Inside the confines of coach class travelers, a Reborn was in the process of lowering his arm, his comm-link fading from in-use to shut-off. He rose to his feet, nodding to his companion, then in a motion both swift and unstoppable grasped the Squib by his furry blue arm.

"Orders are orders... sir," he said evenly. "And they are to see that you depart Coruscant with those you arrived here with."

With no other word spoken but those the Reborn ushered the squeaking Squib from the freighter, pausing en route to gather up his two mechanical compatriots. They marched down the gangway and onto the duracrete of the space port; one of the Reborn lifted his hand in greeting to the others who waited in the distance.

Then with no further ado they joined the party of waiting Reborn and Jedi, the thunder of the freighter as it was finally allowed to blast off ringing hotly in their ears.

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"Shawn--", Lumbia began, taking a seat between the two Jedi before he continued on. "Since he agreed to place the Jedi Praxuem on Tattoine, do you think he will create a blockade on Illum? Since that is a source for lightsaber construction."

Waiting for a response as he scanned over the controls, meanwhile Paul concentrated on getting through the blockade without crashing.

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Romanus sat back as the stars morphed into a tunnel. The ship shook as it jumped into hyperspace...

The hunter closed his eyes and, finally, was able to get some sleep. As his conscious began to slip under, Romanus heard familiar voices from his past, signalling the beginning of a dream...or a nightmare...

"The Empire's cancelling Project Resurrection. Lord Desaan is moving funds to the Reborn project."

"They can't do that! We've worked on the clones for years now!"

"There's nothing we can do..."

"...Yes there is. Quickly, shut down the security system..."

((Follow Romanus to The Point of No Return in the Jedi Praxeum and Sith Temple Forum))

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"But first things first. We need to make this announcement to every Jedi in the galaxy, and let them know there is hope for us on Tatooine." At that, Paul switched on the ship's comm.

He waited until the name ISSD Catalytic appeared on one of the monitors on the control board. "This is Paul Arrakeen, I'm carrying a group of passenger to Tatooine. I have orders from General Tarnus..."

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"How are we going to report it to everyone in the galaxy? We'd need to be broadcast all over the galaxy to do that." He said, leaning back in his seat to ponder an answer to his own question.

It had become suddenly clear after minutes of contemplation. Their would have to be someone, if Paul and Shawn didn't broadcast it, to taken missions to sectors and do the job. If not that, the only other alternative was the help of the Empire, which wouldn't fit right. They were beginning to ask too many favors from the government, which would never be the way of the Jedi. Politics were poision to all walks of life in this galaxy and whether the Force was strong in a Jedi, they couldn't defend politics.

"Hmm, Shawn--I wouldn't mind you awnsering this question either. I have made up ways of getting around broadcasting, if we don't do that, but I'd like your wisdom."

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Quieting for a moment, Shawn let his greeny-blue eyes go back and forth between Lumbia and Paul. "Secondly, I think before we talk about how to let all possible Jedi in the galaxy know of the rebuilding of the Praxeum, we'd better survey Tatooine, see what shape the planet is in, and evaluation what structures we might be able to use for a base, at least in the beginning. And I see absolutely no reason why we can't broadcast the Jedi Praxeum via the Holonet or even perhaps with the Empire's assistance...

...you act as though they didn't give us the permission themselves to restart it."

Shawn frowned a moment at that, then his look turned utterly calm once more, though somewhat vague as the images of his vision began wandering to the forefront of his mind once more. "You can mark my words on this, I fully believe the Empire is the least of our worries..."

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"Then who," He began, his voice projected in a bit of an agitated tone. "Who would it be that could actually care about little ol' us?"

It was something to ponder though, whether he believed their was an adversary out there or not. Lumbia knew from his own expirences that others were always out there, that hated you. Someone that actually cared mainly if you lived, but not in the loving way. He was once one of those people, who cared if everyone in the galaxy lived. It was the fact that he didn't want them to live that made him one with the dark side.

It took struggle to get away from the dark side and it seemed to only continue on within his emotions forever.

"Someone such as a Dark Jedi," He asked, his voiced contorted to be in a more casual tone, though his words seemed much more powerful then his tone let on.

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"My apologies Master Petrolu. It has been a while since I trusted the Empire with anything..." he said, still looking ahead.

Though you are right...the Empire are the least of our worries. Perhaps I should talk to Lumbia about the Sith as well? Paul thought, directing it to Shawn.

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The sole Imperial dreadnought, Todthund, hovered just beyond the edge of sensor range of the Obra-skai system. Instead, it's eyes and ears were maintained by a small and barely perceptible recon droid it had launched into a polar geo-synchronous orbit of that planet. The little droid, picking up the incoming ship, snipped off an obedient and highly compressed blip to it's Masters, informing them that one ship was entering the system. Then it quieted, tuning it's electronic senses toward the ship Ruhatt and Ken were in, and waited to see if any other newcomers would arrive.

And when the second ship came arrowing in on the heels of the first, it sent off that information to it's command center as well....

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It never rains but it pours, isn't that right, Hunter?

My hand came down on my desktop already fisted, initiating a return communication to Captain Jissel of the Todthund.

"Thank you, my friend," I said, now all icy cool and calm and collected once again. "Please move your ship into closer proximity and keep an eye on things, would you? While that system isn't really of the greatest importance, it should still be... monitored... in case something would occur that would demand our assistance.

"Lt. General Tarnus, out."

Then I headed out, looking forward to a small vacation....

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It was soon after that it got it's wishes, with it going into hyperdrive. The stars become blurs of light, reaching back to grasp the back of the freight to hold on, but never managing to do so. It was a ride smooth and nice, with everyone having the chance to rest.

"So, Master Arrakeen, I have a weird feeling that you have something to tell me. What is it?"

((OOC: Head off to Jedi Praxuem/Sith Temple forum where you'll watch as the Jedi Praxuem is to be rebuilt on Tattoinie))

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Lt. General Tarnus leaps back into action in Down The Rabbit Hole in the "Jedi/Sith" forums, thank you!))

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