viewport.
"The pirates are not engaging any primary targets, and they aren't leaving either, even as our defense fleet is moving toward them. They are either behaving stupidly, or"
"Or they are drawing us out"
"Precisely. Not to mention those pirate vessels match the ones that have been hitting at Republic targets in recent months. But more than that, they are using an imperial formation. It's designed to look informal, but it has been an effective imperial set up for, oh, the last three decades. No one else plays pirate like the imperials do."
Faram frowned, pressing down a comm button and calling out.
"Order all defensive forces onto ready alert, and order a protective space patrol around the Wheel"
"Sir?"
"Is there a problem soldier?"
"Well sir, some of the vessels have men on leave. We haven't used the entire defensive force in some years .. it might take"
"Get it done as quickly as possible"
Faram turned to Mara "you had better be right about this"
"I hope I'm wrong, sir - if the Empire has decided to target the Wheel with an attack, then we won't be able to repel them. We have strong defenses, but they are out of date, and haven't been used in a long time. If the Empire attacks, they could destroy the Wheel"
As if on cue, there was another rumbling sound, from the opposite side of the Wheel. And this time, sirens went blazing.
"Sir! Imperial star destroyers have exited hyperspace - they are firing weapons, sir!"
"Scramble all defenses, Now!"
Faram looked furious turning back to Mara. Five minutes ago, everything had been calm, and now this. But Mara wasn't looking at him anymore, she was moving to the door.
"Where are you going, Mara?"
"I have to find Riley"
"Mara!"
Mara chose to ignore the administrator as she picked up her pace, running down the hall, and out of the executive level, never stopping as she finally reached the small apartment she and Riley called home.
"Riley! Riley, we have to go?"
There was no response, and Mara moved to his door, pounding on it impatiently.
"Riley, there's no time for this now - we have to go"
Still no response, and Mara, frantically, took a step back and kicked down the door.
The room was empty. Lying on the bed, a piece of paper that filled Mara with dread.
I'm sorry, Aunt Mara. I had to go
TBC
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Sketchy Map for purposes of this and subsequent posts.
W= The Wheel space station
N = Gravity Well NETS
D = the Droid Control Ship
P = Defensive PLATFORM
C = Construction Platform - specifically, the one that was attacked, and is where the gravity well nets were mostly built.
O = Space (filled with ships and other fun stuff)
I = Imperial's Main Fleet
R = Imperial Pirate Fleet
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The Wheel
The room was empty. Lying on the bed, a piece of paper that filled Mara with dread.
I'm sorry, Aunt Mara. I had to go
Mara didn't hear the sirens begin to wale, or the station-wide intercomm signalling that there was more than just a pirate raid, but a full on attack from imperials. She just stared at the note, and felt lost. Riley was gone. No, not just gone - had left. He had rejected her as a guardian. Without him, she almost felt useless. He had been her greatest connection to humans for the past decade, and now, he just left, and she felt a hollow pit in her stomach.
She was also afraid - afraid for the boy she had raised, and the trouble he might get into. Where had he run off to? Gemma Masterton was the first guess. That burst message from yesterday, and his desire to get in touch with her. Did Riley know where Gemma was? And if HE knew, who else may have found out?
Finally, a blaring siren brought Mara out of her thoughts, and more intercomm signals.
"All Wheel residents are to report to their assigned conflict stations. This is not a drill. Repeat, not a drill - we are under attack"
It occurred to Mara that Riley may not have actually made it off the station - he may have found himself stuck in a hangar, jostled among who knows how many people, trying to get away from the big bad star destroyers. There was only one way to find out. And at the moment, that might actually put him in greater danger than getting away.
Moving to the computer console, fingers flying as she unlocked it with her access codes, and began digging into the onboard systems. The Wheel had an elaborate surveillance system, including immediately outside her door. She pulled up the camera view and rewound the display, until just a short while ago - there it was - Riley stepping out of the apartment, glancing both ways and hurrying down the corridor, a small pack on his shoulder. Mara used the surveillance system to track him, following him down to the hangar, watching what the ship's crew never saw - him slipping in. Mara watched the time stamp as the ship sealed and took off, just a few minutes earlier. They were leaving just as the attack had begun.
Mara pulled out her comm unit, contacting the Wheel's Traffic Control.
"This is Mara Tacofer. What is the status of Ship 387-D-69?"
"Miss Tacofer, we are a bit-"
"I don't care what you are. I need to know the status of that ship!"
There was a pause, and a moment later, she got an answer.
"The ship was released without escort a few minutes ago"
"Did they enter hyperspace?"
"Miss Tacofer, I don't know. We've been focusing on the attack. We have no records of anything after they were released"
"See if you can track the ship in the system"
"Miss Tacofer - we are under ATTACK. What makes one freight ship so important?"
Mara was not in the mood to deal with this, and while she acknowledged the difficulty of the situation, she was not going to mess around, not until she knew Riley was safe.
"There is a classified Federation VIP aboard that freighter. If anything happens to him because you fail to provide me with the information I require, I will personally make sure you never have another job in the Trade Federation again. Am I clear?"
There was a pause, and finally he spoke again, much more timidly.
"My scanners are reporting no sign of the vessel. There is also no debris matching that ship's readout"
Mara let out a sigh of relief. Riley, was at least safe from this battle. And while Mara could do nothing for him at the moment, she knew that she could help here - and then try to retrace Riley's steps.
"Thank you, cadet. Now, what is the status of the battle?"
"The imperial formation is doing some unpredictable maneuvers, Miss Tacofer. It's hard to anticipate their moves, and counter them. They have fired at the Wheel from three directions, and the pirate fleet seems to be busy at the fourth."
"What is their goal?"
"It is unclear, Ma'am. They aren't firing everything at the Wheel itself, but we have certain defensive emplacements. It seems they are hitting everything almost at random. Their star destroyers are engaged against or frigates, but smaller auxiliary craft keep popping in and out of hyperspace"
Mara took in this information and began processing the strategy, as she perceived it. It wasn't a straight up attack. The pirates had been a diversion to get them off balance - but then, the imperial main fleet seemed to be attacking in a way that was also a diversion. Why not the full frontal assault?
Then it occurred to Mara - they weren't just trying to destroy the Wheel. They were here to get something as well. Skirmishing like this would mean that the Imperials were keeping Federation attention on defensive maneuvers at the Wheel itself. So what was the main target?
"Cadet, notify the Administrator that I am heading to the executive docking bay, and that he should have a dozen federation soldiers meet me there. Also, order a medical team to evacuate the VIP medical suite"
"Yes, Ma'am"
"And signal the activation of the gravity well nets"
Mara stepped out of her apartment and moved at a brisk pace toward the hangar. If she was right, the Imperials were going to make off with some key Federation technology - and then destroy the Wheel for offering that tech to the Republic. Revenge, plus huge gains, all in one. Even if the Empire couldn't destroy the Wheel, they could still get what they wanted, and set the Federation back months in terms of income and production.
Mara hoped that her final order would help in slowing the imperials. The cadet had indicated they were entering and exiting hyperspace, seemingly at random. The Wheel, located in a deep space region, did not have a natural gravity well, allowing that kind of rapid hyperspace activity. When they began producing gravity well nets for the Republic, Mara had ordered about a dozen to be placed in a ring on the outskirts of the Wheel and its adjacent facilities. In theory, it would keep thieves and pirates from escaping, pulling them out of hyperspace seconds after they entered. But it would also mean that any ships on the outskirts of the system couldn't disappear and reappear elsewhere that quickly. At least until the nets were destroyed.
Mara just hoped there was enough time - to protect the Federation technology, to save the people on the Wheel, to save everything she had built for the last ten years. The imperials were messing with her life, and she was taking it personally.
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In the medical wing, Garron Prescott was mindfully watching Rutherford, contemplating the roller coaster of emotions he felt toward Mara. He was falling for her, that was clear enough. What he wasn't certain of was her feelings toward him. She had been avoiding him ever since he had kissed her, and their encounters since had made him feel awkward. So, much like Mara had done, he engulfed himself in his assignment. Only his assignment was basically nothing - watching a comatose individual day after day.
Now though, something had happened. The medical wing had no windows, but sirens were blaring, and the intercomm was reporting an attack. He was about to contact Mara, or a doctor, or someone, when a team of soldiers burst into the wing.
"Mr. Prescott - we have orders to evacuate this area"
"Evacuate? Is the medical wing in danger?"
"The entire station is in danger, sir. We have orders from Miss Tacofer that we are to get you and Mr. Gellar off of this station and out of harms way as soon as possible."
"And where is Miss Tacofer?"
"She was meeting a team of troops in the hangar."
"To do what?"
"I'm afraid we cannot say, sir. But we have our orders regarding you. We don't know how long our defenses will hold, and apparently, you and Mr. Gellar are a priority. Will you come with us?"
Garron looked over at Rutherford, nodding his head silently. He had to protect Rutherford Gellar, that was his task. What this special order from Mara meant, he couldn't focus on until he and his employer were safe.
If that was even possible.
"Let's go"
TBC
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Sketchy Map for purposes of this and subsequent posts.
W= The Wheel space station
N = Gravity Well NETS
D = the Droid Control Ship
P = Defensive PLATFORM
C = Construction Platform - specifically, the one that was attacked, and is where the gravity well nets were mostly built.
O = Space (filled with ships and other fun stuff)
I = Imperial's Main Fleet
R = Imperial Pirate Fleet
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The Wheel
Mara reached the Executive Bay when she felt the shudder of the impact - a fleet's worth of concussion missiles impacting on the Wheel. Even if it brought the shield down, the station would not be destroyed so quickly - The diameter of the Wheel was about 1/4 the size of the First Death Star, and even significant damage would take a long time before it impacted the station's integrity. But the Empire had time, unless the Federation's defenses could make a successful strike to push back imperial forces.
Mara's bigger concern, at the moment, was for the less protected, and less obvious target. With a team of Federation armed personnel, they boarded a heavy assault shuttle and rushed out of the bay.
Instantly, everything became more chaotic. Outside of the Wheel's protection, they were immediately accosted by imperial TIE fighters, seeking targets. The impact of their lasers could already be felt as they struck against the shuttle's shields. Three TIEs were now on the shuttle's tail, and shields dipped below 50%.
Even as things started looking dire, the TIEs let up, as a squad of Federation fighters came to their rescue, and Mara watched the dance of lasers out the viewport, before making her way to the cockpit.
"Move as fast as you can - we don't have much time"
It wasn't clear to the pilot what they were rushing toward - the battle was moving behind them, with the Wheel and its defenses standing against the imperial fleet. Still, he followed orders, and soon they were approaching the construction platform.
From the outside, they could see the remnants of the explosion - one side of the platform was blown out into space, and wisps of smoke could be seen trickling out from where the containment field was damaged. Rather than heading toward the blown out portion of the station, Mara had the shuttle loop around to a docking port on the opposite side.
Ordering troops to put on oxygen masks - and placing one on herself, for show - she led them into the eerily quiet station.
Main electricity had clearly been damaged - emergency lights were activated, and as they got further into the station, the eerie glow cast shadows on the walls.
"weapons out"
At this point, the team did not need to be told twice - with weapons drawn, they moved forward into the platform. For several minutes, they moved until they reached an entrance to a catwalk, overlooking the machinery that churned out the various technologies the station produced. At a signal, they burst through the door. That was when Mara's suspicions first were confirmed.
On the ground nearby, a security officer lay, a dozen blaster holes through his chest.
"We need to destroy the platform - before the imperials escape"
"What about the crew?"
"The crew are going to be dead. The imperials are here to steal from the Federation. We cannot allow them to do that."
Without waiting for a reply, Mara now ran down the catwalk, the soldiers trying to keep up as she wound her way through the conveyors to a locked chamber, where the platform's central computers were located. Mara inputted her credentials, and after a moment, the door began to open with a hiss.
And in response, a rush of firepower seemed to nip at their heels. Mara felt the singe as a laserbolt hit her legs.
"take cover"
By the time the door was all the way open, the enemy was visible - imperials - and firing with abandon at Mara and her team. Mara grabbed the railing of the catwalk, swinging herself over the ledge, and holding on, while the rest of her team ducked behind a handful of crates that were (luckily) sitting on the walkway. With her feet dangling, one hand gripping the rail, and the other holding her blaster, Mara began to assess her options.
The entrance was narrow enough that the imperials could hold them off while they continued their attempts to escape with the treasured specs. Mara had to find another way. With her troops deep in firefight, Mara released the railing, letting herself fall to the machinery below. Her injured leg sent a wave of signals, indicating to her that the stress of being shot and then landing on a foot was not what her body wanted. Mara chose to ignore the signal, instead, walking quickly through the deactivated machine toward the end of the assembly line.
There, sitting inocuously, about five-meters by five-meters long, a compacted version of the gravity well net - ready to be shipped out. It looked much like a rectangular prism, with a sphere jutting out of the middle of it. Mara drew closer, placing her hand on the sphere, and then pausing.
The platforms were designed to be tamper proof. Attempts to capture them, break into their circuitry, or otherwise steal the tech would trigger a self-destruct. The ultimate in proprietary protection. Mara only hoped that the self-destruct hadn't been activated yet. Both because she needed it, and because if it was, her next act would be suicidal.
Moving her hand until it found a break in the metal, she ushered her strength together, pounding her fingers in through the metal, and yanking the casing off. It was not a clean cut, but the device did not explode. Mara let out a breathe of relief and began searching through the wiring for the component she needed. She could still hear the battle up ahead, and she had to hurry.
Finally, she found what she needed, a box, connected to a series of other wires that went directly to the system's circuitry. The gravity well self destruct was built much like a thermal detonator with a dead-man switch activated. If the power source was disabled through ion technology, it would stop sending a signal to the detonator, and the explosion would occur.
Yanking the box and the attached power source free of the net, she hurried back to the battle, moving underneath the catwalk and the computer control room. She placed the items she had collected down, setting to work, trying desperately to activate it.
Then she felt the weapon at the back of her neck.
"hold it right there"
Mara did not have time to think about a response. Dropping the power source, she turned abruptly, grabbing the blaster from the imperial's hand, twisting it away as he fired, and then hitting his white helmet with the butt of the gun. He fell back against the machinery, and Mara aimed the weapon, firing a half dozen shots at the area where his neck armor and helmet were not entirely aligned. Blood sprayed as the man, gurgling, fell to the ground.
She turned and finished connecting the circuit, activating the weapon, and then taking a dozen or so steps back, moving behind a beam, aiming her own blaster at the device, and firing at the circuit wire she had just connected. The wire fizzled, a moment passed.
And then boom.
TBC
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Sketchy Map for purposes of this and subsequent posts.
W= The Wheel space station
N = Gravity Well NETS
D = the Droid Control Ship
P = Defensive PLATFORM
C = Construction Platform - specifically, the one that was attacked, and is where the gravity well nets were mostly built.
O = Space (filled with ships and other fun stuff)
I = Imperial's Main Fleet
R = Imperial Pirate Fleet
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The Wheel
Activating Computer Subroutines ...
Scanning for Errors ...
Assessing Damage ...
Report complete ... Status: Functional
Mara's eyes blinked open, even as her systems continued running their diagnostic. She had taken cover, but an explosion was an explosion afterall. Even now, she was grasping onto the nearest beam as she felt the suction from the explosion site.
The self-destruct on the gravity well nets was designed to ensure it never fell into oppositional hands, and thus the blast radius of the detonation was meant to be about 5 by 5 meters - the length of the full satellite.
Of course, that was in open space, and with the detonator insulated inside the mechanics. Mara had removed the explosive and set it loose here on the construction platform. And it had performed much as she had anticipated. The explosion had radiated in 360 degrees of direction. The floor had been the hardest surface, and though it had given way - a large hole was now where the detonator had been - it's heaviness made most of the damage go outward and upward, against the ceiling and into the control room, supported mostly by a catwalk-style frame. The entire control room had been blown out, much of the debris had collapsed down - and was even now being sucked into the holes at the top and bottom of the platform. Imperial troops, or what was left of them, were also being sucked out into the vacuum of space.
Her own troops, who had been fighting valiently near the entrance of the control room, had fared only marginally better. Of the team she came in with, only a few seemed to be alive, moaning of personal injuries even as the clung to the collapsed catwalk for dear life. Mara was glad she had insisted on the oxygen masks, but wasn't sure it would save them even now.
What was worse, there were alarms and sirens going off indicating not only a loss of oxygen throughout the interior of the platform, but that the structural integrity of the platform itself was failing. She could hear the groan of metal protesting against the depressurization, which confirmed her worst suspicions - either the platform would collapse on her and the troops with her, or they (without the benefit of fully pressurized suits) would explode in a matter of minutes as their bodies failed to equilabrate. Uncertain if any imperials had escaped or not, she wasn't about to let more of her team die.
Pulling herself forward, Mara reached the soldiers, barely conscious and clinging to life.
"We are getting out of here - we did what we had to. We stopped them. Let's go"
The words were enough (for now) to get the soldiers out of their stupor, they began to follow Mara's lead, clawing at the torn catwalk, using it like a ladder toward the bay where they left their ship.
The platform groaned again, and a pipe overhead suddenly bent and snapped, a greenish gas spewing forth, being sucked, like the air, toward the hole in the platform.
"Keep moving! We've got to go faster!"
Mara glanced behind her at the remnants of the control room and noticed that pieces of computers still sparked every few seconds. If the gas hit the sparks, with just enough oxygen in the mix ... Mara picked up her pace, reaching the door lock and knocking it open as quickly as she could. The door pushed in on her, as oxygen from the cooridor began to be sucked inside, and she pushed, harder, rushing out and holding the door wide as the draft zoomed inward.
More alarms. With one hand holding the door, she grabbed the arm of the first soldier to reach her, pulling him through. One by one, she aided her troops, the last one reaching the door, just as she saw the flare spark up, the flame at first seeming to shoot out of the open hole into space, then igniting upward toward the pipe itself. The last of the soldiers looked back for just a second, nodding his head, turning to Mara, and instead of grabbing her hand, yanking the door free of her and slamming it shut, separating himself from the team. Mara looked on in horror as he fell back, falling into the draft and being sucked back toward the flames. His body was alight as it slammed into the hole and disappeared out into the darkness.
Shaken, Mara turned and marched the troops as fast as they could move back to where their ship was docked. It was when they reached the ship that they heard the sound - a rumbling, drawing closer and closer.
Rushing into the ship, the vessel took off even as flames seemed to appear around them. All aboard, the ship was tossed, spinning wildly by the station finally succumbing completely, and exploding in a brilliant flash.
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The Administrator was standing, overlooking the battle, receiving reports as sections of the Wheel, large as it was, became battered and destroyed, sections being sealed off as they became unusable. Large and defended as it was, it was no battle station, and not meant for war. His fleet was performing better, but it was going to be a losing battle if he stuck around.
"Order the station to begin activating the hyperdrive"
It was a worst-kept secret that the Wheel, when it was rebuilt some 15 years earlier (after being destroyed, by the then Empire) had installed a hyperdrive to allow for an escape in times of need. Like with most massive stations, it was not as simple as a standard ship - components for the hyperdrive were scattered, both due to the complexity, and in case of redundancy. Already, one of the motivators had been damaged, and Faram was not going to wait until he couldn't move to try and go. Of course, leaving would mean abandoning the other holdings in the system, including a variety of platforms, and ships under repair.
A price to pay to survive.
"Sir, I have reports that Miss. Tacofer took a shuttle across the system"
"To do what?"
"Not clear sir - but we have reports of a massive explosion by the g-well net construction platform"
Faram grimaced, contemplating the meaning of the explosion, and the disappearance of his agent ... and all the events that conspired against the Wheel and him. Someone was responsible for this, and he would make them pay.
"Order a full evacuation of everything in system that can get out of here. The defensive fleet is to remain behind until all capable civilian ships are gone. Deploy all tugs to gather any immobile platforms. What is our estimated time for the activation of the Wheel's drive?"
"Unclear sir. It could be a few minutes - could be an hour"
"That long?"
"Never been used, sir. Sir - we are getting reports of imperial shuttles being deployed and heading toward the Wheel"
Faram glanced out the viewport at the imperial war machine, and saw the tiny pinpoints. Not one or two, but a wave of them, now moving under heavy fighter guard toward the Wheel
"Cadet - get that hyperdrive functional, and order security to move to the most vulnerable sections of the Wheel. I think we are going to have visitors"
TBC
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N = Gravity Well NETS
D = the Droid Control Ship
P = Defensive PLATFORM
C = Construction Platform - specifically, the one that was attacked, and is where the gravity well nets were mostly built.
O = Space (filled with ships and other fun stuff)
I = Imperial's Main Fleet
R = Imperial Pirate Fleet
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The Wheel
Garron was jogging to keep up with the security team that had been assigned to escort him and Rutherford off the station. Rutherford, for his part, had been strapped to a hover gurney and was being pushed by at the same fast pace by two of the stronger officers.
They could feel the panic of the battle around them, but here in the corridors, very little of the battle was real. Occasionally, the intercomm would going off, ordering evacuation from one part or another of the massive station, and there were rumbles every time it was hit by the barrage of imperial weaponry. But that was it. the corridor was surprisingly quiet - most civilians onboard had either made their escape (successfully or not) or were hiding in their quarters, praying the damage didn't reach them.
As they ran, Garron thought about Mara, worrying about her, hoping she was alright - and Riley too. He wondered if anyone thought to look out for the boy with Mara off on some mission. Would he be evacuated too?
"Officer, do you know where Mara's nephew Riley is"
Without stopping, the officer responded.
"We have an MPA out for Riley Tacofer. Missing Person Alert. He was reported missing around the same time as the attacks began"
Garron didn't know what it meant, but he felt that with Mara off station, he had to help find Riley, make sure the boy was safe.
"Officer, can you escort Mr. Gellar to the hangar bay without me? I'm going to see if I can find the boy"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Prescott, but we have strict orders to-"
At that moment, an alarm sounded, and red emergency lights flashed along the walls near the ceiling. The intercomm crackled with static but the alert came out crystal clear.
"Imperial troops have landed in sector 5 - repeat, imperial troops have boarded the Wheel at sector 5. All security personnel are to report immediately. Civilians are to evacuate that area, and stay clear of security. Repeat, imperials have boarded the Wheel"
At that, the security officer called a halt.
"Why are we stopping"
"We had to pass Sector 5 to get to the docking bay. We need to take an alternate route"
Almost on cue, there was an echo of blaster fire from around the curved walls.
"Come on, let's move"
Rather than continuing the way they had been heading, down the sloped hallway, he instead turned the group sideways through a smaller corridor to a service turbolift.
Garron looked over the lift, realizing this was his chance.
"It's too small for all of us."
The officer eyes him suspiciously, but he held his hands up.
"I'll wait here with two officers, but we have to make sure Mr. Gellar gets away safe. We will be right behind you"
Still skeptical, the officer heard the blaster fire a bit closer, and nodded, ordering the gurney and most of the team into the turbolift, and disappearing behind it as the doors closed.
Garron watched the doors for a second before turning to the remaining two officers.
"I'm sorry to do this to you two, but I have to go"
"We have orders, Mr. Prescott"
"You have orders - not me. If you want to follow me, you can, but I have something else I need to do"
Without waiting for a reply, he turned back down the cooridor, heart pumping as he not only heard but saw a flicker of weapons fire, and turned back the way he had come, running as fast as his legs would carry him.
It was the first time he had left Rutherford Gellar since the rescue mission, and he prayed that this betrayal of trust would not be in vain.
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N = Gravity Well NETS
D = the Droid Control Ship
P = Defensive PLATFORM
C = Construction Platform - specifically, the one that was attacked, and is where the gravity well nets were mostly built.
O = Space (filled with ships and other fun stuff)
I = Imperial's Main Fleet
R = Imperial Pirate Fleet
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The Wheel
Garron Prescott was not completely out of shape, but even a fit soldier would be taxed from running back and forth across a massive space station while being fired upon by imperial troops. He was breathing hard as he continued back the way he had come just a few minutes ago. The sounds of battle finally fading behind him and he allowed himself to slow slightly, trying to catch his breathe. And to think.
He wasn't exactly sure where he was going. Sure, there seemed to be something right about searching for Riley, but the station was massive, and under attack. How was he supposed to find the boy if no one else could? He almost felt foolish for leaving Rutherford, who hopefully, was now safe somewhere else on the station - or off it. Garron glanced behind him. No way of going back now. By now, that entire corridor was probably overrun by imperial troops. He had to keep going. And maybe he would be lucky enough to find Riley - or help Mara. Mara, who was last heard from heading toward a construction platform that apparently, was now rubble in space.
A number of Federation troops passed him, heading the way he came, ignoring him for the most part. He was a civilian, after all. They had bigger concerns to deal with. Garron watched them go, weapons drawn, feeling almost useless. In the past few hours, let alone months, he had made a number of bad decisions. Leaving Rutherford, and going on this quest to help Riley, just because Mara ...
With his face set in determination he knew his new destination. Moving to the nearest turbolift, he made his way to the nearest docking bay.
Upon arrival, he found a squad of Federation troops, a handful of pilots, and the bay doors half shut. It was an industrial docking bay, and the floor was filled with tugs being powered up. One at a time, tugs would lift, make their way through the narrow opening, and slip out into space to help the stranded and immobile federation assets escape. Proximity scanners constantly making sure the bay exit was clear of approaching imperials.
Garron approached the troops.
"I need a tug"
The officers looked Garron over with a curious expression.
"Authorized use only"
"I am authorized"
"By whose authority?"
"Mara Tacofer"
The name gave them pause, but the officer was skeptical.
"You got proof of that, civilian?"
Garron of course had no proof of authorization. But maybe he could use his own name and association to get what he wanted.
"You don't know who I am, do you, officer? My name is Garron Prescott. I am here as a personal guest of Ambassador Tacofer, and she authorized the departure escort of myself and my companion, Rutherford Gellar. She insisted that we be provided with what we need, and be assisted in the evacuation efforts. Now, we can stand here and debate the matter until the station blows up, or you can give me a damn tug boat!"
The soldier seemed unsure of himself, frowning as he appraised Garron.
"You can ride along in tug 35-D. That's the best I can offer"
"Fine"
Garron was escorted to the specified vessel, powering up, and scheduled to leave in just a few minutes. The officer knocked on the hull and the hatch opened, the pilot glancing out.
"Mr. Prescott here is going to be traveling with you. You are to do your best to make sure he is kept safe - as per orders from Lady Tacofer"
The pilot glanced from the officer to Garron and back again. Mara Tacofer's name carried weight, and he nodded, turning back to Garron
"Come on in - it's a bit snug, but should work fine"
Snug was true. Tugs were designed to be light and small, since they focused on carrying the weight of other objects. Most of the ship housed the hyperdrive and engine systems. The cockpit was just two seats, barely fit in place. Garron took the only empty seat next to the pilot, and the ship was soon up in the air, sliding through the narrow opening of the station, and heading out.
It was only after they had cleared the bay doors that Garron turned to the pilot.
"We have a new assignment, pilot."
"I have to take care of-"
Garron cut him off
"Not anymore. You know that construction platform? The one that exploded? Head in that direction. We are going on a rescue mission"
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Administrator Amir Faram watched a dozen displays, showing the battles going on inside and outside of the Wheel station, wondering why the hyperdrive was taking so long to power up. Every minute, more imperials were landing.
Behind him, four Federation security force soldiers stood guard, a precaution in this time of crisis.
The space battle was still proceeding, the Federation losing, but managing to hold back imperial forces as others escaped. Now if only the Wheel could escape too.
Even as he was watching the monitors, the doors to his chambers opened, soldiers turning and raising their weapons - seeing Mara Tacofer walk through the doors. They relaxed their stance, and Amir Faram turned, a shocked look in his face.
"Mara? How did you get back here? I saw the explosion"
"There's no time to discuss that, administrator. We have to make a decision quickly"
"about?"
"The archives, administrator. We need to save the Federation archives. The imperials aren't here to kill you - they want the federation specifications. I need you to give me the authorization code, so I can transfer and save the archives before the imperials are able to access it."
the administrator looked confused
"But how will they get it?"
"They are taking the Wheel, administrator. Unless the hyperdrive is activated in the next few minutes, the imperials will overrun the entire station. Once the archives are in their possession, it will only be a matter of time before their hackers get in and take everything."
"So what are you going to do?"
"make sure that doesn't happen"
Faram's face turned darker still at the prospect. Mara had been right about every step of the attack. If this was true, the Federation would lose everything. Hesitantly, Faram reached into his pocket and pulled out an encryption disc.
"This has everything you need to get in and save the archives"
"Thank you administrator"
She took the disc, placing it away in her own jumpsuit pocket.
"I'm sorry about all of this"
As her hand came out of the pocket, the blaster fired once, twice, thrice, four times - the security personnel stood dead around them, and then she turned and faced the administrator, who had a look of terror on his face.
"As I said, administrator. I'm sorry about all of this. But I appreciate what you have done"
"You aren't Mara Tacofer"
She shook her head
"No - but then again, you and I both know - neither is she. Her real name is Infiltrator -01."
"And you? What's your real name"
"My designation is Infiltrator 02. Not that it matters"
She fired the weapon, two shots straight into his chest.
Even as he crumpled to the ground, she moved to the door, deactivating its ability to open, moving to the central computer and typing, in fast succession a series of codes
"Administrator - this is Nav control. The hyperdrive is now active and ready. Shall we set the emergency destination coordinates?"
"This is Mara Tacofer. The administrator has been incapacitated, so I am taking control of our defenses. Divert hyperspace control directly to this station. I will be making the nav calculations myself. Prepare to enter hyperspace, on my mark"
TBC
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Besh Gorgon System
(formerly The Wheel)
The Federation soldiers onboard were barely conscious, if alive. One too many blasts in too short a time. Humans weren't designed to deal with the kind of pressures and forces against them.
The blast from the exploding platform had severely damaged their departing ship, and possibly worse, sent it in rapid spin. G-forces pinned Mara and the crew against walls and bulkheads, even as sirens roared about problems A, B, and C.
It was a miracle the ship hadn't sprung a leak, though that was only small comfort. In space, a ship at a spin didn't stop until something else stopped it - friction didn't slow them down, and there was a point where the force of the shockwave actually increased the speed with which they turned.
She heard gagging from somewhere on her left, and Mara knew it was at least too much for someone's stomach. It took her several tries before she managed to grasp a rung that was bolted to the ship's ceiling, pulling herself upward. Her center of gravity shifted and a moment later, she was pressed against the rung - but at least now she could make progress. slowly, she pulled her way upward, feeling the g-forces spin her and push her and pull her, until she finally reached the cockpit.
That was where the bad news had gotten worse. The pilot was dead, and the control panel itself looked like it had been barbecued. Mara's worst fears were confirmed when she tried activating the inertial dampeners, and got sparks instead of the force she needed to stabilize the ship.
She forced herself into a seat, holding herself down as the forces tried pulling her up against the viewshield, finally strapping herself in so she could focus.
First, with her body stable (as compared to the ship), she deactivated her gyroscopic sensors - an ability that her troops did not possess. Instead, she realigned her orientation with that of the ship.
Then, with her vision stabilized, she set to work trying to bypass the the shot mechanics, so she could activate the engines, just enough to slow the ship down.
It was hard, tedious work, not made easier by the ever changing scenery outside the viewport. The damage in here was extensive, and it took hours before she made the connection, snapping two wires together, and finally hearing the roar of the engines. The ship began to slow, and just about stop when the circuit gave out and the engine died completely.
Mara let out a sigh of relief. The ship was still moving, but slow enough that it was barely noticeable. And even if they were stranded here, they could try to figure something out. It gave them a little time.
Unstrapping herself, she made her way back to where her handful of troops were. The smell of vomit and urine filled the chamber, a result of the intense undergoings they endured. There was also decay.
One of the troops, the most injured, had succumbed to his wounds and lay dead, his face already an ashen color. Another also had passed, possibly unable to stand the intense force of the spinning.
Mara assessed her survivors, grabbing medpacks and setting to work dealing with what she could. It had been an assault mission, and injuries were anticipated, but this was not the way Mara expected it to go.
Perhaps worst of all, the viewport in the side of the ship allowed them to watch as the battle turned in favor of the Empire - and the Wheel disappeared.
"Where did it go?"
"It was equipped with a hyperdrive, to escape if need be"
"They abandoned us?"
"They did what they had to to save those on board."
Of course, with the Wheel gone, the Empire's attention shifted to the vast field of ships and platforms. Time was already running out, and they needed to get moving soon.
"We need to assess damage to the hyperdrive. See if we can get it functional, and how long it would take."
Before the assessment could begin though, Mara heard a crackling over the comm unit and made her way back to the cockpit.
"Mara Tacofer - this is Garron Prescott - if you read me, send a reply"
Mara couldn't help but smile. Garron had come looking for her.
TBC
-
Besh Gorgon System
(formerly The Wheel)
Garron Prescott had ordered the small tug to go through the debris, setting the comm on a short but open frequency, calling out every few minutes
"Mara Tacofer - this is Garron Prescott - if you read me, send a reply"
There was, at first, no response. The Wheel behind them disappeared, and the battle in the distance behind them seemed to grow chaotic.
"Mr. Prescott, we can't stay here forever"
The changing battle behind them was reminder enough that time was short, and Garron, more insistently, called out again
"Mara Tacofer - this is Garron Prescott - if you read me, send a reply"
This time, there was static, but then a voice.
"Garron Prescott - it's good to hear your voice"
Garron couldn't help but smile, turning to the pilot.
"Which ship did that come from?"
"I've got it - it's that damaged one, spinning slowly over there"
"try to get a lock on it"
Garron pressed the comm again.
"Mara, what's your status?"
"We have casualties - and our ship isn't exactly space worthy."
"Do you think it can enter hyperspace?"
"Our hyperdrive is down"
"I've got a tug that should be able to lock onto you and pull you in"
There was a pause
"I think we are air-tight. Don't suppose you have any room onboard?"
"I wish there was, but it looks like we'll have to pull you along. Tractor beam is locking on now"
the tug activated its tractor onto the ship, and its spin stopped entirely.
"Can we enter hyperspace from here?"
The pilot shook his head
"Too much in the way of debris and ships. We need a bit more space"
Garron glanced out the viewport, first at Mara's ship, then at the scene beyond. Many of the tugs that had been deployed had reached their targets, and the entire landscape seemed to be moving, scattering, as ships tried getting out of each other's way to make the jump into hyperspace. Beyond them, imperial fighters were wreaking havoc on the last of the Federation defenses that were standing in the way of an all-out massacre.
"Let's hurry this up."
"I know, I know - we don't have much time. But if I go too fast, I lose the lock, or damage the other ship. We just have to hope that we don't look like an appetizing target"
"The Federation ambassador and chief tactician is aboard that ship."
"Let's hope they don't know that"
The tug began moving downward, dipping below the standard plane of platforms and pulling the assault ship with it. Garron took one last glance out, where the Wheel had stood, praying his boss was alright.
TBC
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Deepspace, Unknown Location
The tug had managed to slip below the horizon of moving craft, and staying out of the main path of the imperial bombers, and shuttles, seeking to capture or destroy everything left in the Besh Gorgon system. A few tense moments when explosions hit nearby targets, but they were left alone, long enough to get away from everything to enter hyperspace.
The hyperspace trip was short - the tug had planned a quick escape route, a hop away from Besh Gorgon, to better assess the damage to the assault shuttle without putting it through the rigors of a long hyperspace trip. The vacuum of space was eerily calm compared to the cluttered massacre they had come from.
The ship itself had basically blown systems, but the tug used its tractor beams to pull close enough to connect with the airlock.
Minutes later, the hatch was opened, and Garron made his way in, the pilot staying ready at the tug.
Immediately, he was hit the scent of decay and vomit, and he forced himself to breathe, slowly. He made his way down into the causeway of the ship to assess the damage.
Mara was busy strapping a makeshift brace to one soldier's leg, another was leaning over a railing, gagging over a pool of stale vomit. A third clearly had died, riddled with blunt-trauma wounds. Two others groaned in various states of injury, and it was clear that of all of them, only Mara seemed to be able to get around easily enough.
Mara turned to see him, her eyes locking with his own for just a moment, but her face let out a smile.
"Thanks for saving me"
"I wish I could have done more"
"You did enough"
"But Riley"
Mara looked away at the mention of her nephew, the smile disappearing, and she nodded her head.
"Riley got away - Riley ran away, actually - just before the attack started. I watched a video of him getting on a ship and making it into hyperspace"
She looked back up at him
"I don't know where he went though"
Garron was relieved to hear that Riley had made it off the station. Garron closed the distance between them, taking Mara's hands in his own.
"We'll find him. I promise"
Even amidst the cacophony around them, there was a moment, a spark between them, and Mara smiled, leaned forward, and pressed her lips to Garron. It was warm, unexpected, and thrilling. And brief. Mara broke the kiss a moment later, her eyes lingering on Garron a moment longer before she turned away.
"Help me with this leg brace. Then we have to figure out what to do next."
TBC
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Deepspace, Unknown Location
The situation stabilized. Those that were alive were tended to, wounds cared for. Those that were dead were discreetly and respectfully shot out through the barely functional torpedo launch tube. The question then was where to go. As far as they knew, the Wheel had successfully escaped with the most precious aspects of the Federation - including the administrator himself, and of course, the stock exchange, and the archives. But where it jumped was a secret, and it was likely to remain a secret until the administrator was certain it was safe to emerge.
Those onboard discussed possibly going to Junction, the only remaining planet currently under Federation control, but Mara shot down the idea quickly.
"It's likely the Empire already hit Junction - and it will be an easier target than the Wheel was. They wouldn't leave that escape route as an option."
In fact, Junction was specifically ordered as off limits to anyone evacuating from the Wheel and the Besh-Gorgon system. Each of the facilities, ships, and whatnots that had escaped were ordered to choose their own destinations, and relay them on a specialized secure channel. Either the administrator, or a high ranking federation official (such as Mara) could communicate to coordinate where evacuees should rendevous.
Unfortunately, the long-range comm systems aboard the shuttle were malfunctioning, and the tug was not equipped for that.
"What about Chandaar?"
Garron had given Mara her space after the kiss, and there was an awkward and wonderful tension between them. He probably would have recommended Corporate space, were it not for their reputation of being arch enemies of the Federation.
"we don't know what kind of climate we'll be in"
"Why not?"
"They didn't come to help"
The truth of that had weighed down on the back of Mara's mind. The Republic had refused to come to the Federation's aid against a common enemy, and despite recent new agreements between them. She couldn't understand it, and it worried her what and who was behind the decision.
"Then we are short on options - The Republic, the Corporate Sector, The Empire of course ... where else can we go"
Mara had been going over the list of useable planets in her head, eliminating each one at a time. Her options were limited, to be sure. It had to be a world that COULD help, and would WANT to help - her, Garron, and the entire remant of the Trade Federation.
And the only world she could think that might do that was the world she cared most about, and the world where she had not set foot in ten years. Home.
Mara turned to the tug pilot.
"Do you think we'd be able to reach Corellia?"
The pilot nodded.
"Then set a course, and let's get going"
The pilot nodded again, scurrying out of the shuttle, through the airlock into the tight-quartered tug. Mara glanced over at Garron.
"Corellia is also part of the Republic."
"Part, yes - but also apart from. It's a different climate there. I hope"
Mara stood, making her way to the shuttle's cockpit, to be alone with her thoughts.
The last time she had been on Corellia, she had been labeled a traitor and a murderer. And although she had changed (physically) since then, she was apprehensive to visit, let alone draw attention to herself as the Federation 'ambassador,' She prayed that she would find what was needed there.
And then, once things had settled down, she could try to track down her nephew.
TBC
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Corellia
The Force works in mysterious ways - or whatever higher powers that be clearly had a sense of humor. On the surface of Corellia, Riley Patten and Dane Gellar were discovering more about themselves, their birthright, and their families pasts. Each had acted 'independently' but both had ended up in the same place. And neither knew that in orbit, another piece of the puzzle had just exited hyperspace, focusing not on the past, but on the future.
Mara Tacofer had no idea that Riley (or Dane) was on the surface. She assumed he had run away to find Gemma, wherever she may be. Her arrival here was focused on gathering and rebuilding the scattered elements of the Trade Federation, those that had escaped the imperial attack. She knew the battle would have cost the Federation a lot, but also knew that there were assets saved, and that with hardwork, the organization could survive. She hoped. What they needed was a safe place to lick their wounds and figure out what to do next, and having not heard from the Administrator or the Wheel, she was going to assume the role of acting head of the Federation.
The small tug exited hyperspace, the damaged assault shuttle in tow. Mara had spent much of the journey in the shuttle's cabin, isolating herself from the surviving officers - and Garron Prescott. She was very conflicted about him, and hadn't had the opportunity to fully process how she felt, or what she should do. And lacking opportunity to process was something very new to the HRD, who could process information very, very quickly. She wanted to be with him, wanted to be comforted by him, wanted to kiss him - and wanted to stay as far away from him as possible. Garron knew she was a clone, but she had not revealed that she was also a machine. That was another reason for the isolation during the trip - she needed time to recharge and assess her own systems. It was clear Garron had feelings for her, but Mara was not so certain whether revealing her darkest secret, the truth about her origin, wouldn't change that. Change his caring to fear, loathing, anger. A part of her wanted to tell him, wanted to tell him everything, but she didn't want to lose the small bit she had, knowing someone in the galaxy actually did care for her.
Isolating herself seemed the best way to KNOW how he felt, without risking an interaction that would require ACTING on those feelings, from either of them, or risk losing it altogther.
Arriving in space over Corellia, Mara was immediately aware of the bustle of activity in orbit. One of the richest worlds in the galaxy, there was always a tremendous amount of activity on Corellia, on the surface, and in orbit. multiple shipyards building new warships and commercial vessels, hundreds of vessels involved in trade and commerce - not quite as many as at the Wheel, but still a lot. Today though, she noticed a greater amount of military activity. Fighters and capital vessels were on guarded patrol, formations were tight, and everything she saw screamed 'there's a war going on - or about to be'. A fleet of ships looked prepared to head out, and as she predicted, disappeared into hyperspace just a few minutes after their arrival, off to some unknown destination.
Maybe the battle at the Wheel did have an impact on the Republic. Was the departing fleet meant to do battle? or defend a republic world, just in case?
Mara's attention was turned to a squad of fighters, patrolling along a traffic lane, followed by an old corellian corvette. As they drew closer, the comm in the cockpit hissed with static before she received the message.
"Tug, identify yourself, your cargo, and your purpose"
Technically, the tug was the lead vessel here, as it was pulling the shuttle along, but Mara had had the sublight-comm unit patched together, so she would get the message - and reply. At least the sublight comm was still working, the longer range unit was shot to hell.
"This is Trade Federation shuttle W-15-800, being pulled by Tug, D-unit, 087, responding to your hail. I am Mara Tacofer, lead ambassador for the Trade Federation. I am transmitting standard proof of credentials now. We are refugees from the Wheel in the Besh Gorgon system, requesting temporary asylum, and a meeting with a member of the Corellian Diplomatic Corp."
Mara had visited dozens of worlds in her role as ambassador, but never before as a refugee. Despite all that had happened, she knew she had to maintain a professional demeanor, the best way to show helping her was more than just a futile exercise.
In response to her hail, four of the patrol fighters moved into formation around the tug and shuttle.
"We are checking the credentials now, please stand by"
She envisioned the patrol officer, used to more routine responses, was communicating with higher-level officials. The sensationalism of recent events would probably mean her credentials were double and triple checked, as word of her arrival went up the chain of command.
Who it was that made the final decision, she couldn't be sure - was it the governor's office? or the senator's? The Diplomatic Corp included Corellia's secretary of state, the Corellian senator and represenatives to the Republic, about a dozen counselors and advisors, and hundreds of staff.
She was surprised how little time it was before a response was received.
"Ambassador Tacofer, we are increasing your escort to a full squad of fighters. Your shuttle and tug are both approved to follow the flight plan being transmitted now, and to land in Coronet on government platform 17. We have been told you will be greeted by a member of the Diplomatic Corp upon landing"
A dozen fighters approached and surrounded the ship, as the patrol ships went off to continue their routine job. Mara signalled the pilot of the tug.
"You heard the officer - follow their flight plan, and take us down"
"Yes, ma'am"
The descent was slow and without much incident, and Mara finally decided to head to the back of the shuttle to speak with Garron and the rest on board.
Garron had been leaning against a bulkhead, dozing, but awoke when the door opened. He had made clear his feelings toward Mara, and wasn't sure how she felt - the kiss had been wonderful, but it was an isolated incident, Mara returning to her professional, guarded demeanor ever since. He wished she would just open up to him. But for the moment, that obviously was not why she was back here.
"They are letting us land. I told them I was onboard, a refugee of the Wheel, seeking asylum. I did not tell them you were onboard as well"
"Why not?"
"I didn't want it sent up and down the line of communications that we had a CSA employee onboard, let alone one who worked directly for Rutherford Gellar. We don't know how people are reacting to anything. I want to play it safe, and keep as much as possible secret"
"That plan hasn't worked so well so far"
"Not from lack of trying - I don't trust a lot of people with more information than necessary"
"Is there anyone in the Corellian government you do trust?"
It was a valid question, and went to the heart of Mara's unease. Most of those she had worked with during her brief stint as an aide to the then governor William Tacofer had been murdered under Judec's reign (and then, of course, she was blamed for their deaths). But there were a few that she had heard of, by reputation, individuals who might be willing to hear her out.
"Senator Artemis Soldys has a reputation of being principled"
"For a politician"
"He was a soldier and director of CorSec before taking the position."
"Being a soldier makes him trustworthy?"
"No - but I don't have a lot of options right now. I need somebody I can talk to, that can help the Federation. Soldys doesn't like Republic politics, and has made that clear, even at the cost of political capital. No matter who greets us, we need to talk to him."
Garron seems unsure, and shrugs
"If you say so"
Mara isn't ready to have a deeper conversation with him - about this, or anything else, and turns to the Federation soldiers on board.
"We need to look as presentable as possible. Everyone knows we were in a battle, and need help, but we cannot look defeated. If we do, we will be. When we step out of the shuttle, keep a professional line"
Mara glanced back at Garron, then disappeared back into the cockpit, closing the door between them.
They had reached the atmosphere, and the g-forces included with the descent could be felt by all onboard. As they touched down on the ground, the escort that had been following zoomed past, returning to orbit.
Mara glanced out the shuttle, watching the brightness of the day, a sharp contrast to the darkness that was perpetual in space. Even with artificial lighting onboard, nothing compared to daylight.
She waited a minute, collecting herself and her thoughts before rising, stepping back into the main room of the shuttle, and down the ramp as it finished descending.
The federation troops that could walk followed suit, with Garron taking the rear.
The sun was bright on the durasteel platform, and most of them were shielding their eyes as they adjusted to the change. Mara, however, proceeded forward, looking at the individual waiting by the edge of the platform.
It was not Senator Soldys. In fact, it was not even a member of the diplomatic corp.
Instead, it was the current director of the Corellian Defense Force, Elon Veritaas.
Mara's heart raced, fear returning to her that returning to Corellia was a mistake, her past life, wanted for treason and murder. Did they know who she was? what she was?
No - Veritaas hadn't come with an armed escort. He was alone to greet them. If she was to be arrested, he would have come with more force. His expression was hard to read, eyes flickering briefly at the wounded soldiers, Garron, but then focusing mostly on Mara, studying her as she drew closer.
"Director Veritaas. I must admit, I was not expecting you to be greeting me."
"Ambassador Tacofer - Mara Tacofer" he stated her name, emphasizing the last name, and making a deliberate pause before continuing.
"I must admit, your arrival here is both surprising, and a remarkable coincidence"
Mara wasn't quite sure what he was getting at, but made her formal request anyways.
"Director, as lead ambassador to the Trade Federation, I am here to seek asylum, and assistance from the Corellian government. I would like to speak with Senator Artemis Soldys at the earliest possible convenience"
"Senator Soldys would equally like to meet with you, and we are arranging for that meeting to occur as soon as possible"
"Thank you"
"However, there is another matter that I believe concerns you. That is why I am here to greet you. We recently had another visitor to Corellia, also surprising. Two in fact."
Mara shook her head, not understanding.
"Who?"
"Riley Patten, and Dane Gellar"
Mara could hardly believe her ears. Riley was here? On Corellia? It was both relief and fear that filled her. Relief, knowing he was apparently safe, and fear at what coming to Corellia and revealing himself could mean for the future. Mara couldn't hide her facial expression, and the Director nodded his head.
"You know them"
Mara briefly paused, contemplating the risk of confirming - but she was hear asking for help, and being forthright would help her.
"Yes"
"They are both safe, and I will be happy to let you see them - both of them. But first, if we could speak with you in private"
Mara wanted to see Riley immediately, but knew better. There was still protocol to follow, and she nodded her head again
"Lead the way."
TBC
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Corellia
Mara and her small delegation were led indoors, and whisked away to a more private building. Nobody wanted her presence, or the things they had to discuss, to become public knowledge.
The soldiers, many who were injured, were sent to a medical facility, while Garron and Mara were brought into a small conference room, window shades drawn.
They sat down in comfortable, but not extravagant chairs, glancing around at the emblems on the wall - understated decor, to keep the room from looking asylum-white, a few emblems of Corellia's government and agencies. They waited only a few minutes before Director Veritaas returned, followed by Senator Soldys and a woman that Mara had never met but recognized.
Greetings were warm, but brief.
"Ambassador Tacofer. Mr. Prescott. Allow me to introduce Senator Artemys Soldys and Della Avers who works in the Governor's Office. Senator, Ms. Avers, this is Ambassador Mara Tacofer of the Trade Federation and Garron Prescott of the Corporate Sector"
Hand shakes, and everyone sat down. The senator spoke first, looking at Mara.
"It is remarkable that you have shown up like this - both of you"
He glanced over at Garron, who nodded his head, curious and cautious, and Artemis turned his gaze back to Mara.
"We were surprised to hear that Riley and Dane were here. It seems like luck"
"if you believe in luck"
"We didn't know they were going to be here"
The Senator shook his head
"I meant no offense - I just meant maybe it was destiny"
"If it's alright with you, senator, I'd like to stay away from destiny and prophesy for the time being"
Garron, for reasons obvious to our readers, was not friends with destiny at the moment. Mara, however, wanted the conversation to go smoothly
"It's been a rough time for us. We came from the Besh Gorgon system, where the Wheel was under attack by the Empire. We barely escaped - and we have no idea how many made it out. We came here because we couldn't think of who else we could trust."
"The Republic has a capital now, Ms. Tacofer"
"Yes, and I notice YOU aren't there either, senator. Sometimes, it's better to stay out of where the limelight is"
He smiled knowingly.
"true - but your coming here may very well shift that limelight this way. I'm not sure that's what we are looking for at Corellia."
"I assure you, I only want what's best for Corellia"
"And the Trade Federation. And yourself. You have many loyalties, Ms. Tacofer. How can we trust you"
Mara was not entirely surprised by the senator's words, but she was disappointed by them. She had hoped that she would get something more from the senator - but then again, in his eyes, she was from the Trade Federation, and had publicly spoke out against an opponent, giving her own organization huge gains - and then now asking for help. There was only one way to earn his trust. To be honest.
"What is it you want to know?"
"First of all, Tacofer wasn't your first name, was it?"
No, it was Infiltrator-01, but she certainly wasn't going to say THAT. There was a truer name though, her first REAL human name.
"My name is Mara Anna Gellar"
"As in Dane Gellar?"
"No - well, I suppose yes, but I've only met Dane recently. I am related to Valerie Gellar."
"How?"
She glanced over at Garron, who nodded his support (if only he knew the real truth) and turned back to them.
"I'm Valerie's clone. One of several"
The corellians did not expect the answer, the shock/disbelief registering on their faces. Mara continued.
"I can prove it to you - I have matching bloodtype to Valerie. Not just matching - identical."
"You are a clone? Who - how were you cloned?"
"I won't go into the details right now, but basically, Valerie Gellar was handed over to an imperial who worked with General Kyrie Patten, blackmail to save face for her being born out of wedlock"
Those in the room had heard the story, of course.
"The imperial - You mean Alexander Winton?"
Mara nodded her head. She had almost forgotten his infamy had been made widespread by the documentary
"Yes"
"So he cloned you?"
Mara never really thought about how complicated it would be to answer the questions of her origins until she actually had to. She decided to skip the messy parts, about how she was created by Phage, worked for Phage, killed for Phage ... that would lead to too many other questions.
So much for honesty.
"Basically. Alexander Winton found that Valerie Gellar had a gene that allowed for a kind of immortality, and he tested that theory on me. I was the prototype clone. Except I never became Valerie, I was an independent. His later clones had the ability for transferred memories."
"Winton was cloned?"
Mara sighed
"If you want to discuss Alexander Winton, we can, but I'd save it for another time. I will say this. When Valerie faced off against Phage - the second time - I witnessed her sacrifice herself for Corellia, saw Phage kill her. And so I killed Phage. Yes - I am the one who killed Phage.
And I was inspired by Valerie, so I chose to enter the civil government, under William Tacofer. I posed myself as Valerie's cousin, since it would raise too many question to call myself her sister. But that's what I was, I am. Valerie's clone, Valerie's only sibling"
"Except ..."
"Except, I wasn't her only sibling. Valerie had a half-sister, Kimber Patten, and Kimber was pregnant with a boy when she was brought to Centerpoint Station. During that last final battle, I found her, alone in a cooridor, dying even as she was giving birth. She was ... delirious, saw me, and thought I was Valerie, her half-sister and closest friend. She called to me, and I helped her. I delivered that child, and promised I would raise him, protect him. She named him Riley just before she died."
Mara paused briefly, taking a breathe before continuing.
"I thought Corellia would be the best place, for sure - but I had been labeled as a traitor, blamed for killing Governor Tacofer by the Judec government. And even though it wasn't true, I couldn't reveal myself, or the boy I carried. There was too much history in our names.
So I replaced Gellar with Tacofer, in honor of our fallen governor, and turned to the Trade Federation, who protected both me and Riley, and our identities until just a few months ago.
I was made an ambassador, and Riley and me went to Chandaar. I began working with Rutherford Gellar, who is arguably related to me - my sister's grandfather. And that was when Riley was kidnapped - Riley Patten, Dane Gemma and Dahlia Gellar-Masterton. We worked with Rutherford, and the jedi to recover the four children. we were able to rescue all but Dahlia. Riley was kept with me at the Wheel, Dane and Gemma were sent away to be guarded by the jedi. Rutherford was comatose, and so Mr. Prescott stayed with him on the Wheel.
Riley ran away just before the imperial attack. I don't know what led Dane to be here. Both of them have Corellian blood, are native sons of Corellia. And while I might be a clone, and have worked for other factions, I feel as though Corellia is my heritage as well."
Notwithstanding some of the fuzzy parts, Mara felt a great weight off her shoulders - she called herself home at last. Now, how would they take it.
"You bring with you some troubling tides - a clone of Valerie Gellar, and a son of Riley Patten, and a nephew of Valerie Gellar, showing up here? Connected to heroes and celebrities - and not all celebrity is good. Those names have negative connotations as well."
"All the more reason to hide who we were"
"Riley seems intent on going forward as a Patten"
Mara's face was stoic, unsure how to respond - Riley wanted to be who he was born as, understandable, but using that name was dangerous ... those who knew who he was had tried kidnapping him already, and here, he would get publicity ...
"I have concerns about him being publicly displayed. I'm his guardian, his protector. He's still a child and doesn't know what's best for him"
"He's fairly intelligent for a child"
"Yes he is - but he's still a child. He ran away and almost got himself killed so he could - what? learn about his past? What he did was dangerous. And frankly, before we speak anymore about anything, I ought to have a chance to speak with him myself"
The Corellians glanced at each other, before nodding.
"He's just down the hall - we'll take you to him. Mr Prescott, if you could stay here for just a minute."
The director and senator rose to lead Mara out, down the hall, to another conference room.
Mara prepared to scold Riley, prepared to tell him how foolish and dangerous what he did was.
The door opened, and there he was. He seemed surprised to see Mara, and then he gulped. He sensed he was in trouble, eyes meeting Mara's, his voice quiet as he began to speak a plea of forgiveness.
"Aunt Mara ... I ..."
Mara stepped forward, looking at Riley, sitting there in ill fitting corellian clothing, provided for him to replace the articles that had been damaged by his journey here. A thin smile reached her lips and she ran forward, kneeling down and wrapping her arms around him, pulling him close to her.
"Riley ... don't you ever do that again" She had meant to scold him, meant her words to be harsh, but the hug diminished any bluntness to it. Riley's arms wrapped around her, and she held him tight, silently thanking the force that he was alive, and well, and safe. At least for now.
"Aunt Mara ... I'm sorry"
Without breaking the huge, Mara whispered back.
"Shh ... not now"
And she held him, long and hard. For though Kimber was his mother and his blood and Patten was his name and birthright, Mara, was the one who raised him, and to her, this was her child. And she clutched onto him, silently daring anyone to try and take him away from her again.
TBC
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Corellia
There was no question that there was a bigger issue - both on a galactic level, and for Mara and her nephew - that needed to be dealt with, watched, guarded from. All four of the children had now been returned to their families, and were, for the moment, safe from danger. But for how long? And perhaps more importantly, what did someone want with them anyhow?
Nevertheless, Mara had other pressing matters that had to be resolved. No one had heard from the Administrator, or had seen the massive structure of the Wheel since the imperial attack, and reports were conflicting whether it had escaped or been captured by the Empire. What Mara did know is that literally hundreds of ships, platforms, and other Federation assets had managed to run from the imperial attack in the Besh-Gorgon system, and were scattered across the galaxy, seeking safety, and orders for what to do next.
With the imperial attack, the Trade Federation effectively lost it's last actual real estate. Even with the Republic victory against the Empire in the system - a surprising turn of events still being investigated - it would be foolish to return and try to rebuild there. The Junction system was equally unavailable, its governor having made a statement breaking all ties with the Trade Federation, in hopes of averting an imperial attack (unsuccessfully, mind you - the Empire had raided the planet's orbital facilities, setting the planet back billions of credits).
Without the administrator, Mara was effectively the head of whatever remnants survived of the Trade Federation, in all its scattered parts. Even without a place to call home, the organization still had a huge number of assets that needed to be assessed and put back into place.
That was why she had chosen Corellia initially, before she even knew Riley was here. And while she and Riley still had to set up a life and a home here - Riley apparently knew about his own personal wealth more than Mara or anyone else did - there were some legal hurdles that needed to be dealt with, and while that was being sorted out, the Gellar apartment seemed to suit Riley just fine. Tomorrow, they would try to access Kimber Patten's accounts at the central bank in Coronet. Today, Mara was trying to find a place for her company to call home.
Artemis Soldys and Della Avers sat in the conference room across from her as she began to make her pitch. She felt out of practice.
"The Trade Federation needs a new home, and I think the Corellian sector might be the place for us. Corellia has huge production capacity, and combined with Trade Federation assets, it would make Corellia one of the top, if not the top, commercial capitals of the galaxy. It would rival if not beat out the Corporate Sector as the Republic's number one trade partner"
Artemis shook his head
"We aren't just a trade partner of the Republic - we are a part of the Republic"
"True, but the Corellian Sector has a level of independence other worlds don't. A half dozen planets that are not inside the protective barriers of the gravity well nets, self reliant, self defending. And not the most favored among some republic insiders. This would give you a leg up, another reason for other senators to take you seriously."
"What about Corellian Engineering? Bringing the Trade Federation to Corellia would not be something they appreciate. That's huge competition for them"
"I could argue that competition isn't a bad thing, but really, it doesn't matter here - the Trade Federation isn't a competitor of CEC. We have different products."
"For the most part"
Mara nodded "for the most part. And in fact, I think we can resolve that issue. With the Trade Federation as a partner of CEC rather than a competitor."
"They might not go along with that either - especially considering the last time the Trade Federation tried partnering with an entity"
Mara's face showed her annoyance. "The interactions between the Trade Federation and the Corporate Sector were going to be positive, before the whole -"
Della raised her hands up "yes, we know, but that's what happened, and that's how it looks. The Trade Federation, for all its assets and wealth, is considered a liability right now. No one wants that drama."
Mara leaned back in her chair, looking at the two corellians across from her. It was true, the Trade Federation brand didn't have much to offer in terms of dealing.
But those assets.
"What if CEC were to buy out the Trade Federation?"
Artemis and Della looked at each other than back at Mara.
"You mean a merger?"
"I mean buys everything the Trade Federation has - every spec, every facility, every ship. Swallow up the Trade Federation whole. CEC becomes that much larger in one breathe, the Trade Federation brand disappears entirely."
"And who would it be buying it from?"
"The shareholders, of course. Either in actual currency, or stock in CEC. CEC can decide what works best, and I can negotiate with them over other terms, but I need Corellia's approval. I need a place for my people to have work, and gather them from wherever they've been. Let me send out a call, letting my employees know they can come here, safely, and I'll negotiate those assets to the Correllian Engineering Corporation."
Della nodded her head.
"I think that can be arranged - at least temporarily. Details will have to be -"
At that moment, she was interrupted, as the comm by Artemis' belt buzzed. he lifted it to his ear.
"This is the Senator. ... I'm in the middle of .... what's happening?"
his face turned worried as he listened to the comm, finally nodding his head.
"I'll head out at once"
The comm clicked off as Mara and Della looked at him.
"I have to return to Chandaar. It seems the Senator from Mandalore is trying to pass a measure registering and restricting Force users in the Republic. It looks like it's going to pass"
"Would that be such a bad thing? Force users have been known to cause quite a few problems. Believe me, I should know"
"This isn't about Force users. Someone is doing this to attack the jedi. And apparently, the Speaker has been acting ... strange."
"Strange? how so?"
"I'm not sure - but I need to return to the capital to see what I can do. Della will work with the governor's office and my office to arrange for a sit down with the CEC chairman. I hope it all works out"
Artemis was clearly distracted, rushing out of the room. Della glanced at Mara.
"Excuse me for a minute"
And she ran out after him.
"Artemis!"
He slowed his pace, and turned to face her.
"I'll see you soon, right?"
he sighed
"I've been away from the capital for too long. It looks bad"
"you had things to attend to here"
"Corellia needs a strong voice on Chandaar, or we'll get run over by the special interests. I need to be there. That's what I was chosen to do, that's what I need to do"
Della nodded her head, then stood up on her toes, leaned forward, pressing her lips against his, her voice a gentle whisper.
"Don't stay away too long"
TBC
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Corellia
Mara felt like she had only just gotten settled at the ranch before she is off to work again, saving somebody from something or other.
Her first act though was reviewing the security protocols for the ranch. Systems were adequate, but after all they had been through, Mara was not satisfied with 'adequate.' She was already thinking of ways to supplement that security, but for now, the presence of Della Avers - who had, according to her record, proven to be capable both as a soldier and a stateswoman in the past - would have to do to watch over Riley as he settled into his new home.
Their new home.
The idea of it was still overwhelming to Mara, who had been on the run practically since she had first been created.
Then, to business. the Patten ranch was equipped with a variety of communications equipment, and Mara had already arranged for supplemental equipment, including a new central transmitter to be installed, taking an old room in one wing of the home as an office. Most of the Federation shareholders were surprised to hear from her, and skeptical at first glance.
"We are thinking of pulling our assets out of the company"
Mara nodded
"You could do that - I am arranging for a large buyer to assist in the Trade Federation's liquidation of assets. You could be compensated for the worth of your stock, as it stands right now - at it's lowest value in nearly 15 years. Or, you could hold out, and see if it becomes worth something. With the new purchase?"
"Who's the buyer"
"If all goes well, Corellian Engineering Corporation"
A pause as the shareholder reflected on this development.
"What would I get for sticking around?"
Mara smiled, walking through her plans for the organization until the shareholder was satisfied, then let out a sigh as soon as she was done. Nothing, of course, was set in stone, so all these negotiations could be for nothing. Luckily, she had only to talk to about two dozen shareholders - the rest were all smaller entities with minimal say in the organization's governance. There was one shareholder that she was unfamiliar with, a new corporation, named D.W. Inc., that seemed to have purchased a huge number of shares, such that it, by itself, held nearly a third of the Federation stock. Mara was further unsettled by the unfamiliar face she saw in front of her when she got in touch.
"I'm surprised we've never met, your organization being such a dominant owner"
The individual smiled
"We like keeping our hands out of things - we're going to stick with the Federation for the long haul. We've seen your work. We trust you"
They seemed adamant to get off the line, and Mara was not about to press further and risk losing the approval she needed.
With enough shareholders in line, the next step was to call in the assets, and for this, she sent out a broad-banded message across the galaxy with an encrypted authorization code.
"Federation personnel, this is Mara Tacofer, Vice-Administrator and acting head of the Trade Federation. In lieu of recent events, the Trade Federation has suffered severe setbacks, and assets have been evacuated all across the galaxy. I am authorizing a signal of return, code 33-alpha-27-delta. All Federation personnel, and moveable assets are to report to the planet Corellia and report immediately. For purposes of this action, including confirmation of receipt of orders and of arrival, confirmation signals shall be sent to transmitter 6-D-9-L-4-E-8, located approximately 40 kilometers north of Coronet City. Noncompliance will result in termination from Federation payroll, and potential legal ramifications if assets are not returned. This message will replay ever 12 hours"
The message sent, Mara now had the hardest task at hand - convincing the CEC director, Duane Mangum to buy the Federation.
Della had arranged the meeting, and now Mara had to utilize her best negotiating skills where she had very little to offer.
A briefcase packed, Mara made her way through the quiet ranch to the room where Riley was sitting on the computer, Della nearby, the two of them chatting about something or other.
"I'm heading up for the meeting with Mangum."
The two looked at them, Riley nodded "see you later, Aunt Mara" and turned back to the computer.
Mara frowned at the back of her nephew turning to Della
"I'll keep an eye on him"
She nodded "thank you" and headed toward the entrance. Trepidation continued through her every time she left Riley, never certain she wouldn't lose him again. But this had to be done.
A shuttle had been ordered, taking Mara directly from the ranch to the CEC headquarters high in orbit, nestled among the massive construction yards.
Even as she was heading up, she glanced out the shuttle's window, back down at the ranch and then the planet as they grew smaller.
She sighed. She had barely gotten settled, and it seemed as though she was always leaving somewhere.
TBC
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Corellia
Orbital Shipyards - Corellian Engineering Corp Headquarters Platform
Because Corellians care more about function than beauty, and CEC, a partially state-owned corporation held to that tradition, the offices of CEC's directors and chief executives were located amid the shipyards themselves. Nor were the offices themselves particularly elaborate. Sparse save for a few personal items, small to conserve space, and the chairs looked like they had been refurbished from the leather seats of corellian freighters.
That didn't make Mara feel any less daunted by the task at hand.
Across from where she sat, Duane Mangum, Director of the Corellian Engineering Corporation was eyeing her with skepticism.
"I agreed to meet with you out of curiosity, Miss Tacofer. And because I was asked to by a close friend. But I'm not sure your offer is as good as you make it out to be."
"You would be gaining control of a huge array of assets that -"
"What we would be gaining is a huge array of unknowns. Most of the Federation's assets have been scattered, commandeered, or destroyed. Not withstanding your communication bursts, we don't know what will be showing up here. The Trade Federation cannot even track down its largest possession, the Wheel, which houses much of the wealth you claim to possess. Buying the liquid assets of the Trade Federation is a waste of time, and the brand doesn't add anything that CEC doesn't already have."
"We have contracts with huge markets - the Republic -"
"We don't have trouble negotiating with the Republic. We're PART of the Republic. We already get special trade privileges with all Republic worlds, we are the main supplies of non-Mon-Cal military vessels and virtually all freight construction"
"What about the Trade Federation's droids?"
Mangum's already tight face frowned.
"battle droid is a dirty word here on Corellia, Miss Tacofer. Even after all these years, be it Phage, or Saga Judec - the use of droids for military purposes is shunned. We won't change that here"
"The war with the Empire is expanding, and the Republic cannot man its ships as fast as you can build them. I know what droids mean to Corellia, believe me. But automated systems reduce the required fighting force significantly, and that will be necessary if this war continues to expand."
Mangum rose from his seat.
"If for some reason we chose to take on the Trade Federation's assets, we would take every droid and melt it down, and take every droid spec and burn it. Am I clear?"
Mara stared at him for a moment. She had, in her recent return to Corellia, with Riley and his whole birthright, forgotten the kind of droid-phobia that had dominated Corellia for the last dozen years. Since Phage. Another reminder that for all of Riley's supposed security, Corellia would reject Mara for what she really was. Another reason to keep the secret hidden for another decade.
"I understand, Director. I truly do. But Federation assets includes more than just battle droids. We have developed automated systems which allow flesh and blood individuals to handle twice as many ship functions. Instead of manning a single weapon, a soldier can man three at the same time. Without handing a single droid a gun, it would reduce the required ship crew. Furthermore, the Trade Federation also has a huge line of domestic droids, designed to assist and help rather than hurt. these are the droids I was speaking of.
The Federation stock exchange still exists, still is functional, even absent the Wheel. Brokerage costs are going to Federation accounts - they could go to Corellia. And once a new headquarters is established for the exchange, trading and brokerage costs will return to the levels they were at previously. More income.
The Federation's gravity well nets have proven extremely useful to the Republic. Corellia could be the one producing them. Further protecting the Republic, further enriching Corellia.
When I talk of assets, I'm not speaking of nothing, Mr. Director. I didn't come here empty handed. There are things I can give you."
The Director returned to his seat, eyeing Mara with the same look of skepticism as before.
"And what do you want in return?"
"A home - after the attack, Federation people were scattered far and wide, with no place to work, and no place to live. I want that place for them, here on Corellia. The Trade Federation won't survive independently. The Empire made sure of that. But they didn't wipe out everyone that relied on the Federation."
"We wouldn't be able to hire everyone"
"I understand. But your capacity to build will grow, and you'll need new hands."
Mangum nodded his head.
"Alright, Miss Tacofer. I'll tell you what. Let's see what your message brings to Corellia. Once I know what it is CEC would be purchasing, I'll find out what the board thinks is a fair deal."
"That is all I can ask for, Director"
Mara stood and offered Mangum her hand.
"Miss Tacofer, I make no promises. For the Trade Federation. For you. We don't need this right now."
"I understand, Director. I'd consider it a personal favor"
"Your not really in a position to be returning favors, Miss Tacofer"
Mara smiled.
"You'd be surprised"
TBC
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Corellia
Orbit
It had been almost a week of waiting, and Mara had been growing anxious. It was entirely possible that the pieces of the Trade Federation after scattering had been lost - theft, piracy, abandonment. She wasn't entirely sure what to do if that were the case. What would happen to the Federation's assets, most of which were intangible, if the tangible assets no longer existed.
Then, they began appearing. She had made arrangements to be notified by Corellian Central Traffic Control if anyone entered the system with a Trade Federation beacon, and all of a sudden, they began rolling in.
One after another, the evacuation tugs came baring their cargo. Corellian Planetary Defenses swarmed to greet them, and as the days passed, the northwestern quadrant of the Corellian space became home to an entire city of platforms, ships, modules, of every shape and size.
The ancient droid control ship had lumbered into the system, eyed carefully by the Corellians, if only for its massive size, and been made the center of the growing Federation complex.
Mara was recognized as the surviving head of the organization, and the pilots and administrators fell into order. Organization and assessing what was saved and what was lost was going to be key to moving on in the future, and so every day, Mara would leave Riley to head into orbit, hopping from ship to platform to ship.
The only thing missing was the Wheel itself.
Finally, Mara set up a new office for herself aboard the Droid Control Ship, just off the bridge. The vessel had survived thanks in part to its massive size and heavy hull. Damage marked the entire ship, and outer portions of the donut had been sealed off due to breaches.
The massive hangars were home to the surviving starfighter squadrons, many in need of repair, or at least, maintenance after long journeys without proper care. Deeper inside, the museum portions of the ship had been shoved aside, making room for thousands of refugees who had sought cover there before the vessel had evacuated. a city within.
Mara made her way along the catwalk of the vessel, looking down on the makeshift homes for these people, many of whom had lived in the Besh Gorgon system for years. She prayed she could give them a future.
In her new office, she had invited the CEC Director aboard, and hoped the conversation would be progress from the last.
"Mr. Mangum, thank you for coming aboard."
"Miss Tacofer" Mara wasn't sure the director had the ability to smile, the way he couldn't even greet her with pleasantries.
"You see what we have already"
"Yes, your little fleet has made quite the clutter of our space"
"If you buy it, you can relocate it all"
"A lot of it's junk, Miss Tacofer"
"A lot of it isn't, Mr. Mangum. The ship you are on now is undergoing extensive repairs, and was build to be a headquarters away from any planet. It can be used to establish operations ANYWHERE. I've got two dozen starfighter construction platforms that all can start producing in a matter of days. A half dozen droid factories for domestic products, an assortment of arms manufacturing, Federation pharmaceutical laboratories, the works. We long gave up relying on a planet, and so everything was mobile, and now it's all coming here. All you have to do is buy it."
"Every day I wait, your shares go down."
"That stopped being true a week ago. News reports indicate that the Federation is alive and will reopen for business. Shares were static until confirmation of the assets we have started pouring in. Our shares doubled for the last two days."
"An over-sell. Do you have the means to maintain it all?"
"We have resources saved up, but we'd rather sell it off for some security. My people need homes and places to work. If you won't buy, I'll find someone else who will, but you see we've got it. You can feel free to inspect what we have, but the more that comes in, the HIGHER your price will have to be."
Mangum paused, blinking without saying a word.
"Send me your diagnostic reports"
Mara slid a data pad across the table.
"You can stall, Director, but you know what I'm saying is true. You've got a good deal here, good for you, for Corellia, for everyone"
Mangum lifted up the datapad, scanning it briefly, before looking up.
"Very well, Miss Tacofer. I think we can have a deal"
"You won't regret it"
"I'd better not"
TBC
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Corellia
Orbit
News loved stories of falls and standing up from a fall. War was great foddor, because it created and killed heroes on a near daily basis.
So naturally, when news that the Trade Federation, after being routed on their home turf, and scattered across the galaxy, was involved in a major trade deal - it got people's attention. Such that, on the day the deal was announced, it dominated coverage on most major networks. Even more than the war, or the slew of other world events.
"BREAKING NEWS: Trade Federation to merge with Corellian Engineering Corporation
We've learned that over the last few weeks, high level talks between the Trade Federation and Corellian Engineering Corporation have been ongoing about the purchase of the Trade Federation brand and assets. As most people are aware, several months ago, the Trade Federation was attacked in the Besh Gorgon system, their main base of operations. Many Federation assets were destroyed, and the Trade Federation's presence from Besh Gorgon was eliminated entirely.
Apparently, the Trade Federation was able to preserve many of its mobile assets, including construction platforms, ships, and other facilities, as well as its stock market services. Those assets have coalesced in the Corellian Sector over the past few weeks, in preparation for this major negotiation.
Though Federation stock prices dropped significantly after the attack at Besh Gorgon, recent activity has led to a surge in its value, and it is believed the deal will bring tremendous value - and leverage - to Corellian Engineering.
The exact terms of the deal are being kept confidential, but it does appear that CEC will be purchasing all Federation possessions, including the name brand itself, and key technologies, including the gravity well projectors that were a key purchase item by the republic just prior to the attack.
CEC Director Duane Mangum was not reachable for comment, but Deputy Administrator for the Trade Federation Mara Tacofer provided a statement: 'The past century should have told the galaxy that the Trade Federation is not so easily wiped out. With this deal, we anticipate that the products and services we have provided will become even more accessible to our customers and the galaxy at large.'
Mara Tacofer is also known as being the chief negotiator with the Republic for the Trade Federation, and for making several key speeches ..."
Mara shut off the report, knowing it would go into analysis, about her, the organization, and a slew of other things. The talking heads on this and other networks got paid to make it seem like they knew, but really, few of them had any idea what was going on.
She turned from her desk to the aid that had stepped in a few minutes ago.
"Miss Tacofer"
"Do you have the report?"
"Yes ma'am"
The aid handed Mara a datapad, and Mara began glancing it over quickly, the aid speaking as she did.
"As you can see, we were able to trace the Wheel's departure from Besh Gorgon to it's initial jump location. But then it made another, undisclosed jump that we couldn't trace. We have no way of knowing where it went from there"
Now that Mara had started securing a future for the Trade Federation, she had devoted resources to finding and recovering the Wheel.
"Is there any indication as to who made the jump? Was it the administrator?"
The aid nodded.
"Several of the pilots who came to Corellia have reported they had an assignment on the Wheel. They were responsible for evacuating the civilians after the Wheel escaped."
Mara looked up from the datapad.
"There was an evacuation of the Wheel?"
"Apparently - and according to them, it was on your orders."
"But I never ..."
Mara put down the datapad as the realization hit her. If SHE hadn't given the order, but everyone THOUGHT she had, that could only mean one thing.
"I need to see these pilots right away. Did any of them say where the Wheel was?"
"No ma'am - they said nav computers were auto-set, and otherwise, computer systems were disabled. They report an orangish, desert planet, but that doesn't help much. It was obviously meant to be remote."
Mara nodded, trying to figure out in her head what it meant. The aid meanwhile continued on.
"I can have them report here in just a few hours"
"As soon as possible"
"Yes ma'am"
As the aid left the office, Mara stood up, mimicking the nervous behavior she had seen in some human executives.
Orders had been given by one of the other infiltrators. Who else could it have been?
And that meant that the infilitrators were in control of the Wheel. What that meant - for her, for the galaxy, for Riley - when everything had seemed to finally be settling down, she now saw it was just another step, another phase.
Then another thought. The ruthless nature of infilitrators - how many bad acts would be associated back to her? How much would she be blamed for? Could she be punished, taken away from Riley?
Would her own secrets be revealed?
Too many questions, not enough answers.
For sure, the merger was not the biggest thing on her mind anymore.
TBC
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Corellia
Orbit
The reports from over a dozen pilots were identical. On orders, either directly or indirectly from her, they were told to ferry civilians away from the Wheel to scattered locations. None were told where they were coming from, or where they were going until they arrived.
In all cases, nav-computer controls were preset, and inaccessible. Pilots merely pressed a button and they were in hyperspace. Once they arrived at their destination, nav computer memory was automatically wiped.
Someone with a lot of computer savvy and a lot to hide had programmed those ships, to be sure.
The pilots had seemed confused at Mara's apparent lack of knowledge as to her own orders, but she managed to play it off as a routine check, verifying following orders. When they asked where the Wheel was, Mara was equally cagey.
The last pilot who came into her room offered one additional bit of information, though in the form of a question.
"Miss Tacofer, I noticed that none of the federation employees that were stationed on the Wheel have made it to Corellia, except for the pilots. Where are they now?"
The question brought about the realization that not only was the Wheel missing, but hundreds of federation security personnel were ALSO missing - an ill omen.
"Last I heard they were aboard the Wheel"
It was the truth, as far as she knew. The employee was sent away without further inquiry and Mara was left to her thoughts. What she knew was this: The Wheel had left Besh Gorgon during the imperial attack, but not on the orders of Administrator Farim, but on her orders - or more accurately, the orders of someone who looked and sounded exactly like her. From there, the Wheel went to an undisclosed location, and neither it nor its employees had been heard from since.
That could only mean the Infiltrators were in control of the Wheel. Infiltrators with her level of access. That thought brought about more dizzying possibilities, and she quickly pressed the comm, signalling an aide to appear.
"Yes Miss Tacofer?"
"Do we have any reports of any Federation activity between the evacuation of the Wheel and my call for Federation assets to report to Corellia?"
The aid glanced down at a datapad for a minute before again looking up.
"Yes, ma'am. In fact, there was a flurry of activity in the Federation stock exchange. Massive buying and selling around the time of the evacuation, as dated by the pilots."
"What were the results of those transactions?"
Again, checking the status.
"It appears that a large amount of wealth transferred to about two-dozen small companies, and key shares in the Federation itself, as well as key traders, were purchased by a company known as D.W. Inc."
The name was familiar to Mara - it was the 'hands-off' corporation she had no trouble convincing about the deal with CEC. A company that now owned a large amount of stock in CEC itself.
"Do we know the origins of the company, or any of its personnel?"
"Nothing on file on them"
"Place of origin?"
"They have offices located on Chandaar, Etti IV .."
"They have offices in the Corporate Sector?"
"Apparently so, Ma'am. But their headquarters appear to be on Eriadu"
The mystery kept growing. Eriadu had been a key commercial planet in the southern half of the galaxy, where the Rimma Trade Route and Hydian Way intersected. But when the South went into a state of lawless chaos, Eriadu went with it, losing much of its status, strength, wealth. The Empire, the Republic, and for a brief time, the Corellian Confederation had all worked hard to strengthen their southern borders, to combat the growing threat of piracy, smuggling, lawlessness. To hear of anything coming out of that region was surprising, and alarming.
And for Mara, the connection this company had to the disappearance of the Wheel, and to her wicked stepsisters was too great to be ignored. She could not allow them to continue operating in her name, not when they had Federation assets - and of course, more frightening, the Federation archives - at their disposal.
"Divert from the fleet a modified Corellian Freighter. it will require enhanced shields and weaponry and must be able to be piloted by a single individual."
"Ma'am?"
"That's an order"
The aid stepped out and Mara rose from her desk. Despite her current work, she knew she had to resolve this. But before she went off on another crusade, she would have to head back down to the surface.
To say goodbye to Riley.
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Denon
Deep Space
There was a loneliness that came with hyperspace - a ship in solitude, insulated from the galaxy of trillions by white and blue streaks of light. Even ships that traveled together were separated in hyperspace from each other.
Mara had gotten used to that solitude years ago. As an agent of PHAGE, she worked alone, and afterward, when she was running away, trying to discover more about herself, again, she traveled alone.
It all changed when she met Karen Winton, and they traveled together ... and then there was Riley, her ward of the last decade. Through her journeys, she had companionship, right onboard the same vessel as her. She and Riley, protected from the galaxy by hyperspace.
Now she was traveling alone - to protect Riley from that same galaxy, and from the unknown threats that seemed to still be manipulating behind the scenes.
Were these the vestiges, the legacy that Alexander Winton had left behind? The enemy, the puppetmaster in the shadows. And Mara again in solitude.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the proximity alarm and Mara pulled back on the hyperspace stick, feeling the deceleration and the safe beauty hyperspace streaks snapping into pin-pricks of stars.
Straight ahead of her, a large dreadnaught with a half-dozen cone-shaped protrusions, surrounded by multiple smaller ships.
The dreadnaught was corellian made, and had been outfitted with gravity well projectors. Her current location, the deep space near the planet of Denon. The most southernly planet of the former Corellian Confederation, and the last stop on the Hydian Way and Corellian Run before disappearing into the murky chaos of the southern galaxy. the dreadnaught and its fleet were there to prevent the threat of the south from riding the trade routes further north, leading to piracy in the Corellian Sector and further.
Every now and again, they were attacked, by pirates bolder than most, but always they held their ground, thanks to the fine engineering of Corellia.
The gravity well also allowed them to monitor all traffic in and out of the region
"Vessel, identify yourself"
Mara quickly provided her credentials - her new position as a Vice President of CEC had some weight - and waited for the reply.
"Miss Tacofer, your destination is unlisted"
"My destination is confidential"
"I'm afraid we cannot let you through without a destination"
"It's really none of your business"
"I'm sorry, Miss Tacofer but-"
"Listen, you have two choices. You can shoot down my vessel, and face the wrath of the CEC, or you can let me through, but either way, make your choice, or I'll make it for you"
Mara accelerated her ship, focusing on moving it past the dreadnaught and beyond the gravity well. Her monitor indicated that several starfighters were converging on her position and she accelerated further.
"Miss Tacofer"
"Time's up, captain. I've got work to do, and I'm not going to play politics with you"
Mara shot ahead, and suddenly found herself amidst a flurry of blue fire. So, apparently they were going with option 3 - not to let her go, not to shoot her down, but to detain her.
Mara put her shields on double rear, and diverted weapon power to the engines, then dipped below the horizon, outside the path of the current fire.
Still, she kept moving, letting her engines burn hot as she drew closer to the threshold. Several impacts as the shields were knocked, and then the sparks that reacted as a direct hit to her systems caused a power surge.
So close to the threshold, and she felt her speed dropping. Another direct hit, and she would be dead in the water. Already, her computer readings were off, but that couldn't stop her.
Mara cut engines entirely, relying on the momentum she already had, and crossing the line with power systems below 20%. Hyperdrive motivator activated, and she again found herself in the sanctum of hyperspace.
She let out a sigh as her vessel began the process of healing itself, shut down systems restarting, assessing damage, and recharging, at a slower pace than usual being in hyperspace. But she was safe, for as brief a time as she was here, she didn't have to worry.
Until she came out.
TBC
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Eriadu
Orbit
Mara's ship, fully powered if not at 100% capability, exited hyperspace around the world of Eriadu. In the past, it had been an industrial powerhouse, sacrificing some of its natural features to establish mass factories and output. It's location, on the intersection of several trade routes had kept it strong and prosperous until the southern collapse. The world had since then disappeared from the radar of most northern entities. The Republic, the Empire, the Confederation - no one dealt with them anymore, no one heard from them, and no one really cared to.
As a result, Mara did not know quite what to expect.
As her ship exited hyperspace, she quickly raised shields and ran a passive scan of the system, looking for any immediate threats. At the same time, she peered out the viewscreen at what lay before her.
Forming a ring around the planet was what could only be described as a junkyard - metal pieces of every shape and size, fragments of orbital facilities and ships. It was an orbital graveyard.
Between the orbital graveyard and the planet was an additional line of metal, though far more intact. This was comprised of what looked like dozens of orbital facilities, clearly still functional. Mara's scan showed that there were starfighter platforms, and even multiple Golan platforms, a small shipyard, and a variety of other facilities.
Outside of these rings, space was mostly empty, though she could see occasional craft appearing from hyperspace and moving toward the planet, flying (carefully) through the debris field before she lost sight of them. These craft, like the planet itself, seemed heavily armed, reinforced plating and added weaponry, making them look like scraps themselves.
Static on Mara's comm followed by a hail from the planet's defensive forces.
"State your name and purpose, or prepare to be fired upon"
Mara had debated long and hard as to how to identify herself on this trip. Being Mara Tacofer had some clout - up north. But she didn't know if she had any enemies here. On the other hand, identifying her as anything else, especially from the north, might get her booted or shot down right away.
"I am Mara Tacofer, Acting Director of the Trade Federation and Vice President of the Corellian Engineering Corp's Department of New Projects. I am here to meet with D.W. Inc."
More static
"Miss Tacofer, hold your position and await further instructions"
"Is it safe to hold my position?"
"Safe enough - you'll receive instructions shortly"
Mara was in their territory, and had to follow their rules. Keeping shields raised, she shut down engines and let her ship drift for several minutes before she received a reply. From the debris field, a large cargo vessel, previously undetected on Mara's scanners, appeared and began to approach, surrounded by a squad of generic fighters. The ship had been hiding in the field, and until it activated, had been indistinguishable from the other garbage. Mara wondered how much of the field was really 'dead.'
"Miss Tacofer, remain in your position - your vessel will be brought aboard the collector ship and transported directly to the waiting platform"
Before she could respond, the vessel had locked onto her own freighter with a tractor beam, and pulled it in to the opening maw of its cargo hold. Mara's ship was landed and the larger vessel turned, making its way back into the debris field.
She waited, staring out at the internal hold of the ship that had now taken her - guest or prisoner? - then began shutting down systems, grabbing her blaster, and making her way to the exit ramp.
Stepping out, she was met by six guards with generic gray uniforms, weapons were drawn and pointed. One of whom stepped forward.
"Your weapons please"
Mara wished she had left hers aboard the ship, reluctantly handing the weapons the officer. She calculated in her head how long it would take to down the six guards, but it wouldn't have gotten her where she needed to get - into the planet.
"Miss Tacofer, welcome to Eriadu"
"Not quite the warmest welcome"
"We need to take precautions. You didn't have clearance to be here, and even now, we cannot confirm who you are"
"So why are you letting me in?"
"We are taking you to processing for verification purposes. If you check out, you'll be released to your destination"
"if not?"
"If not, you will likely be detained until it is determined who you are, why you are here, and the best course of action."
"Could you not confirm who I am by speaking with D.W. Inc?"
"The company is well known here on Eriadu - or rather, it is a business we are aware of, and is properly registered. But they could not be reached, and they had not, as required, placed indication of any visitors"
"Quite the security you have here"
The officer smiled.
"If you are from the north, you really have no idea what's happened here. After we were abandoned from the Republic, from the Empire, Eriadu was in a constant state of attack. To the point where pirates would dress up as commercial vessels, then swoop in and raid us. Everything was falling apart, until the ruling council made a series of drastic, bold moves to protect Eriadu. We put vast resources into the planetary defense, using the destruction already brought on to form the scrap barrier. And we put in tight security controls to make sure only those authorized can reach the planet and the assets we have. Eriadu is secure now because of those steps, and has become one of the only bastions of stability in this region. We aren't going to compromise that for a northerner with a fancy title"
Mara nodded her head, when a beep was heard nearby.
"We've reached the processing station. Please come with us"
"My ship?"
"Will be kept secure. Please come with us"
Mara followed them out of the hold into an even larger holding station, then down a narrower corridor to a processing room.
"You will wait here"
Mara was left in a bare room with a chair and a small surveillance camera on the ceiling. She took a seat and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Her chronometer read about an hour before the door opened again, and in walked the officers, this time with another official, his own existing insignia marking him as some type of supervisor.
"Miss Tacofer"
His demeanor was already more friendly than the others, and he put out his hand to greet Mara. Mara rose from the seat, shaking his hand as she assessed.
"We have analyzed the data from your ship. Appears you come to Eriadu from Corellia by way of Denon"
"Correct"
"Quite a distance you've traveled. We have also verified your identification with D.W. Inc., and they confirmed your existence, some prior correspondence as an investor of the Trade Federation, and they have approved your transport to the planet."
"Will I be returned to my ship?"
"We've been asked to escort you down in one of our own vessels"
Mara felt the situation growing further out of her control. yes, she was apparently making progress meeting with her investors - whatever secrets they may hold - but at the moment, she had no reason to trust they weren't playing her, the planet as thugs in their own right.
"I'd prefer to fly my own vessel"
The man's smile, still present, became a bit colder.
"Your vessel is not cleared. You can either take it and leave, or you can come with us to the surface. Those are your options, Miss Tacofer."
Again, what choice did she have?
It was a half hour later she was aboard a landing transport, staring out the window, still under guard, unarmed, watching as the planet drew closer, still uncertain of what she was walking into. Or if she would ever walk out.
TBC
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Eriadu
Surface
The planet surface had clearly undergone mass industrialization. Where once there was forest and grass, sprawling cities and factories now lay in full splendor.
Mara was escorted through the streets of the city to a large skyscraper. But once inside the building, she was led, not upward in the building, but down.
In the turbolift, she watched as she descended a good thirty stories below the surface before finally coming out into a florescent-lit hallway and a door, reading D.W. Inc. on it.
The guards that had escorted her thus far held back at the turbolift.
"Are you coming with me?"
"We have orders only to help you to your destination. You can proceed from here."
Mara began walking, all the more uneasy now, moving to the door, listening as it hissed open, and stepping inside.
A fairly standard receptionist was there, smiling up at her.
"Miss Tacofer, I presume? We heard you were coming, please down this way"
Mara was led down another coridor and finally to a conference room where she was again made to wait (albeit offered refreshments this time).
Finally, a man stepped in.
"Miss Tacofer - this is quite a surprise. We don't normally get visits from our investments"
"I was surprised to learn a bit more about your investment - how you came to be such a strong shareholder"
"We took advantage of the situation, no doubt about it. But we've supported al of your endeavors"
Mara watched the man closely.
"I don't know much about D.W. Inc. Can you tell me about it?"
"We are an investment corporation, and we do fairly well"
"Secretive, unknown, based out of Eriadu. Is there more to it?"
"No Miss Tacofer. And I hope you didn't come all the way from Corellia just to ask those questions"
"What did the Trade Federation offer you?"
"Everything we could have possibly wanted."
"Such as?"
"I have two associates coming in just a minute - they'll be able to better answer your questions."
A minute later, the door hissed open, and Mara turned to see who was there - and found herself looking at herself.
"Hello, Infiltrator-01"
Mara reached down for the gun that wasn't there, then stood abruptly, grabbing the chair just as the look alike lifted up a weapon.
Blue light coursed through the air, blocked by the chair, which Mara subsequently tossed at her, knocking the weapon out of her hands.
The second infiltrator (or third, if you counted Mara) also pulled out a weapon and now Mara ducked behind another chair, kicking it at her.
Both look-alikes were disarmed now, and Mara jumped on the table, running forward and streamed for the door. But one of the look-alikes grabbed her leg, and twisted her downward, sending her to the floor. Mara jumped up, just as a foot was about to slam into her abdomen, and round-house kicked the look-alike, sending her to the floor, circling around and putting a fist in the first infiltrator.
A furious back and forth of hand-to-hand combat ensued, Mara finally grabbing the infiltrator by the shoulders, slamming her head into her, and then jump kicking her against the wall - just in time to feel an electrical burst coarse from her back into. She saw static first, and then it went black.
"Goodnight, Infiltrator-01"
TBC
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Unknown Location
Mara awoke with a start.
Normally, the time between Mara's waking state was filled with diagnostics and recharging, the 'dreams' a machine had when in a state of rest. Then there was the time, just over a decade ago, when her sleeping state was filled with real dreams, caused by the force connection in her body being activated, but that ended when, in her battle with Alexander Winton, he disabled that switch, cutting her off from the Force. Then she went back to the normal diagnostic routines.
This was different. After she went black, that's all there was - blackness. No diagnostics, no nothing.
And so when she awoke, it was as if no time had passed at all, though from her surroundings, she could see much had happened.
She was locked into upright restraints, her arms spread wide apart with cuffs around each wrist, legs tight together in a single cuff, metallic belt wrapped around torso and neck. She could not move. She tested the strength of the restraints, but found they wouldn't budge.
Her surroundings were just as impenetrable - complete darkness. Even when she activated her infrared scanners, they showed only static, rather than the normal gradations of heat.
"The dampening field will prevent you from getting any information - and the restraints were build with your exact make and model in mind. You aren't going anywhere, and you aren't going to find out anything about where you are"
The voice sounded familiar, but different - it wasn't her own voice, or the voice of her fellow infiltrators. But it was one close to what she had heard in the past. She began running a background search through her memory to match up the voice, and found, though her systems were sluggish from the dampening field, she could still review her own recollection, albeit at a slow rate. The voice was female in any event.
"You could tell me where I am, and with the restraints, I won't be able to do much about it"
"I can't be too cautious. You are, after all, quite a unique creation"
"Not so unique - there are other infiltrators"
"true. It's true, there are others built with the same specifications as you. But you managed to break from your original programming. You are unique, even compared to them. And that gave you quite an advantage. It took two of your sisters to overcome you by yourself. No, I think we'll keep you in the dark for now"
"Why keep me alive then?"
"Alive - interesting choice of words. But then again, if I am alive, why can't you be?"
That voice, so familiar, if she just would keep talking
"Still, why let me remain alive? If you can restrain me, can you not destroy me?"
"That remains to be seen. If you know anything about the GURI Project, it's that people who die can often be ... reborn. Phage, Alexander. I'd rather keep you imprisoned than kill you and risk having you free out in the galaxy, and aware of our existence."
Mara had no idea if she had the rejuvenating ability that Alexander Winton had, but she wasn't about to speculate her belief that she didn't. Not if it kept her alive.
"So why have me awake?"
"curiosity. I feel if I understand you, I can understand more about myself. I too am learning more about the GURI Project, with each passing day. And its key to immortality"
"You are Winton's successor?"
"In a way ... though I perceive another to be Alexander's successor. I'm just helping his experiment along"
She kept calling him 'Alexander,' as though she had known him, personally. But most of the people who interacted with him were dead ...
"Why would I give you information?"
"Because you'll have no choice in the matter. Unfortunately, you need to be awake for us to break into your systems. Apparently, you have quite the fail-safe systems."
Mara was alarmed at the idea of being 'hacked', but detected no signs of intrusion. While still trying to match that voice, she also began running a diagnostic, looking for viruses, or other intrusions.
"We are able to monitor your systems though. you won't find anything in a scan. We haven't done anything, yet. You'll know it when it happens. And I'll take great pleasure watching your dismay when it does, and there's nothing you can do."
Mara pulled in vain at the restraints, and the woman laughed.
"This should be a fun little experiment, Infiltrator 01"
"That's an old name. i've changed it"
"Several times. Mara Anna Gellar Tacofer. You lose points for lack of originality"
The voice was someone she met recently, within the last year or so, and only interacted with briefly. Rutherford... Celeste... no ...
"You could just ask me, you know. I don't plan on keeping everything a secret"
It was one of the jedi ... Nevylinn? No, Nevylinn wouldn't keep her imprisoned ...
"Who are you?"
A light went on, sharp contrast to the darkness that had been there before. Mara was in a steel room, unremarkable save for her restraints.
And in front of her, was Nevylinn - but not Nevylinn. Identical in facial features, but this woman before her looked like a deformed version of Nevylinn. Whereas Nevylinn had color in her skin, this woman's skin was a grayish color, her eyes were black, her garb was dark, and her face severe. She looked almost like she was in pain.
"I am Adubell"
TBC
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Unknown Location
Apparently, part of 'hacking' into Mara's systems was subjecting her to as much strain as possible.
For a human, it would have been torture. For Mara, it was almost as bad.
Adubell at first had struck Mara. Sometimes with a fist or a leg, sometimes with a heavy object, sometimes with Force lightning. Her clothes were in tatters, her flesh was bruised. She had been able to reduce the pain sensors, but Adubell was finding ingenius ways of making her suffer.
"What game shall we play today?"
Mara had gotten used to the question, how her suffering would begin each morning - if it was morning. Mara's internal clock was able to track the time to a certain extent, but she had no way of knowing if she was working properly. Her internal security mechanisms were being checked constantly, to be sure they remained intact.
Adubell would question her about her origins, her original specifications, the first time she made a decision NOT programmed by Phage or Medivh or Alexander, or even the philosophical question of if she ever really had.
Then the brutality. With nonchalance, Adubell would send deadly bolts of lightning into Mara's body, even as she asked the questions, Mara unable to do much but let it happen.
"I have a new game for you, Infiltrator. Today we'll try something different. I'm going to let you fight back"
With a wave of Adubell's hand, the restraintrs released, and Mara crashed to the floor, not ready for the change of position. She moved into a crouching position, saying nothing and eyeing Adubell warily.
"Well, all these days, I've done my work on you, but I've always wondered how it was you were able to fight Alexander, a far superior being"
It was times like this that Mara got the most insight into her captor. References to Alexander Winton were as close to personal for Adubell as Mara had seen. She could see Adubell's dark eyes glinting, her fingers twitching, ready to do their worst.
"He was over confident"
Adubell nodded her head "i can believe that. He thought himself invincible - but in one on one combat, he should have had the upper hand"
"How do you know he didn't?"
"Because you are alive and he is not. I'm curious to see how you can hold your own. Come on, stand up. Let me see what you can do"
Mara had little intention of playing the game. She knew, for certain, a fight with Adubell would not result in her escaping, it was just another game. But Adubell wasn't waiting for Mara to acquiesce. She ran forward and slammed her foot into Mara's face, sending her careening back against the wall.
"pitiful. Worse than Dahlia"
Mara heard it. She remembered the news - Dahlia Winton had been captured by a dark jedi, the news had confirmed it. But that person was supposedly dead - yet here she was, apparently.
How was she connected to Alexander and Dahlia?
Again, no time to think, as another roundhouse kickcame at her. This time, Mara's survivalist programming instinct kicked into gear, and her hand went up, grabbing Adubell's foot before impact, and spinning her around. Adubell was surprised, but recovered quickly, taking a step back and grinning.
"So you do have some fighter instinct. I knew it was there. Come on now. Let's see what you got"
Adubell advanced again, and this time, Mara took a more active role in the sparring match, blocking and returning, managing to strike adubell herself a few times - but every time she got close to a real hit, something that would knock Adubel down or out, Adubell suddenly hit her with the Force - a dash of lightning, a heavy shove, and Mara was again on the defensive.
Over and over again, Mara attached and was pushed back, weakening as Adubell held her own.
Finally, Adubell waved her hands.
"I tire of this game. You bore me, Infiltrator"
Her arm went up and Mara, like a rag doll was lifted up and pushed back into her restraints.
"See you tomorrow"
Adubell walked away, and Mara was again left alone, the worse for the wear.
TBC
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Unknown Location
It was only a matter of time before Mara's security protocols would break down under the onslaught of Adubell's constant attacks.
As the saying goes, any machine can be hacked - all it takes is time.
But Mara was in no position to prevent it. Her days consisted of being held to the wall by restraints, or fighting Adubell, who always made sure she would win. How HAD she beaten Alexander Winton, but not Adubell? The answer was simple. She hadn't. Mara had held her own, briefly against Winton because at the time, she ALSO had the Force on her side, and was more used to the abilities of the mechanical body than Winton had been. She had stopped him, but he was able to "regenerate" and finally took that connection to the Force away from her. She would have lost, been destroyed - but Dementat stepped in at that moment, fresh and energized with a rage that allowed him to hold Winton back - not destroy him, but hold him back - until Centerpoint destroyed itself.
Adubell HADN'T beaten Winton. He had beaten himself.
That was the thought that was occurring to her when Adubell released her from her confinement that day. When the enemy is stronger, they are also their own biggest threat. Hadn't the same been true of other powerful rulers? Emperor Palpatine, PHAGE - all had finally fallen under their own devices. And Adubell, though cautious and powerful, had her own bit of arrogance, no doubt encouraged by her constantly winning these battles.
1 on 1, Mara didn't seem to have the ability to face her, and so Mara instead turned and ran in the opposite direction.
"There's no where to run, Infiltrator. We are in an enclosed room, and there's no way for you to get out"
If Adubell could get IN than there was a way OUT, and a few seconds later she saw in the dim lighting the blast door that Adubell no doubt had entered through. That small victory was short lived as she felt the sting of Force lightning on her back, and then saw herself thrown in the opposite direction.
"I didn't realize machines could be cowards. Running away like that. I think you might need to be punished"
A soft hum, and then a red illumination, Adubell's face lit up by the lightsaber she had just ignited.
"Even if we can't destroy you, it seems unnecessary to keep you intact"
Mara eyed the saber and began backing away slowly, Adubell's face contorting into a fiendish smile.
Mara turned and ran to the opposite side of the room, the hum of the lightsaber close at hand. Then just as she reached a corner she spun around, kicking a leg off the wall and sending herself over Adubell's head, coming up behind her. Adubell hadn't (thank goodness) expected that, and Mara had a second to slam her arm into Adubell's backside, throwing the sith off balance, then knocking the saber from her arm, watching it fall to the floor and extinguish.
By now, Adubell had recovered, and Mara felt the force push send her slamming into the wall. her internal sensors, scrambled and fogged by the dampeners in the room suddenly clicked, and she could sense a rare glimpse of what lay beyond the durasteel.
A gas pipe.
Mara watched as the saber was reignited, Adubell's smile gone as she stalked closer to where Mara stood. Mara felt herself lifted above the floor, Adubell's one hand out as if to choke her. She could feel her neck constricting. Thank goodness breathing wasn't a necessity.
Now it was Mara's turn for a quip.
"You seem a bit frustrated. What, can't handle one little droid?" She even added a smile.
"I'll show you how I handle little droids" There was no fun, no humor in her voice. Mara's body flew away from the wall, then slammed back into it, hard, and she could feel the dent in the metal. She was pinned there as Adubell drew closer, the red blade shining, lifted high, ready to swipe.
Mara twitched her leg - apparently Adubell's grip was on her neck and upper torso. Good. Her leg kicked out, knocking the saber into the air, and causing Adubell to stumble back. Mara felt herself fall to the ground, landing on her back, reaching out and grabbing the saber by its handle, then slamming the ignited blade into the wall.
Despite the durasteel, it cut through, the smell of molten metal filling the air around them. Mara sliced the blade upward - and as she did so, she could feel the Force pulling the weapon away, back toward Adubell, who was on her feet.
"Wretched machine..."
As the blade pulled away from Mara, the smell of gas mixed with the molten metal, Mara ducking down as an instant later, a plume of fire burst from the hole she had just created, shooting out toward Adubell, who let out a horrid scream as she was engulfed in flame.
Mara could hear the explosion expanding out, through the pipes, the room buckling and then beginning to collapse - metal walls curving inward with loud screaches, and then the wall and ceiling caving in over Mara. Mara could now see the fire - and what lay beyond. Outside of her cell of the last months, a massive cave. Mara glanced behind her, where Adubell's screams had finally stopped. Instead, she could see the sith was slowly rising, a deformed version of herself. Adubell's eyes met Mara's for just a second - enough to see that death was in store - when the rest of the room collapsed around them, Adubell disappearing beneath the rubble, and Mara barely eeking out her own escape, her leg getting smashed by falling debris. This time she didn't look back. With an injured leg, she pulled herself over the remains of the wall and began wandering in the darkness beyond, knowing this was her one and only chance of escape.
TBC
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Unknown Location
The darkness seemed to last forever. Longer still as Mara limped along, suffering from the droid-torture she had gone through these past few months. Her internal sensors were still in disarray, a biproduct of being dampened for months on end. And the explosion and collapse of her cell - though a lucky break - had left her with other problems. She could feel it now, as she ran from her captors. Something wasn't right.
Flash - Mara stumbled to the ground as a visual broke through the darkness. A dark, metallic figure with crimson glowing eyes stalking around the wreckage of a large behemoth of a ship. In one black hand, it holds an electrostaff, the only light in the darkness coming from the faint electricity it casts off, reflecting on black metal.
Flash - PHAGE, fighting one-on-one against Valerie Gellar, murdering her, and then being murdered by Mara.
These same visions had haunted her some eleven years ago, when she had first ran away from Corellia, away from the Confederation. Back then, she had been damaged severely, was losing much needed battery power, and had been, like now, on the run from an enemy fully aware of her strengths and weaknesses.
"TRAITOR" - she had been called that by many times, by Phage above all else. The being beneath the exterior.
"Infiltrator 01" - the voice, like Phage's but like Nevylinn's. dark and inhuman like Phage, but born from the same blood as Nevylinn. Adubell was the newest abomination, a mix of things that never belonged together.
Mara kept running, with each flash, disoriented again, running in the darkness. She had to get out, before she was caught. Before whatever was happening inside her exploited her. Made her too weak, too vulnerable to fight off the enemy.
Too long she had been running.
She fell against a boulder, managing to creep into a crevice before falling down, suffering from an exhaustion a droid should not .
"The Force runs through only living things, but it was our goal to make it run through something that was artificially created. "
Medivh had said that to them. To her and to Karen, 11 years ago. It revealed to Mara a power locked inside her, dormant,a part of her prototype design
Could there be anything more powerful, more terrifying than an immortal being with the power of the Force by his side?"
Mara had seen it first hand. She herself gifted, but unable to face Alexander Winton, stronger with the Force and his droid strength and immortality. And now it existed again, in Adubell. Adubell, a droid with the Force, defying science.
But if Mara was again having flashbacks, the way she had before, it could mean, she hoped, that the gift that she had, at first dormant, then revealed, and then destroyed by Winton - was not actually destroyed.
That Mara had somehow, once again, been given the gift of the Force. If only she could activate it. Trigger it.
Maybe then she could fight Adubell. Adubell who was stronger, more calculating, more dangerous.
Mara's eyes opened. She knew it was there, just beyond her reach. That power that connected her to Karen and even to Alexander. She knew that she could regain it, train again, use it to protect those she loved, to defeat Adubell.
if she managed to escape the abyss.
TBC
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Unknown Location
It was a blip in the recesses of her mind, one that was both good and bad.
Good, in that her sensors were actually starting to pick up something, finally coming out of their dampened stupor. Bad because they were picking up SOMETHING.
It wasn't human, and it was coming closer. Her sensors showed it to be alive. At first, she feared it was Adubell, but the creature's gait, stance - all of it was to monstrous (even though Adubell was nothing if not a monster in her own right). Mara hid behind a rock, as her sensors defined the creature more clearly, moving forward with an odd shuffle in its walk. Optical sensors finally picked out the being, and her face became grim.
It was one of the same creatures they had encountered when saving the children from Korriban. An ugly being she had seen was as vicious as it was ruthless. Perfect for working with Adubell.
Mara watched it come closer, apparently oblivious to her presence - but then again, she didn't know what it was capable of, either in terms of deception, or its sensory abilities. She crouched a bit more as it came close, slowly passing by her crevice, still paying her no mind.
Mara's foot touched a loose rock, and there was a sort of soft crumpling sound as dirt scattered. The creature turned to face her, and Mara knew that now it had seen her.
As it's mouth opened wide, Mara leaped forward, landing on the being. From it's maw, it let out an ear piercing shrill scream, for just a half a second, before Mara twisted its head and ended its life.
Then she listened, the echo of the cry bouncing off the cavernous walls. So much for hiding. Mara briefly searched the creature, finding on its belt a small vibro knife. It was something, and she grabbed it, sliding the creature into the crevice she had been in, and running now, again, waiting for the pursuit to continue.
TBC
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Unknown Location
She had been hunted now for what seemed like an eternity.
After the creature had let out its cry, Mara moved as quickly as she could. Not too soon, apparently - she heard the scampering of more creatures in the distance behind her. She couldn't tell precisely how many - her sensors were still diminished. It could have been two or three that were closer than she though - or far away and be several dozen.
Neither option was appealing to her right now. At least they hadn't let out another shriek, so it's possible she hadn't been found. And as a machine, she didn't have the bio-scent that usually made it easy to track prey down.
Here she was again, prey. History repeats itself again. History repeats itself again.
She knew she had to escape, but that also meant having a sense of where to go. the caves were huge, and the way out was indeterminate, and her scanners were not helpful at all.
But if she was right, she had something else.
She remembered being on Hesperedium, with Karen, when Karen was tutoring her in the ways of the force. She could reach out and sense things even her computer systems could not - could feel individuals in a way beyond normal boundaries.
Mara closed her eyes and tried to focus. Tried to focus on the dreams that kept flashing through her thoughts, the source of their energy, the trigger. It was there, still buried, hard to reach.
FLASH ...
It felt like she was flying out of her body, high toward the ceiling of the cave - only it wasn't dark anymore, lit by some unknown source, she could see around herself, behind her, dozens of the creatures hunting for the elusive prey. It panned further, and she could see the paths, the ways the tunnels merged and separated. a way out. But then she saw a brighter spot, one much more illuminated than anything else. Drawn to it, she could feel a presence, menacing. There was a pounding sound, almost like the beat of a heavy ancient war drum, and hissing.
Then voices
"The unalive one ... your arrogance let her escape"
"No! That's not what -"
"Silence! Your games cannot continue, Adubell. Not if we are to succeed. And she is stronger now"
Mara's thoughts drew closer until she could see it. Adubell standing in a room, filled with shadows. She herself looked like a hideous version of her previously hideous self. grayish skin had burn marks.
But who was she speaking to.
Suddenly, Adubell's head turned upward, eyes looking straight at Mara, voice venomous
"Who is watching us?"
FLASH
Mara blinked as she fell back into herself. If Adubell had 'sensed' her - the way Karen said was possible, than she had just revealed herself, and her apparent abilities. And after testing the ability, for the first time in a decade, she felt weaker than ever.
She heard the shuffling behind her, and knew. They might not know her exact location, but they had been redirected in her direction. Mara, worse than ever, began to run, finally toward the way out.
TBC
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Unknown Location
There was a steady drum-like beat of feet, no matter where she was going, or trying to hide. Confrontation seemed inevitable, but had to be avoided. She was growing weaker, and even if she could beat off a few of the horrific creatures, it would slow her down, and she would be overrun by the horde.
So she kept moving, rock to rock, shadow to shadow, trying to use as little energy as possible, making her way to the way she had found, leading out. they had it guarded, but she slipped by, just barely, hearing their gravely voices, barely understanding. Words about 'the unalive one' and being cautious. Luckily she avoided any close encounters with either Adubell or her 'sisters' here in these caves.
The air was getting lighter, and an occasional draft indicated she was drawing closer to the surface. Finally she found herself in a room that was useful.
The path had narrowed to just a tunnel, then the ceiling and walls seemed to fall away to another vast chamber. Dim light was visible reflecting off the stones, meaning light was entering the chamber from somewhere.
And there, landed in rows, were a wide assortment of ships, mostly starfighters, including X-wings, Y-Wing, TIE fighters, headhunters, and an assortment of uglies with odd combinations. The number of enemy was higher here, but with luck she could reach a ship.
Slinking along, Mara made her way past the first row of uglies, ducking around ships to avoid being seen. Her choice had to be careful. She needed a ship she knew had a hyperdrive - there would be no second chances here. That left out the uglies and TIES. Her best bet was one of the X-Wings and she finally made herself to the base of one. The hatch was locked, and the external open was out of reach.
Praying silently she crouched low, then sprung into the air, landing on the wing of the X-wing with a heavy thud.
audible sounds of creatures coming to investigate the noise, she rolled to the center of the ship and lay flat on her belly, reaching forward until the latch was within reach. Then she waited.
For several minutes, she heard the creatures searching the ground below, mere meters away from where she lay. they moved to a few other ships, further down, and she knew this would be her opportunity, grabbing the latch, and hearing the soft hiss as the cockpit opened.
She didn't wait a moment longer, hopping around the hatch and sliding into the seat, pulling the hatch back down as she landed and triggered the warm up sequence.
The vessel was making noise now - she was going to be noticed, and indeed, she could see in the dim lighting the creatures beginning to surround the vessel, screaming at her, calling for reinforcements. Already she was thinking this was a mistake, the creatures grabbing on to the ship's legs, attempting to climb and reach her - several were starting to use each other to reach the wings, much like insects climb, and she saw their hands reach the s-foils.
the lights in the cockpit finally lit up, and without waiting for more, Mara pressed forward thrusters, knocking a handful of the creatures loose from the ship. She then reversed thrusters, knocking the still landed ship into the crowd of them.
She could feel strain on the landing gear, moving before they were supposed to, waiting for the ship to be ready to gain altitude. She saw creatures scrambling away, watched several beginning to grab some type of netting to throw over the ship.
Mara nudged the vessel forward, tapping several other small fighters and shoving them out of the way, in time to avoid her ship getting caught.
She could see several of the creatures climbing some of the columns, reaching from bottom to top of the caves - and then launching from stalactite to stalactite, closer and closer to her.
come on, start working stupid ship.
The engines gave a hum, just as two of the creatures landed on the hatch, beginning to slam into it with their hands and knives. Mara tried shaking them off, but their were holding on tight, several others getting closer.
now or never.
Landing gear was lifted and the ship went in the air, slamming the tips of several stalactites before Mara evened it out, the two creatures still hanging on even as she picked up speed. Mara looked over their bodies at the cave beyond. there was the entrance, the way out - she hoped. But the creatures were starting to impact the hatch, a small, hairline crack could be seen. Mara flipped the vessel in a barrel roll, then a second time, watching as one of the creatures fell to the surface below. The last one of them was holding on, one arm grasping a metal seam of the ship, the other reaching up to again hit the weakened point of the cockpit hatch.
"You just don't know how to quit, do you?"
Mara did another barrel roll, then flipped directions, then finally brought the ship up, letting the cockpit scrape against a low hanging stalactite - and scrape the creature away with it.
The ship was in poorer condition then when she took off, but she was alone, and determined to be free.
fighters were starting to be powered up behind her as the ship burst from the cave into the open sunlight, a dry dessert world.
She started to have the ship climb, higher and higher, recognizing parts of the terrain.
"Korriban"
How she had been moved from Eriadu to Korriban without being noticed, or stopped at the sector borders, she was uncertain. But she knew she had to get out of here. As she got higher, she could see a large spherical object hovering in space, answering a key question of hers.
There was the Wheel - or what had been the Wheel. Mara recognized its tubular shapes and extensions, and the axis that included the executive suite and the main trading chamber. But hundreds of construction droids were all over the ship, and making modifications to its external (and apparently internal) structure.
The Wheel was at Korriban, and apparently, under the control of Adubell. Korriban, despite its location in Republic space, always seemed to elude the Republic. They avoided it, claiming it both barren of any value, and at the same time, haunted.
Haunted, no doubt, but it was now being used for some nefarious purpose, though what exactly, Mara could not be certain.
She began plotting a course for home - or rather, Corellia, which was Riley's home, even if it wasn't truly hers. Then she thought about the repercussions.
Going back would mean defeat. Her look alikes - if they haven't already taken her place in the months she was gone - could do so at any time. No one would be the wiser. And she hadn't gotten the answers she needed.
She needed to find out what Adubell was planning
She needed to find out how she could defeat Adubell, who was stronger than her and might, like Alexander Winton, be able to take away her rekindled connection to the Force
She needed to find out what they were doing with the Wheel - and why they had that high ownership of the Trade Federation, and now CEC.
She readjusted her nav coordinates, setting them for a different location altogether. A place that had yielded answers before, and may, hopefully, yield some new answers now.
Ord Radama.
Her ship was in space now, moving away from the construction on the Wheel, away from the planet, and the security and the monsters and Adubell, and she activated the ships comm signal, sufficiently long range to make the connection.
On the monitor in front of her, Della's face appeared.
"Yes, this is Della Avers ... Mara? Is that you?"
Mara was still weak - she needed to make repairs, but no doubt, she looked awful.
"Della, I need you to do something for me"
"Mara, where are you? where have you been?"
"There's no time for that Della - you need to do something for me."
She paused, closing her eyes, then staring straight at the screen.
"you need to tell everyone I'm dead"
"What"
"everyone - tell the CEC director, tell the governor. Tell the news. Tell Riley. If anyone ever sees my face again, they'll know its an imposter. If you ever see me, or hear from me again, it won't be me - it will be one of the others. Don't listen to what it says. Kill it if you can."
"Where are you going? what are you doing?"
"I'm looking for answers Della. But as far as you are concerned - as far as the galaxy is concerned - I'm dead."
Before Della could say anything else, Mara cut off the comm.
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Ord Radama
While Mara and Karen duked it out with Phage, Two other mechanized beings faced against each other. One, a grotesque figure. The formerly perfect visage of Alexander Winton in his prime damaged by his fight with the forcefield, melted flesh and metallic skeleton peaked through. The other, also an image in his prime, but unmarred - and not physical, just an image on a screen. Medivh did not like intruders, and though his fortress had been virtually impenetrable in its prime, and it was still formidable now, decline, decay, and Winton's own ruthless ingenuity had allowed him access to the inner sanctum. Where Medivh's wealth of knowledge, and stores of network connections lay. Protected until now.
"Alexander, you have no right to be here"
As if it mattered, but he had to break the ice somehow.
"Not any more than you had a right to meddle with my droid armies."
Medivh's screen image displayed no surprise.
"How long did you think you could hide from me? That you were still up-and-running? Still functional, and still weaving yourself into galactic affairs."
"That's not what it was about"
"Oh, of course not. Not Medivh Guldon, The Viceroy who grew a heart and a conscience after his biological one failed him. How pretentious. How self-righteous. You are no better than me, Medivh"
"I didn't arrange for my children to fight each other to the death"
"No? Really? You didn't have your pretty replica kill Phage?"
"Phage was just a machine"
"So are you. So am I. What we are built of isn't what defines who we are. Wasn't it you who taught me that?"
"Phage was a failed experiment that needed to be destroyed to save others. He never reached the potential he was meant to."
"Neither did Alexia. Neither did Karen. Honestly, at this point, it doesn't matter which one ended on top. I will be all that is left of the Winton family. All that is left of the Phage construct. The strongest there is in both droid and jedi. Even you cannot stop me, Medivh. Your meddlesome abilities are not what they once were. Your genius is limited"
Medivh's frowned turned to a smile for a moment
"And you were just a hack. Never able to do it yourself. Always needing lackies"
Winton raised his arm, blaster pointed at the screen and firing a shot. It flickered off of another forcefield, protecting the screen, slamming into the wall.
"Nice shot"
"Just target practice. Anyhow, I'm afraid I cannot stay much longer. the fireworks are starting. I just came to take what is mine"
"Nothing is yours, Alex. You are just a very good thief"
Winton smiled
"With a galaxy of gullible fools, it is the cunning thief that always wins"
"Not today, Alex"
There was a sudden beeping. Then another, then another, until there was a chorus of beeps. flashes of red lights flickered.
"Until next time, Alex"
Boom - the entire chamber was rocked by explosion after explosion, computer equipment, metal, flesh, duracrete, durasteel, all flying everywhere. The explosions continued up, through the turbolift, to the antechamber, into the hallway, consuming everything inside the complex, caving in, leaving a crater and charred rubble, leaving not a being or a single electrical circuit functional, or alive.
Ord Radama
Getting to Ord Radama had been harder than Mara expected. The gravity well nets donated and purchased from the Trade Federation was causing much of the interstellar travel, from outside the Republic to within, to be heavily guarded. Mara knew that, but now she found that several checkpoints had been established within the territory itself. Someone was trying to stifle travel, it seemed. She had managed to evade the sentries, but the trip was made significantly longer as a result.
Mara had used the journey to make what repairs she could. Her batteries were no longer draining the way they had been, thank goodness, but they still needed to be replaced, and she had various repair work to do on herself.
Hopefully, Ord Radama would be a place where she could do that, to have the solitude and resources to figure out her next move. Once, the Republic had put a thriving city here, but now, it seemed as though the world was forgotten, much of the massive jungle had grown back, hiding what had been there. And who.
As Mara's fighter made its way to the surface, she felt the sudden discomfort she felt when she came here with Karen, more than a decade ago. A feeling of void she hadn't understood at the time. It was a good sign to her. That void was the disappearance of the Force - it meant, the ysalamiri creatures that Medivh had imported here were still alive. That was probably the best she could hope for. She knew that Alexander Winton had destroyed the facility here - or rather, that Medivh had destroyed it to keep Winton from getting to it.
Still, she hoped there was SOMETHING left here for her.
The ship landed and she stepped out, already seeing the vast crater. The local flaura and fauna had overrun what remained of the facility, the vines and leaves crunching beneath her feet as she began to descend. The crater itself started fairly shallow reminding Mara of the slow slope to the area beneath the ground. Around her, she could see the rusting remains of the metallic outer structure. that had been here.
Then the crater dropped suddenly. Mara could still see in her memory files the turbolift shaft that went down hundreds of meters to the ever more secure compound below. The explosion had caused the entire ground above the compound to collapse down and in, burying what lay below. The decade of decay that followed certainly would have helped hide what had been there before. Mara was still hoping.
She made her way, carefully, to the lowest portion of the depression, looking around for some sign, a way in or down. The day grew hotter, and muggier, and she was thankful that the bugs that buzzed around were not that interested in the artificial lifeform that she was. Sentient life and sensors couldn't tell the difference between her and a human, but somehow insects managed to make the distinction.
It was hours that passed with no sign of success. She began making her way back to the shuttle, already trying to formulate her next move, when she stepped in a soft clod of dirt - and hit something solid, and metal. Mara could see nothing, but she bent down and began digging into the earth with her hands. Just an inch or so down, she found a metal grating, only about 2/3 of a meter in diameter. But beneath the grating was a shaft, leading down into darkness. Mara looked up, quickly scanning the high border of the crater she was in. She was standing about thirty meters beneath the ground level, meaning if the shaft went down to the bottom, there was still a ways to go. Mara dug for a few minutes around the grating, again, with her hands. The grate was not flush against any other surface - apparently, the shaft was sticking up out of whatever ground or ceiling there was. The shaft itself was too narrow for a turbolift - barely wide enough for a person to squeeze through. There was also no way of knowing just how far down it went, or if there was anythign worth seeing at the bottom.
So Mara did the only thing she could to find out for herself. Carefully, she pried the grating off of the tube and set it aside. The movement of metal on metal as she slid the grate off the shaft caused an echo down into the tube itself - a good sign. Mara then swung her legs over the edge, and jumped.
TBC
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Ord Radama
The air rushed over her as she dropped down, the sky above disappearing as the darkness grew and grew. Mara kept her body tight, but even so, she bounced off of the sides of the narrow shaft several times. internal sensors began to chime, indicating approaching the ground at high velocity. Mara spread her feet and arms wide, pressing them against the shaft now, slowing herself until she came to a complete stop. Normal optical sensors weren't working down here, but Mara had eyes that could see in the dark. At least, that is what she was counting on.
She hopped down the last few feet, landing on a pile of rubble. The shaft was still narrow, and it was hard to navigate, but she used her foot to feel around, kicking at various points until she found the give - then kicking harder.
A metal grate came loose, and Mara slid her way out to look around. Needless to say, it was quite depressing. She was in what had once been a computer support room. Whereas Medivh had the interface, with all the monitors and screens and controls elsewhere, the core of his computer systems were hidden away behind walls, helping both with his aesthetics and security. The shaft Mara had found had once been a ventillation shaft, helping to let cool air down to the chamber, and releasing hot air produced by hundred of computer processors functioning. It was likely that there were several such shafts, at least originally, and that when the chamber was functioning, they were as securely protected as the main entrance.
Now though, it appeared nothing was working. While Mara could see the racks with central processing units, they were bent out of shape, the CPUs were equally decrepid looking, the ceiling appeared to have collapsed most of the way. The main chamber had been the focal point of the blast, but even back here, far away from it all, the effects still had been decimating. Exactly what Medivh had wanted. Clearly, his self-destruct had been designed to make sure no one would gain access to his wealth of knowledge. The exact knowledge that Mara was now trying to tap into. her one hope was that even if systems were down, she could somehow extract the data from within the machines, and decode it into her own systems. A longshot, but necessary. She had to know how the technology used to create her - and Alexander, and Adubell - worked. So she could better control her own systems, and defeat Adubell.
Carefully, she moved about, hoping her movements wouldn't cause the whole chamber to collapse. She might survive the event, but it would leave her buried alive hundreds of meters below the surface. Not a great way to spend eternity.
She passed each unit, scanning for its connections to the greater network, seeing if anything at all was still active, could lead her in another direction. Row after row after row, for hours on end, slowly but surely becoming discouraged. Had she come all this way for nothing. Finally, she reached the end of the rows, glancing around for something that would be helpful. Here, she could actually see how the wall was crumbled. the sad last moments of Medivh. Perhaps his most noble too. She wondered if it was easier or harder for someone who was immortal to sacrifice their life.
Then she realized that she herself was the same - she could, potentially, live forever. Did that make her life worth more or less? She was about to turn around and head back the way she came when she noticed a small cleft in the wall. She had earlier thought it was part of the damage of the explosion, but now it appeared carved out, rather than blown out. she moved over to the cleft and ran her hand along the contours, feeling through the dirt until she felt a switch.
Pressing the switch, she heard a soft rumble, and a moment later, the cleft began to widen, a compartment opening at its rear, revealing a box, about a quarter meter in height and width. Mara tentatively grabbed the box, bringing it close to her.
There was writing on the top, barely noticeable even to Mara's enhanced sensors.
"To my daughter"
Mara ran her fingers along the letters, ever so slightly etched into the metallic box. As she did so, the box began to hum, the letters beginning to cast a dim glow, and a metallic voice speaking out.
"Identitfy confirmation .... state your name and designation"
Mara wasn't quite sure, but relied on her instincts.
"Mara Anna Gellar, Infiltrator 01"
"Processing information ... voice analysis ... fingerprint signature analysis ... identity confirmed"
With a hiss, the top of the box sprung open. Inside, protected by the box, the chamber, the cleft in the wall, and the rest of this room - was a single datapad, already activating as Mara grabbed it.
The screen lit up, and there was the face of Medivh, his youthful self.
"Medivh! you are alive"
But the datapad did not respond to the statement. Instead, Mara watched the prerecorded message.
"Mara - if you are seeing this message, it means two things. One, I am no longer alive. By that, I mean, I shall never be a conscious, sentient being again. Either I was destroyed, or I self-destructed to protect the information in my possession. Two, it means you were able, despite my demise, to find your way to this single gift I left for you. I do not know how you found it, what led you to look, or how long it has been since I've been gone. But know that I left this for you.
For so long, you have been seeking answers. How you came to exist as a living being. How your programming was designed. How we integrated certain properties of the Force into your design. And perhaps, if you are facing off against your enemies, how to undo that which was created. I could not provide you with that information when we last met - time was imminent, and there was a risk it would be taken from you, fall into the wrong hands. I hope that things are better now, or that this information will provide you what you seek.
In this datapad, are key components of the GURI Project. It explains how our research began, how we learned about the legacy gene, and how we developed Phage and yourself. With this knowledge, you will have the ability to create life from nothing, create immortality from death, and create connections with the Force where impossible. Protect this information with everything you have. It includes the piece of the puzzle that Alexander was missing. It cannot fall into the wrong hands.
The information is heavily encrypted, and will take even you time to decrypt it. there is one file that is unencrypted - a research file by a professor of cyber-genetic theory from the Pinnix University. He is the last surviving member of the team that started the GURI project. Seek him out, and he will help you.
Goodbye my daughter, and good luck."
Medivh's face disappeared, and in its place, the screen began to scroll unreadable information, finally stopping at a paragraph that was easy to read:
"Breaking the Rules: There have been two long-standing principles of existence. One, that no one can live forever, including the jedi. Two, that the Force cannot be channeled through cybernetics (which is why, for example, Darth Vader could not use Force Lightning). However, new finds of a biological enzyme bring those principles into doubt. ..."
Mara read the sentence, feeling a strange feeling of satisfaction, even excitement. Here were answers she had been waiting for! She nodded her head, looking over at the box, and glancing around the room.
"Thank you, Medivh"
She carefully placed the datapad in her jumpsuit and began making her way back to the shaft, preparing for the long climb to the surface.
TBC
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Ord Radama
Professor Joel Braithwaite had been a professor at Pinnix University, located on Bilbringi. The world, known for its metal resources and shipyard/industrial work also was home to several research facilities, including Pinnix. Pinnix University was known as a major center of engineering and mechanical design, and Braithwaite led a particular area of study, on the interactions of cybernetics and biology. he had written several well-known papers on artificial limbs and how they compare to real limbs with regard to functionality and connection with the main body.
He also co-wrote several papers on the ethics of a human replica droid (HRD) being given rights similar to that of another human. In several, he referred to Guri, the HRD lieutenant of the Black Sun organization under Prince Xizor, sometime before the fall of the Empire.
His research was extensive on cognitive function, and he had developed a mental enhancement chip that could be embedded in the brain and record inputs from eyes and ears, allowing for increased memory. Most of his practical work was prototype only, and too expensive for marketing, not to mention the possible moral implications.
While visiting the Corporate Sector to conduct research on bio-mechanical interactions, he discovered an enzyme with unique properties. It's makeup allowed it to generate magnetic fields, that in turn, could send an electronic signal. Further analysis of the enzyme, found that if tapped into correctly, the enzyme would allow duplication of cellular function, including neural activity, into computer signals. With the proper computing power, that enzyme could allow the full duplication of the human brain, including the continued ability for natural brain function - that is, not just knowledge, but personality, the ability to learn, emotion, etc. More remarkably, he found that because the enzyme was biological, notwithstanding its interactive abilities with machines, midichlorians were able to exist in that environment, at least for a short time.
The study of the enzyme led to his last paper, which he titled "Breaking the Rules," which challenged preconceived notions on how biology is created and destroyed. In the paper, he discussed how the enzyme was recessive, dormant in most hosts, but it was found in a small subgroup of individuals. For the gene with the enzyme to become dominant, and active, it would require two of those individuals to pass on that gene. He hypothesized that, though he had failed to activate the enzyme naturally, once it was active, it could be extracted, duplicated, and recreated in a variety of other hosts.
Nowhere in the study did he indicate who his test subjects were, or where he found the enzyme. But his conclusions were quite remarkable.
"With a sufficiently complex software program, perhaps itself based on DNA sequencing, and a computer mind able to handle that complexity, more so even than the Guri HRD, plus utilization of cognitive transfer function, such as a more advanced version of my own mental enhancement chip, a human being would be able to transfer is conscious into a robotic being, breaking free of mortality while maintaining his independence. What's more, because the new 'body' would be utilizing this bio-mechanical enzyme, rather than strict robotics, it allows flexibility, and could potentially allow an individual with no prior Force sensitivity to tap into the skills of the Force"
Shortly after publishing that paper, he was hired by the Trade Federation and left Pinnix University. His whereabouts became unknown after that point.
Mara read through the entirety of the article, appreciating what she already knew - that she was based on Valerie Gellar's DNA was already known - but surprised by the information about the enzyme, and how it supposedly worked. How SHE worked. Valerie had the active enzyme, and Alexander had extracted it and duplicated it, using it to create Phage, herself, and his own immortal form. Apparently, Adubell had used the same enzyme to again recreate herself.
Or did Adubell have a DIFFERENT subject? Valerie was long dead. Was it possible Adubell had a stored copy of the active enzyme from so long ago? Or was there another individual with the same active enzyme.
Valerie shared genetic material with Gemma, Dane, and even Riley, all three of whom had been captured for months. The idea that a blood sample was taken from one of them at one point was not so far fetched.
Which one of the three had the active gene? Or maybe it was more than one. Maybe it was all three?
The likelihood of that was small. Valerie was the child of Blair Gellar and Kyrie Patten. It was the Gellar-Patten mix that led to Valerie's active gene. Both Patten and Gellar must have had the gene, most likely dormant. Which meant that it was possible that Kimber and therefore Riley had the gene. If Blair had the gene, it was not impossible that Rutherford had it too, meaning Gemma and Dane could have the gene, recessive. But for any of the three to have the active gene, it would mean BOTH parents had at least the inactive gene. Which meant that either Celeste had it (which meant both Dane and Gemma could be 'active') or Kimber's bodyguard/lover had it.
It seemed quite the coincidence, really. Of the 'new four,' three of them at least could have had this unique gene in their blood.
Or maybe, it wasn't such a coincidence. The paper indicated the enzyme was extremely rare - how was it that four individuals, four families really, from different parts of the galaxy, came together with those results? Perhaps, it was just the opposite. Perhaps there was something about the enzyme that brought the families together. Was it possible that ALL FOUR children had this mysterious enzyme in their bodies? That Karen, and/or Dahlia had it? And if Celeste had the enzyme, that could mean that Melanie had it.
the possibilities were startling - the four weren't just socialite families, but all shared a common biological trait, one that was extremely rare, and had the potential to affect the galaxy.
Mara knew she had to find the professor, get more answers, and learn who his test subjects were. And for that, she would have to retrace his steps, and follow his trail as long as it was possible.
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Yag'Dhul
In the southern hemisphere of the galaxy, Yag'Dhul, like Denon and Eriador, felt the pressure of lawlessness that abounded. The world was mostly rocky and had drastic climate changes, a result of three moons that orbited closely and severly impacted the oceans and atmosphere. However, it was also home to vast mining industries and famous orbital stations.
Yag-Prime was a small but effective space station, used for storage of valuable supplies and for helping defend the station.
And as Mara had learned, a portion was also converted to a research laboratory where one professor supposedly could be found.
Tracking down Joel Braithwaite had not been an easy task. from Bilbringi, he had moved to Neimodia, capital of the Trade Federation in its prime. When Medivh was busy designing Phage, he had still been there, supposedly traveling back and forth between Neimodia, Coruscant, and Corellia. When Phage subsequently took over the Federation forces, Braithwaite went into hiding, traveling south to get away from the disaster he had helped create.
From there, he had watched as Phage threatened the galaxy, only to be turned back by Valerie Gellar. But he knew better - he knew that Phage would not be so easily destroyed. He had learned about Infiltrator-1 by accident, accessing a batch of the GURI project files that should have been denied to him. He learned about Alexander Winton's role in sabotaging Phage's program, and how Phage's program allowed for the creation of the Infiltrators. He also knew that if anyone remembered him, and the research he had done, or the knowledge he had, that he would be a primary target.
Shipping off to Yag'Dhul, a world no one involved in the northern-hemisphere politics cared about, to continue doing his research under the guard of those who didn't care what he did ... it worked out perfectly.
So it was that Mara and her small ship exited hyperspace, docking with the space station and coming aboard, hoping the professor was still present.
She made her way through the narrow cooridors until she reached the research laboratory, pressed the door-lock and stepped inside.
It was his back that she saw first - a lab-coat, and a head with a small bald spot and a tangle of gray/white hair. The man was leaning over a computer console, and the room was buzzing with machinery.
At the sound of the door, he turned, and his face had an aged look that matched the hair. But it was his expression that struck Mara.
Fear. The moment he saw her, he reached over the console and pressed a large red button. Before Mara could respond, a sheet of clear durasteel came crashing down from the ceiling, between her and him, a second sheet behind her cutting off any escape.
A blaster weapon was now in his hands, pointed in her direction.
"I always knew you would come for me"
TBC
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Yag'Dhul
Mara had certainly not expected this turn of events. Her hand grazed over the clear barrier in front of her. She was strong, but not so strong as to be able to break through the heavy material. The durasteel behind her was no more penetrable. She turned her gaze back to the man with the gun trained at her. Apparently, a weapon that could blast through the transparasteel? Not so uncommon - an ion cannon would be able to run through metal and damage circuitry, even bionetic circuitry like her own. A paired down version of an ion cannon could be handheld.
But attempts to scan the room, or the weapon failed her - apparently, every sensor was being jammed.
She was trapped. Again. This time though, it was not by her enemy. It was by someone she was coming to for help.
"I'm not here to hurt you"
"I don't believe you"
"I can tell - but it's the truth. I came here because I need your help"
Braithwaite smirked.
"I know better than that. You are an infiltrator. You were designed to get into places, and designed to kill. I know, because I helped create your kind. You may not look like the original model, but I would recognized an infiltrator anywhere. You have her face"
"Her?"
"Valerie Gellar"
True enough. And that told Mara that this was the man she was seeking. He knew who she was. Or rather, who she had been"
"I'm not an infiltrator anymore. I haven't been for a long time now."
"You cannot change what you are. You are a programmed machine. Once an infiltrator, always one."
"Medivh didn't believe that - and neither do you, according to your research. I was an infiltrator, and I had my programming. But I'm free of that programming now. Just because I was built rather than born doesn't mean I am not alive. I'm the one who destroyed Phage. A mere program would not turn on its creator."
"You serve a different master now - you and your sisters"
So he knew there were others
"I'm not like them. The other infiltrators - I don't consider them as my sisters. Valerie was my sister. Kimber was my sister. Riley Patten is my nephew."
He smiled again.
"Ah, so you are the one that went around working as a Federation ambassador. Didn't you create quite a stir in the Republic senate making accusations against Rutherford Gellar?"
Mara looked down.
"THAT was not me. THAT was, unfortunately, one of my look alikes. THAT is why I am here, why I was looking for you. I need to be able to stop them. Them, and the one they work for now."
"And who exactly do they work for?"
"They work for a sith, named Adubell. And Adubell has become, somehow, just like me. She was supposedly killed, but she's now in a new body, a new machine body like mine, with her memories intact, and her connection with the force equally intact. She's too strong for me. I barely escaped her, and I need your help to defeat her. And them. I know who you are, Joel Braithwaite. You helped Medivh and Alexander Winton achieve immortality, become more than they could have in a mere life. But that aid, it didn't create greater humans. It created monsters. Winton was a monster. Phage was a monster. Adubell is a monster. You helped create immortality - now I need you to help unmake it. Even if I need to be destroyed with it. I beg you, please help me."
Braithwaite was silent for several minutes, staring at Mara. It was true, she was not what he had expected, but then again, the infiltrators were notoriously brilliant at manipulation. The news that the technology he helped create was expanding to others, people he never heard of, was startling. But still, just because she said something didn't make it true.
"How can I trust you, when I know what you are"
"You shouldn't trust me. I'm a monster too. But I need your help anyways, and I don't know what I can do without you."
Braithwaite lowered the gun.
"I don't think I can help you, Infiltrator"
"Please, call me Mara"
He sighed.
"Very well, Mara - I don't think I can help you. My research didn't involve ways of undoing. It was really all theoretical until I came upon Gellar, and Winton, and Medivh. I never even expected it to work, but it did. It saved Medivh's life, a long time ago. And then there was Winton expanding the program, Phage ... wars ... you are right, it created monsters, but I don't know how to put them away"
"Then maybe you and I can figure it out together"
Another long pause, Mara practically holding her breath.
"Maybe"
TBC
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Yag'Dhul
Trust was not easy to come by. Despite Braithwaite's finally acquiescing to assist Mara, he still remained caged about his work. Mara was not allowed near any of the instruments, and he apparently had placed a fail-safe, lest she overtake him. She didn't put it past him to let the entire facility blow up if necessary.
The work itself seemed no more fruitful, even after nearly a month of intense work. Braithwaite pulled open his old research files, and analyzed Mara's circuitry and blood circulation. She became the lab rat, and every now and then, she heard him muttering "fascinating" under his breath as he squinted down through some microscope or device. Whenever she inquired though, he shook his head.
It was after several long, unfruitful weeks that Mara began to mimic the human pattern of pacing impatiently, moving back and forth while Braithwaite pored over one of her DNA sequences.
"Developing bad habits"
Mara stopped and looked at him. he nodded his head toward her feet.
"A machine was not meant to become inpatient. It can do things instantaneously, but can wait centuries. That is part of why Phage was so dangerous."
"A machine meant to be alive can take on the facets of life. It's the flip side of the coin. Technology can make mortals immortal, and emotions can make technology more human. That's how Phage was destroyed. His pride destroyed him"
"I thought you killed him"
"Yes, but I wouldn't have succeeded if he was just a calculating monster. He was arrogant, and goaded. Alexander too - he was most dangerous, most successful when he was calculating. Even as a human, that's how he was dangerous. It was when he grew over confident that we found a weakness"
"Perhaps, then, we should wait until this Adubell grows over confident then?"
"No - Too many lives at stake. Besides, that's how I escaped her once. Barely. But she won't fall for that again. And even then, I didn't destroy her, just escaped"
"Escaped - you were captured?"
"By my so-called sisters. They ... over powered me. Fired something at my back, probably an ion blaster. Then I woke up, caged."
Braithwaite turned to face her, eyes wider now.
"An ion blaster ... yes .. I suppose an ion blaster would work. It could knock out a machine, and it could knock out a human's neural system. Each temporarily, but ... I think that might be our in"
"Our in?"
He turned and began dialing at the controls of the instrument wildly.
"What are you doing"
"Like I said - I think I know the path to proceed"
TBC
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Yag'Dhul
Whatever Braithwaite's idea had been - he still had not been fully forthcoming to Mara - it was not a ready right away type of project. Every day he was holed in his laboratory, giving Mara specific tasks, or scanning aspects of her, all the while programming and testing. Mara wished the process could go faster, hinting that perhaps if she was clued in, she would be able to expedite the process - she had the memory capacity and agility to perform more tasks at once. Braithwaite consistently refused.
At the end of one particularly long session, Mara moved to the chamber designated for her recharging, and set herself down to a sleep cycle.
Flash
Pitch blackness. A dark so pure, it was serene. Mara could see herself walking, calmly, slowly. She saw herself stop walking, and the view changed, that she could see what the Mara in the dream saw.
And what she saw was another version of herself, this time, running. Not away from anything, but toward it, toward others dressed in brown and beige - jedi. She followed herself, drawing closer, watching as her other-self drew a lightsaber from her side and ignited it. The blade the other self held was blood-red, the mark of a sith.
Mara watched as the other her began to slash her weapon through the crowd of jedi. Some of them responded, igniting their own sabers and attempting defense, but none of their weapons harmed the attacker. Mara now not only saw - she could feel, feel the heat as the jedi swung their blades. So close. She felt burns as they contacted, but then the jedi weapons fell, useless to the ground, and she watched herself slaughter the jedi. She saw their faces, watching as the other self murdered the jedi, one by one.
Immediately, she thought of her sisters - the other look alikes. But they, though capable of such murder, didn't fight with lightsabers.
She saw members of the jedi council, and last of all, she saw the face of Ven Agnant.
Then she looked up at herself, looking smug, drenched in blood, and saw the face change. No longer was it her, but it was Nevylinn, the jedi she had met while saving the children.
"Nevylinn ... why did you do this?"
"They were weak"
Nevylinn smiled, and her face began to change. Transform to an ashen-gray color, and then Mara recognized that it was not Nevylinn she was staring at.
It was Adubell.
"I can't be killed. My death was just a lie meant to fool the weak. Like the jedi. You may have escaped. But now, now I am destroying my enemies. I am destroying the jedi. And soon - soon I will come for you."
"I will destroy you and everything you stand for, everything you want to protect. And there is nothing you can do to stop me. Only one like me can destroy me. I am immortal, and you are weak. And when it is done, the galaxy will belong to the sith"
Adubell's image disappeared and Mara could see far off in the distance a glow - or to be precise, not one glow but three - it appeared to be a lightsaber, but had three blades - one, the largest, a deep crimson. The second, slim but long, was pink. Finally a shorter, third blade was black.
Behind the blades, a sphere, massive but too far off to see the details, though it looked a mix of earth and metal. Adubell's heinous, odious voice echoing in the darkness.
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"Soon will come the Daughter of Darkness"
Mara awoke from her sleep cycle and immediately stood, rising and hurrying to where Braithwaite was still conducting his research.
"Something has happened"
TBC
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Yag'Dhul
It had been so long since Mara had had 'dreams' or whatever it was she saw when she was in that state of recharging, that responding to them was even more difficult than in the past. In the past, it had also been her own memories she had seen, with the exception of once, when she was watching Karen's vision. This was more like that one time. She was a spectator - except she also had seen herself taking part in all of the carnage, then it was Nevylinn, then it was Adubell.
She knew there was some connection something about Nevylinn and Adubell that she didn't know. Mara remembered seeing Adubell's face before it had been marred and melted. It looked much like Nevylinn's, save for its gray color. Could they be related? sisters or cousins?
And what did it mean that both were in her vision?
And was the vision real? Of the past? of the future?
Unable to be killed was something Mara did understand. Like Alexander Winton, Adubell had died and been reborn, though there was something even more sinister about the way that she not only could be resurrected - jedi lightsabers couldn't hurt her. What did that mean?
and what was the warning - 'only one like me can destroy me' - did that mean Mara could destroy her, because they were alike? Or, If Nevylinn was her sister, they were alike?
and what was the three-bladed lightsaber, with the sphere?
and who or what was the daughter of darkness?
So many questions and no answers. Mara had always been one to find out answers, but here she was at a loss. After the dream, she had done what she could to find out about missing or killed jedi, but no reports came in. A few suspicious explosions, but nothing about if they were even related. She was grasping at straws.
And she couldn't reach out to anyone. Everyone thought she was dead. Even reaching out to Della had risks, now that she was in the thick of her own mission.
But she knew that she had to learn what was going on.
She walked up to Braithwaite, who was, as usual, peering into a mechanical device, studying something without telling her what.
"I need to contact Corellia"
He glanced up, away from his research, a stern look in his face.
"Contacting outsiders from here has risks that I'm not willing to take"
"The one I'm contacting is on OUR side, and I know how to make a secure connection"
"I said no"
"This isn't up to you"
"No, Mara, it IS up to me. I don't care about this dream you had - no, I cannot explain it but I know it doesn't matter"
"You aren't some atheistic scientist who doesn't believe in the Force. You know what it is, and how it works. Your science counts on it. The dream DOES matter, and I need to find out why. I'm going to my ship to send out the comm"
Mara was turning when Braithwaite spoke again.
"If you attempt to leave here, I'll destroy you. I'll shut you down and convert you to scrap metal."
Mara turned to face him again.
"No you won't. You've spent the last months with me, and while you might have killed me before, I don't believe you'll do it now. You aren't a murderer"
Mara made her way toward the entrance to the lab, when she heard the siren, watching the blast door begin to come down. Not again.
But she was ready for it this time. Instead of getting trapped, she sped up, diving under the security measures and slipping out just as it landed, just barely missing from crushing her foot.
Here she was again, alone. Braithwaite had a right to be cautious, but the paranoia was too much. It hindered him. She would hopefully be able to reason with him when she returned. Maybe he would vaporize her, or smash her into scrap metal. Maybe he would just lock her away, an easy fix that had few moral qualms. But Braithwaite was a good man, a scientist, not a politician or warrior, not ambitious like Medivh or Alexander.
She would be able to make amends.
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A half hour later, Mara had established the secure comm link, and Della Avers appeared on the other side.
"Della, it's me."
"Mara? Mara, it's been months - where have you"
"There's no time. I need to know something. The jedi - are they alright?"
Della paused for a moment, then shook her head.
"The jedi are being assassinated. Most of the jedi council and many of the knights and trainees. THey've been killed. All very secretly. Always it's been covered up. Most people don't care about the jedi, so haven't noticed the absences. But"
"Where is Nevylinn?"
Della looked nervous
"I'm not sure if this is a secure connection ..."
Mara of course knew that was only half of it. Della also wasn't certain if she was talking to the real Mara. She hadn't said anything one of the other infilitrators would already know.
"Della. I need you to send a message to Nevylinn. If you can. If it's safe. Tell her that I had a dream about Adubell."
"Adubell?"
"A sith - one we faced on Korriban. One who is alive. Tell her I had a dream about Adubell, and about the Daughter of Darkness"
"I don't know what that means"
"She will. If you can get that message to her, and it means to her what I think it does, tell her I will contact you again in a week's time."
"Mara, wait"
"I have to go Della. Take care of Riley"
The comm was disconnected. Secure connections, no matter how strong, don't last forever, and the shorter the conversation, the less likely it would have been overheard.
Mara glanced down, next to the comm, where a photo of Riley lay. She let out a sigh, letting her hand graze against the image, stopping for just a moment before she began making her way back to deal with the scientist's wrath.
TBC
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Yag'Dhul
He had not shut her down or converted her to scrap metal. For that, at least, she was grateful.
What he had done is locked her in a very strong cell that she had not figured out a way to get out of. Walls and doors were durasteel reinforced, blast strength quality. Even the strongest droid would need a long, time to break through without much more significant firepower.
She wallowed in in the cell, counting the days. 4. 5. 6. It was a week now, and she had promised to contact Della again. If she didn't they would worry, not to mention she would never get the connection she needed.
Getting close to the appointed time, Mara finally heard the various mechanisms of the door and with a hiss, it opened, Professor Braithwaite standing there, a grim look on his face.
"Go send that communication."
"You are letting me this time?"
"We need more information. More about how to defeat this threat."
Braithwaite walked away, Mara standing and moving to the door of the cell.
"No apology?"
"No. Go, now, before I change my mind. And try to find something useful"
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Again, a short distance from the station, she established the link. This time, it was Nevylinn who appeared on the other side.
"Nevylinn - you received my message."
The jedi nodded
"Nevylinn - I had a dream. A dream where I witnessed the slaughter of many, many jedi. younglings. Masters. The killer's face first was my own. Then it became yours. And then it became Adubell's"
"I had a similar dream, though you were not in it. I was the killer, and then Adubell"
"I thought you might. Hoped. Nevylinn, Adubell is alive. I have seen her in person, and barely escaped. She is changed though. Her skin is no longer white, but gray. Gray like stone."
Nevylinn's facial expression looked severe, so different from the more pleasant jedi face she had met so many months ago. There was also a look of fear or panic in her eyes.
"Nevylinn, Adubell ... she looks like you. But for the skin change, I would have thought you two were -"
"Twins. Yes, Mara. We are twins. Born of the same blood, the same time. But we have taken different paths. Very different. I saw her body, dead, on Chandaar. If you saw her alive, it could only mean she had created a clone of herself"
Mara nodded.
"Not just a clone. She is like what Alexander Winton was."
"An enhanced clone, like yourself, if I remember correctly"
"It's more than that. She's a droid. SHe's transformed herself from flesh and blood to machine. A super-droid, stronger than Phage, with the power of the Force on her side. And a skin that was laced with something that repels a lightsaber"
"There are only a handful of substances that can block lightsabers. Phrik alloy, mandalorian iron. But only one causes such short-circuit. Cortosis. It has an energy resistance property that creates a feedback in the lightsaber loop. But to refine it like that, into the skin ... it's never been done like that before. But what do you mean, she's a droid with the Force?"
"That is what Alexander Winton had worked to create. A droid in which to carry on your conscience, with a connection to the Force. I was the prototype for that"
"I thought you were just a clone - you are a droid?"
Mara nodded her head solemnly. Nevylinn was the first person she had told that whole truth to in ten years. Not even Riley knew she was a droid.
"Mara - Adubell has been killing the jedi. We need to find a way to stop her"
"I'm working on it. Me and ... a colleague. We are trying to find a way to prevent Adubell from reincarnating again. But we will need to be able to kill her. and with this armor-skin she had, it will make it very difficult."
"Only one like her - that's what she said in the vision. That means you are the one to stop her"
"She said it to me too. I thought she meant like her, her blood. Her sister."
"Well right now, it appears neither of us are ready to face her."
"Not yet"
"And jedi are dying"
"Your job right now is to stop dying - keep the jedi and yourself safe. I'm working on a way to defeat Adubell, use what she is against her."
"And if you fail"
"I'll worry about that when it happens. I need to keep my location secure, but I will try contacting you again soon."
"Mara ... what about the rest of it"
"The daughter of darkness. the three-bladed lightsaber. The sphere. I don't know. But it is an ill sign of things to come. We need to stop her before she does any more damage."
"I just hope we can"
TBC
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(See: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Cortosis (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Cortosis))
Yag'Dhul
cortosis.
The word had been just about all Mara could focus on since her conversation with Nevylinn. And for Mara, a droid with a massive brain capacity, that meant alot.
Adubell had laced her skin with a metal that could short-circuit a lightsaber. A metal that was rare to find and hard to refine. She was coated in it. That is how she managed to defeat so many jedi. Mara knew she had not been defeated, not yet, not once. If she had, the jedi would have reported it to their colleagues. But the attacks - they were still shrouded in secrecy. Adubell had made herself impregnable.
Mara's research on cortosis had also found that the substance was equally resistant to blaster fire. That, and the fact that it was effectively an armor engrained in her skin, and Adubell could not be defeated by any handheld weapon.
Plus, of course, if she died, she could be reborn. Prospects looked dim.
Mara spent hour after hour and day after day searching for something. She tried accessing old imperial or republic files to see what they had, but most of those had been destroyed when Coruscant was obliterated. She had found nothing, nothing, and more nothing. A handful of articles on how the Imperial palace had been lined with cortosis armour. Great, so all she had to do to destroy it was destroy a planet along with it.
Finally, she found a glimmer. In an old article on the varieties of lightsabers, she found a single sentence.
'saber crystals from the world of Mestare, combined with unique circuitry in the saber hilt, do not suffer the short-circuit effects when in contact with cortosis"
Well good. that was something. But Mestare was not a world Mara was familiar with, and finding rare crystals from an unknown world to fight a rare metallic substance ... it was a quest that would take time, at the very least.
Meanwhile, she was also looking for weaknesses in cortosis. as an unrefined rock, it had energized properties that could shock those who touched it. It was naturally very brittle, until turned into metal. But cortosis was really all about it's conductive properties. And to study that, she needed to see it up close.
Mara moved away from the console she was standing at and made her way down the hall to where Professor Braithwaite was conducting his own research.
"We need a sample of cortosis alloy. See what we can do to use it against Adubell."
"You are asking to leave. Every time you go and return carries risk."
"We don't have enough here. We might be able to temporarily disable Adubell, if an ion blast works on her, but first of all, we don't know if it will - the cortosis armor may cancel any negative effects. And second, it won't kill her, because she can just be recreated. If we want to defeat her, we need a sure fire way of disabling and destroying one body - and then making sure she cannot regenerate in a new one."
Braithwaite, quite unexpectedly nodded.
"I think the use of this cortosis armor may be the key to that as well. It's properties against energy ... if they could be utilized properly, may effect her systems as well."
"So I can go?"
"Go. Go, and come back soon."
She nodded, turning to leave.
"Where will you look first?"
"Before Coruscant was destroyed, the imperial palace was lined with cortosis ore. There must have been huge amounts of it. Even taking into account the amount that was pulverized in the explosion, or mined previously ... the asteroid field is bound to have some. And some is all we need."
Mara walked out of the room, making her way to the docking bay.
How many times would her journey's take her back to the Coruscant Asteroid Field. The place she was born, created.
All roads lead home.
TBC
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Coruscant Asteroid Field
If there were any place in the galaxy that Mara was familiar with - more so than the Wheel, or Corellia - it was Coruscant. Once, the richest most influential world in the galaxy was here, with a city that literally covered the planet. It was obliterated, like so many other things, by those with dark powers, a burst of evil blotting out billions of lives in an instant, and leaving ruin.
But that ruin had not been an end - it had been a beginning. What was left behind - an asteroid field charged with ion storms - had become a perfect hideaway. First for pirates, then for other denizens - Alexia Winton had resided here, and it had been the base of operations for Phage after he was presumed destroyed a first time. It was where Mara had been born or created.
Now, even Phage's platform was gone. It had been destroyed by Mara and Karen before they faced off against Alexander Winton on Centerpoint Station. Mara could see fragments of the station, floating off in the distance, made smaller each time an asteroid struck it and it broke up further.
In the decade since the battle of Centerpoint, Mara had visited the place once, about five years ago, spending a day scanning the region to be sure no new activity was occurring here. To make sure Phage, or Alexander, or whoever had not suddenly reappeared and started all over again. Some nightmares never die.
Today, Coruscant's asteroid field was just as vacant and dangerous as ever, Mara's ship hovering on the outskirts as she scanned the debris. With all the metals that had been blown away with Coruscant's destruction, the field was rich in metals, precious and otherwise. Only the ion storms, and the region's sordid history kept miners away. Mara hoped that among those metals was one such substance. Cortosis, which had apparently been used in copious amounts in Palpatine's imperial palace. Enough that it would survive the demolition.
Mara let the scanners run, watching the lightning bounce between the rocks with a passive caution. It could be hours before she found anything.
It always felt weird waiting, doing nothing, knowing so much needed to be done. Mara turned her thoughts to those she cared for - Riley, above all. She would do anything to protect him, Garron Prescott, whom she had shared a brief, stunted moment with before they had been separated. Whatever it was she felt for him had to be put aside. There were others as well, people she supported, even if she didn't have a more meaningful connection to them. The Gellars, the jedi (what remained of them), the Corellian ambassadors. Each played a role in helping her and Riley, shared common goals. But Mara had no family. Riley, yes, sort of. But the rest? The closest thing Mara had to family were her enemies - HRDs on the side of evil. And yet, Mara would do everything to stop them. Because it was who she was. Not who she was programmed to be, but who she had become.
Mara hoped her long journey to humanhood was not in vain. That she would be able to survive to see the better galaxy she hoped for, see Riley grow up, see the end of those that threatened him.
If only it were possible.
TBC
-
Coruscant Asteroid Field
The scans were not as successful as she had hoped. Trace amounts of cortosis were picked up - but closer review found those were residual signatures. That someone had already taken much of the cortosis metals that were in the system. Her scans led her to rock after rock after rock, and in each place, she found only the small amounts of cortosis left over by apparent mining work.
Now Mara knew where Adubell had obtained her supply.
She was losing hope when she finally came across one rock with enough of the substance that she could effectively collect a sample. Moving her vessel closer, she released the collection arm, pulling in the small rock. A more detailed analysis showed there was enough cortosis metal in the rock to create a sheet 1 mm thick over a half square meter - nothing vast by any accounts, but enough.
She hoped enough.
Mara searched for only a few hours more before finally flying away from the field, glancing over at the distant yet bright orb that was the Hesperidium moon, before taking her ship into hyperspace.
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Yag'Dhul
There was a sense of foreboding when Mara left Coruscant again. A sense that despite its vacancy, it would still hold a key role in events to come. She spent the hyperspace trip trying to regenerate, refocus her energies on the impossible tasks before her. That was when she was rocked, again, by a dream.
flash
almost immediately she recognized that where she was, as if a continuation of the last dream she had, Adubell's voice hovering in the background
"Soon will come the Daughter of Darkness"
And there with the voice, the three-bladed lightsaber, and behind it, a massive sphere of earth and metal.
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the sabers disappeared, floating into the abyss of darkness at the periphery of the dream, leaving only the distant sphere. But now it was growing closer, faint details could be seen. packed dirt - an orange shade,with metal streaks, like giant tubes.
Tubes that, but for the packed earth in between them, would have looked very much like the Wheel.
Was she looking at Korriban? That was where Mara had seen the Wheel last, hovering in orbit, with some unknown construction being done to it. But no, Korriban had canyons and mountains - this sphere had the color of Korriban, but was almost perfectly spherical, as if it had been manufactured.
The sphere rumbled, shaking, and then she could hear voices, whispers that she couldn't understand, coming from the sphere.
No longer did it feel like she was floating closer - it was as if she was falling, faster and faster, the surface of the sphere coming at her fast.
And just as she was about to strike the ground ...
Mara awoke to find the indicator light blinking. A few seconds later, her ship exited hyperspace back at Yag'Dhul. She had to get the cortosis to the professor, so he could start working with it.
And he had to reach out to Nevylinn again, find out if this new dream meant something too.
TBC
-
Yag'Dhul
The steps to make sure the comm connection was secure were long and tedious. Layers upon layers of security, with a variety of diversion relays. Tracking a signal between Yag'Dhul and Corellia would take a genius years to decipher without some external inputs.
At least, that is what Mara hoped. Each time she activated a transmission, she changed the algorithm, hoping that would keep anyone off her trail. But the other side, the enemy, they weren't just geniuses. They were machines. Just like her. They could pick out algorithms too, and much faster than a mere genius.
Each contact was a risk, but she needed the connection, needed to keep Nevylinn and Della informed. There was no question, a threat was there - out in the periphery. They had not gone away just because the children were rescued, the jedi were assassinated, the war between empire and republic possibly over. Adubell, her look-alikes. THey had an agenda, and the worst part was Mara didn't know what it was.
The dream, hopefully was a clue. If Mara knew what Adubell was trying to do, maybe she could stop her before too many people had to suffer.
The green light, and then Della's face comes on screen.
"Mara ..."
"How's Riley?"
"Riley's fine. Is everything ok - what happened?"
"Things are - proceeding. Slowly. I might have some answers, but I also have some new questions. Is Nevylinn there?"
"She is meeting with-"
"Wait, don't tell me"
"Is this a secure line?"
"As secure as I can make it."
Della frowned
"Let me just say - there was an attempt on the life of someone at the Bolerathon Tower. We were ruminating on the significance of that"
"The tower was owned by the Winton-Masterton families."
"Yes. and Dahlia Winton has ownership."
"It's not the location that matters. It's the blood. Or what's in the blood"
"What do you mean?"
"I can't go in to detail right now. But you already know there was an enzyme in the blood of certain individuals. Valerie Gellar, for example. That enzyme allowed for certain interactions between mechanical and biological elements. That enzyme - apparently it is extremely rare. So rare in fact, that it has only ever been discovered in four families"
"You mean ..."
"Yes. That enzyme has only ever been found in Winton, Masterton, Gellar, and Patten. We still don't know the common link between them. But if you want to talk about being bound by blood or prophesy, It looks like the blood side is the winner. Alexander Winton didn't even believe in the prophesy - he just used it to meet his own ends."
Della seems stunned for a minute, and Mara realized her time was getting short.
"Della - I need to talk to Mara. When I know more, I can let you know more, but I can only stay on for a few more minutes"
Della nodded and walked away, Nevylinn returning.
"Hello Mara"
"Nevylinn - I had another dream"
Nevylinn shakes her head, "I did not - although I've been more preoccupied of late. What was your vision?"
"Do you remember that image - the three sabers, and the sphere behind it?"
"Yes"
"The sphere - I got a better look at it. It was made of metal and earth. Actual dirt. It reminded me of Korriban. And then I heard voices. Whispers really. I didn't understand them, but they were dark. Really, really dark. They reminded me of - well, they also reminded me of Korriban. When I was a prisoner there. I heard whispers coming from shadows, talking to Adubell. But now they seemed to be coming from the sphere. Almost like something was set loose and placed inside it."
Nevylinn shook her head, glancing away for a moment.
"I don't know what it means - but a few days ago ... there was something. Briefly, but a sense of foreboding. Just like you said. As if something dark was set loose on the galaxy"
" I think it's part of Adubell's plan. That sphere. It means she's making progress"
"Then we need to do everything we can to stop her. Soon as possible. I'll think about the vision. I'll discuss it with a few others I trust and see if we can make sense of it. How is your work coming?"
"Slowly - but we are making progress as well."
"So it's a race"
Mara nods
"a race"
TBC
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Yag'Dhul
Professor Braithwaite had been playing with the bits of cortosis that Mara had provided him, constantly commenting, lamenting that he wished for more. He had to be careful, as some of the experiments he conducted consumed the material - meaning less and less to work with. It had been another month of testing before he finally had a result.
Mara had been allowed to observe, but at a distance. At first she didn't understand why she was being kept out of the room, why she had to watch on a video system and a computer monitor.
Braithwaite took a small bit of cortosis, placing it next to his "test subject", a computer console.
"This console is carrying your DNA, Mara. It has a copy of your program in its system"
That had also left her uneasy - the last thing she needed was an extra copy of herself around. There were already too many to begin with.
"You can see the contents of the console on your second screen"
Braithwaite turned toward the camera, holding up a small, cylindrical device with two sensors on top and a computer-chip at the bottom.
"This is a pulse-activator unit. The sensor has been tuned to trigger when it comes into contact with the energy properties of cortosis. I have attempted to make the signal as weak as possible"
He then turned back to the console and pressed the activator against the cortosis. The moment the metal touched the sensor, there was a small flash of light, pushing out from the activator before dissipating about ten yards away in each direction.
On the screen next to the monitor, Mara at first saw nothing, then saw that the program was beginning to change, key components disappearing and being replaced by new command codes - until the program was no longer sustained, and the computer shut down.
"You created a virus"
Braithwaite nodded
"A virus that could stop Adubell - that uses her own cortosis armor against her. But there's a catch - the signal here didn't go through the cortosis, it was only activated by the cortosis, and then the pulse went through the open spaces. Adubell is covered in cortosis. To have the signal reach her computer systems, we need to breach her cortosis skin."
"Which means, this needs to be part of the Mestare lightsaber"
"exactly"
*********
Mara for her part was constantly doing research of her own, searching for the world of Mestare and the crystals there. The plan was slowly developing, a plan that might - emphasis on MIGHT - work to defeat Adubell.
Mara had never built a lightsaber - even when training with Karen, even when she fought with a blade, it had been one already in existence, and even then it was rare. It was said that both jedi and sith spent weeks or months developing sabers, preparing crystals, constructing the mechanisms, in conjunction with imparting thee Force on the weapon, thus every saber was unique to its creator.
Mara's blue print had started off as a basic lightsaber.
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Then, she began to deconstruct and reconstruct the design, based on her knowledge schematics of the mestarian crystal that she was looking for, and the nature of cortosis. The blade energy channels were redesigned to be resistant to short-outs caused by cortosis power surge, and the power cell was installed with a more durable power cell, the field conductor and inert power insulator were adjusted as well so as to maintain the containment of the power source. The primary crystal, of course, would be mestarian, while the focusing crystal was made of another rock native to mestare, so as to maintain the seamlined energy. The casing was to be made of Phrik, a lightsaber-resistant metal that did not have the shorting effect of cortosis - and was also substantially more available, having been used by Phage and his generals in their armor and weaponry. The biggest changes were near the top of the handle. By the magnetic stabilizing ring, an additional ring of conductive material was added, including a series of software chips. By the blade emitter shroud was a pulse-activator. The idea was fairly simple. The lightsaber would be using a blade that could cut through Cortosis. At the base of the blade, by the top of the hilt, the pulse activator would wait. When it came into contact with cortosis, the electric properties of the cortosis would trigger a pulse of energy to be shot out in all directions, transmitting the contents of those software chips. Anything the pulse reached would be impacted, and with the blade activated, there was a path through which the pulse could reach the software underneath Adubell's cortosis skin.
If the software worked correctly, it would trigger a virus that would effectively destroy Adubell. And better yet, that virus would transmit to any reincarnations of her, destroying them as well.
Unfortunately, the saber had a few setbacks. The pulse would only be able to be triggered once - the energy required would burn out the lightsaber immediately afterward. Secondly, Mara still didn't have the crystal that would allow her to get close enough to trigger the whole plan. Nor did she have the skill with a saber that was necessary.
It was after a long day of work that she finally found the world that was spoken of. Mestare, in the outer rim, a forgotten planet, with forgotten wonders.
Braithwaite bid her leave and return, as before, quickly, but this time, he handed her a large case of parts.
"The trip is long - use it building your weapon. Make it your own, and it will serve you to the bitter end"
TBC
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Mestare
Mara's journey had been a lonely one. Traveling through hyperspace to a remote region of the galaxy, to a barely known planet, whose data was buried in the deepest part of the largest archives.
Mestare had no space ports. No metropolis. No wagon-wheels for that matter. It was a world seemingly untouched by either the progress or strife of the galaxy. Mara's landing was in a grassy field, where the grass grew taller than her ship. By day the air was breathable, but sultry hot, with temperatures hovering around 120*F. A normal human would not be able to last long in such weather. The flaura on the planet was well adapted to a very hot, very wet climate, the air full of humidity from the constant evaporation. By night, the temperature dropped considerably, down to about 40*F. Much of the moisture that evaporated by day came back down by night, replenishing the forests, streams, bogs. The vegetation closed itself off with protective layers by night, and The few species of creatures she saw had adapted as well, most coming out to the cool, wet nights, and hiding by day.
Her ship had landed several kilometers from where she had a reading of the crystal she was seeking out, the trek brutal in midday sun. The high grass finally gave way to rocky terrain, when she first came on a sign that she was not the first sentient to appear on the planet.
Long overgrown, but on closer inspection, there was some form of a path, and on the side, a single rock
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She glanced down, brushing her hand on the image, feeling the faintest tremor in the force as she did. This was the right place.
She closed her eyes, activating her own internal sensor array, and then reopened her eyes to look ahead. Scans showed the very faintest of markings, leading forward. Mara readjusted her pack and began moving forward, picking up her pace moving through the rocks and smaller vegetation. Her path was leading her upward, though on either side of her, the ground was sloping steeper, until she was unable to see the sky on either side. Nearly halfway up the mountain, she finally found what she was looking for - the opening to a cave, where she found another scrawled image on a rock, below which was an illegible date.
Mara moved past the mouth of the cave and walked into the darkness.
Almost immediately, the air was cooler, and the cave took her on a now descending path deeper into the heart of the mountain. Mara's eyes refocused to see in the darkness, and a blip on her internal scanner picked up far in the distance, the substance she was looking for. Mestarian crystal.
From the mouth of the cave, it took Mara another hour of walking, cautiously through the pitch blackness, before reaching the first source of the minerals. This vision did not allow her to see the sparkling coming from the crystals embedded in the walls - but they did allow her to see signs of activity that had lingered here. A handful of tools lay on the cave floor, and among them, a datapad, which Mara picked up. Brushing off layers of soot, she activated the datapad, and read the entry.
"Our survey of this world has led us to the discovery of a new crystal that can be used in lightsabers. We have studied its properties, and it appears that it does not have the same negative reaction to cortosis that most lightsaber blades do. Pursuant to our mission, we are mining a sample of these crystals to be taken back to the jedi temple for study."
and the next entry
"Mining the Mestarian crystal has proven difficult - like cortosis, the crystal is itself resistant to energy weapons, so the mining must be done manually. We have managed to successfully mine three crystals thus far, but in our attempts to shape them, two of them crumbled. The third was finally shaped to fit into a lightsaber."
and the next entry
"The Mestarian lightsaber has been completed. The blade is unlike those I have seen before. It is a bright silver in color, and looking into its depths, it is almost as though the pattern of color changes as you look at it. The blade also curves slightly, more like a katana or cutlass than a standard blade. Despite its effects on cortosis, the jedi council is concerned that such a blade will not be worth the efforts, mining, refining, and training on a new battle form."
and the next entry.
"The jedi council has cancelled the expedition to Mestare. We are to take the handful of crystals we have, but not spend any additional time on this world. The war has taken up the council's attention, and they need all the jedi they can spare. We have arranged for our departure in three days time, though we have marked off the caves should we ever come back. I am also leaving the tools for extraction."
It was unclear from Mara which war had stopped the jedi from staying on Mestare, be it the Clone Wars of half a century ago, or the Sith Wars of a millenia ago. Either way, The jedi had apparently never returned, nor had anyone else.
Mara knew nothing about the prototypes that had been created - Nevylinn knew little, and the jedi and their knowledge had been scattered and destroyed time and again. Most likely any existing blades were destroyed. She had never heard of a silver bladed saber before.
Placing down the pad, Mara lifted up one of the tools, a pick-axe, and moved to the wall, placing down her pack, lifting her arm, and beginning to chip away at the rock ...
TBC
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Yag'Dhul
It had been weeks since she had departed from Yag'Dhul on her expedition to Mestare. Long hyperspace travel there, wondering what she would find, weeks of mining the crystals with primitive, non-energy weapons, sifting through crystals too small or brittle to use before successfully extracting what she sought -about a half dozen crystals of adequate size and shape, most would require minimal shaping, reducing the likelihood of them getting destroyed in the refining process.
The trip back to Yag'Dhul was quiet, lonely, Mara spending most of the time working to construct a lightsaber out of the parts she had. Circuitry was, understandably, something that came naturally to Mara, but her reading of saber lore told her these weapons were more than just gadgets. The jedi would infuse the force into them as they created them. It made the crystals more powerful, allowed for the channeling of the Force. In a way, a lightsaber was much like Mara herself: a mix of circuitry with that spark of a connection to the Force, making it something else entirely.
Mara sat cross-legged in front of the components, connecting wires to power sources, then pulling out the crystal. She leaned over it, studying it, visually, scanning it's properties, watching the information run down the monitor in her thoughts. The Force was not so analytical. It was more the 1s and 0s, and to succeed, she had to be more as well. She closed her eyes, reaching out to the Force.
Flash
Almost instantly, she felt the rush, a new visualization of her ship, traveling through hyperspace, seeing the components in front of her, seeing the crystal. It was there, in front of her, in her hand, but it was dull. She felt instinctively what had to be done. Her hand waved over the crystal and it lifted into the air. Eyes stll closed, she could see it there, pulsing, pulsing to an unseen rhythm.
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She pressed her thoughts toward the crystal, channeling the Force through her body, through her finger tips, watching tendrils of electricity escape from fingers into the crystal
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The crystal was changing now. With each pulse, it seemed to grow slightly brighter
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brighter and brighter, until it was glowing
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still brighter, until it's light encompassed the entire chamber of the ship. Mara could feel the pulse of the crystal, like ocean waves, the Force going to and fro, remaking it, connecting it to her. She was the crystal, and the crystal was part of her
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her view changed, around her, a silvery stained glass prism. Beyond, she could see the walls of the ship. She was standing inside the crystal itself. She had invested her very essence into the crystal. The saber she was making was her, all the while, the walls pulsed to the beat
bum bum bum
But the walls began to cloud, darken, and she found herself whisked away, flying through space and time.
She was on Yag'Dhul station, but it was not as it had been. The laboratory was in shambles, the lights flickered, sparks were flying. She saw a figure stalking through the semi-darkness, familiar. Too familiar. Her view changed, and she could see her own face on the being making its way to the computer console. At her feet, another figure was slumped on the ground. It... no, he. .. was dying, but his hand lifted to a small remote, pressing a button, and the entire room went white.
Flash
She could hear laughter, the cackling, evil laugh of Adubell, and her ominous words.
"Soon will come the Daughter of Darkness ... "
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flash
Mara's eyes opened, the crystal falling back into her palm. It was not glowing like in the image, but it's color had brightened significantly. She carefully placed the stone back in a padded case, then hurried to the cockpit. She had to get back, as soon as possible.
TBC
-
Yag'Dhul
Mara's ship slips out of hyperspace, moving silently toward the research facility floating in space. There are no outward signs of a problem, but she knew something was wrong.
The ship landed, the ramp beginning to lower with a hiss. Mara's blaster was pulled out, she didn't wait for the plan to reach the floor, jumping out of the widening opening and running toward the door.
It was here she saw the first signs of trouble. The hatch was not only open - it had been pulled over, torn metal lying on the ground beside her. She didn't stop, activating her internal sensory system to see what was ahead, slipping into the narrow passage, and making her way toward the laboratory.
The heavy blast door was half open, and she could still hear the sign of the hydraulics trying to push them closed. The door was propped open by a large chunk of what looked like it used to be a storage container.
Mara ducked and made her way inside. Then she stopped. Around her, the lab was in shambles. computers looked torn up, wires hung loose, spraying sparks, shattered glass lay strewn everywhere. Cautiously, Mara stepped forward, feet crinkling against broken pieces under her boots, blaster at the ready. She rounded the first corner of the lab and found her first surprise.
There, lying on the ground ... was her. An exact copy of her lay there, eyes open but vacant. Mara lept back as one arm raised but then fell flat again. again, the arm raised, a few inches at most, then fell flat on the ground. Mara quickly scanned for signs of any others, then bent down to the one there.
"What is your designation"
her look alike said nothing, didn't move or blink. The arm kept its automatic up and down motion, though slightly slower than before.
"What is your designation"
still nothing. Mara looked over her, seeing no injuries, no blast holes.
"The weapon works"
Mara turned her head toward the sound of the voice, pained, weak. Rising, still holding her blaster, she moved further down, finding another body slumped on the floor. Professor Braithwaite was in worse shape than the Infilitrator. A blaster wound in his abdomen was covered in blood. Mara quickly bent down, putting her hand over the wound.
"What happened?"
"They found me. They shot me. But I was able to activate the weapon. She didn't realize what happened at first. She was still going through the lab. But then she started to slow. Started to have difficulty moving. Losing who and what she was. Her command sequences are gone. She's just an empty shell now. Serves her right, going through my lab"
He burst out in an eruption of coughing, Mara tearing at her shirt to form a bandage.
"Mara ... it's too late"
"No, I'm going to save you"
"Mara - there's no time. Corellia ... they know about Corellia. You have to save them. You have to save them."
Fear filled Mara. If they knew about Corellia, they would hunt down the rest of them. the rest of the jedi. All housed at the Patten ranch.
With Riley.
He was coughing again, blood spewing from his lips, his body tensing in pain
"Go, Mara. Go!"
And Mara ran.
-
Hyperspace
It had been immediately apparent what Adubell had done, and more importantly, the consequences of her actions. Dressing as and acting like a jedi - and not just any jedi, but Nevylinn in particular - meant everything she was doing on Chandaar was being blamed on the jedi. No longer was it just insinuation, conspiracy theory, paranoia. There was footage of a JEDI killing civilians and security officers. Whatever lapses existed in the Force User Registration Act would be seen as weaknesses that needed to be addressed, immediately.
Nevylinn, Donovan Atrii and Mara debated how to respond. Prepare a statement with Nevylinn disavowing the attacks, and showing they were two different people? At best, it wouldn't be believed. At worst, it would reveal the jedi location and lead to calls for arrest and possibly even ousting Corellia from the Republic for what amounted to acts of treason. It was decided they would not respond - they would focus on defeating Adubell, and deal with the damage she caused later. It was no easy thing to do, sitting back and doing NOTHING. The initial attack by Adubell in downtown Chandaar had left nearly two dozen dead, dozens wounded, and several light artillary pieces, brought in to stop her, crumpled into scrap metal. Then, additional attacks occurred. Several politicians (mostly those allied with Corellia, Mara noted) were found in their offices with what coroners immediately identified as lightsaber wounds to their necks, chests, arms. Security camera footage revealed the rest of the details, as the as yet unidentified 'jedi' snuck past security, assaulted and killed, and then disappeared into the shadows. Several attacks were more public - where security caught her at the gate when she tripped the force-sensitivity tests. As security would surround her, she would bring out her lightsaber, slicing down a half dozen, using the Force to eliminate another few and then turning and fleeing before reinforcements could arrive.
As Mara and Nevylinn began planning their trip into the dangerous southern galaxy, they watched as the news cycle from Chandaar turned more and more against the jedi, while simulataneously, discussing how great the new peace accord with the Empire was, with their added support on the southern border.
All this, on top of news from the Corporate Sector that both Rutherford Gellar and Celeste Masterton were dead, leaving three of "The Four" without parental guidance.
Mara and Nevylinn had their own conspiracy theories now.
Naboo was far in the outerrim of the southern galaxy, and the trip in hyperspace would take not just days but weeks.
Through the assistance of the governor, they managed to acquire a long-range freighter with decent speed and shielding, though weak on weaponry, something that would get them where they needed to go, so long as they didn't encounter too many obstacles.
The cargo area had the added benefit of space, allowing Mara and Nevylinn to continue training.
Nevylinn was guiding Mara on the completiion of her rather intricate lightsaber, noting the importance of its special specifications and circuitry, and the risks associated with it.
Mara's Mestarian crystal was glowing brightly as she sat in front of it, the pieces of her saber hovering in a line in front of her. The crystal was more powerful than it had been when Mara first found it, Mara infusing it with the Force, now to the point where it was stable in retaining that connection, that power. She had to be careful - too much energy, it would shatter, and Mestarian crystals were in short supply.
"You, the crystal, and the other components of the lightsaber - they are all one entity. They are connected to you, and you to them. Your lightsaber is an extension of who you are. It's shape and formation a reflection of your values."
Minute by minute, pieces drew closer together, wires snaked through ports, coming together, closing in.
It was painstaking, but in a way, Mara had it easier than others. She could self-repair mechanical pieces, and like Nevylinn said, this was just another piece of her. She could see the connections that needed to be made far in advance, allowing her to navigate more easily through the device.
Finally, the encasement - a thin metal shaft made of lightsaber resistant phrik alloy, with a rubber-grated handle for easy gripping. The blade energy channels were resistant to short-outs caused by cortosis power surge, and the power cell was a more durable power cell, the field conductor and inert power insulator were adjusted as well so as to maintain the containment of the power source. Near the magnetic stabilizing ring, an additional ring of conductive material was added and software chips. By the blade emitter shroud was a pulse-activator that would be triggered by coming into contact with cortosis, causing a pulse of energy transmitting the contents of the software chip - the virus meant to destroy Adubell.
When it was complete, Mara opened her eyes and took grasp of the saber, igniting it swinging it for good measure before leaping into the air. The blade was a grayish-color, its light filling the small area. Mara jumped around for several minutes, testing its weight and balance, and landing in front of Nevylinn, who nodded solemnly.
"It is ready"
"But I'm not. Adubell would still best me in a one-on-one fight"
"Then we will keep practicing. And do what we can to make sure it is not a one-on-one fight. There are two of us. We must defeat Adubell together"
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Naboo
It was a few days later when the chime signalled their departure from hyperspace. Mara moved to the controls and eased the motivator offline, revealing in the distance the world of Naboo.
Naboo was always a beautiful world, filled with pastures and swamps, massive lakes and waterfalls, and beautiful cities. Yet its view from orbit was slightly tainted. In orbit around Naboo were dozens of small and medium warships on patrol.
"Is it a blockade?"
"It's hard to say - I don't see any reason to believe the planet is under seige, but it has been a long time since anyone from the Republic has been down here. That we know of"
"Whose ships are those?"
"Not Nubian"
There were certainly none of the graceful, elegant ships that had typically made up Naboo's small space fleet. Most of the vessels had the clunky, mass produced look.
"Eriadu. Look - that logo."
Mara was pointing to a circular logo on a ship that was starting to approach their location. circular, with a star in the middle. Nothing fancy, to be sure.
"I recognize it from when I visited Eriadu last year. When I was captured by Adubell. The Eriadu Pact has become a strong force down here, trying to consolidate power. Naboo must be ... under their protection. We need to be careful"
"And deal with that ship"
Even as she spoke, their comm crackled.
"unidentified vessel, identify yourselves"
Mara glanced over at Nevylinn then pressed down on the comm.
"We are scientists from Corellia, seeking to do some research here on Naboo. Naboo, has a rich history that-"
Mara was cut off
"Do you have a permit?"
"I wasn't aware that I needed one. I know that-"
"If you don't have a permit, you will be detained and your ship will be confiscated. Power down and prepare to be boarded"
Several other ships began approaching.
"They are charging weapons."
"Let's hope their presence on the planet is not as strong as it is in orbit. Hang on"
Mara grabbed the joystick and plunged it forward, their ship diving down past the first ship, then with a jerk to the right, past a second ship. lasers fizzled by as they were fired upon, Mara trying to make her way closer to the planet even while evading fire. The ship shook as shields were struck, then again, harder.
"We won't hold much longer"
"She'll hold together"
Mara did another jerking evasive dive"
"but i don't suppose the Force could help us out"
Nevylinn let out a sigh, grasping the armrests and closing her eyes. She began to sweat profusely, but suddenly, the ship that was closest to them, a small fighter craft, did a spin backwards, halting within the flight path of two other fighters, and causing a collision.
Nevylinn's eyes opened and she was breathing heavy.
"I hope that bought us some time"
"Maybe even enough time."
They had reached the outer atmosphere and were starting to make their descent, as quickly as the ship would allow.
"Shields are failing"
A half dozen fighters were catching up on their position now, and with only one direction to go - down - maneuverability was limited.
"Don't suppose you can try that trick again?"
The ship shook
"No, I don't think so."
"alright. Let's try this ..."
"Try what"
Mara suddenly banked the freighter back up slightly, the hull groaning in protest, but a minute later, her goal was clear - thick cloud cover up ahead.
Laser bolts struck their rear as Mara made her way inside, going as straight as she could for another dozen seconds, before making a hard right.
The sound of enemy fighters began to trail behind them as Mara made her way, checking sensors to ensure they weren't about to run into mountains of any kind, then continuing her descent of the ship.
It was 20 minutes later when they broke from cloud cover, the sound of rain pelting on their hull.
"We need to land, as soon as possible- they won't be fooled much longer, and sensors will pick us up."
Mara descended the vessel to the tops of the Nubian swamplands, before reaching an open plain and coming to a soft landing on the ground. The ship was close enough to the trees to help hide its appearance, but clear enough that an escape could be made.
"We need to find out what's going on here - and find what Winton left behind."
"Winton, and Grayson"
They worked together to cover the ship in camouflage netting, then set off to find the answers to their mysteries.
TBC
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Naboo
Surface: City of Opella
The rain was pouring down as Mara and Nevylinn trudged along the edge of the tree line. Ever since their ship went below the cloud-cover, they had been in the rain, and having purposefully landed far from the city, they were making the rest of their way on foot, boots sticking in the mud and lifting with a sickening slup sound. Overhead, they could hear the wine of patrol vehicles, searching for them, thus far apparently without any success. Hopefully their luck would hold out longer.
For hours they walked in silence, Each thinking to themselves about what they hoped to find. Nevylinn had traded in the heavier jedi robe for a lighter version, a camouflage rain poncho over it, carrying a backpack with provisions and her own lightsaber clipped to her belt. Mara too was dressed in fatigues, a blaster holstered on her right side, and her brand-new lightsaber clipped to her left. She had trained to fight with it, but still preferred the range of the blaster over the quick technique required to yield a saber. Even machines have preferential skill sets, afterall.
The rain continued as the gray day began to fade to darkness, Mara and Nevylinn moving away from the trees to get a little more light and to avoid landing in one of Naboo's numerous swamps. Far in the distance, they could see the lights of the nearby city. It was not Theed, the capital, that was their destination, but a smaller city to the south, named Opella. According to records, the Greyson family had an estate here, large by Nubian standards. Monica Greyson had gone to school in Opella before moving to Theed, and Mara and Nevylinn were hoping that answers lay somewhere in the Greyson home - hoping that at the very least, it was still there.
Through the early part of the night, they continued walking, finally hearing something other than rain as the sound of generators grew closer. Now, unfortunately, they would have to be more cautious. With the background hum of generators, they heard more vehicles overhead, no doubt the Eriadu patrol forces expecting them to aim for a city. When they finally reached the outskirts, they found that there was a metal fence, cutting off traffic to Opella except on one road in each direction. From where they approached, they could see the entrance was guarded with a checkpoint including two armored vehicles and a dozen guards.
"DO you think this is all for us?"
Mara shook her head.
"This fence - it's been up for some time. I think the checkpoint is always there. A way to control the populace."
"You think the Nubians aren't fans of their new 'protectors'?"
"We can't be sure. I bet there are a few here who would sell us out if they could. We also don't want to fight our way in. We need to keep it quiet. Let's try to make a break through the fence, hopefully sneak past the guards to get inside"
Nevylinn nodded and the two drew closer to the fence. Mara pulled out her lightsaber and it ignited with whoosh, the blue light glowing in the darkness. With a swift double stroke, she cut a hole in the fence, disengaging the saber and stepping inside. Mara followed, and for a moment, it seemed they had made it inside, successfully. But a second later, they heard the loud roar of an alarm.\
" So much for sneaking inside"
TBC
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Naboo
Surface: City of Opella
The sound of the alarms, soldiers shouting, hovering S.T.A.P.s all seemed muffled by the rain, closer and further away, but never quite a threat. Mara and Nevylinn had managed to skirt passed two patrols that responded to where they cut through the fence, aiming for the city, yet doubling back and forth to help hide their trail. The muddy ground would leave footprints, so at one point, they waded through a shallow brook, only adding to the misery of this leg of their journey. They finally found a cave where they could hide until the rain abated, and there they sat, waiting, listening as the soldiers outside looked for them.
The rain finally cleared as the sun was coming up, a hot Nubian summer day. When the sounds of the patrols were gone completely, Mara and Nevylinn trudged out of the cave the get a lay of the land.
They had successfully managed to make it onto the outskirts of Opella, the cave was at the end of a rich estate belonging to one of Naboo's wealthy families. Mindful of the threats against their freedom, they darted from tree to tree until they reached an old shed.
"Do you have any idea where we are?"
Mara pulled out a datapad, ensuring it was still dry before bringing it to life.
"There is a fairly comprehensive database of nubian residents and their property. I've managed to hack into the records office and transposed that information on a map of the city"
After a few minutes of typing and scrolling, Mara nodded her head.
"The old Greyson property - if it's still standing - is just a half kilometer from here. There is a large wooded area between here and there which should mask our approach. Once we get there though, I think we are going to have to reveal ourselves"
The two of them continued their journey, both thankful that the summer heat was drying off their packs and clothing. When they finally reached the Greyson estate, they found a large mansion, clearly still in use, but in disrepair. Vines snaked up the sides of the home, and several windows appeared to be boarded up. By contrast, a newish hovercraft was out front.
Mara and Nevylinn approached the house, peering in through one of the windows.
"What do you think?"
Mara shrugged and they made their way around to the front of the home, glancing behind them to make sure they were alone, and then knocked.
It was several minutes later when they heard the soft sound of feet approaching, Mara's hand cautiously moving closer to her blaster, when the door opened.
In front of them was a woman that looked extremely familiar, middle-aged, but otherwise still beautiful.
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"Can I help you?"
Her voice was timid, her eyes darting between Nevylinn and Mara, almost frantic.
Nevylinn looked to Mara and turned back to face the woman.
"We had some questions you may be able to answer ... about Queen Monica Greyson"
The woman's eyes went a bit wide, and she clearly grew more nervous.
"Who ... who are you? What do you want to know about Monica?"
"We want to know about her prophesies. We are friends"
"Monica's friends are all dead. So is most of her family"
"Most of her family?"
The woman's eyes narrowed as she looked over them, suspicious.
"You don't know who I am, do you?"
Nevylinn and Mara glanced at each other, then back at the woman.
"No ... we assumed you were related, possibly. A cousin. You look like her, and this was the Greyson home"
"I'm not just related. I'm her sister"
TBC
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50 years ago ...
A young Monica Greyson was studying for finals beneath a lamp in an otherwise dark room. For a moment, she glanced over to the empty bed next to her own and let out a sigh. Her sister was out of bed as well, but not studying. In fact, Monica had no idea where her sister, Elle, might be. Just a few days ago, Elle had been scolded by their parents for dressing too provactively for 15 year old, and going places where minors should not. Elle had waved them off, ignoring the warnings by them and by Monica.
It was after dinner that Monica had seen Elle pulling off her school uniform and putting on a low-cut tank top, tight black pants, and high heels. She was putting makeup on, already looking well older than her actual age, when Monica put down her book and turned to face her.
"You're being reckless, and you are going to get hurt"
"I can take care of myself, sis. I just need you to not rat me out."
"I should - I should tell mom and dad you plan on sneaking out again. It would be for your own good"
Elle turned away from the mirror toward Monica
"Don't you dare! You may have bought into their high-society, Naboo royalty whatever. But even if you one day are the queen, heaven knows I won't be. Let them have you, their perfect daughter, and I'll do what I want. Don't worry about me sis, and let me do my own thing"
Before Monica could reply, Elle had slipped out the window into the night. Hours later, she still had not returned,and Monica wondered if she should have told her parents.
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Present Day ...
Naboo
Surface: City of Opella
The house was dreary to an extreme - windows were shuttered , doors were closed, walls had old tapestries, faded, or perhaps, upon closer look, scrawled over. The woman led Mara and Nevylinn through the narrow hallway to a dining room, before taking a seat. She said nothing to them, only glancing down at the table and softly mumbling to herself. Mara glanced over at Nevylinn and both looked back at the woman, alarmed, cautious, curious. There was no other sound but the mumbling, a good five minutes before she looked up.
"You - who are you? No, wait. You've told me already. No! You haven't! You are looking for Monica ..."
Mara interjected at this point "we are looking for information about Monica"
The woman let out a tilted smirk, cocking her head at Mara. "of course. You wouldn't be looking FOR Monica. She was killed by HIM years ago"
"You know about her death?"
"Of course - it was by the abomination"
Mara and Nevylinn knew full well who had been responsible for the death of Monica Greyson - Alexander Winton - and that he had been referred to as an abomination, at least according to one interpretation of the Persephonea Prophesy. But this woman, calling him that - maybe it was a clue they were looking for.
"You called him the abomination"
"Yes - abomination. WINTON" She screamed out the last word, then glanced down at the table, mumbling again, her hand tracing along a line in the wood.
Nevylinn tried interceding, reaching out to touch the woman's hand, but upon contact, the woman cringed back.
"Who are you? What do you want? Go away!"
She had a look of terror on her face, glancing frantically between Mara and Nevylinn.
"Maybe we can help you"
"Help me? No... no one can help me ... Nothing can stop it. Repeat, repeat, repeat. Always in my head. Always, always. Alone but never alone."
"In your head - you mean you see visions? You see the prophesy"
"Curses. Curses. Always four. Repeat repeat eternal fight. No!! Don't bring it here!"
The woman rose from her seat, knocking over the chair and dashing out of the room. Nevylinn was about to follow when Mara grabbed her arm.
"No, wait - we need .. we need a better plan to reach out to her. I think she might be the key we've been looking for - but if we go about this the wrong way ... she might crack"
"If she hasn't already"
TBC
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((Changes made based on recalculating the timeline. Incident was 46 years ago, and closer to Episode II than to Episode I))
46 years ago ...
The bass is pumping a strong beat as Elle Greyson approaches the club. Shining colored lights briefly escape past the entranceway along with the music before rotating back inward. Beside Elle are two of her best clubbing friends, and though officially too young for entrance - 15 is really too young for ANYTHING, Elle could hear her parents saying - they had learned that with just the right amount of makeup, the right amount of flirty smiles, and the right hint of suggestive clothing, even the no-nonsense bouncers at the entrance wouldn't look too closely at the IDs they had managed to procure (and wasn't that an adventure!)
Elle slipped out her ID, offering a shy grin to the man who glanced at it, then back at her, then back at the ID. He handed her back the card and waved her in.
"Thanks"
Inside, the music was even louder - Elle could actually feel the bass reverberating through her body. Those around her and her friends were bouncing up and down, grinding together and apart. Elle's green eyes scanned the room slowly, carefully.
Her friend grabbed her shoulder.
"You looking for him again, Elle?"
Elle turned to her friend.
"So what if I am"
"I'm not sure if he's right for you.Plus, he's just a mechanic"
Elle rolled her eyes, "first of all, quit sounding like my sister - really, quite the buzz kill. And second of all, he's not just a mechanic. He's a genius engineer working for the galaxy-wide Trade Federation."
Now it was her friend's turn to roll her eyes, "whatever, Ells. He's older than you, and he's only on Naboo for the short contract, and then poof, he's gone. No room for romance, just to get what he needs outa you and bam, that's it."
"Now you are definitely sounding like my sister. You two - you have fun. I'm gonna see if I can find him"
The friends sighed as Elle weaved her way through the throngs of dancing couples, away from them.
Elle loved her friends - they did almost everything together - but there was something so exciting about ditching even them, about spending time with an off-worlder.
After the Trade Federation seige of Naboo, nearly 10 years ago, the organization had been effectively banned from Naboo, an edict strongly enforced by then Queen Amidala. When Amidala became senator, there were entreaties to allow Federation surrogates to begin trading with Nubians once again, and the new queen hesitantly and cautiously began allowing visitors. Notwithstanding Senator Amidala's misgivings, many on the planet appreciated the new business ventures and were actively pursuing even more Federation presence on the planet.
Most importantly to Elle, it meant off-worlders were constantly visiting the city. And one had caught her eye. She smiled as she saw him, sitting in the back corner of the club. She drew closer to his table, and he turned his head toward her, immediately returning her smile. He was young and handsome, short, jet black hair, deep-sea-blue eyes, chiseled features. He wore a fairly standard black jumpsuit, but on one arm, a handful of gadgets were sewn into the garment. She finally was close enough that she could hear him, despite the loud music.
"Hey, Elle. It's good to see you again"
Elle blushed.
"It's good to see you too, Medivh"
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Present Day ...
Naboo
Surface: City of Opella
They had given the woman time to calm down and return, but when she didn't reappear, Mara and Nevylinn grew concerned. Together, they moved quietly through the house and up the stairs to the second floor. There, they could hear mumbling, only louder than before, and as they drew closer to the bedroom door, the words became clearer
"repeat, repeat eternal fight ..."
"the two have joined as one in light ..."
"abomination killed again ..."
"murder, cold blood, one once called friend ..."
Mara's left hand reached down to touch her blaster as her right hand opened the door before them.
Inside, Mara and Nevylinn saw a disturbing sight - The walls, originally a light-colored plaster, had painted symbols all over them.
"hieroglyphics" nevylinn whispered
There was one wall that was still not covered, and there they found the woman with a black pen, scribbling new hieroglyphs on the wall. The woman's eyes were not the green it was when they first saw her - they were deep, dark pools of black, a darkness both Mara and Nevylinn had seen before.
But this woman was not a sith, far from it ...
"Can we help you, please"
The woman didn't hear them , kept drawing her drawings.
Mara finally dared to approach, placing a hand on the woman's shoulders.
"aaahhh!!" The woman screamed toward Mara, then collapsed on the ground. Her eyes closed, and she was sobbing.
"Please, let us help you ..."
The woman shook her head, briefly opening her now once again green eyes before closing them again.
"No one can help me. No one can help anyone .... it's too late. The curse has returned. Repeat repeat ... that's the line.
Until one wins, the dark or light ...
repeat, repeat eternal fight
Will shape the course of galaxy
A FOURsome they will always be
Bound by blood, their destiny
Offspring of young Persephone"
Mara and Nevylinn stared at each other "you've heard those words ... what you just said"
"I never stop hearing them. It's my curse. It's your curse. You know those words too. Of course you do - jedi, or whatever you are. But you cannot stop it. Even while you were here, the curse began to repeat"
"Repeat - what do you mean"
"The lights ... they have joined ... they have ... joined"
"The lights ..."
The woman didn't wait for them to analyze "and the dark one ... the daughter ... she killed ... she killed an innocent. The final piece, she doesn't even see it yet, how that one act, that one thing sealed her fate. Sealed the fate of the galaxy. The fight will continue, repeat, repeat"
"When you say the dark one... she killed ... you mean .."
The woman looked up at them incredulously. "you know who the four are - anyone who has heard the prophesy, anyone who has seen it in action - knows who the four are. Who the light is. Who the dark is. The light - Patten, Masterton. The dark - Gellar, Winton. There is only one of the four who is the daughter of the darkness. Who else could I mean, but my own niece, my own flesh and blood, and third child of the abomination - Dahlia Winton"
TBC
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46 years ago ...
She was enthralled by him, this mysterious offworlder. The two of them sat in the back corner, and to Elle, the rest of the club, loud as it was, faded away. She couldn't help but staring at him, and every time he smiled at her, she melted all over again.
Their conversation covered everything - his interest in biotech, her studies (which she kept as vague as possible, hiding her age from him), Nubian politics, galactic politics. He had ordered two of some drink that she was sipping, making her head swim, all the while, wondering if he felt as infatuated with her as she did with him.
It was after they both shared their second drink that he leaned forward, placing his hand on top of hers. Goosebumps.
"I don't know about you, but I'm getting tired of this place - you want to head out?"
Of course she nodded.
It was getting late, but as long as she made it home by sunrise, her parents would never know. Her sister would never tell. And she would be fine. She felt safe with him, though she had no good reason to.
He grabbed her hand in his and led her out the back door, where the noise became quieter. They were distinctly alone as they began walking down a side street, and she felt giddy with her hand in his warm one. She leaned her head on his shoulder and he chuckled.
"You know, I think you might have had too much to drink"
It might have been the first patronizing thing he'd ever said to her, but that feeling of bliss was suddenly replaced by anger, and she pulled away from him.
"Excuse me? who do you think you are, telling me I've had too much. I'm old enough that I can make my own choices, I don't need you or anyone protecting me. I can decide for myself what I want to do."
And in that moment, with the alcohol still hot in her veins, staring at him, she knew exactly what she wanted to do. She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressed her lips hard against his own.
She hadn't told him how old she was - that might make him reject her - but in that moment, she knew that tonight, they were a perfect fit, destined to be together.
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Present Day ...
Naboo
Surface: City of Opella
They did not for one moment question it - Elle Greyson was insane.
And at the same moment, they also did not question that everything she was saying was true. She had never met Dahlia, had never had a chance to meet her, and as far as they knew, Dahlia never met her. And yet she knew her, knew who she was, what she was, a confirmation of everything they suspected.
"Do you know who she killed?" It might not have been the most delicate question, or the one most appropriate for the moment, fragile as Ella was. But curiosity, or perhaps fear, motivated it out of Mara's mouth.
Elle Greyson was shaking again, though not crying, which perhaps made the spectacle more unsettling. Her hand looked like it was itching for the pen, ready to scribble more hieroglyphs on the wall. At the question, she settled a moment, looking up at them.
"A friend - a close friend, a confidant. One she had already hidden her secret from, but most importantly - it was someone Dahlia loved, held dear to her heart."
The shakes returned, and Nevylinn pulled Mara from the room.
"If it's true ... Mara, the sith. The sith believe that in order to obtain their power, they must commit a sacrifice, a true, personal sacrifice, destroying something important, treasured, to their former self. The ability to detach that emotional connection is said to trigger the final phase into the darkness"
"So your saying Dahlia is now an evil sith, forever?"
"I don't know that for sure - but if she was able to do this, we can be sure that she would have no qualms killing her enemies. Even if those enemies are family"
Mara nodded, glancing away for a moment, as her thoughts turned to another piece of the puzzle.
"What is it?"
"She said the lights have joined ..."
"The prophesy always said there were two dark and two light. The dark, Winton, Gellar"
Mara nodded, finishing the thought, "and the light, Patten and Masterton. Riley and Gemma. She said Riley and Gemma were joined ..."
Nevylinn offered a sympathetic smile.
"I wouldn't think about it too much"
"He's too young"
"He's seventeen, Mara. And from what I saw of them, they are clearly in love"
"I thought the jedi disapproved of relationships"
Nevylinn nodded again, "we do - but we also aren't exactly in a position to stop them, are we? Gemma is important - more important than I think any of us realize. We need her as much as she needs us, and we cannot afford to alienate anyone else with old rules of attachment."
Mara sighed, choosing to let Riley's relationship - or at least, the prophetic mention of it - be put in the back of her thought processes. Dahlia was the important one.
"So what now?"
"We still don't know enough about the prophesy. And if Dahlia is as powerful, as dangerous as the vision shows, we need to be able to stop her"
Nevylinn walked back into the room to speak with Greyson, while Mara stared at the door. Dahlia might be dangerous. But wasn't Karen? Hadn't Mara been able to reach Karen, save her from the darkness?
Wasn't the enemy really the one who pushed Dahlia that way. Adubell.
Shouldn't they focus on her instead?
Or perhaps that was one demon even Nevylinn wasn't ready to face.
TBC
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46 years ago ...
Sweaty skin. Tangled sheets.
She barely registered the layout of the apartment. Her focus was solely on him.
He was not her first, but in that moment, it felt like an entirely new experience. She lay next to him, still feeling the heat radiating off of him - off of both of them, eyes fluttering closed. She knew she had to be back home before her parents found her missing, but it was still early (enough), and more importantly, she felt like she never wanted to break this connection, drifting off to sleep with a sigh of contentment.
Persephone ...
Her body stirred, but she did not wake, her face creasing as a feeling of unease filled her dreams, some hidden secret unlocked
Elle she was running through what appeared to be a tunnel.
A dark tunnel, with no end.
Around her, words, images, symbols flew back and forth, making no sense.
She could hear a woman, crying out loud, the sounds of labor, new babies crying - but no sign of its source
Ahead, she saw beams of light, red, blue,green, clashing against each other, and as she drew closer, they were seen to be lightsabers, but before she could see who held them, they vanished.
And then, amidst the chaos of the dream, that whispered word again
Persephone
Elle woke with a start, sweat pouring - like earlier, but this time, it didn't have any resemblance to the blissful exhaustion of earlier. She was breathing heavy too. Beside her, Medivh was still sleeping, bare chest rising and falling rhythmically, undisturbed by her waking.
She shook her head. Silly Elle. It was just a dream. She laughed at herself for getting so worked up so easily, Then glanced out the window, where she could see the dark of night was starting to fade into morning.
Damn.
She rushed out of the bed, stumbling around to pick up discarded articles of clothing, writing a hastily scribbled note to Medivh "I had to go. Call me" before running, hoping to beat the sun - and her parents - to her bedroom, halfway across town.
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Present Day ...
Naboo
Surface: City of Opella
"Miss Greyson"
"Please, call me Elle"
Mara looked over at Nevylinn, then back at Ele
"Ok. Elle. These drawings. These heiroglyphs. We've seen something like them before"
She nodded in response.
"My sister. She probaby drew them. Or created them. But there were others. Others who saw the prophesies, or worshipped those who had. Surprising legions of humans and non-humans alike. Monica never even knew how much she was worshipped. Well, maybe she knew, but not like that"
"Worshipped?"
"I've seen them - the creatures - they call themselves the Voss-Ra. Frightening, utterly monsterous, barbaric. They worshipped Alexander Winton, and now they worship Dahlia. But that was because Alex was able to manipulate them. What they truly worshipped. It was the prohesy. It was an entire religion to them. And others. Alex used it to become powerful. Him and Med ..."
Elle began to shake again
"Elle ..."
Her tremors grew worse as she continued to speak
"Med ... I remember. .. so vividly ...it was magic ... I was .... I couldn't..ttt... get enough ... I felt..ttttt.... a connection ... that's how it started ... thats how it all st ... stt... stttt.....ar ...ttt...ed"
The fit grew worse, Elle's shaky hand grabbing the pen, as she shook her head from side to side, beginning to scribble more images.
"nevv...err..... endssss..."
TBC
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46 years ago ...
Elle could hardly pay attention in class, her pen doodling idly around the handful of notes about mathematics, blah, blah blah. She was busy thinking about Medivh.
It was several days after their first encounter, and they had already spent several nights together. No longer any pretense of spending time at the club. Nights at his apartment, alcohol on their breaths. Longing kisses, roving hands, ecstacy. She kept having the same dream, kept trying to see who was holding the lightsabers, waking up, frightened, and then trying to put it aside. She would have to, if she wanted to keep seeing him, and she DEFINITELY wanted to keep seeing him.
"Elle! pay attention!" The sound of the teacher woke her from her reverie, and she looked up.
"Yes, Ms. Leighton?"
"Unless you want to end up a useless bum, I suggest you stop daydreaming and stop scribbling. What are you drawing anyways?"
Before she could respond, the teacher stomped over to her, grabbed her paper and lifted it up.
"What is this nonsense?"
She tossed the paper down in front of Elle, who looked down at it, embarrassed at first, "it's. .."
Then she felt her breath catch. She wasn't doodling hearts, or her name next to Medivh, the type of thing she thought she had been scribbling. There on the page were some of the very same symbols she had seen in her dream, odd hieroglyphs.
"I ... really don't know ..."
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Present Day ...
Naboo
Surface: City of Opella
It was hours before Elle's most recent fit had ended, the wall the most obvious casualty, marked with fresh ink, fresh images.
"Elle, can you tell us what they mean"
She was still whimpering, tears in her eyes, but she nodded her head.
"Some"
"Can you translate them for us? In English?"
"Please don't make me"
"We need you to, Elle. We need to find a way to end it all"
A long pause, then she took her pen, a shaky hand grabbing paper and beginning to write, a symbol and then a word, a symbol and then a word. For as long as she could until she broke down again.
TBC
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46 years ago ...
All good things come to an end. With relations between the Trade Federation separatist faction and the Nubian led loyalists, the Federation representatives on Naboo were given orders to leave
Elle clung to Medivh after their last night together. She didn't care about school, or what her parents thought. She wanted to leave with him. She felt so connected to him. It had been almost six months together, and she couldn't imagine it ending. Their being together was destiny.
In the last few nights, she had divulged to him about the strange dreams she had been having, and Medivh, for his part, was comforting.
Now, in this last moment, she was begging him.
"Please, can I go with you"
Medivh sighed, running a finger along Elle's cheek.
"i wish you could - but the Federation isn't taking too kindly to Nubians right now. You could get hurt. And I don't know where they are sending me."
"Wherever it is, you'll make a name for yourself. You'll be great, powerful. You can set your own rules. You can take me with you"
"Someday ... someday, I may even rule the Trade Federation. I'd certainly do better than those idiot Neimodians. But until then, if they knew you were with me. You'd be a hostage, a liability. I can't"
The next morning, she had walked with him to his shuttle, holding him tight until he boarded the ramp. She stared at the vessel as it grew smaller and smaller, farther and farther away. She felt sick. Utterly sick, like her soul was being pulled from her. She collapsed to the ground, wretching over the ground where the shuttle had stood. Weak, tired, heartbroken.
Security had to help her leave, she felt so weak, and when she got home, Monica was there, ever stern and disapproving, but with a look of concern.
"Elle ... you ... you don't look too good. I think maybe you should go to the doctor"
"I'll be fine. I just need some water"
Elle made her way to the kitchen, then steadied herself against the table.
"Maybe you're right"
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Present Day ...
Naboo
Surface: City of Opella
While Elle Greyson was busy translating between fits of madness, Mara and Nevylinn activated the holo news, only to find that the Republic was, literally, falling apart. With reports that Gemma Masterton was now a terrorist, on the run from the law. And Garron was with her. There was an increased sense of urgency, increased sense of foreboding.
What was happening to the galaxy?
And would Elle be able to help them fix it before everything was swallowed in darkness?
TBC
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46 years ago ...
The doctor gave a stern, disapproving look at Elle throughout the examination, doing all the normal checkup things- shining light in her eyes, ears, mouth, asking where it hurts, checking reflexes, taking a urine sample, checking blood pressure.
Monica had gone with her, making sure she got there safely, especially with all of the vomitting, Elle had been weak and probably dehydrated. The doctor disappeared to test the urine sample, leaving Elle and Monica alone.
"I don't think the doctor is going to find anything. Monica, I think I'm just heartsick. I never thought I would feel so connected to"
"To a fling? The federation guy probably wasn't looking for anything serious, Elle"
A few tears escaped from Elle's eyes. She wiped them away.
"I wasn't either, Mon. At least, not at first. But when we were ... when we were together, there was just this feeling, this connection"
"They say women get emotionally attached during sex. I warned you about being careful"
"No, it wasn't like that. It was ... it felt like destiny"
"There's no such thing as destiny, Elle. Everyone just makes their own choices, and they suffer the consequences of their actions."
Just then, the doctor returned, his disapproving look possibly more so than before.
"Well, Miss Greyson, I think I've figured out what the problem is"
Elle and Monica turned to the doctor, Elle lifting her head hopefully.
"So what's wrong with me?"
"It seems, Miss Greyson, that you are pregnant"
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Present Day ...
Naboo
Surface: City of Opella
Elle Greyson was sitting, crying in her room when Mara and Nevylinn went to check on her. Her hands were stained in ink, and the paper was covered in scribbles. Mara gently plucked the paper away as Nevylinn offered her a comforting shoulder pat.
Mara was looking over the words and images, carefully.
"it's a prophesy"
Nevylinn glanced up "the persephonea prophesy?"
"No ... well, maybe? it's ... I think its older ...
It was clear some words were missing or unclear, but the gist of the prophesy was apparent:
"Bound by blood, their destiny
Offspring of young Persephone
Found has been a power old
Never 'fore the secret told
__________________________
The ripples now have just begunned
FOUR won't see their mother's face
Separated by stars and space
FOUR names will be their own to take
and separate paths they each will make
The eldest boy shall keep the name
_________________________
Daughter one will heal and save
_________________________
Daughter two ________________
be strong and fierce with power lust
Daughter three, idealist dear
_________________________
These FOUR will span the galaxy
Till brought again to destiny
________________________
The FOUR will be their tightest bound
Two of light and two of dark
the contrasts forever stark
________________________
Their names whispered on every breath
And whence the FOUR all die in vain
This truth will hold yet again:
Master of darkness, rules beside
Daughter of darkness, his deadly bride
Eternity theirs, with one exception
A child born of light's conception
___________________________
___________________________
And darkness will consume the light
Defeat the enemies of night
Body's weakness, mortality
__________________________
The light can end in triumph too
By breaking up the darkest two
____________________________
So only memory recalls the same
Until one wins, the dark or light
Repeat, repeat eternal fight
Will shape the course of galaxy
A FOURsome they will always be
Bound by blood, their destiny
Offspring of young Persephone"
Beneath those words, a hastily drawn chart, that looked like it too needed deciphering, but showing that all four families - Winton, Masterton, Patten, Gellar - had at one point or another been connected withdescendants of one woman.
Persephone.
TBC
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46 years ago ...
"Little Whore!"
"Good for nothing slut!"
"Federation trash!"
Some of the language that Monica and Elle's father used to describe her. Monica had insisted that Elle tell their parents, that there was simply no way to get through this without their support. But the Greyson's were an upstanding family, held in high regard in Nubian society. Royalty, not withstanding the democratic world they lived on. and their father was not a forgiving soul, especially if scandal would smear the family name.
Their mother was less colorful in her language, perhaps more willing to listen, but silent in the face of their father's rage. Elle ran to her room in tears, only to run back to the bathroom to vomit yet again.
She could hear the voices downstairs, the screaming and yelling, mostly from her father.
"Monica, how could you let her go off with that federation scum?"
"I've been focusing on my studies - just like YOU wanted me to. I'm trying to make sure I end up right where I'm supposed to. I don't have time to chase down my little sister"
Their mother piped in.
"And this at the same time the school has been calling - they say her grades have been dropping, that she's not paying attention in class, doodling nonsense instead of ..."
Elle was trying to listen, but the room felt like it was spinning, more so than ever, and what she saw, instead of the walls of the refresher, were stone covered walls, lit with torches, hieroglyphs circling around her.
"No ... make it stop. ... make it stop ..."
***
It was sometime later they found her passed out on the floor of the refresher, mumbling under her breath.
"per ... per ... persephone .... offspring ... four ..."
She was sweating, delirious, and her sister, mother and father looked down on her, a mix of concern and cold contempt.
It was their mother who spoke, watching her.
"What do we do now?"
"We take her out of school - make some excuse, keep her home so no one finds out." Their father had made the decision. "Between the pregnancy and these ... fits ... no, no one can see her. We'll have the doctor make house calls for her. When that thing she is carrying comes out, then we will decide what to do with this ... whore."
That ended the conversation, their father walking away to his business, their mother following soon after, Monica with a frown on her face, grabbing a wash cloth and dabbing some water on Elle's forehead as she tossed and turned in her fit.
"What have you gotten yourself into, sis?"
3 months later ...
Elle was in her room.
Alone.
Like every other day.
Her father had bolted the windows shut and now even kept her door locked when they weren't home. She knew that at first, her friends had called or stopped by, trying to find out what happened to her, but the family stone walled, and those attempts became fewer and fewer. Elle no longer had access to the comm either.
She had once attempted to connect with Medivh, off-world, on some unknown task. But her father had cut the line before she could tell him that he would be a father. That led to a smack to her face, one that left a bruise on her cheek.
The doctor came to visit once a week, making sure she and the baby were healthy. Or rather, healthy enough.
The isolation was getting to her. She tried visiting the holonet, but her father had cut that off as well, making sure she could not connect to the outside world. She tried reading, but there was only so much one could read. She began talking to her stuffed animals, steady, silent companions from her childhood. But the silence was deafening.
And the dreams were becoming worse. More vivid, more closely together. Coming as often by day as by night now. She would wake and not remember where she had been or what she was doing before it started.
Parts of her wall began having those images on it, the ones she dreamed of, and her hands would have black ink on them.
Her father came in one day seeing the marks and in a rage, had the entire room repainted a bland beige color to cover it up.
All the while, her stomach grew. There had been no word on what would happen when the baby was born - what would her family do with her, with the baby. She feared, more and more, for its life.
Monica, for her part, was no help. She too began to withdraw from Elle, focusing on her own responsibilities, making sure not to incur the wrath of their father.
Elle was in her room.
Alone.
Crying.
Like every other day.
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Present Day ...
Naboo
Surface: City of Opella
Using some of the sketches that Elle had prepared, Mara and Nevylinn had managed to put together a brief tree that included key characters they knew, and how they fit in with some that they didn't. There were still many, many gaps, but it was helpful to lay it all out:
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Almost 30 years ago ...
A series of huge monitors were lit up against the far wall. On one, data was streaming, scrolling downward at a rapid pace. On the one next to it, a three-dimension image of a DNA strand, floated in a spiraling formation, tiny yellow dots appearing and disappearing along its helixes, corresponding to the data on the opposite monitor.
Along the side walls of the room, a variety of laboratory and computer equipment. Of note, a beaker encased with a specimen of blood was housed in a cylindrical scanning device, a small probe dipping down into the beaker and letting out small flashes of LED-like lighting displays.
Sitting quietly, watching the monitors, were two men. One with dark hair, one with red. Both young, full of life, and above all things, ambitious.
The dark haired man spoke first, "You did well with acquiring the sample, Alexander. It has exactly what we were looking for"
"It has the enzyme?"
"Oh, absolutely. And, in abundance. I have seen traces before, but nothing like the Gellar child possesses. And it is more complex as well"
The darker haired man rose moving over to the monitors and pointing.
"The enzyme, by itself, is able to do the work for us - it's communicating with every part of the DNA strand, and allows the matching respondent in the GURI program. I've already begun developing the prototype droid, and will begin testing the program on it soon."
"I'm sure you already have a name for this creation ..."
"That I do. Phage"
"It has a nice ring to it"
"Of course - and I'm sure it will stand for something, eventually"
"What kind of droid are you going to base it on? A protocol?"
The dark-haired man shook his head
"It's a myth that protocols are the smartest droids, with the highest capacity. Clone-Wars technology developed a far superior droid, and one that has the capacity to perform a variety of functions in a way a 3P0 unit or other protocol would not be able to. I've already moved to acquire MagnaCorp from it's surviving ownership. The IG-100 will be perfect"
Alexander stood now, smirking
"A bit risky, don't you think so, Medivh? I believe they developed a droid that eventually turned on its creators, slaughtered them, and became an assassin droid?"
Medivh turned to face Alexander
"The greater the risk, the greater the reward. When this works, we will be immortal. Indestructible"
"Just remember I provided you with the key, Medivh"
"Just remember that I'm building the door, Alexander"
TBC
36 years ago ...
"Why is it that you care so much about immortality?"
Alexander looked up from the computer screen, over to Medivh.
"who wouldn't want to live forever? It's an absurd question, Medivh. YOU want it - YOU know why you want to live forever."
Medivh shrugged, "If I die, I won't have a legacy. Better that my legacy be my own self preservation"
"I guess you don't believe in that whole nonsense that our children are our legacy, are what makes us immortal" Alexander laughed contemptously.
"I'll refrain from telling your wife you suggested that.
Medivh shook his head, glancing away, out toward the viewport of the orbital laboratory they were on.
"Truth be told, I never really thought about having children"
"Never found the love of your life?"
"Well, I wouldn't say that"
Alexander perked up.
"Wow, a side of the viceroy I've never seen before - love - ha! Well who was it?"
"i'm surprised you don't know"
Alexander shook his head
"How would I know about your love life, Medivh?"
Medivh turned back to Alexander with a strange expression, then blinked, with a shrug of his own.
"I suppose I assumed an intelligence guru such as yourself knew everything about me. But it doesn't matter. We were separated because of the war. And when I went back to find her, I was told she was dead. She had died in childbirth. Along with my child."
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10 years earlier (46 years ago ...)
The contractions had been unpleasant to begin with, but they were growing stronger, harsher. Elle's breathing was labored. sweat was pouring down, her head was swimming. She couldn't explain how she knew, but somehow, she knew that the visions she was having were somehow tied to the baby. Well, to the baby, and to Medivh. The flashes had started when she had first slept with him, and grown stronger with the pregnancy.
Would they end when she gave birth? Was the child the fulfillment of some prophesy?
She didn't have enough chance to think about it. Thinking had been so hard throughout this terrible, isolated, sickening pregancy, the isolation and the constant flashes into darkness. Her room constantly smelled like fresh paint, which made her gag, but were the result of her father constantly covering up the markings she drew on the wall.
Labor was WORSE and finally she collapsed onto the ground amidst cries for help, before blacking out ...
...
Elle woke to the harsh light of the hospital. Still groggy, feeling sore. Feeling empty. She tried lifting her hands to her belly, only to find her arms had been strapped down.
"We had to tie you down, Ms. Greyson. You were thrashing during the procedure"
Her voice was slurred slightly as she responded.
"Procedure?"
"The emergency c-section. You were already hemorrhaging blood, and had lost consciousness."
"c-section ..."
She was still processing the doctor's words slowly, before something clicked, and her eyes went wide.
"the baby?"
The doctor looked away from her for a moment at something or someone unseen. His face looked nervous and he took a deep breath.
"Where is my baby?"
The doctor looked down at her.
"I'm sorry Ms. Greyson. We did everything we could. The baby didn't make it"
Elle could feel her whole world collapsing. She had endured all of that ... and the child, her child, didn't make it. She felt herself hyperventilating, the room beginning to swirl again around her as blackness returned.
THe doctor shook his head, moving to the monitor at Elle's side.
"I told you this could happen. Lying to a patient"
Elle's father shook his head
"It's for the best. She needs to return to her life"
"I'm not sure if you see your daughter - she isn't returning. In fact, I think believing her son dead will make her spiral even further."
"The bastard was not coming into my house."
The doctor looked angry but defeated as he continued checking Elle's vital signs.
All of a sudden, they heard her speak, but her voice sounded deeper, almost gutteral.
"Bound by blood, their destiny
offspring of Persephone
Connections you may try to hide
But destiny makes their souls collide
The time will come when machinations
Bring about abominations
Exile bastard, for your name
But children never be the same
You cannot stop the destiny
of offspring of Persephone"
Her father and the doctor looked down on Elle, whose body had been rigid as she spoke, now as she sunk into a deep slumber.
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Present Day ...
The family tree they had drawn confirmed their suspicions that the four were all related by a common ancestor, a woman named Persephone. What was startling however was the Greyson family. Monica had married Alexander, and Elle had apparently had child from Medivh. Alexander was obviously a Winton, but Medivh's ancestry had been hidden until Elle's prophesies and hieroglyphs had shown that he too was a descendant. And both ended up with Greyson's?
"Elle - who was Lord Allec Greyson?"
She smiled sadly, though everyone was relieved her shakes had subsided, for now.
"I never used to care about family lineage - but now it seems like the only thing I can handle. Ever since my son died in childbirth ... Medivh's son, died in childbirth ... I ... I became obsessed with it. I shattered. I tried to understand what had happened to me, how I became so messed up. So I delved into our family history. Maybe I was somehow related to Medivh, and it was some weird side-effect of marrying a cousin I didn't know about.
Apparently not - but I did learn that Lord Allec Greyson fell in love and married a jedi who was sent here. She apparently was originally some type of archivist or librarian with the jedi, but was sent away from them.
I've taken some comfort in learning that she actually had blackouts of her own, though not as severe as mine. I think she carried the prophesy. The original prophesy. And she passed it on to her children, and their children.
I think when I became pregnant with Medivh's baby ... I think it set the prophesies in motion somehow. That's why I became... the way I am. And the funny thing is I still miss him. Even knowing what happened to me ... I don't think I could ever resist being with him. I felt complete with him. Drawn to him. I really do believe it was fate that brought us together."
Mara nodded her head, and Nevylinn offered a pat on Elle's shoulder.
"I think you might be right. It was fate - but now, the only question is - what was it about these four families - or, specifically, about Persephone and her four children, that was so special that it changed the course of the galaxy's destiny?"
TBC
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“Give me all the things
That we’re afraid to talk about.
I’ve been waiting for my heart to break
I’ve got this blood on my hands
I’ve got this blood on my hands.”
-August 08
(40 years ago)
Naboo
Surface: Opella
Although the intent was for Elle to resume her life, the visions ensured that life would be nowhere near normal. After her outburst in the hospital, babbling things they thought were nonsense, she was deemed a liability. This was especially true for her sister as Monica Greyson had been put forward as a potential Monarch of Naboo. Her father acted swiftly, fabricating the information that would allow for Monica’s ascent. So, Elle was locked away in the house in Opella, and Monica became Queen of Naboo. The family told everyone Elle was dead. In a way, she felt she died the night her child did and so her father made it real. As real as the records in a system can be.
Elle was in that house.
Alone.
Like every other day.
The visions tormented her, bending time into a meaningless construct but Medivh and their dead son were never far from her thoughts. Grief collapsed into rage and resentment as she felt she had been punished for loving him. Yet there was nothing she could do. The visions made her weak and she spent the days drawing, weeping, and mourning. Outside the house, the years passed, and, after her rule had ended, the former Queen discovered her. Elle was furious but Monica swore she believed her sister had died. Elle knew that even if that had been true, it was her selfishness that blinded her from ever questioning it. She accepted Elle’s death and moved on.
Monica pleaded to let her make it right and reveal their parents for the villains they were but Elle refused. Alexander Winton was already courting her sister, someone their parents believed would make an excellent partner for their daughter. Who was she to dispute that when Monica cared so little for her and saw no reason to doubt the motives of their wicked parents?
Why fight a fate she deserved?
Elle demanded that she leave and never return. Monica beseeched her to reconsider but Elle grabbed her arm. When her fingers came to rest along the delicate skin of her wrist, Monica’s eyes darkened into pools of blackness as she is shown a flood of images among searing, jagged flashes:
a girl leaping from a tower, a glowing planet fractured in a silent pulse, flesh pulled tightly over the metal frame of an arm, a capital ship plunging into a station, the fringes of a pink dress stained dark with blood, rows of bodies in liquid chambers, a crown placed upon crimson hair
Gasping violently, Monica reels back against the wall sputtering.
“What…what was that?”
Elle smiles, “You will see.”
*
Present Day (1.3 years ago from the current story and characters)
The tremors return and Elle closes her eyes.
“Poor, poor Persephone.”
“Who was she, Elle?”
“More than she appeared to be. She was not the daughter of Coruscanti merchants but adopted by them. At first, I could not understand why I saw the great palace and tried to match my drawings to galactic databases with no result. However, that was because it no longer existed, as the Iron Citadel is now found only in the legends of Empress Teta which is where Persephone was born."
Mara glances at Nevylinn, “Does this place have meaning to you?”
“Only in the context of the Great Sith War which I am sensing is not a coincidence. Elle, how did you come to discover this?”
She coughs violently, wiping at the corner of her mouth with a cloth flecked with crimson. Elle closes it into her fist, swallows weakly, and continues.
“I have nothing but time, money, and this strange affliction. The least I could do is follow the path to the beginning. What you must understand is this has always been about the Sith as their machinations are tangled in both actions and outcomes with how the prophecy played out. Probabilities, even in fate, can be skewed. Winton knew this as the Sith did before him.”
Elle pauses, conjuring the strength to finally expel these thoughts from the prison of her being.
“The Tetan legacy was rebuilt after the Holy Crusades of the Great Sith War. While the Keto’s restored the system to its unified glory, fragments of the Krath society remained and infiltrated various segments of the population to sow discord and influence with those in power.”
“How are they linked to Persephone?”
“Princess Persephone, actually. She would have been the third and youngest daughter of Empress of Teta, Cysandria Keto, through an affair with the Director of the Mining Guild, Tenallus Aron Grey. Scandal and illegitimacy would have complicated matters as the crown and guild vied for increased power over the sector. Empress Cysandria intended to pass the child off as a legitimate heir but a jealous Grey instead decided to blackmail her to increase the guild’s authority.
After the Krath were pushed underground, the cult was contacted by a member of the remnants of the Brotherhood of the Sith, a mystic disciple of a sect known as the Voss-Ra who had seen a future that the child would bring to pass – the return of the Sith. It was a threat to Cysandria’s rule as well as the guild’s power. Krath loyalists on her court filled her head with these notions which she shared with Grey. They both chose power over revenge and liability and, though neither could bring themselves to kill her, decided to send the child away.”
The Voss-Ra.
This group is not unfamiliar to them and now it seems they play a larger role than first believed. According to Gemma, they had been there all along in her dreams and masquerading in plain sight. Now it clicks. It had begun with them and Winton, Medivh, and countless others in the past had leveraged pieces of their prophecy to further their own goals, no matter who they hurt in the process.
The time will come when machinations
Bring about abominations
“What happened to her?”
“When Persephone was born, doctors under the thrall of the Sith declared it stillborn and the kingdom mourned. Before the infant was sent to Coruscant, the Voss-Ra offered to perform a procedure, mystic sterilization of sorts to prevent the vision from coming to pass. She was to be raised barren in obscurity to protect the throne and guild. Persephone grew and married a Winton and the Empress never knew that sending her away is what sealed her fate.”
“If she was sterilized, how could she have been the mother of The Four?”
Elle reaches out. Mara and Nevylinn carefully laid her trembling body on the bed. She convulses suddenly and they have to hold her down. Minutes pass before it subsides. Mara notices the streak of blood coming from Elle’s left ear. She had been left here to endure this for years and the burden of the madness, it seems, had been killing her. She was doomed to see a future she could not prevent all because she had fallen in love with someone that held the capability to trigger forward motion on a long-dormant prophecy that never came to pass. Had the Voss-Ra interfered here as well? Perhaps Elle was the failsafe for Monica, given that a descendant had impregnated both. When Monica’s first two children – Alexia and Karen – proved viable, was Elle abandoned to this hell? Why was her suffering not ended when Monica assumed the visions?
When her eyes flutter open, Elle manages a smile.
“You should rest.”
“Not just yet,” she says hoarsely. “You need to know. Persephone’s condition was kindling for others to take advantage of. She could have no children, no one knew why, but the Sith whispered to a Jedi and turned him – a Jedi who fused biology and technology together in a way that could make the miracle of life within Persephone possible.”
Nevylinn gently dabs the sweat from Elle’s brow, locking eyes with her companion.
Mara ruminates grimly on the context. The conception of Persephone’s children laid the groundwork for Medivh’s research and Winton’s quest for immortality. Using the legacy gene to ignite the prophecy cost an untold amount of lives, more than any of them can possibly fathom. It also led to her very creation. There are so many seemingly unintentional outcomes that she begins to wonder how much the Tetan’s knew about this. They were never mentioned in any of the reports, stories, or iterations in the saga of The Four. Did anyone outside the Voss-Ra know or was it intentionally concealed? Empress Teta is a prestigious and wealthy Deep Core system which would have been both attractive and accessible to Alexander Winton during his days at the Imperial Security Bureau. It is also still under Imperial control. Winton could have hidden something there as he did in tactfully spreading his resurrection chambers throughout the galaxy. Something else comes to her.
“Did your sister know about this?”
Elle reflects on their last encounter all those years ago and winces. The bitterness she felt then gave way to pity and sorrow as time has worn on. So much time. Alone.
“Monica never knew how much like Cysandria she really was or how many others were almost in the same position if they had chosen…differently. Even with a hand on the controls, not every outcome can be guaranteed. It is the nature of fate, I suppose. That is why it took this long. It was not the first but it has the potential to be the last. Both, raised by another; it began with one born to royalty…and one born to royalty holds the power to end it.”
The light can end in triumph too
By breaking up the darkest two
“Dahlia and Dane must be kept apart."
“It is not that simple,” Elle sputters softly, the color draining further from her face. “Gellar is only…an instrument but if Winton ascends…the Sith will rise and the prophecy…fulfilled…”
She begins convulsing and writhes across the bed. Mara and Nevylinn do what they can but it is too late. When she finally comes to rest, blood leaks from her nose and ears, streaking down her cheeks in deep scarlet tears. Mara closes Elle’s eyes and Nevylinn lowers her head. Her body had given out and she was finally free.
They bury her in what was once a grand courtyard, surrounded by the lush native foliage come to reclaim the space. The storm had cleared to reveal a brilliant blue sky darkened only by Elle’s truth.
“You know what we must do.”
“I am not certain she cannot be redeemed. Karen was.”
“Karen Winton was not the third daughter born to a royal and raised by someone else.”
“Dahlia is not Persephone, Nevylinn.”
“If there is another way then I am willing to explore it but know this; the Sith cannot rise, Mara. There will be nothing left if they do.”
“Then we go to the source. The place where Elle said this all began.”
She nods and they collect their things before heading out to the hovercraft. The pristine condition clashes with the disarray of the estate but they are focused and leave the city far behind. Mercifully, their ship had not been discovered and they make work on a hasty escape with a course set for Empress Teta.
-TBC
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11 months ago ...
Hyperspace
Naboo had given Nevylinn and Mara many, many answers - and perhaps even more questions. They had traced the story of the four, the heritage and legacy and prophesy to Persephone, the very woman the better known prophesy was named after.
They KNEW so much, and yet, like most sith issues, the history went back further. The rise of the Galactic Empire and Palpatine were enough to tell anyone that sith had a knack for patience, despite their reputation for aggression.
Mara and Nevylinn were seeking answers, solutions. A way to stop the prophesy before it either came true - with the rise of darkness - or started a new cycle, requiring a new galactic fight between the forces of good and evil.
And so after leaving Elle Greyson, briefly the paramour of Medivh, finally at peace in death on Naboo, Mara and Nevylinn set off on the next step of their journey, to Empress Teta, in the deep core region of the galaxy.
The hyperspace journey was largely spent in a philosophical battle.
"The sith are evil. They must be stopped. Destroyed."
Mara was annoyed with Nevylinn's overly simplistic dogma. Mara herself had studied the force under the tutelage of a supposed sith - Dahlia Winton - and also with a jedi, Nevylinn herself. Karen, for her part, had a glamorous steel exterior when they first met. But in the end, Karen had sacrificed herself for the greater good. and it was Melanie who proved to be the more aggresive. Karen may have had a darkness inside her, but she had been redeemed.
Dahlia also had that darkness, instilled in her by none other than Nevylinn's twin Adubell. But Mara believed she could be redeemed as well.
"If we save Dahlia from falling, we can stop the cycle! We can save literally millions of lives!"
"Look at Dahlia! She's already taking the wrong path! And she won't care about the same things that saved Karen."
"She has three siblings"
"You mean adopted siblings. Their connection is artificial, temporary. Dahlia is dating the imperial liasion!"
"It's not black and white"
"Some things ARE black and white. Some things are yes or no, not maybe. The jedi code relies on being able to make those distinctions"
"Maybe that's the reason everyone hates the jedi and they are failing as an organization!"
Nevylinn blinked, stunned, and Mara immediately felt bad for the rebuke.
"Nevylinn, I'm -"
Nevylinn shook her head
"I'm going to go check the holo"
"Nev, wait"
But Nevylinn quickly exited the chamber toward the cockpit, leaving Mara to her thoughts. Mara glanced down to the saber attached to her side - a yellow blade, designed to cut through cortosis armor. It was unique, like her position. Connected to the force by the power of science, trained by both light and dark. She had been programmed as an infiltrator and a killer - but she had transformed herself into something more, something alive.
Mara was the definition of ambiguity. Of gray. She believed gray represented most of the galaxy. Quite contrary to the stark black vs white, dark vs light of the jedi.
Mara sighed. She hadn't meant to ridicule so harshly, but Nevylinn took the jedi too seriously, and it got in the way of creative thinking.
Mara sat down, crossing her legs and closing her eyes, letting herself drift toward her connection with the force.
Flash
She saw a battle, sabers clashing against each other, back and forth. One heavy handed grip on a green blade, one a dark blue, and one pink. The image of the sabers suddenly disappeared in a ball of black energy that exploded outward.
Then a voice: "D'CERA ..."
Loud screams before Mara heard her name called
"MARA!"
Mara opened her eyes to see Nevylinn with a frantic expression on her face.
"The holos ... they're saying ..."
Mara rose
"Saying what?"
"They're saying there was an explosion. On Hesperidium. At Boletheron Tower. They're saying Dahlia Winton died in the explosion"
TBC
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10 months ago ...
Empress Teta
When Nevylinn and Mara had left for Empress Teta, they had envisioned continuing their journey for answers and information, seeking to defeat Adubell, save the jedi, stabilize the galaxy. Their goals for young Dahlia Winton had differed, but they knew she was a key element of solving the puzzle, or at least, throwing out the puzzle.
By the time they arrived though, it seemed like everything had changed. Dahlia Winton was declared dead.
At first, neither of them truly believed it, skeptical that the reports were just a rumor. So they reviewed source after source after source. Mara hacked into official reports from Hesperidium, the Republic, and the Empire. All confirming that Dahlia had died in an explosion at Boletheron Tower. They were in disbelief.
That shock turned to worry as Mara scanned reports for another name ... Riley ...
His name did appear in some reports, but everything was speculative 'rumored', 'missing' 'unknown'. It provided Mara little comfort.
"We have to go back, we have to find them"
"There's nothing we can do for them. If they are alive... if they are dead. We aren't ready"
Mara turned to Nevylinn, eyes burning
"I'm ready enough. This was Adubell. She's trying to kill the four. Trying to kill Riley"
Nevylinn shook her head
"I don't believe that's what this was. My sister ... her plan is never so straight forward. She'd strike in the back with a knife, and be gone before the victim realized they were dying. This was too blunt an attack"
Mara was seething but looked down at the reports in front of them.
"The explosion is unexplained. This wasn't any accident"
"I don't believe it was either. But I think the witnesses might be hiding something - look"
The names of who witnesses the explosion were none surprising. All members of the four's inner circle of friends and associates. Dane Gellar among them.
"You think there was something they didn't tell the authorities?"
"I assume there was a lot they didn't tell the authorities."
"So Dahlia could be alive?"
"She was confirmed to be in the tower when it happened - but no body was found. Anything is possible. Plus, a sith can be a master of deception ..."
The doubts and confirmations circled in their conversations, as were their reliefs and disappointments.
Mara wanted Dahlia alive but believed her dead.
Nevylinn wanted Dahlia dead but believed her alive.
Conversations between the two often ended in a trailed off silence, a sign of the tension between the two colleagues. And so, they would go back to their work, not sure what else needed to be done.
Comm silence remained between them and the world they knew, out of necessity, but Mara was now checking the news reports on a regular basis, looking to see what new developments occurred in the galaxy. She wished she could reach out to Riley, let him know she was ok; make sure that HE was ok.
But she couldn't. Not yet. Not till the work was done.
Empress Teta was a world like Coruscant, almost entirely covered in a city-scape. A long time past, it had rivaled Coruscant as the central world of the galaxy, relying on its mining of carbonite and other minerals to create vast wealth. It had been home to a cult of sith-followers known as the Krath, who had, at one point, threatened the jedi and made war on the galaxy, before falling into defeat.
When Mara and Nevylinn arrived on Empress Teta, the world was a sort of anomaly - loosely affiliated with the galactic empire, but with enough political capital and independence that it was effectively run by the local mining guild. Emperor Schrag's flag was raised in the capital, but the planet itself had virtually no imperial presence. Mining Guild security, however, was heavy, and traffic into the system was monitored closely. Mara and Nevylinn claimed to be cargo-haulers, looking for work, and were allowed to land in an outlying district, but could not enter the capital city's main regions.
The layout reminded them both of Coruscant as it had been before it was destroyed, some three decades ago.
That, of course, had been another little bit of news for them. That Coruscant was somehow BACK. Astronomers around the galaxy were trying to explain what happened, but Nevylinn had her own theory.
"It was the sith ... they did it. Somehow. As a way to expand their influence"
Mara sighed.
"If it were up to you, every fault in the galaxy would be the sith's."
"The sith are evil"
"the sith are not the ONLY evil, Nevylinn. There are other dark powers in the galaxy. Greed and ambition predates the sith"
Nevylinn frowned but did not respond, another conversation ended in silence.
For the last month, Mara and Nevylinn had been spending much of their time trying to figure out where on the planet to go and HOW to get there. It had taken a fair bit of reconnaissance work, but they learned that the mining guild had, in the last decade, been taken over by a small group of secretive individuals. Individuals who were never seen by the public. The public, for their part, barely noticed, prospering with additional wealth.
Their searches found that about five years ago (((if my timing is correct))), the planet had been infused with huge sums of cash. Further digging found out the money entered the economy through one of the shell companies associated with -
"Dahlia Winton"
Mara was staring at the screen, matching up number by number.
"This was Trade Federation money. Remember when the Wheel was stolen, and Trade Federation assets seemed to disappear ... the money was split into hundreds of shell corporations. It looks like some of it was used to boost the economy, bolster the power of the new leadership."
Mara kept digging, "and it looks like they used those credits to buy a special mining project. It's been going on for about 5 years now."
Nevylinn came up behind Mara, glancing at the screen.
"Anything unusual about the project?"
"other than the timing? The location. The mining project was digging below the foundation of the capital palace. Digging in the city itself has been banned for over a millenia - mining was relegated to the far side of the planet, so as not to interfere with the lifestyle of the locals. Also, anyone who joins the mining team is forbidden from leaving the palace grounds. Ever"
"That does seem odd"
"And the project is still going on. How deep do you think they can dig, under an existing structure? There's something to that project that tells me its more."
"Then that's where we have to go. Into the capital palace. UNDER the capital palace. And hope it's not too late to find answers"
TBC
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9 months ago ...
Empress Teta
Knowing where they were going was one thing - figuring out how to get in was another. The palace in the center of the city was heavily guarded, security amplified by some of the most sophisticated technology available. In addition to guards, there were automatic weapons, pressure sensors on the walls, electrical currents running through the ground beneath the walls. Even with the force on their side, Nevylinn and Mara would need to be not only invisible, but intangible to get into the palace unnoticed.
Even getting the security plans had been a feat unto itself. But at the very least, it allowed them to work together rather than dwell on their ongoing philosophical disagreements.
"The palace walls are not just high - they extend a good twenty meters into the air. But they also extend twenty meters below ground."
"plus, we know there is mining activity going on. THey may have reinforced even deeper to protect whatever the project is."
"They would need to ensure they were able to maintain structural integrity. The palace can't stand on nothing. Which means, in all likelihood, their dig would look something like this"
Mara pulled out a holographic drawing, showing the palace at the top, surrounded by its formidable walls. A relatively narrow shaft extended from the center of the palace, akin to a turbolift, and extending deep, deep, deep below, well past any utility or drainage systems, deep into the ground, until the palace was out of sight, the entering a wider, domed shaped room.
"This was extrapolated from our current intelligence on the facility. My guess is the only way to get to the dig site is from that shaft. There's no secret way around it."
"my guess is that shaft is just as heavily guarded and protected as the rest of the palace security. We go anywhere near it, they will know"
"Then it looks like the only way to get in is to be invited. We need to be hired to work in the mine project"
Nevylinn's face creased with worry.
"Once we are in, how will we get out? One way in, one way out. They won't be happy with new employees leaving"
"We'll have to deal with that once we are inside. Besides, even if the miners aren't allowed out, whoever is using the chamber needs to be able to come and go as they please. They must have another way"
The decision was settled. Mara took the lead in fabricating identities for both of them. Female miners were not unheard of, but they weren't that common, and the last thing they wanted was to draw attention to themselves.
Mara managed to hack into the mining guild's registry and establish new identities, along with a history of mining qualifications. She decided they would look more appealing as technicians, who dealt with repairing machinery, than the miners who actually worked with them.
New IDs were created and confirmed. This of course was a speciality of Mara's - inherent in her original programming was the ability to create and slip into a new identification.
Now introducing Isabelle Staria and Sara Pane, credentialed mechanics and members of the galactic mining guild.
When they approached the recruitment center, the recruiter glanced back and forth between them. They had transformed their looks entirely, right down to the soot and grease stains on their clothes and cheeks.
The recruiter grilled them with questions about the mechanical instruments and other terminology. Mara answered fluidly, pulling on her own personal skillset, and linking to the global network for the rest of the information. When it was Nevylinn's turn, Mara subtly offered her the needed answers telepathically. FInally, the recruiter stamped their forms, handing them back.
"Be at the western palace gate tomorrow morning, 0600. You'll be let inside the perimeter. Don't be late. Don't bring any tools, or weapons."
The next morning, bright and early, they were at the gate, waiting patiently to be let in, them along with a half dozen men. Mara and Nevylinn ignored their catcalls as they they waited for the gates to open, and when they were, a dozen guards appeared.
"This way"
In they went, passing layer after layer of security. Mara tensed when they ran a detector across her. She lifted her leg, showing a long scar down the side "I had a transplant a few years ago"
The guard looked at the leg, the results, then waived her by. Both were patted down and confirmed to be weapon free.
As they suspected, they were led to the center of the palace, in the deep basement level, where a turbolift awaited, ready to take them down.
Just as the turbolift doors closed and they began their descent, Mara was reminded of the old stories about travelers going down into hell.
Despair all ye who enter here
Mara couldn't help thinking this felt just a little bit too much like that, as they descended into the darkness.
TBC
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7 months ago ...
Empress Teta
The mines beneath the palace of Empress Teta were a complex maze of passageways, going every which way. Some passages slanted up or down, leading to lower levels, others twisted and turned off to the sides.
The turbolift from the palace appeared to be the only one in place, and since their arrival, neither Mara nor Nevylinn had uncovered any other entrance/exit. That turbolift, as they expected, landed them deep below the surface, in a large domed room that served as the central staging area. From here, much like a port station, there were tunnel entrances leading in every direction. Mara and Nevylinn had been assigned to head down one due south. The path had started straight enough but quickly spiraled further down. Hand rails had been hammered into the rock - no turbolift assistance. They quickly learned that all equipment, big and small was transported through the same turbolift they arrived in, with the larger pieces being assembled only once in place.
After a series of tunnels, they were assigned to bunks - an alcove in the rocks with tarps and cots and minimal lighting.
Then to the work site itself, ever further, ever deeper. Harsh lamps contrasting with the darkness that comes with no natural light.
Their first assignments had been fairly conventional - Empress Teta was known for its carbonite mines, and they were mining the liquified gas out of the rock, though they quickly found they were mining a far denser carbonite than was commonly used. It added to the hazards, and other miners found that parts of their bodies suffered from strange frost-bite symptoms, despite the stiffling environment they were in.
Mara and Nevylinn were both frustrated with their lack of progress, both agreeing time was passing with no results. They spent their off-time thinking about their exit plan and more and more, they were considering leaving without accomplishing their goals. They were dirty, tired, and beaten. But about a month after their arrival, they were reassigned to a new task, taking them yes, still deeper, to a part of the mines they had not yet seen.
Here, the heat was unbearable, pockets of gas from the planet's core bursting from geysers. But that was not what interested them. Amidst the formidable rock formations were artificial structures - massive columns, originally built millenia ago. There were actual buildings discerned through the rock.
The overseers explained that these buildings had once been used for some type of religious gathering, but a freak incident long ago had caused the buildings to fill with carbonite that then solidified inexplicably, leaving buildings that were essentially blocks of rock. The miners were tasked with freeing the carbonite and discovering what was inside the structures. This was it, the secret project. A quick scan of the entrance to the largest building showed runes that both Nevylinn and Mara had seen before - runes that matched very much with those on a certain wall back on Naboo ...
When they entered the building, they saw that the main chamber had already been cleared out, save for a few corners.
They could already feel it here, the pulsing strength of the dark side. They knew this was it - that whatever it was they were looking for, they would find it here.
"Carbonite is naturally a gas -sometimes a liquid - what could cause it to fill a room and remain a solid indefinitely?"
"Whatever it was, it was intentional. Somebody tried to bury this building. Let's hope they don't try again while we are here."
TBC
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Corporate Sector
D'ian: Surface: Gellar Estate
with a flash of smoke, D'Cera found herself in the center of the jedi council chamber.
"Darth Immortus has tried kidnapping the children, not once, but five times now. Each time, he has been fought back, but by numbers alone. His use of the dark side appears strong enough to overcome most of our younger jedi - and guarding these children cannot be the priority of the masters."
"Then what are we to do? The prophesy- if the children fall into his hands, it speaks of disaster..."
It was Master Yoda who called the discussion to an end "So certain, are you? Rehear the prophesy, we must. In it, the answer lies. Only together are the children a danger, so separate them we must"
"To where?"
The image of the jedi council swished away, and in its stead, a different room in the jedi temple, with a hovering galaxy all around. Five jedi masters stood looking it over.
"There is a family on Thyferra interested in taking one of the girls. We will send Melanie there"
"Kimber can be sent to an adoptive family on Corellia"
"Valerie should be taken to the Corporate Sector. There is a family there looking for a girl they can use for leverage"
"Should we be subjecting an infant to that?"
"There is no reason to believe she will be cared for any less than the other children. The family that wants her is well to do, and have failed to have a child. This will improve the standing of them and her. And it will further separate the children, which is my bigger concern at the moment."
"What about Darryl junior?"
"He is going to be the key. A number of records have shown that Persephone Winton was pregnant and successfully gave birth. Despite our efforts, those records remain existent. Darryl will be sent to an orphanage on Coruscant. He will keep his name, but we will take steps to make sure he is safe there, and that no one finds out he's there. With luck, he'll disappear into the crowds, and then when he's an adult, he can worry about making a family of his own."
The other jedi nodded.
"Very well then. Coruscant, Corellia, Thyferra, and Etti IV. The children will be scattered. What of the prophesy?"
"The council wants the prophesy itself to be as remote as the children. We are therefore transferring all knowledge of this prophesy to a jedi prophet, and otherwise erasing it from the archives. No one should ever learn about the children, their descendants, and the risks associating with them"
"Where are we sending the prophet?"
"An outer-rim world, Naboo. Jedi Olindae will go there to try and mediate between the Naboo and the Gunguns that live there. Once there, she will stay there, indefinitely"
The image of the room began to fade again, D'Cera watching as it grayed out as if behind a thickening fog. But instead of disappearing entirely, she found herself alone now, among the constellations, five systems glowing brighter than the rest.
"Now you know the origins - On Thyferra, Melanie Winton married a doctor named Masterton. Their great great grandchildren included Henrick Masterton, and Celeste Masterton - cousins, without knowing it.
On Corellia, Kimber Winton married a corellian security officer named Patten, and their descendants included Kyrie Patten.
On Etti IV, Valerie Winton, at the age of 16 was noticed at a debutant ball - much like the one you are participating in soon - by a strapping Gellar, heir to a huge fortune and legacy. Their descendants included Rutherford Gellar.
Darryl Winton, sent to an orphanage on Coruscant, turned out to be the most charismatic of the four. He made many friends at that orphanage, individuals who helped him once he was an adult, and helped found the Winton fortune, which would come in to play generations later. He married for status, as did his children, and his children's children. By the time his descendant, Alexander Winton was born, the family was well renown, respected, and envied.
Another descendant, though unknown to most, was the Trade Federation Viceroy, Medivh Guldon. He was the first recorded combination of two of the four. His mother was a Winton daughter who ran away from home, his father a poor mechanic. Their match was destined to result in a disaster, a poor, homeless child. But Medivh had a drive unexpected, a power unrealized, and rose through the ranks quickly, finally taking control - and seeking his own destiny. The jedi should have known, should have seen the warning signs, but the jedi are foolish, blind.
Which is why it is the fifth of the exiles that is perhaps the most interesting. Jedi Knight Neade Olindae was poor as a fighter, but was known as a jedi consular, serving as an archivist in the jedi temple - and as a seer. The jedi council placed a heavy burden on her with this prophesy. By funneling it into her thoughts, the words of this prophesy haunted Jedi Olindae for years. Even on Naboo, away from the temple on Coruscant, she still could see it. And so after completing her mediation tasks, she was left feeling isolated, abandoned by the jedi order. She became angry, and did everything she could to forget the prophesy. But the more she tried, the more it would dominate her thoughts. Olindae would black out for hours at a time, and find that she had formed words of the prophesy - not always in the same order - and carved them into stone or wood, or steel, in hyroglyphs, and other languages. The only place she found solace, was by breaking her sacred vows, in the arms of a Nubian aristrocrat, Lord Allec Greyson. Together, they had one child, extremely strong in the force, but Olindae spent her entire life suppressing the child's abilities. The prophesy, and all the words of nonsense associated with it, were locked away in the Greyson line, until generations later, A Greyson wed into the family Winton, triggering those old words again."
The stars around her faded into blackness, and the dim light of the hollow tree returned.
"Now Darth D'Cera, you understand - the family had been dispersed, into four corners of the galaxy. When brought together, they ignite power. You are the product of one of the four, and the prophesy keeper. You and your sisters before you. The Greyson line was small, and there are no children left of them. The prophesies of Persephone are therefore now only available to you. The ultimate reach of the power of the four - is only there for you."
D'Cera nodded her head, smiling at the thought that she really did have a leg up on Gemma and the others.
"But how do you know all this?"
"Lady D'Cera, is it not clear? I am Darth Immortus - I am the jedi Imri who created the legacy gene. I spent my life seeking out the children. I found the prophesy keeper on Naboo, and in her weakened state, was able to convince her to seek out the comfort of Lord Greyson, guaranteeing the prophesy would not die. And now I have succeeded. All you need to do is combine the genes together, and make yourself immortal, a goddess among the insects that fill this galaxy."
5 months ago ...
Empress Teta
Mara and Nevylinn both tired of the grueling mining they did as cover for their real task - uncovering the secrets that lay hidden here, secrets that may answer the next phase of their quest. More like a treasure hunt, one clue leading to the next to the next. How long had they been away from the galaxy at large?
No longer could they play along. Nevylinn tapped into the force and quickly ascertained that the source of the dark side energy came from a chamber due south of the entrance, slanting downward, and twisting to where it was blocked, sealed by the frozen carbonite. Mara convinced the foreman to let the two of them work alone in that area. Apparently, it wasn't that difficult - everyone else who worked there felt as if this corridor was haunted. Several had gone mad. The foreman let them work alone, wondering why they wanted to, but not caring enough to ask.
Here, they could feel the dark side pressing down on them as they looked at the carbonite sealing the chamber.
"Who wanted to seal this chamber?"
Nevylinn looked to Mara
"What do you mean?"
"We assume Adubell and her allies are behind the effort to dig out this chamber. But we don't know who sealed it in the first place. Or why?"
"Maybe the jedi ..."
Mara shook her head
"Even in their scattered, weakened state, the jedi would have recorded this in their efforts on Empress Teta, long ago. You would have known about it. And if not you, one of the other jedi. No, this was something outside the purview of the jedi"
The solid carbonite was virtually impenetrable, but the miners learned that by warming the carbonite, even though it - unnaturally - remained solid, it was softer, easier to break. Mara and Nevylinn set to work, each day bringing down a bit of rock until finally, one day, they successfully burst through into the chamber.
The solid carbonite that blocked the entrance was about five meters thick, no easy feat. As they broke through the last centimeters, all of a sudden, liquid carbonite burst out. Apparently, the inner area, though filled with carbonite, had not solidified as much as the outer chamber.
Mara and Nevylinn stood aside as the liquid pored out the hole they had mined, watching as it disappeared, seeping into the ground fissures around them. Glancing behind them to ensure they were not being watched, they then finished opening the hole to enter the room.
Flashing a light through the chamber, the first, most obvious thing they could see was residual gas/liquid carbonite, forming a fog in the room. Nevylinn lifted her arm, channeling the force and pushing the remnants to the side as Mara stepped in further. Gaseous carbonite was a useful product, but hazardous to breathe in.
Flashlights activated, they found yet another corridor, this one leading to a wide open domed room. There in the center of the room, stood a statue. A young woman, carved in stone - but not just any stone. The statue female was split vertically down the middle. One side was carved out of a black, onyx like stone; the other side was carved in white opal. The woman's hand was outstretched toward the ceiling, the split in color extending up to her hand.
The woman's statue stood on a rectangular base; near her feet, four hands shot out of the base - two matching the light colored stone, two the dark. The base stone itself was not two colors, but four: black stone, white stone, a dark coal gray color, and a brighter bluish gray.
The front of the base, facing the entrance had a name chiseled near the top: Persephone
At the bottom, three words: Bound by Blood.
A closer look at the floor revealed a much longer poem, instantly recognizable:
"Bound by blood, their destiny
Offspring of young Persephone
Found has been a power old
Never 'fore the secret told
Discovered by a jedi shunned
The ripples now have just begunned
FOUR won't see their mother's face
Separated by stars and space
FOUR names will be their own to take
and separate paths they each will make
The eldest boy shall keep the name
And ruthlessly will rule the game
Daughter one will heal and save
And guard the light as one so brave
Daughter two will lack in trust
be strong and fierce with power lust
Daughter three, idealist dear
Will grow from love yet also fear.
These FOUR will span the galaxy
Till brought again to destiny
When Empire will burn to ground
The FOUR will be their tightest bound
Two of light and two of dark
the contrasts forever stark
Amidst betrayal, lies and death
Their names whispered on every breath
And whence the FOUR all die in vain
This truth will hold yet again:
Master of darkness, rules beside
Daughter of darkness, his deadly bride
Eternity theirs, with one exception
A child born of light's conception
Yet in their blood, there lies a key
to break free of this destiny
And darkness will consume the light
Defeat the enemies of night
Body's weakness, mortality
Will vanish with brutality
The light can end in triumph too
By breaking up the darkest two
And blotting out the evil name
So only memory recalls the same
Until one wins, the dark or light
Repeat, repeat eternal fight
Will shape the course of galaxy
A FOURsome they will always be
Bound by blood, their destiny
Offspring of young Persephone"
The presence of the statue and the poem captured their attention for some time before they decided to further examine the walls. Mara moved to the left of the statute to find another statue on the wall - or rather, a series of statues. A further glance showed the walls were lined with figures. None quite so dramatic as Persephone in the center, but all figures central to the prophesy. Beneath each, their name carved out:
Empress Cysandria Keto
The Jedi Imri - Darth Immortus
Darryl Winton, the eldest son of Persephone
The Jedi Neade Olindae, who carried the prophesy to Naboo
Alexander Winton
Monica Greyson
Medivh Guldon
Dementat
Celeste Masterson
Rutherford Gellar
Mara looked up at the faces, mostly familiar to her, circling the wall with the feeling of a heavy weight on her, something catching in her throat. On the back wall, behind the Persephone statue, the statues continued.
Blair Gellar
Valerie Gellar
Melanie Masterson
Kimber Patten
Alexia Winton
Karen Winton - Darth Kyja
Mara stopped in front of the statue of Karen, noting that the label included her sith name as well as her birth name.
If anyone had ever truly been Mara's friend, it had been Karen, the socialite, and seeing her face, even in stone after so many years brought back emotions Mara hadn't had in a long time.
"I miss you, friend"
She back-tracked quietly, back to Kimber's smiling expression.
"I've done the best I could with him, Kimber. Riley's grown up so fast, but I've tried hard to keep him safe"
Mara wasn't entirely sure that was true, wasn't even sure if Riley was safe now, and she brushed a hand over the stone face before moving back to stand between the statues of Valerie and Blair.
"I'm sorry I haven't done better"
"Mara, come look at this"
While Mara had gone left, Nevylinn had gone right and was now shining a light on the right side wall of the room. Here, there were no statues, no images of individuals, but there were empty spaces where statues were meant to go.
And they were labeled.
Dane Gellar
Gemma Masterton
Riley Patten - The Fourth
Dahlia Winton - Darth D'Cera
"Darth D'Cera ... Dahlia has a sith name"
TBC
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5 months ago ...
Empress Teta
"We don't know ... " Mara started, but Nevylinn didn't let her finish.
"We don't know? really? After everything we've seen? It's proof right in front of us!"
"Nevylinn, Dahlia was declared dead"
"Declared. You know who else was 'declared' dead? Her father. But Alexander, as it turned out, was not dead. He was running things behind the scenes.
You know who else has been declared dead, but wasn't? PHAGE. And for that matter, you."
Mara glared at Nevylinn but remained silent. There was a tension there, palpable, and Nevylinn had been fighting with that harshness more and more often.
"Do the jedi not believe in redemption, Nevylinn?"
"It was Yoda who would say that once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny"
"As the story goes, Yoda was proven wrong. Darth Vader was redeemed"
"Yes - and his redemption was inexplicably linked to his death. He also let Palpatine torture and manipulate his own son and murder millions for years leading up to that. So your proof isn't very convincing"
"Maybe - but Darth Vader still was the one who defeated the sith"
"by killing them. THEM. Both of them. Palpatine was one. He was the other. Once a sith, always a sith."
"it's true ... the darkness is too strong. That is why the sith always remain powerful"
Mara and Nevylinn turned abruptly at the new voice in the room, a dark-skinned monster they had both come to recognize. It was a Voss Ra
"We thank you for your asssssistance" The creature drew a bit closer, a slight hiss extending the 's' sound of his words "We have ssspent a great deal of time and effort trying to bring back the power of our shrine, here on Empresssss Teta. It was the daughter's father who destroyed it - ssssealed it away to make sure none would come after him. We thank you for that as well. for dessstroying the false one, Alexander Winton. He was too foolish to realize that we prophesssied the new generation. We ssssaw their names before they were even born.
Masterton
Geller
Patten
and her royal highnessss, Darth D'Cera, The heiress of the Winton legacy"
Mara and Nevylinn were watching the Voss-Ra warily, glancing around. It was one creature. Either he wasn't really alone, or he thought his skills against them were greater than they should be against two force-users.
Mara, meanwhile, wanted him to keep talking.
"But Dahlia is dead"
"Is she really?" The creature laughed. "Have you ever known a Winton - or a sith - to die sssso easily? No, no. Darth D'Cera lives. She will certainly outlive you, and your ward"
"Riley ..." Mara felt the anxiety grow. She knew he was alive, but now, she worried for how long.
Nevylinn meanwhile began approaching the creature.
"I'm afraid we will need to be going now"
"I think not."
On cue, out of the shadows, a dozen other Voss Ra appeared. And unlike the first one, they were armed - vibro blades and a few blaster rifles.
"I think this will be your tomb, jedi and the one not alive. As for ussss, we have come to retrieve an important item for our queen ..."
The first creature raised his arm up to the statute of Persephone. The statue began to rumble and shake, and suddenly, from Persephone's hand, an orb of light shone bright. A crystaline object flew from the statue into the hand of the Voss Ra, who began to make his way toward the exit, even as the others closed in.
"Desstroy them"
"Mara, now!"
Mara closed her eyes, focusing on the force and reaching out to the nearest Voss Ra and its vibro-blade. The blade flung from the creature's hand into Mara's and Mara opened her eyes, taking the blade ... and slicing into her arm, lengthwise.
She ignored the pain and the blood and yanked out to cylindrical objects. Weapons had been forbidden for all coming in to the mines, but Mara and Nevylinn had early on decided being weaponless was not an option. Mara tossed the blue-bladed lightsaber to Nevylinn as the Voss Ra opened fire, then ignited her unique weapon, it's yellow blade casting a ghoulish glow on the figures now attacking them.
"We need to find out what that crystal was!"
"We need to get out of here first!"
Blaster fire grew intense, as Mara and Nevylinn shifted positions, circling around the statue in the center for some cover before using their blades to parry-back against the onslaught. THe number of Voss Ra that had appeared seemed to be growing, but the creature with the crystal had vanished.
Mara lept up through the air, over the enemies and toward the entrance, circling around and cutting down several of the creatures, while Nevylinn pushed the air with her free hand, using the force to send the front-most enemies to the ground.
"There's too many of them!"
"It's time to go. Nevylinn, come on"
Nevylinn looked around, seeing just how out-numbered they were then nodded, taking a quick leap, blocking a dozen blaster bolts, and landing next to Mara. The two now stood between the Voss Ra and the main entrance and with a few additional blocks, they turned and ran back up the passage to the outer corridor, hoping to catch the Voss Ra with the crystal before he escaped.
Just as they reached the entrance chamber of the shrine, they saw the Voss Ra, handing the crystal to another being - a shadowy creature in cloak.
"Stop right there!"
Nevylinn wasn't certain what shouting out would do, but she had to react. Nevylinn and Mara ran across the chamber, stopping as the cloaked figure turned toward them.
"Sorry I can't stay ... sister"
Adubell laughed as she placed the crystal-like object inside her cloak.
"But I'm afraid I have an errand to attend to."
Mara and Nevylinn began running again, but Adubell lifted her arm, clenching her first, and bringing it down, the ceiling of the chamber crumbling and falling between them (and incidentally, crushing the Voss Ra that had handed the object to Adubell).
"Goodbye sister; Mara. Always a pleasure."
As Adubell ran, the stones continued to fall, until the entrance was blocked. Mara and Nevylinn tried cutting through the rocks with their sabers, but now, they heard the sounds of footsteps growing behind them, as the remaining Voss Ra caught up with them.
The two turned, their sabers lighting the darkness as they prepared to face a hoard of murderous, monstrous zealots. All while the answer they were seeking was now in the hands of the enemy, getting further and further away.
"You know, I really, really don't like your sister"
TBC
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5 months ago ...
Empress Teta
The battle that ensued was heavy, a struggle fighting against creatures they could barely see in the dim lighting; the blue and yellow lightsabers effectively the only remaining light.
The Voss Ra were fierce fighters and not so easily defeated by the force users they now assaulted, especially in their greater numbers.
Mara and Nevylinn were hard pressed as the fight grew in earnest.
"We need to find a way out of here"
"That was the only exit"
"That we know of. What if there is one in the shrine itself?"
It seemed ludicrous, the idea of getting around the horde of attackers to go right back where they came from, the shrine that was even deeper than the entrance chamber they were in now. On the other hand, their options were diminishing by the second.
"I'll cover you"
This time, Mara took the rear, reaching out with the force and brushing her hand horizontally, knocking the Voss Ra attackers away from one side of the chamber, and giving Nevylinn the opportunity to hurry around.
As Nevylinn reached the passage entrance again, she somersaulted , reigniting her cyber and slashing down two Voss Ra that were standing in her way before putting out her own hand and bringing it out, and clenching her first. One of the spears from a fallen foe lifted in the air, swirled horizontally, and then flung out, knocking a few more of the beings back, Mara now following behind.
Down they ran, a path that too quickly became too familiar to them both, and they found themselves again standing in front of the shrine of Persephone.
"We don't have much time"
"What if we moved the statue itself?"
Nevylinn nodded her head, extinguishing her saber and closing her eyes. Both hands reaching out toward the statue, as she reached it with the Force.
The air seemed to swirl with electricity, and Nevylinn began to shake.
"There's ... a lot of dark side energy in here. A lot ... it was ... built into the shrine"
Nevylinn was sweating now, and yet the statue did not seem to move.
Mara glanced back at the entrance, then extinguished her own blade, reaching out. She felt it too, the deep, dark power that swirled through the room, grabbing the statue as if holding it in place.
But Mara was no jedi, and her power was not in the same direct conflict that Nevylinn's was. Mara focused not on the calmness of the room, but of the danger that was coming to them, to Riley.
She would never let them hurt him again. Never. ever. ever.
With a grunt, Mara swung her arms around, and the statue of Persephone came hurtling from its base, careening through the air toward the entrance. Almost immediately, the air in the room began to swirl, as if a vacuum had been unplugged.
Both Mara and Nevylinn opened their eyes and could see, where the statue had been, a hole, leading down beneath the chamber.
"And so we go deeper and deeper into this hellscape."
With a last glance at the statue of Persephone, partially blocking the Voss Ra from coming, Nevylinn and Mara quickly jumped into the hole, not knowing where it would lead them.
TBC
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Empress Teta
They ran through the darkness for what seemed like forever, at first hearing the scrambling sounds of pursuit, but that slowly faded away. Still, they did not relent. They needed to reach safety.
They also needed to reach a place where the air was not so stale, foul, and hot. The caves were hot enough as it was, and the deeper they went, the worse it got. There was no question they were lost, and these caverns still pulsed with the dark side energy.
Still, at some point, even they had to let up, and they slowed, walking forward through the tunnel, lit only by their lightsabers. It was then that Nevylinn turned to Mara.
"Mara ... the way you moved the statute"
"Yes?"
"That ... that was dark energy"
Mara let out a sigh
"It was. You know this about me Nevylinn. I don't consider myself to be a jedi. Or a sith. I don't see things black and white"
Nevylinn was silent for a few minutes as they continued walking.
"Ever since I joined the jedi, I learned the dangers of the dark side. It's easy, quick, powerful, butit dominates you. It takes over. There is no good use of dark side energy"
"What if you are wrong?"
"If I am wrong, then my whole life has been a lie. I have to believe there is a clear distinction between good and evil, or else I will be lost"
"Well, we are lost Nevylinn"
Nevylinn actually offered a thin smile at the offered humor.
"I try to follow my moral compass. There is so much reason to hate in this world, so much reason to be angry. But if we devolve into our lesser demons, than we are no better than those we fight. We have to be able to say 'this is right, this is wrong' or else we are no better than they are."
It was Mara's turn to be silent before responding.
"I was created to be a murderer. It was in my programming. A spy, an infiltrator, an assassin. PHAGE didn't even know that I had the ability to use the force. I was just a servant. Back then, loyalty to my master was the most important thing to me. Loyalty is an honorable trait. Do you agree?"
Nevylinn nodded her head, "yes, loyality is ... admirable"
"But my loyalty was to a villain. a creation who literally wanted to destroy the human population of entire worlds. When I was finally able to break free of my programming ... it was then I realized that loyalty can be good or bad. ANGER can be good or bad. I can be angry at the galaxy, for no good reason, fume and hate. But I can also be angry at injustice. The power of the dark side. It is more easily corrupted, I'll give you that. But using emotion to channel the force may be the key to beating the sith. It's part of why I believe in redemption"
Nevylinn waived her blue saber ahead, slowing to a halt as the path split in several directions.
"I used to think as you did. Growing up. My sister and I - were were orphaned at a young age, raised by healers on Thyferra. I barely remember my mother. Adubell is the closest thing I have to family. But ... as we grew up, we grew apart. She rebelled against the healers. She wanted to do bad things. I had hoped that when I became a jedi, I could reason with her, change her path. You know the masters, they said we came from an illustrious heritage, that the force was a long legacy in our family. I never knew what that meant, but I wanted to share that legacy with Adubell. But she was too far gone. Now she's one of our biggest threats. I don't think she can be redeemed"
"maybe not ... but if we are going to beat her, we cannot limit ourselves to black and white. We may need some gray"
"or some yellow" Nevylinn smiled as she let her blue saber tap against Mara's yellow blade.
"that too. It's the one vulnerability we know she has. She is a machine. As long as she's a machine, this will work on her"
And with that, they turned down the path and continued their journey.
TBC
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Empress Teta
How long they had been running was hard to measure. The days and weeks in the mines had been scrambled enough as it was, and that was when they had a routine. Now ...
Mara could run forever, or almost forever. Uninjured, her power supply lasted long enough that it was not a limitation. Nevylinn was another story. Even drawing on the force, she was tiring, growing weaker without food, water, or rest.
"I'm not sure how much longer I can go on, Mara. We need to find a way out"
The tunnels had been endless, winding, splitting this way and that. In truth, even if they turned back, they would be hard pressed to find their way back the way they came.
"I think it's time we use a different tactic"
Mara sat down, deactivating her lightsaber, and Nevylinn followed suit, leaving them in a thick, pitch blackness. There was a silence that was deafening as well. No one was in pursuit, nothing moved or stirred. Mara could hear Nevylinn's shallow breathing, but that alone did not fill the silence.
Mara took a deep, artificial breath, drawing on the force to fill her, letting it wash over her, hoping it would help point her way. It was strong here. The very earth permeated with the power of the dark side, coursing through the tunnel like blood pumping through veins. Nevylinn could not channel that energy, could not break through the cloud, her own, light-side energy focused internally on healing and strengthening. But Mara was no jedi, and she let it in, let in the hot, fiery power of the darkside, knowing it was the key to the strength she needed.
FLASH
Visions had been a key part of Mara finding out she had the force inside her, but it had been long since she had one, and she was almost startled when it hit so forcefully.
There she was running ... not an unfamiliar theme, she thought dryly as she watched ... but it was no space station this time - the sun was shining hot on a grassy plane, and she was moving as fast as she could, her yellow-bladed lightsaber ignited in her hand as she moved.
Ahead, she saw a dark, gray figure standing, a red-bladed saber raised high. Over a fallen man, dressed in Corellian blue.
The gray figure turned, Adubell, smirking as Mara tried to close the distance.
"Infiltrator. Only good at one thing. Only one job to do. And you failed"
Adubell turned, swinging down her saber.
Mara screaming, "nooo" as she threw the yellow blade straight at her target, closer and closer until
FLASH
Another image of Adubell, this time, hovering in the air, blue electricity coursing through her as she laughed gleefully.
"I AM THE FOUR"
Then suddenly, the electricity stopped and she lifted her head, lowering to the ground. Peering forward into the emptiness. It almost felt like she was looking directly at Mara.
"They are still alive"
A Voss Ra appeared by Adubell's feet.
"They are in the caves. You will not rest until they are dead - bring me their heads"
FLASH
Mara could see Empress Teta as if from orbit, the planet rotating on its axis, her vision then zooming in, flying over the city, the central palace ... but not stopping there, flying several kilometers southward, to what looked like the remains of a city destroyed in a volcanic eruption, the ground covered in now-cooled, black magma. then to the foot of the dormant mountain where she saw what she was looking for - a large, circular doorway made of a silver metal, covered in sith inscriptions. Her image zoomed forward, crashing through the door and she found herself making a long descent down into the underground tunnels, twisting and turning, , flying over a lake of molten lava before plunging through the caves, until she could see herself and Nevylinn sitting there.
FLASH
Mara's eyes opened, a soft purplish glow emanating from them, akin to a black-light.
"I know the way out. And we have to move now"
Nevylinn opened her eyes, taking in another deep breath. She had recovered some of her strength, though she still seemed exhausted. With a tired nod, she rose. Mara helped Nevylinn to her feet, then quickly began moving, with purpose forward.
"I think we are running out of time"
With a new sense of direction, Mara headed down the path, leading Nevylinn through a hundred twists and turns, the air growing even more stifling hot then it had been before.
Finally, a glow up ahead, flickering against the stone and Mara slowed. Ahead, the cave opened into a massive chamber. Beneath them, a hundred meters down, a lake of lava bubbled and slithered, casting noxious fumes into the air, casting yellow-red-orange light on the chamber walls and ceiling. A single narrow stone bridge crossed the lake near the top where they stood.
Taking Nevylinn's hand, Mara led her across, steadying her balance when Nevylinn nearly fainted.
It was a slow, careful walk, but when they were about two-thirds across, Mara and Nevylinn were greeted with an unpleasant sight: where the cavern opened back into a cave, a group of Voss Ra was streaming out, armed with knives and blasters.
Mara let go of Nevylinn's hand, turning her body forward as she ignited her lightsaber.
"More behind us, Mara"
Nevylinn had reignited her blue blade as well, watching as the path they came from also now had enemies.
"how'd they know?"
"When I was meditating, I saw Adubell. I think she sensed me, found us, and sent them after us"
"Great, just when I thought we would die of starvation, it turns out, we'll be shot down by gross monsters or disintegrated in a vat of lava"
"I always admire your optimism, Nevylinn"
Mara continued forward, blocking the shots from the front as Nevylinn, walking backward, blocking shots fired from the rear, keeping close together.
Suddenly though, the Voss Ra weren't aiming at them - but at the narrow rock bridge on which they stood, firing repeated shots and weakening the rock.
"Out of time again"
Mara shot ahead, trying to reach the edge of the rock surface. She reached into her body, channeling the force and filling with it, thinking about all of the hurt Adubell and her followers would cause if she wasn't stopped. Mara could feel the thrum of the darkside as it resonated around the chamber and into her, giving her strength. Her free hand shot out and with a cry, the Voss Ra at the front were pushed back against the cave wall, away from the bridge. Mara leapt in the air, flipping around as she landed safely, just as the bridge began to shake.
Nevylinn ran after, letting her saber block the strikes from the far side as she tried to clear the distance. Then the bridge shook and Nevylinn stumbled, hitting the bridge hard, her saber leaving her hand, falling into the molten heat below.
"Get up Nevylinn, NOW"
Mara's voice had a powerful undertone to it, and when Nevylinn looked up, Mara was hovering in the air over the Voss Ra she had incapacitated, her eyes glowing brightly, her saber at the ready.
Nevylinn drew what strength she could, scrambling up and making her way across, as the bridge at the far end broke free of the cave, the entire rock beginning to sway and crumble. With a desperate cry, Nevylinn ran, jumping just as the bridge beneath her gave way, hoping to reach the end, but realizing that she was short, hands flailing as she tried to grasp the cliffside as she fell down.
Just as she was certain her life was ended, Nevylinn found herself hovering in midair, then slowly rising until she was standing on the cliffside, Mara herself landing on her feet and making her way to the cave entrance.
Nevylinn glanced around, to see that all of the Voss Ra who had been here were now dead, slaughtered with saber marks across their necks.
"Mara"
"It's not the time, Nevylinn. Adubell knows we are here"
"But Mara"
"WHAT?!?"
Mara's eyes were still glowing as she turned to Nevylinn. Nevylinn was taken aback by the image,the darkness coming from Mara, but she stood firm, despite her weakened state.
"This was not right"
The glow in Mara's eyes began to fade, and she looked exasperated, but before she could speak, Nevylinn's eyes went wide and she let out a gasp. A shot fired from the Voss Ra on the other side of the chasm had struck Nevylinn in her side, and a moment later, the jedi collapsed to the ground.
"No!"
Mara swung her arm wide, pushing the force hard to disable the distant combatants, then deactivated her lightsaber and lifted Nevylinn into her arms, before turning and running back into the darkness.
TBC
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Empress Teta
Running.
Always running. It seemed like that was Mara's lot in life - to run.
She thought of how she ran from the Corellian Confederation
How she ran to protect Riley.
How she ran halfway across the galaxy, and back.
And forth
and back
And forth.
And that flash of prophesy she had seen in the caves? Running again.
Even if she never tired, she grew weary of running.
As her fleet planted on the stone path, she glanced down in her arms as Nevylinn drifted in and out of consciousness.
Cant. Stop. Now.
The force had told her the path to their escape these hellish tunnels, but she still had to follow the route to get out.
OUT.
Spurred by frustration and urgency, she increased her speed, certainly faster than a human could endure for very long. As it was, Mara could only go so fast, and still be careful with Nevylinn.
Cant. Stop. Now.
When she finally reached the door, she half expected a battalion of the Voss Ra to be there to stop her, but apparently, they had fled, or she had already killed them back by the bridge. Mara knew Nevylinn had objected - she had used the dark side of the force, let her anger take hold, allowing her the strength to quickly dispatch her enemies.
"You'd better live so I can prove I was right - again."
She only whispered the comment, but was also praying that at least the first part was true. Mara wasn't just feeling rushed - she felt guilty. Would Nevylinn have been injured if she had been more... careful?
There was the inside of the doorway, it's spherical shape gleaming and Mara could hear the whispers of the ancient sith power that lay in them.
"Hang on Nevylinn."
She had to stop now, placing Nevylinn down so she could try to push the door open.
No luck.
She kicked, punched, banged, pushed - nothing budged the door.
The sith spirits were laughing at her.
To have come so far only to be held back by a stupid door!
Mara looked to Nevylinn, lying there beside her.
No. Mara knew what she had to do. There was her intuition, her gut.
There was her anger.
Mara's eyes began to glow black again, focusing on her friend. Focusing on how THEY had hurt her.
How THEY kept hurting the ones she loved
How THEY kept destroying everything she had built and worked for
How selfish THEY were - the sith, the voss ra, Adubell.
Mara could feel the power welling up inside her. If Mara could have saved her sister. Valerie. Kimber.
How could Adubell want to hurt Nevylinn so...
Mara's body shook as she reached out, her frustration a catalyst for the power coursing through her.
The door didn't burst open, though that would have certainly felt more satisfying. It just RESPONDED to her, opening without a sound to reveal the first sunlight Mara or Nevylinn had seen in months.
Mara moved back to Nevylinn, lifting her up and carrying her through the doorway, where they found themselves alone on the mountain, far from the city they had entered through.
Mara was still angry and she reached down to touch Nevylinn's wound. She felt that dark power coursing through her, but Nevylinn placed her hand over Mara's shaking her head weakly.
"The dark side can't heal, Mara ... it won't save me ... or you ...or Riley"
"I can't let you die"
Nevylinn opened her eyes a sliver.
"You have a power, Mara. A strength within you. You can choose how to use that power. Don't let it make that choice for you"
Nevylinn's eyes closed, and Mara could feel her weight as she was losing consciousness.
"It's not your time, Nevylinn. It's not your time."
Mara fell to her knees, carefully placing Nevylinn's body down in front of her. That black glow faded from her eyes, and she wished she could weap.
Instead, she closed her eyes.
"i'm no jedi ..."
She thought of the lessons she had learned. From Karen. From Nevylinn. Jedi. Sith.
The jedi believed in serenity, connection; the sith in emotion and power.
Mara lacked a bit of both, but maybe ...
She thought of Riley. Not of Riley in danger; Riley as a baby, as a boy.
The one time in her existence that she WASN'T running. Ambassador to the Trade Federation, and Aunt.
Mara benefited from memory banks that could still see Riley at his most innocent, before the galaxy tried to tear into him.
And she smiled.
He was who she lived for. He gave her purpose, strength.
Serenity and connection.
Mara tried tapping into that peaceful happiness as she reached down to touch Nevylinn again.
It wasn't the same, hot power coursing through her, but it was something, a soft, slow trickle of energy weaving through her and spreading into Nevylinn's wound.
"I've lost too many friends, Nevylinn ... I can't lose another one today. Live, and I'll let you say 'I told you so'"
TBC
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Empress Teta
Nevylinn didn't die. Not yet at least.
Mara's efforts had, apparently, healed the wound, but Nevylinn still hadn't recovered, merely fading in and out of consciousness for minutes, then hours and later days.
Mara knew they couldn't stay on the mountainside - the Voss Ra would eventually catch up to them, and if that happened, Mara was certain Nevylinn would not survive the encounter.
So, even with Nevylinn still out of commission, Mara triggered the beacon on her ship, remotely powering it up and flying it to their location.
Whatever secrets still lay here on Empress Teta, they would have to wait for another time. Now, it was time to leave; long since time to return home.
Home, of course, had a complicated meaning for Mara. It had been Corellia, at one time; or Chandaar, or the Wheel, or somewhere else in the galaxy. But really, home for Mara was not a place. It was a person. Riley.
How long had it been since she'd seen him last? She left him on Corellia... two years ago now? Riley had been in the care of CorSec, training for a life of service in the footsteps of his father. Now though, he was probably a man.
Mara thought back to her vision in the caves. A man in danger. What Adubell and the Voss Ra wanted with Riley was still ambiguous; All Mara knew was it had something to do with 'the four', and the prophesy. Was Riley destined to the same fate as Kimber? For that matter, Mara wondered her own role in the prophesy.
Adubell knew something she didn't - there was some key to ending the cycle, the victor would be the one who knew it. Maybe Adubell was trying to end the cycle with her on top; of course, Adubell wasn't one of 'the four' so how that made sense ...
When Mara's ship arrived, she was able to carry Nevylinn on board, placing her on a bed as she moved to the cockpit. For all the danger they had faced, their exit from the planet was uneventful, and soon enough, they were in hyperspace again.
Mara spent the better part of the trip sitting beside Nevylinn, trying to use her own abilities to coax her back to health.
It was in those quiet moments that Mara realized her family was not just Riley. Nevylinn too was a part of her family.
Some people were family merely by blood - 'bound by blood' Mara heard herself recite the line from the prophesy.
But Mara did not have that. Mara's family was as artificial as her, and yet, connected to her by something much deeper.
TBC
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((HAPPY STAR WARS DAY!!))
"Jedi and Sith wield the Ashla and Bogan. The light and the dark. I'm the one in the middle. The Bendu."―Bendu
Corellian Sector
Drall
Surface: Undisclosed
Gemma was limping, wincing with each sore step - but her wounds had finally, slowly, healed. She was still undergoing bacta treatments, but they were shorter in duration, and she was now growing restless, sensing that the inevitable storm was drawing closer and ready to go out and face it.
She found herself walking down a stone corridor, reaching a wider chamber with a single figure sitting in the center.
Nevylinn.
The jedi had her eyes closed, sitting cross legged as she was breathing in and out slowly. Gemma, with a frown began to turn, before Nevylinn spoke
"Don't go"
Gemma paused and turned back to face Nevylinn who was opening her eyes.
"how are you feeling?"
Gemma nodded her head
"Better - that fight was ... unexpected. I can't believe that bitch betrayed us"
Nevylinn sighed
"You think I betrayed you too"
"You did. You and Atrii and the entire Jedi order! You kept your secrets and you left us for dead. How is that not betrayal?"
Nevylinn shrugged as she stood, taking another slow breath as she rose. Her own injuries had healed as well, but her recovery was slow. And Gemma had a way of ... well ...
"I was never really meant to be a 'master' of the jedi council. At least, I never felt that way, that I deserved it. When Melanie and I were training in the ways of the jedi, I always felt insignificant, insufficient. I never had enough knowledge or skill. I never blamed my teachers or the masters. I always blamed myself, my youth and inexperience. The truth is, the only reason Master Atrii gave me the rank of master, made me a member of the council ... is because the rest of them were all murdered. I was promoted by default. But I still feel that insufficiency. I don't have that confidence that you have - that arrogance."
Gemma scoffed. What was this, another lecture. She was already rolling her eyes, getting ready to go when Nevylinn reach out an arm.
"You misunderstand me, Gemma. I've clung to the jedi, the old traditions, not because they give me power. I don't care about the power. I cling to those beliefs because they give me comfort, solace. They help me understand and live in a world that villifies those with our abilities. I can't hate them, the way Adubell or Dahlia does. Or the way you do. It's not in my nature. But that darkness that fills them, that risks swallowing the entire galaxy. I feel that darkness radiating off of you. And I've spent so much time trying to shield you from it. To keep it from consuming you. I've tried saving you from that darkness"
"I don't need saving, Nevylinn."
"That's what Mara keeps telling me. That there is a place for that dark energy, even in good people. I've struggled with that idea, Gemma. It goes against everything I've ever believed. And yet ... if not for the dark side, Mara would not have been able to heal me. She saved me with its power."
Gemma shook her head
"I don't understand what you are saying. Are you admitting you were wrong?"
Nevylinn let out a thin smile.
"Oh come on, Gemma. The jedi are never wrong, and we certainly don't admit it. What I'm saying is that maybe Mara is right. Not about me - but about you. Maybe cornering you into the category of jedi doesn't make sense. Maybe you can use your power the way you see to be just, and I don't need to worry about it consuming you. If you are careful."
Gemma was not amused by Nevylinn's words. They were confusing and contradictory and everything wrong with the jedi order.
"Are you kicking me out of the jedi?"
"I'm saying there is more to the Force then the jedi and the sith. I am a jedi; my sister is a sith. But people like Mara, people like you. Maybe there is a third option."
Mara reached into her robes and pulled out a datapad, handing it over to Nevylinn. On the screen, the words "gray jedi" were illuminated, followed by a history of this side-sect (https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Gray_Jedi#Gray_Jedi).
"We have a war coming, Gemma. And you and I cannot afford to be on opposite sides. We need to fight the darkness in our own way. And my way doesn't need to be yours"
TBC