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Chapter 54
🕑 Added 2024-04-28 13:37:16 +0000 UTCSullust Libration Point ‘L5’, Sullust System
Brema Sector
One tends to lose the meaning of time in hyperspace, even more so after days of continuous lightspeed. Watching the intricacies of the cosmos burn past the viewports in nothing more than a frenzied blur, stars and supernovas reduced to gleaming sapphire lines shooting through the void. In this otherworldly environment of somewhere between night, day, and twilight, even Harbinger’s internal chronos felt unreliable, ticking away in a steady limbo until they could resynchronise back in realspace.
It was well-researched, the speed at which certain hyperdrives hurled its host through hyperspace, but not quite understood. Such equipment were finicky, sensitive things, and even the lightest maintenance could change travel times–upwards to entire days, when transiting significant distances. The hypermatter feed, the hyperdrive motivator, the relativistic shield, all play their part, down to the smallest component. A hyperdrive was no more complicated than Anakin’s cybernetic arm, yet no less complicated than his lightsaber.
This, Anakin knew very well, and all who knew Anakin knew just as well. Excluding the precious few people the Chosen One held close to him dearly in his life, the Chosen One always seemed to prefer the company of machines over men. And the result? Harbinger and the cruisers of Anakin Skywalker’s personal division of the Open Circle Fleet were a definite cut above the rest. They were faster, and more responsive, and made a journey from Coruscant to Sullust, a journey that would normally take a fortnight, in less than half the time. And yet, every day they shaved off pushing their hyperdrives to the limit, every hour, minute, second–and it still felt like it wasn’t enough.
To make matters worse, they had no way of knowing whether they could still make it in time, beyond blind hope. Ships at hyperspeed ‘did not exist’ in the conventional sense, they were effectively cut off from all subspace–conventional–communications whilst in the simu-tunnel. Nor was hypercomm tech currently advanced enough to breach the walls of a simu-tunnel without hyperwaves being distorted beyond recognition.
Thus the only communication available was between ships within the same simu-tunnel instance, in which the entire division of the Open Circle existed. It was for this reason commercial freighters, supply vessels, and even military warships regularly hopped out of hyperspace even on long-distance transits; not just to reorient their bearings, but also to resync their chronos and check in with the galaxy. All the more in war, when the possibility one’s destination had changed hands was very real.
But Anakin wouldn’t risk it, couldn’t risk it. Leaping out of hyperspace, accounting for the fleet, and leaping back in could take hours, especially when wrangling over a hundred Venators in full. Time did not run linearly in this alien dimension, and every second counted in lives. They could wait and hope to detect the Sullust System’s upcoming hyperspace buoy sooner than later.
Even then, Anakin Skywalker knew something wasn’t quite right. His gut churned as he anxiously stared at the endless depths of the swirling blue ahead, his legs frozen in place even then.
“General,” Admiral Yularen’s gruff voice appeared next to him, “I am concerned about the possibility that we are heading straight into an ambush.”
“You think Rees Alrix has already lost?”
“This is the Rain Bonteri we are dealing with, not any Separatist commander,” Yularen tugged at his moustache, and despite his composed demeanour, Anakin knew his colleague’s habits enough to recognise the sign of discomfort, “I think you can forgive me for exercising severe caution on this instance, General.”
“What do you recommend?”
“I understand you intend on using Sullust’s mass shadow to force an extraction as close to the planet as possible,” Yularen said, “But might I suggest we extract at the outer planets, either Mumunubb or Munumubb? In this case, at least we won’t be leaping directly into an enemy trap, should there be one.”
“That will take time–”
“With all due respect, General,” the Admiral was clearly reaching the end of his patience with the Jedi General’s stubbornness, “But the only case in which we would be ‘too late’ would be if we manage to extract in the exact moment Alrix had been engaged in battle. It would require more than the stars aligning for that to occur.”
“...Very well,” Anakin receded, “I suppose you are raising this issue because we are approaching Sullust?”
“We had detected bypassing the Medth and Tshindral Systems’ relays,” Admiral Yularen confirmed, “We will be extracting in a few hours.”
“Get the men up to battle readiness,” the Jedi General ordered, “Inform Appo to get his buckets into the larties, and pilots to their squadrons. Where is Tallisibeth?”
“In her bunk, General,” Yularen replied dryly, “Catching some rest is far more productive than… pacing the deck, in my opinion.”
“I see you’ve warmed up to her.”
“She’s a hard worker, and gets along well with the troops,” the stiff Yularen admitted, “I may have drawn the short end of the stick for my Jedi General, but I couldn’t have asked for a better Jedi Commander.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment, considering I chose her,” a short laugh spilled out naturally, releasing some of the tension coiling in his muscles, “Get her up here. And get the men ready.”
“Very good, General,” Yularen dipped his chin, and disappeared back towards the battle room.
Alarms rang wildly, klaxons blaring the sound of upcoming battle into the heads into a million grim-faced spacers and soldiers. Beneath the shut dorsal hangar doors, hundreds of pilots climbed into their starfighters, while clone troopers boarded their gunships, running through their pre-combat rituals. This was to be their third battle with Separatist viper, and the remembrance of their previous engagements have been carved into their memories.
“–Jedi Commander Esterhazy on deck!”
The snapping fabric of salutes didn’t seem to affect Tallisibeth so much this time around, as she half-jogged up to her Master’s place, “You wanted us to fight the Coalition Armada, Master, back on the Perlemian.
“Not like this,” Anakin breathed out.
With a shimmer and thud, Harbinger lurched out of hyperspace, coming face to face with the rocky, barren mass of Munumubb. Behind the cover of the planet, a hundred Republic cruisers launched their complements of starfighters and combat escorts, massive turbolasers batteries groaning as they pointed their barrels towards Sullust, fully expecting an armed and ready enemy fleet to meet them.
Anakin found out what had been bugging him all this time.
It was silent. Too silent. The Force hung over the star system like mist over a graveyard, the stillness eerie and pervading.
“...We’re not picking up signs of either fleet, Admiral,” Anakin could hear Lieutenant Klev inform Yularen, “The system’s empty.”
“Deploy our recon fighter wings,” the Admiral immediately commanded, “Bring our fleet across Munumubb’s orbit and plot a vector towards Sullust.”
“Were we too late…?” Tallisibeth murmured, stepping back and descending into the data pits, naturally melting into the operators and officers as if she had always belonged there.
Hours passed, Admiral Yularen’s concerns unfounded, as the Open Circle Fleet carefully cut its way through the stillness of the black ocean, long-range scanners systematically sweeping every planetoid, asteroid, and satellite in the vast expanse of space. Anakin wrapped himself in the Force, its familiar presence like a quilt against the cold vacuum outside, even as he overhead his apprentice instructing the sensor operators in the data pits with a finesse one might expect from career officers.
She seemed at home, down there, as Anakin might feel at home surrounded by droids and machines, using her keen insight to guide the fleet towards objects of interest any normal person might not be able to pick up on.
“Found it!” Lieutenant Avrey suddenly exclaimed.
“Your training, Lieutenant!” Admiral Yularen snapped, “What did you find? Bearing? Range?”
“Distress signals on GAR frequencies!” Avrey clutched her headset as she jockeyed her station, Tallisibeth’s close gaze right over the officer’s shoulder as she observed the wavelengths for even the smallest detail, “Bearing oh-three-two relative, range… ten system astro-units! It’s faint, sir, but it's there! Must be running for days…”
Days. They were too late by entire days.
“Fix contact!” Jedi General Anakin Skywalker swung around, “Helm, bring us on that bearing! I want a precision jump right on top of it! Get a message down to medical; I want warm beds on standby, bacta patches and tanks!”
“Yes, sir!”
Admiral Yularen stalked closer to Anakin, his voice hushed, “This might be a Separatist trick, General.”
Anakin narrowed his eyes, “It isn’t.”
“Is that the Force talking, General?”
“No,” Tallisibeth climbed back onto the deck, “Out of all the tricks our opponent has in his bag, this wouldn’t be one of them. Klev, what are you seeing there?”
The sensor officer shrugged in frustration, grinding his teeth, “Nothing conclusive, sir. It’s ten system AUs out–that’s a hundred-fifty million klicks. It’s all too dark, too small. It could be debris, or a small asteroid field… but considering the reflections, I’m leaning towards the former.”
“Too dark, too small,” Tallisibeth echoed, “Doesn’t sound like active warships to me. Anything else, Klev?”
“It’s right on top of Sullust’s fifth libration point,” Lieutenant Klev reported, “Stable orbit. If left alone, that field will stay there for a couple million years, I’d wager.”
Anakin almost didn’t notice the stars lengthening as Harbinger threw herself into pseudomotion–before throwing herself right out of it just as quickly. Then, where there were stars and void before, there was now a vast debris field, just as the sensor operator predicted. Anakin felt his chest clench as he spotted the telltale red painted schemes of Venators and Tectors, half-bleached by solar radiation, half-slagged by enemy fire. Yet another mass grave for millions of Republic spacers.
“I want bioscans–” it took a mechanical whirr for him to realise he was clenching his fists as well, “And get Appo out there. Avrey, find and relay the sources of those distress signals.”
“Right away, sir,” the officer had repressed her usual enthusiasm, stoically carrying out her duty.
From their vantage point, Anakin could see the dorsal hangar doors sliding open, dozens or LAAT gunships pouring forth before the doors were even fully open. That sinking feeling only continued to deepen as they pressed into the twisted forest of steel, following the trail of destruction. It was obvious to all who won. There were scores of Republic-made hulks drifting about, many still intact, but they have yet to spot a single Separatist warship.
“...Right,” Tallisibeth muttered beneath her breath.
But Anakin caught it easily, “Right?”
“Turn right,” his Padawan pointed at the debris, “If we want to find out what happened, we need to find Master Alrix’s flagship, which will be at the head. So, we’ll need to retrace the line of battle.”
Anakin raised an eyebrow, but turned to Admiral Yularen anyway.
“Helm; hard right,” Yularen nodded, “Meet her there.”
To their left, a colossal durasteel corpse drifted past the viewports, almost twice as large as a Venator, its wedge-shape far more pronounced. A Tector-class Star Destroyer. Its hull had been punched in several places, and half of its bridge had been shorn off the stalk.
“...Callsign Imperious,” an officer said aloud as he recorded each wreck they passed, “Callsign Red Fox…”
“Left here!” Tallisibeth marched the length of the viewports, eyes darting from one wreck to the next, “Then starboard sixty-degrees in ten-thousand klicks.”
The silence… it became a deafening silence, muting out the universe, until not even the steady rumble of Harbinger’s sublight drives could be heard. Tallisibeth was sweating now, as she marched back across the deck, biting out orders to the helm.
“Tallisibeth,” Anakin ground out, feeling ice crawl up his veins.
“I know,” his apprentice gasped, “It’s getting hard to breathe. Helm– left, here!”
The Force was like a wellspring of water, its rivers and arms running through the entire universe, binding every life, fuelling every living creature, from the greatest space whales to the tiniest insect. It cradled artefacts, shrouded ancient battlefields, and roared over great events of history. The Force was a living will, and it existed where there was life, where there was once, and even where there wasn’t.
But it did not exist here. Something was consuming it, drinking it in like a desert would water.
And it was suffocating.
“These ships,” Tallisibeth said aloud, “They were attacked from both sides. Look at how the wrecks are crumpled.”
“It was reported General Alrix was outnumbered three-to-one,” even Admiral Yularen appeared uncomfortable at the sight of such one-sided destruction, “But I cannot fathom how the situation worsened to this level, in such a short period of time to that end.”
“...We’re reaching the end of the debris field,” Lieutenant Klev stood up, craning his head as if to peek over the rim of the viewports from his station in the data pit, “I’m running the scanners to try and pick up Resilient’s transponder. If her ship was destroyed, it would be right here.”
And Harbinger turned. The debris finally cleared. And there was nothing there to see.
Nothing but the infinite canvas of stars.
The datapits broke out in murmur, despite the presence of the Admiral, half a dozen sensor operators frantically scanning the surroundings for Resilient’s transponder. The transponder of any starship was located in the deepest recesses of their hull–the citadel, in the case of warships. Nothing but the complete obliteration of a starship could compromise its transponder, outside of internal foul play. Warships were sturdy things, especially capital ships. Battles end from the loss of atmosphere much sooner than the loss of the hull itself.
In other words, the crew almost always break before the ship.
“It’s a sharp turn,” Tallisibeth surveyed, “Wait… look, there. Can we rip the transponder out of that wreck?”
Anakin followed her finger–to the drifting husk of a Munificent-class frigate, the beaten Separatist Hex still proudly displayed on the hull. The ship had been bisected, its entire engine block missing. But upon that flared armoured scheme… were depictions of predator and prey, hunter and hunted. Ancient legends, ancient armies, ancient heroes.
Anakin knew the name of the ship before Lieutenant Klev even spoke it.
“Repulse. Flagship of Separatist Admiral Rain Bonteri.”
The entire bridge was silent. The name was spoken with trepidation. Much of Harbinger’s bridge crew were survivors of the 1st Battle of Christophsis, having barely escaped with their lives aboard the Pioneer, the only ship of Anakin’s original battle squadron to escape. Since then, this one figure had fought and defeated Jedi and Jedi, even going toe to toe with Master Plo Koon and Master Saesee Tiin, two of the High Council’s oldest and most veteran battlemasters.
From the beginning, they feared Rees Alrix’s chances.
“Did… did she win?” someone asked hopefully.
“Escape, more likely,” Admiral Yularan crossed his arms, “She must have broken out of the Separatist battle line here, and jumped southbound. Nevertheless, we have lost one of the most veteran fleets of the Republic–even if they were only made veteran by her campaign.”
“...No,” Anakin Skywalker said with finality, staring at that empty patch of space, “You are half-correct. Rees Alrix attempted to break out right here. And she failed.”
“But the Resilient isn’t here, Master,” Tallisibeth pointed out, “How are you so sure?”
Anakin scraped in a harsh breath, “Some things, Tallisibeth, you cannot see with your eyes. Use the Force. This one, you can see. I believe in you.”
He met his Padawan’s eyes, and nodded meaningfully. Tallisibeth’s mature eyes–much too mature for her age, but war made one grow quickly–hardened with determination, and she took a deep breath. Anakin could feel the energy warp around the Padawan as she entered a meditative state almost on a dime, and then she opened her eyes once more.
And gasped.
“That’s the Resilient?”
Her shock rippled through the crew. They could not see what she was seeing, but from the tone of voice alone, they knew it was not good. Anakin hated to confirm their suspicions.
“All that’s left of it, yes,” Anakin grimaced, “Or more accurately; all that’s left of Rees Alrix.”
In this case, the ship broke before the crew. There was nothing recognizable left of the Resilient, the famed warship that terrorised the Separatists for months on the largest hyperlane in the galactic south. Nothing left.
But the crew remained. The collective will of seven-thousand souls, knitted together by the spirit of their Jedi General. In the place where Resilient died, lived a massive bonfire, burning like a resplendent golden bloom. The Force ran through every living being, and even lingered after death, cradling artefacts and shrouding battlefields. It existed where there was life, and where there once was. And this Alrix’s great fire consumed the Force as an ordinary one would oxygen, sustaining itself off the lingering grudges of a million spacers and soldiers.
“This is her parting gift,” Anakin sighed, “We were too late.”
“...Sir,” Lieutenant Avrey broke the dismal silence, “We’re receiving a transmission from the Jedi Council.”
Anakin didn’t feel like dealing with them, “Real-time or recorded?”
“Real-time,” the comms officer said, “It’s, uh, coded Priority Alpha, sir.”
Priority Alpha. Skin prickling, senses jittering, Anakin held his breath. Now he really didn’t feel like hearing the news. But Priority Alpha was the highest standard of security for a transmission in the GAR, and thus the highest standard of importance as well. Considering his own track record, this must be the Jedi Council’s way of saying; no, Anakin, you really can’t ignore this one.
“Put it through.”
Avrey’s eyes widened imperceptibly, “Right here, General?”
“Questioning instructions, Lieutenant?” Admiral Yularan raised a stern eyebrow.
“I mean– right away, sir!”
“Anakin Skywalker,” Master of the Order Mace Windu said, his deep, commanding voice with an unusual sense of urgency, “We have been trying to reach you for days. You must retreat from Sullust immediately. General Horn Ambigene has invaded Eriadu, and is now heading straight towards you with nearly two-thousand ships.”
“Eriadu!” Tallisibeth repeated in alarm, “But… in such a short amount of time? Eriadu is… Eriadu!”
The Coruscant of the Outer Rim. A fortress world of twenty-two billion souls. A world that wouldn’t fall in a mere handful of days.
“We are still trying to confirm the situation,” Master Windu said gravely, “But the star system is dark, and even Republic Intelligence’s agents aren’t replying. We can only suspect General Ambigene did something… drastic.”
Drastic. He’s talking about indiscriminate orbital bombardment, isn’t he? These damn Separatists… these are the kind of people you are fighting for, Bonteri,
“Nevertheless, the Open Circle stands no chance against the full might of the Fourth Fleet,” the Jedi Master pressed, “Retreat, and regroup with the Second Sector Army.”
“–With all due respect, Master,” Anakin Skywalker rebelliously stomped towards the projection, “We were given orders to hunt down Rain Bonteri, and that is what we will continue to do.”
Mace Windu’s eyes glazed over, and then sharpened into chips of obsidian, “You are at Sullust. Report.”
Anakin looked up briefly, and then back down, “Rees Alrix’s entire fleet was destroyed. She was trapped in an annihilation battle, and killed in action. The enemy fleet is nowhere to be found.”
The Master of the Order paused, something like regret crossing his features, before it vanished in a swift and decisive nod, “We cannot allow such a dangerous enemy of the Republic to go unaccounted for. Find him. As for Rees Alrix… I will make the necessary preparations.”
“Yes, Master.”
“General,” Admiral Yularen scratched his chin, staring towards what he could not see, “Rain Bonteri could have gone in any direction. Without Resilient’s datalogs, there is no way to paint a clear picture in a reasonable timeframe.”
“We have something even better than a ship’s databanks, Admiral,” Anakin said, “–Tallisibeth.”
Anakin reached out towards the fire in the Force, and Tallisibeth swiftly caught his intentions, mimicking his actions and furrowing her brow in effort.
“Let’s unwrap this gift Alrix left for us.”
The Force pulsed, burning petals unfurling, roaring against the void. And then there was a monster, curled in a hurricane. It was a serpentine behemoth coiled around a swirling nest of chaos, with scales of black steel and eyes like prismatic crystals, kaleidoscopic gems in which boiled an enrapturing tune to which all would dance along to. He saw Alrix’s fleet trapped within its labyrinthine coils when it struck without warning, warships crushed within its many maws of fire and steel. He saw her break free from the cage… only to realise she had been playing its game from the start.
The last thing she saw was the gaping jaws of a hydra, and red.
Nothingness remained.
Even as Anakin opened his eyes, the fire now gone, the nothingness remained. An absence, a void in the Force, that left a part of him feeling cold and empty. It was distinct, unforgettable, and even now, he no longer felt like fighting against his own memory. Battle Hydra.
“Tallisibeth.”
“Yes, Master,” Tallisibeth spun around, “Admiral Yularen, have we found any survivors?”
There was a brief pause as the Admiral went to check– “All the distress signals Commander Appo found were from breached escape pods. The enemy must have cleaned up behind him.”
There was no time to dwell on it. The Battle Hydra–Alrix’s final thoughts rang over and over in his head–was not that kind of opponent. Yes… he could forget Rain Bonteri, but he could not forget the Battle Hydra.
Anakin nodded decisively, “Bring us around. Prepare to jump north.”
“General?” Admiral Yularen questioned, “Are we rendezvousing with the Second Army?”
“We are still chasing the Hydra.”
Yularen’s lips thinned, “You are certain he jumped into enemy territory, without waiting for any reinforcements?”
Rain Bonteri was an anomaly. An aberration who could not be found in the Force… no, muted the Force itself. But Rees Alrix had a way of finding vulnerabilities where many could not. Vulnerabilities in a duelist’s guard, vulnerabilities in a fleet formation… or even vulnerabilities in the Force. And now, Anakin could see a fraction of what Alrix saw, a fragment of her unique connection. If there was a vulnerability in the Force, only she could have seen it so… tangibly.
If they wanted to find where Rain Bonteri was, all they had to do was find where the Force wasn’t.
A mission easier said than done, but with Alrix’s dying breath, that void came in the shape of fire.
“Tallisbeth, do you see it?”
“Yes, Master,” Tallisibeth choked out, “Yag’Dhul’s on fire.”
⁂
Coruscant, Coruscant System
Corusca Sector
Barriss wrapped herself tighter in her zeyd-cloth cloak as she made her way deeper into the Jedi Temple. The halls, despite being empty due to the war, were busier than usual. There was a thrum in the air, heavy with the Force, as brown-robed Jedi hurried along instead of walking side by side in stately calm in an nervous atmosphere unheard of since the prelude to Geonosis.
Something happened.
That much was clear, even to those who knew nothing. Servants and caretakers and even younglings, all infected by the plague of anxiety infecting the unflappable cadences of Jedi Masters and Knights. But Barriss knew what happened.
The Separatists had destroyed Eriadu. Raked the world clean with orbital bombardment. It began with a contortion in the Force that all Jedi throughout the galaxy could feel, and then an abrupt end of ‘noise’ from the Eriadu System, a silencing of radio waves that should be constantly emitted by the industrialised world.
Neary a week later, the first news of the Devastation of Eriadu reached Coruscant. Satellite telescopes from Uvena Prime had discovered Eriadu’s biosphere had been almost completely eradicated, and its atmosphere a chaotic, hellish mess in which otherworldly storms and hurricanes wreaked havoc across the surface of the planet. The death toll was uncountable.
All signs pointed towards indiscriminate orbital bombardment. And if that wasn’t terrible enough, Uvena Prime observatories also discovered signs of new self-replicating droid factories and industrial arcologies sprouting throughout Eriadu’s landscape.
Senator Shayla Paige-Tarkin, blood in her eyes, made a historic speech that mirrored Senator Padmé Amidala’s months prior, roaring for the death of the Separatist Alliance and galvanising the Republic Senate into passing a new bill that not only opened up a whole new slew of executive power to the Chancellor’s Office, but also forcefully nationalised many independent planetary and sector armed forces throughout the Interior. The speech was made all the more powerful, everybody thought, by the rumours that Senator Tarkin had attempted to commit suicide shortly after the first news broke.
Nevertheless, there was little argument from the Core Faction, even as the independence they had enjoyed for a millennia was stripped away. After all, there was but one thought reigning supreme within every senator; “if the Separatists were willing to purge a Rimworld, what will they do to us?”
Therefore, every effort was to be spent keeping the Core safe from future Separatist intrusions.
As for Barriss… it only confirmed what Rain Bonteri told her the day they met, and what she had realised since Atraken. War was the enemy. The longer the war drags on, the deeper both sides would dig their heels, the further the lines are drawn for depravity, the more atrocities appear palatable. She would not break. She would not waver.
Not even as the shadow of the dark side enveloped the Temple. Not even as its claws obsessively clutched the Order in unseen ways.
The shadows lengthened as Barriss turned away from the windows, into the halls that housed the funeral chambers. She heard the bells tolling. Once, they were a special, solemn affair, marking the end of a Jedi’s traipse on the mortal coil. Once. They now rang daily, as shuttles returning from the warfront brought yet another Jedi’s shrouded corpse, and how many more that didn’t.
Once the funeral chambers would be packed with other Jedi, filled with hymns and eulogies. Now they were empty, save for a few lonely figures standing over the biers that must be close friends… masters, apprentices. Whoever had any time left to attend the funerals. Then, the stone biers would sink into the earth, and the dead were one with the Force.
Barriss ignored them. Thousands of Jedi were dead, and only dozens of bodies sunk into the recesses of the Temple. Many of these bodies were nameless, many little more than mangled lumps of flesh and bone. She felt nothing for it. The funerals held a level of artifice that Barriss scorned, as if the Jedi were still trying to pretend as long as they continued adhering to funerary customs and procedures, these were still ordinary times.
She wanted to shout; maybe the problem isn’t whether we are holding funerals or not, but that we have to in the first place? Barriss sighed. Funerals were not for the dead. There was no death, but the Force. Funerals were for the living.
How many of her friends she would never see again? Barriss could wonder. How many of her original initiate clan were dead in the snows and sands, their bodies forever unclaimed? She had not attended a funeral since the one after Geonosis. Maybe she shan’t ever again. They all felt so meaningless.
Despite her feelings, she turned into a funeral chamber anyway, feeling the darkness envelop her. The door slid shut behind her, and Barriss spotted a shrouded body atop the stone bier, waiting to sink into the surface. There was no audience, but three figures stood around it.
“Who’s this?” Barriss asked.
“A nameless Knight,” Master Adi Gallia replied, “Maybe not even a Jedi… just one the clones who brought here claim to be. The Battle Hydra defeated Rees Alrix at Sullust, did you know that?”
Her breath hitched, despite herself.
“No,” she said truthfully, “I did not.”
“Barriss Offee,” a tall woman with red skin and clear blue eyes spoke up, “I once searched for Master Pong Krell. He was a master of Jar’Kai, and I wished to learn it.”
“He wasn’t even a master of himself,” Barriss said emotionlessly, “How could he be a master of anything else?”
The alien shrugged, “Is it true you fought on the Separatist side to bring him to justice?”
“Yes. You have me at a loss.”
“Iskat Akaris,” Iskat Akaris introduced herself with a note of apology, “My master was Sember Vey.”
Barriss inspected the alien. She was slim and very tall, as tall as Anakin Skywalker or Rain Bonteri, with long, lanky limbs and especially long fingers. Her features were sharp, and her poise spoke of great skill in battle. Barriss decided she would not be the victor in any straight duel she had with Iskat. On the other hand, the Force swirled agitatedly around Iskat, which spoke of a lack of control. And the mention of her master…
“Geonosis?”
“In the sand.”
Barriss noticed a dried bloodstain at the foot of Iskat’s robes, almost black in the darkness, and ignored it.
On the opposite side, was the opposite of Iskat. A similarly tall, but muscular human, with tan skin and a strong, round face that was the kind to laugh boisterously. She found a blaster holster and no lightsaber, just as he wore not Jedi robes, but a casual garb one would not find out of place on either the streets of Coruscant or Raxus. But he was a Jedi, because he stood light on his feet and the Force rippled like a veil around him. A spy, she hazarded to guess.
“Bode Akuna,” Bode Akuna greeted with a smile, “Jedi Intelligence.”
Master Gallia did not hesitate to retort, “There is no ‘Jedi Intelligence,’ Knight Akuna.”
“Sorry,” Bode raised his hands without a hint of apology, “I meant–Jedi attaché to Republic Intelligence. Welcome to this shady gang, Barriss. You really mixed up with the wrong folks, huh?”
Barriss was briefly stunned into silence, despite not showing a hint outwardly. Did he just call Master Gallia the ‘wrong folks’ right in front of her? Iskat was not so composed, and openly gaped, telling Barriss that she was not so alone in this endeavour as it may seem. Feeling a sense of camaraderie, she inched closer to the red-skinned alien and nudged her gently. Iskat closed her mouth with a click.
Master Adi Gallia cleared her through, head tendrils swaying, “Ready to receive your mission?”
Bode Akuna straightened, his lips thinning into a straight-edge line, a seriousness overcoming his stance. Both Barriss and Iskat did their best to emulate him, but they were not experienced spies.
“All ears, spymaster.”
“Good,” Master Gallia’s tone was short and clipped, “Because we have a Dark Lord of the Sith to hunt.”
Comments
Introspective_NPC
thanks for the chapter! i just wanna say that this is one of the best things i've ever read, and if you ever have an option for higher membership tiers so you could write faster - i'd get on that immediately
SusshiRoll
Damn, I was expecting the conversation between Rain and Ventress. Please don't cut that out.
