"Jedi, where are you going?" The soilders sternly asked, but seemed to put in a genorous note for he was a guest.

"I'm going out to meet the Squib." Lumbia quickly lashed back, his voice much softer than his the quickness of his words.

The two guards seperated, allowing the Jedi to exit. Standing infront of the much shorter blue furred Squib, the two began conversating. Lumbia and his new friend walked slowly toward the speeder, both continuing with the talk.

"Get my lightsaber off the planet of Datooine. I have made a message to Urika's highest presit to deliver it there. It should be on the planet in the highest populated town in a store called "Teras Slash"." Lumbia said, his eyes forward though his words were clearly directed to the shorter Squib.

The Squib only nodded, his eyes filled with an akward confusion, though he knew that this situation was only being carried out because he was indebt to the Jedi race. He did though have questions.

"Why won't you just have it delivered here?" The Squib quickly said, his curiosity finally getting the better of him.

"Well the fact that this is a blockaded planet is one reason and I would think that the Empire might not be fond of a once Rebel having a lightsaber in his hand." Lumbia said, his eyes being directed downward into those of the Squib. A genorous smile came to his face as he drifted his hand over the speedcar.

The engine began suddenly with the movement of the force. The door opened and allowed the Squib to enter.

"May the Force be with you." The young Jedi stated in a dry, but sincere terms. His head went into a bow of respect, replied with the Squibs salute.

It was soon after that the Squib was off into the deep traffic of the skyline on Coruscant. The Imperial City was covered in the traffic, just like in then past of the Old Republic, Old Empire and New Republic. It was truly a fascinating sight.

Turning about, the Jedi entered the captial again, heading back to his quaters.

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"Master Berayen, where are we going?" The protocal droid, by the name of C3-K6, curiosily questioned as it headed stiffly behind it's master. A bit ahead of it was the fast moving astromech droid. It's proud attitude and loyality expressed through his haste to get beside it's Master.

The R2 unit's name was R2-T4, a very new polished model that had been acquired in a gamble in the slums of Coruscant. It was a possession of Lanlif he felt had carved a great relationship with, to the point that he could understand it vaguely. It was hard to continue on in trips though without his protocal droid to assistant him with the beeping language.

"We are heading for Datooine." Lanlif said in a stern, but quick voice as he led the two up the ramp. His astromech droid close beside him during their venture toward the frontier of the ship. C3-K6 finally made it about a minute after Lanlif entered the cockpit. Closing the door, which pulled in the ramp, the ships engines began activating.

"I hope their won't be any casualities." The protocail nervously said as he stood stiffened like a statue behind Lanlif and R2-T4 in the cockpit.

Lanlif gave him an assuring smirk and began with the quick exit out of the hangar and into the field of the blockade. Slowing down as he reached the atomsphere, he began with his tranmission over the intercom with the Imperial base.

"This is Pilot of the Tesk Matter, by the name of Lanlif Berayen. I'm heading to Datooine for some credit making."

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Seperating all apart, he created a linkage with Lanlif, his Squib companion. A smile curved on his face as he watched his friend do the deed. He felt their was doubt in the eyes of the blue furred creature when he explained the mission, but it seemed his love with the Jedi race drove him to do it.

Yet, that smile became a frown as he watched the Tesk Matter, Lanlif's ship, entered the blockade field, that covered the planet like a jacket. He felt the presence of disturbance and doubtfulness in his friends mind. Quickly shifting in his seat, Lumbia opened his eyes, escaping the trance. Taking in his surrondings for a matter of seconds, he was onto his feet, heading for the door.

Looking at the two Reborns, he began with his stern, but soft demand.

"Could you take me to the lobby room and report Mr. Tarnus that I would like to talk to him?"

The two looked confused, but gestured for a moment of time a firm unwillingness to do anything about this demand. It was later that the Jedi gave them both a curtious and gentle smile that they found trust in the man and escorted him.

On through the hallways and into the lobby room, they went to report the situation while he rested. He watched out through the window as the stars smiled down on him with all it's brillance. It was a time when he cared nothing of the stars, but now they resembled something.

The men, women and children that he had killed in his time along with others. It was a pretty sight indeed, but their was a sense of melancholy behind it's existence. The planets it shined upon, but all of those planets held existences and lost of existence.

Beautiful indeed...

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But the specifics weren’t coming just yet. Amongst those images were traces of many different races in many different locations; the only common link seemed to be the implication of fighting via the death and destruction seen in these images...

...but the perpetrator of this fighting, death, and destruction was elusive.

Were these species merely fighting with one another? Was this some sort of Rebellion with the Empire?

Or was it something else entirely...?

This last thought only served to trouble Shawn even more. For he couldn’t avoid the possibility that this was somehow linked to the Sith.

But then, what if it wasn’t? And even if it did involve them, did that necessarily make them perpetrators...

...or just parties involved? And who could say that ALL of the Sith were involved? After all, there did seem to be a split even when he was with them...

Finally opening his eyes, his look admittedly troubled as he realized his forehead and palms were sweaty from the strain focusing on the Force had caused him, he at length stood and headed for the fresher. Suddenly Shawn knew he had to speak with someone about this, and suddenly he knew he would never be at ease until there were a lot more answers to the growing list of concerns now weighing on his mind...

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"ICC, out."

Elsewhere....

The senior of the two Reborn cast a sidelong glance at his compatriot, then stiffened a bit more than the scenario warranted. Now on the other side of the dark haired young man, the other Reborn did likewise, one hand straying to lightly lay upon the butt of his lightsaber.

The first Reborn's eyes darkened, and his lip curled into something just shy of a sneer.

"The Lieutenant General will call for you at his disposal... Sir," he ended with, now not bothering to hide the smug look which had crept out upon his face along with his broadening supercilious smile.

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GALEN JhinDarr?! It must be the same Galen I met on Sullust...she was having thoughts of someone named Darra...and if that's the case, she didn't knew where she is.

So she couldnt be a a suspect. Nonethless, Romanus felt a bit nervous over the idea...after all, he DID attack her on that planet.

Fate works in mysterious ways. Best to get this investigation going...

Later, at the Blue Asteroid Estates...

"HEY! You forgot my fee!" shouted the driver in his Gran language as Romanus hopped off the speeder. His boots landed with a smack on the wet street ground.

Romanus waved his hand at the drive. "Heard it was free rides for people who don't have any money."

There was a slight murmur from the driver as the Force took affect on him, and within seconds was zooming off for his next customer. Romanus was standing in front of the residence, with a squad of Reborn standing around out front.

He approached casually up to them, and noted the alert look on their faces as they detected the Force within him...

Romanus held up a hand, and stopped just a few feet away. "I'm the one Tarnus sent."

Without even looking at each other in question, their leader walked up to meet the tracker face-to-face. "Romanus, right?"

"That's right. Let's get this started shall we? How did your squad and Private Edgar set up here?"

There was a slight pause from the Reborn at the change of rank, but realization came in as he nodded slightly. "Right, we left the...Private...in a room alone with the baby. We set up a perimeter outside, and had watchers covering the windows from afar."

"So no one could come in or go out without being seen?"

"Yes, sir." the Reborn responded. Romanus raised an eyebrow as he asked his next question.

"So how did Edgar and the babe disappear?"

The man simply threw his hands in the air and shook his head. "I have no idea. There was no way he, or anyone else, could have escaped without being seen. We had every entrance, and every POSSIBLE entrance, guarded."

Romanus scratched around the bloody scab at the back of his neck in frustration. This didn't make any sense...

"Alrighty," he began, pulling his hand back down. "Was there anything suspicious going on? Did you sense anything wrong?"

Another pause. The leader looked back slightly at the other hooded soldiers before he responded. "We sensed something...else...moments before we discovered the room empty."

"And...?"

"Well, it was strange, sir. It was like when he sensed the Dark Side within you as you approached, but what we sensed before was...HUGE. It was abnormal, something we never felt before."

Romanus opened his mouth to reply but the Reborn cut him off as he continued. "And the strangest thing is...we knew it somehow. All of us felt it was familiar somehow."

Some members of the squad nodded at that. That last statement simply made things more complicated.

"Okay, thanks for your time. You can go home to your barracks or what not..." At that he turned away, planning his trip to go to the "Khar Delban system"...wherever that is.

Let's see here: Galen didn't have her, and it sounds like Edgar was kidnapped along with the baby. That leaves only one suspect, this Jharmeen JhinDarr person.

Romanus waved at an incoming cab, signalling to come pick him up. On a Sith planet, too...the Sith! From what I've studied I thought they were completely annihilated.

He smiled as the speeder hovered just above the ground, waiting for him to come aboard. Looks like something I'll have to see for myself...

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He never was fond of the galatic control, but he had no political place to say anything. Anyways, he was a pilot--who cared about government when you ran through space, working the stars like no other. Yet, it did become tiresome to look up and see a blockade everyday, caused simply by the Empire.

Their were reasons to hate and love them, which at times became very unbalanced.

These were one of those times, where he felt a sense of irritation, but that couldn't cloud his judgement. After a time of non-response, he thought through the answer. Finally coming to a conclusion, he opened the comlink and began.

"Well, I have to make it off this planet. I have work to do. How is the Empire any better than the New Republic if you can't help a citizen manage his life." Lanlif said, his voice clean and without a hence of agitation or anger.

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"Tesk Matter, this is ICC," he began again. "You are to return to point of origin, I repeat. You are to return to point of origin, General Order 73. No further warning or instruction will be given; if this order is not obeyed within the next three standard minutes, you will be hulled."

With that the lieutenant nodded in an almost casual manner to the weapons officer, who twirled a couple dials, zeroed in on the ship, and fired three ion blasts in quick succession: one to the port, one to the starboard, and one directly over the bow of Lanlif's ship.

Now cleanly having bracketed the target, the weapons officer quickly armed a torpedo, then fell into frozen immobility, a finger poised with deadly accuracy over the firing pin. At his communications station, the lieutenant peered into his screen with equal intensity, waiting to see which it would be that the Tesk Matter would choose:

Life. Or death.

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He as a pilot knew when a challenge would only end in negativity, and this was one of those occasions. He'd have to prolong his return to the piloting world, but not before he gave a stern but agitated remark.

Opening the comlink once more before he retreated from the face of battle, he began. "There goes one more citizen you can check off the list who hates the Empire."

He descended back down, heading toward the hangar once more. The Tesk Matter laid motionless for a second longer, as Lanlif took in a sigh and toward the door with his two droid friends.

"Head back to your resting capsules, I'm going back to the city to tell Lumbia of this situation."

As he said, the droids ventured to their resting area, last hearing the footsteps of their master on the path to his speeder.

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"Would Lanlif make it through the blockade?" He said, as if reminding himself of the question. "I feel his presence is uninjured. Maybe he did.."

The retired Rebel opened his eyes, taking his body out the format for meditation. His legs being once again on the surface, while his muscles relaxed. It was a fascinating thing to understand, and feel the Force tingle in him like every emotion.

Lumbia reached once more into the past, remembering the times when he felt what he wielded was a curse. 'It had to have come from the poisionious wound of his mother', he remembered saying. Those days he felt women were inferior, but Lumbia knew now that was all just an influence from society. The female was very attractive being, but their was much more too it than just the job for reproducing and work. They were the more tender, special things the galaxy had ever captured and able to call it's own.

Females of all race, especially humans were angels stuck in beautiful flesh, needed to be placed upon a throne the same size as men. Their was no mistaking it, he had changed from his earlier days, but he still felt so helpess like a child, just like he did in the past. Unable to help those around him, to be as productive as the others were.

He wasn't even a real Jedi. Just a play one, like he was a 6 year old child again dressed in plastic armor in the woods with his friend. Playing like he was a warrior, but he knew he would never be one. It was so apperant now that he wouldn't and it seemed it would be the same for the path of a Jedi.

Their was no possible way Sorbern would expect the idea of Jedi revival. It would create too much turmoil in the galaxy and even if he did, it wouldn't be on Tattoine. The landscape was horrible, but that wasn't his problem and it never would be.

He'd likely just be a drifting being in space, prepared to create turmoil everywhere he went, for he was uneeded. Just as a black hole...

Like a black hole..

He told himself again, his eyes closing as he tried to rejuvenate himself from the depressive state. It had been hard all this time without a family, and had just started to take it's toll.

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"The possible future turmoil of the galaxy..." he started in almost a whisper, "I have seen it also..."

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"You've only seen a fraction of what I have seen...what I have always seen..."

Paul opened his eyes, but did not look at Shawn. Instead he stared straight ahead as if in a trance. "The visions first came when I was on Hoth. They have become more frequent ever since."

He sighed and finally glanced at the other Jedi. "And since we're on the subject, you wish to know about my experience with the Sith?"

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With nothing more than Shawn simply waited in silence, something in the far reaches of his mind wondering just when Arrakeen would ask the same of him...

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Leaping out of the speedcar, the blue furred haggle raced creature came to the door where two, well-attired Reborn were stationed for guard. Nodding his head as he gazed with his big twin orbs at the men.

"I'm here for Lumbia again, I wish to go to the lobby room and wait for their Cheif in Command to talk about the situation on the blockade." Lanlif dryily stated, his hands being placed behind his back.

After a stall the two guards seperated, allowing him the path to enter. There he was meet by a group of Reborn, in which leaded him to what he had searched for. Walking down the polished, and well architeched hall, painted with romantic pictures of great people in the past.

Everyone that had brought change to the galaxy in one way or another was somewhere on those walls, and he hoped one day they would add him.

Suddenly, his emotions shifted as he reminisced his father and mother's love. When he was a youngling, that they wanted to become great, though in their eyes he already was. He knew he would never get that feeling again, especially froma woman. With his luck, he'd get as far as accidently dropping glass of water on them.

"Heh, when I come back, I'll have to talk somehow to my family." He muttered to himself before he entered the lobby chamber. Sitting down befoe Lumbia, giving him a curtious smile.

It was soon that smile whittered away by the eerie silence. In the eyes of Lumbia were a sense of knowledge, as if he had already known what had taken course without Lanlif getting the chance ot say it. But, Lanlif not being so observant, began with his explaining anyways.

"Master Jedi--",he began, only to be cut off by Lumbia quick tongue, lashing quickly out, "I'm no Jedi."

Lanlif confusingly looked down into his palm, trying to grasp on why the Jedi would say such a thing. It was a matter of seconds that he was able to brush the comment off and continue with his statement.

"Well I couldn't manage to get the lightsaber because they wouldn't allow me to go through the blockade. I'm here to get some clearance." He ended, with a single nod from Lumbia.

Then their was utter silence, which lead for the two to think & mutter quietly to themselves without one another's interuption.

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The Captain led his squad on, coming to a landing platform and commandeering a handily present multiple-personnel flitter. His troop flowed in like quicksilver; the Captain himself took control and soon was swooping through the heavy and constant flow of air traffic so unique to Coruscant. It didn't take long for them to find the establishment in which the Empire's new guests were dining; having been introduced to their Force signature it was nothing for the Reborn to home in on them with minimum fuss or scouting.

The flitter came to a determined landing just outside the establishment, sending bystanders and walkers on the street, not to mention airborne traffic en route downward, all flying to get out of its way. The moment it touched the cool duracrete of the street its hatch flew open, and the squad flowed out as efficiently as they had filled the little craft. Moving with smooth synchronization, they entered the facility, and in no time found themselves in front of the table taken by Shawn and Paul, their sudden presence obviously interrupting the jedis' conversation.

The topic of that conversation was of no interest to this particular group of reborn. The Captain broke from the group by speaking in a deep authoritative bass.

"You are to return to Lt. General's ready room immediately. He will be giving you audience within the hour."

Their message delivered, the Captain made a small motion, then turned and led his squad back to the flitter. Behind him remained two Reborn, whose sole task was to see the pair followed orders as given, and without encountering any mishap along the way.

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Then he stepped away from the table, falling in step behind the Reborn as they began their journey back to the CCHQ. He couldn't help but frown slightly as that chill which denoted the darkside crept into his Force-senses; with effort, Shawn smoothed the frown over into a look of utter passivity.

The Darkside...it was all about this place...

...and Shawn was disturbed by it. This was going to be a very long walk.

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Where, Kia'ra, just exactly where, are you going now?

She'd been decided that going back to Rhyloth was not in the cards. But did she really want to stay here, on Coruscant? Kia'ra frowned to herself.

Being without a home was getting tiring. Maybe just a brief visit to Rhyloth, if not to visit her family, then to at least collect her thoughts enough to figure out just where she was going next...

Unconsciously, Kia'ra nodded to herself. Then she stood, turning then to her Reborn escort. "Thank you for your kindness," she said to them. "Is it possible that I may speak with the Lt. General? I think I'm going to take the offer of being returned to my homeworld after all..."

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I wasted no time in preamble.

"I have decided to grant your request of beginning a new Jedi Praxeum on Tatooine," I began, directing those words to Shawn Petrolu. His signature serenity was broken only by one brow, which raised a bit before settling back to join its mate.

I smiled, leaning back. "Of course I am also ordering for an attachment of Reborn, to act as... liason between this new Jedi school and the Empire... should there be any special requests you might have of us."

As well as to keep an eye on how things develop, I thought, clearly reading this obvious if unspoken thought in the eyes of those before me.

Nodding, I got to my feet. "If you wish, you may depart immediately," I ended, indicating the door to my room. Quite suddenly I had had enough of leadership and responsibilities, and wanted nothing more than to don my armor and begin a few scouting expeditions of my own in the underworld of Coruscant. Somewhere my baby girl was being hidden away, and from the length of time which had passed in which I had heard nothing from the hunter I had hired, I couldn't help but think that if I was going to get her back, I'd have to do it myself.

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He piloted the ship behind a freighter, part of a small group of other ships who seem to have been granted access to leave.

"Attention Star Destroyer." he spoke, holding the communications button down. "This is the Usurper. I'm on a special mission to the...uh...Khar Delban system. Requesting clearance to exit blockade."

He switched it off to await the response...

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Then with one more brief nod, Shawn turned, allowing the squad of Reborn to take those who were in the ready room back to the hanger where their freighter had been berthed. Under that calm look Shawn maintained his mind was spinning with thoughts and plans regarding what yet lay ahead...

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...Kia'ra hesitated, once more feeling dreadfully out of place, once more feeling like she had nowhere to really go, no purpose for her life whatsoever.

Her lekku twitched a bit nervously before she made enough effort to keep them still. Then she finally spoke up. "If it is possible to do so without imposing upon the Jedi again, I'd like to be taken back to Rhyloth," she started. "There isn't much of a place for me there, but it might be better than the only place I can think of that there would be for me here..."

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The order flashed at lightspeed from the command destroyer, relaying onto Romanus's communication screen. It was but mere seconds before an answering communication sped back; the lieutenant at Communications aboard ISSD Catalytic nodded in a satisfied way, turning to the officer on deck, motioning to his own screen as he did so. That officer came over, placing one hand upon the board as he bent over the lieutenant's shoulder, then he straightened and clasped his hands behind his back. He nodded, once.

The lieutenant turned back to his board.

"Usurper, your request is granted. Follow these departure coordinates: X000deg, 12' 38"; Y147 deg, 55' 03"; Z89 deg, 42' 15".

"Enjoy your trip. ISSD Catalytic, out."

With that he turned to intership communications, ordering a particular few ships to drop their crossed tractor beams, and ordering one or two to back off a few degrees from their stringent placement in the Coruscant blockade network. This accomplished, he watched as the small speck of green which was Usurper fled through the opening provided for her.

The moment the infiltrator cleared the outer blockade, all ships moved back to their original coordinates, their tractor beams once again uncompromisingly interlaced. Below them, the entrapped planet whirled indifferently upon its axis, sheening the underbellies of the blockading ships with its ever-present light.

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Taking his dark browns onto those of the haggler, he began, still continuing their walk toward the freight.

"Lanlif, are you going to come with us?" He questioned, his eyebrow curving upward only a tad to implicate his confusion. Lanlif only nodded in response though, with Lumbia feeling a sense of timidiness from the Squib.

It was clear why, they were before Reborn, a group that would soon be taken the task of being liaison. The men could end up telling anything they said to Sorben, which could easily place them all in a bad situation. Yet, that sense of fear seemed to vanish when the Squib finally grew enough courage to talk, even though in a whispering voice.

"I'm going to put my ship on sale and get a new one on Tattoine. Yet, I must leave now so I can get my two driods. They are considerably helpful."

With that Lanlif departed with a pair of Reborn, heading off to his hangar, where he would be able to attain his droids and be back in time for departure.

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"It would appear your little friend has a great fear of us," he said mildly enough, although the very words carried an undercurrent of something dark and foreboding in them.

"I do not see how this is, considering the Empire has so graciously granted your request and is giving you leave of Coruscant. To be able to come and go from this planet is not a common occurrence at this time; the fact that you have been allowed to do so must reflect something of Lt. General Tarnus's feelings about you, and the task which lays ahead of you on Tatooine."

His face resumed its initial bland expression, and he turned to the spaceport ahead.

"There should thus be no fear of speaking before us; there is nothing you could say or do at this point which would cause our Imperial Forces any manner of concern."

He then fell silent, quietly waiting for the rodent-like creature to return so he could finish his escorting task and be rid of these Jedi altogether.

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It was immeditate that astromech began with curious beeps from the presence of the Reborn. Without response to them, the group headed forward, back into the safe guard of the Reborn at the speeder.

Opening the a comlink to a friend, he began negotiating what the price of his speeder and ship would be. When it came to a conclusion, the credits were high and the craft was on the ground before the hangar.

Jumping out the speeder with R2-T4 & C3-K6 beside him, they entered the freight, greeted by a group of Reborn and the crew.

"I'm prepared for depature, sir." The short rodent said timidly, as he looked up into the face of the Reborn.

The fear in his voice was clear, but it wasn't as obvious when it came to understanding why...

Entering the freight, the Squib sat on one of the luxurious couches, while his two droids, interested in the new group of people, hung near the cockpit.

After a moment of silence, the freight rummbled. Motioning upward, it hovered for a matter of seconds before it blasted off. Heading for the jacket tight blockade that circled the planet, a slow sigh came from the Squib's mouth. A smile coming to his face, he quickly fell asleep--taking a rest that would rejuvinate him for his return to his homeland. Stars, ship and pirates--oh my, the home away from home. Space, where no one could hear his loud snores....

Other then the crew inside..

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