Chapter VII. 7932.234 to 7930.471 CRC
PART II
Chapter VII. 7932.234 to 7930.471 CRC
There were children crying – at least a dozen ones – and even a young voice screaming.
“ Obi! Can you hear me, Obi?”
This was master Nonue Belkare, the Devaronian crèche master of the Kybuck Clan – Obi Wan’s crèche master in his younger years, who’d been killed while defending his charges during the 501st and Vador’s assault on the temple.
Obi Wan shuddered as a vision flashed in front of his eyes – Nonue Belkare, lightsaber in hands in a way he’d never seen, being cut-down by a blue blade.
This was a memory, he realized distantly – thought not his own.
Anakin – this was Anakin’s memory.
The realization stunned him enough that his mind screeched to a halt, and he suddenly realized that the voice screaming was his own – and that it sounded far too young. Obi Wan tried to stop shouting, tried to get control of his body – but flashes were still coming of memories, both his own and not, assaulting him relentlessly.
Then he felt a new presence in the Force, and realized someone was taking him away from the reluctant Devaronian.
The presence was both unknown and quite familiar, and he felt a Force bond that had always laid dormant in the back of his mind flare to life and settle in a two-way link, helping him settle down.
“You’re… the sleeping master.” he managed to say, his voice sounding far too young to his ears
“I am, little one.” the red-skinned man agreed, “But your shouts woke me up.”
“ ’m sorry…” Obi Wan slurred, somehow feeling exhausted now that he’d finally managed to push the visions back
“ Don’t worry about it.” a chuckle, “I daresay I’ve slept more than enough.” a smirk, “Besides, I enjoyed hearing you telling me about your life, even from the desert.”
Something niggled at Obi Wan’s mind at that comment, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, far too tired now to keep awake.
“Thank you for your assistance, master,” he heard Nonue Belkare whisper, “Though if you don’t mind my asking… Who are you?”
Obi Wan didn’t hear the answer, as he had fainted.
Arkous opened his mouth to talk – but wasn’t given the time, as an old yet familiar voice answered for him,“ Crèche master Arkous, he is.” the pureblood Sith could hear the little green troll’s jubilation at the chaos he was about to unleash as he added, “My old crèche master, he was.”
The green-skinned Jedi relished in the stunned silence his answered elicited, instead turning his attention to Arkous, “A long time it has been, master.”
“A long time, indeed.” he eyed Obi Wan’s small form, all but dwarfed in his arms, “But it is time, I think. After all, the Force is moving. ”
“ Whatever happened to young Obi Wan, the Force is still echoing with it.” the old, green-skinned troll agreed, eyeing both shrewdly, “A bond you’ve formed with him.”
“That quickly!” the crèche master protested
“We have.” Arkous agreed, privately marveling about it too, “He is… someone I’ve been waiting to meet for a long time.” he simplified, pretty sure by the way he could feel both the Force swirling happily around the two of them, and the indefinable familiar feeling which he guessed was that of an immortal soul, that this was indeed the other half of his soul
War.
Except, clearly, the boy had no more idea about who and what he was, than Arkous himself had back in the days.
Not to mention the fact that the small boy in his arms currently was hosting the mind of a man decades older, something the Sith knew he was the only one to realize, given the instant Force bond that had flared to life between them the instant he’d reached toward him in the Force. Though, of course, he didn’t doubt that others could feel something had changed in the boy, even if they didn’t know why. And Arkous himself had gained some memories from this stint through times – countless memories of a human boy, growing from youngling to master, who’d somehow always come back to him, despite his slumber.
He’d been wary of encountering the one that was technically the original owner of his soul, despite Arya’s best effort to reassure her about him – but now that he’d met him, he knew they’d get along.
Soon, Arkous had taken the unconscious youngling to the Halls of Healing, where a Selonian healer quickly took Obi Wan in charge – then, once she heard Arkous had just woken up from a nearly seven centuries long nap, she insisted on examining him too.
An eyebrow was raised as the furry alien entered his name in the system, “Apparently I need the Grand Master’s authorization to access your file.” she informed them dryly, watching Yoda patiently, “As head healer, I need access to my patients’ files if I want to heal them correctly.” she informed Yoda curtly
“ If access you are granted, exclusive healer for him, you must become.”
“ Exclusive healer?” she protested, “I’m the head healer,” she repeated, “I don’t have time to take an exclusive patient!” her mind quickly went through the Jedi working under her, “Young Vokara Che.” she decreed quickly, “She’s been knighted recently, and is already well on her way to succeed me.”
Arkous didn’t need healing – but he was used to the reaction of generations of healers, each time he woke up from his slumber, so he simply waited until a young Letan Twi’lek arrived and was provided an access code by Yoda.
Her eyes widened as she started to read his file – this, he knew, was his complete file, which indicated, among other things, the fact that he was part of a specie that had been extinct for several thousands of years, and, of course… a Sith.
He gave the blue-skinned, rather serious looking young woman an angelic smile as he felt her reach through the Force, trying to get a hold on his Force presence, vainly looking for the well of darkness that usually signaled the presence of a Dark Side user.
Of course, she didn’t find it – Arkous hadn’t been a Dark Side user exclusively in a long time, and just like in the days of the Sith Empire, he’d learned to push darker feelings to the front to muddle his Force presence, working with the youngling had long since taught him to project either perfect balance, or lighter emotions.
“ Is this file… accurate?” she couldn’t help but check
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Arkous rolled his eyes at how entertained Yoda was by the situation – the Jedi had already loved pranking people as a youngling, and clearly, becoming the Grand Master of the Order hadn’t changed this trait in the least.
Taking pity on the Twi’lek, he strolled toward her, glancing at her datapad before confirming, “It’s accurate.” an amused smile, “I guess I’m not what you were expecting?”
Vokara shook her head, at a loss for words. Proving how professional she was, she still quickly went through a regular examination, quickly concluding, just like he knew that he was alright.
“ Oh.” the Twi’lek added as she was concluding her check-up, “It says here you’re the one who filed the poison sample Peth-7248?”
Arkous’ focus sharpened, hearing something in her voice – she knew something.
“I am.” he agreed, “Has something new been found?”
“It’s been fully analyzed about three-hundred years ago.” she explained, “The reason no one had managed a successful remedy was that there was a third poison hidden in the mix, similar enough to one of the two poisons that had already been identified that it was impossible to detect without modern means.”
“You can heal it?”
She was surprised at the sudden intensity of the man, finally seeing how he could be a Sith – clearly, this wasn’t a man who ascribed to the Jedi's lack of emotions.
But she was a healer first and foremost – she had seen enough people worried about their loved one to recognize the expression on his face.
“I can.” she agreed, “I’ll need a few weeks. Synthesizing it isn’t too hard, but there’s Sith alchemy in the mix that had to be countered too, and this I’ll only be able to do on the patient.”
Arkous glanced at Obi Wan – he would rather not leave the boy, who’d inevitably be disoriented when he woke up…
But knowing that a cure had finally been found, all his instincts were urging him toward his wife’s cryostasis pod.
“Keep an eye on young Obi Wan, I will.” Yoda offered kindly, “Check on your wife, you can go.”
Arkous smiled in thanks, patting the small Jedi on the head in, a gesture that was both fond and familiar, before heading out. Vokara’s eyes widened, unable to deny anymore that as much as his file proclaimed him a Sith – the red-skinned alien also clearly held the unmistakable aura of a crèche master.
Seeing that the master healer had left the ward, probably to check on other patients, the Twi’lek turned her attention toward Yoda, “The fact that this man woke up just when the Force echoed with hope and determination strong enough to be felt all through the temple isn’t a coincidence, is it?”
“Will of the Force, it is.” Yoda agreed easily
“But… Why a Sith?” she couldn’t help but wonder
“More than a Sith, master Arkous is.” Yoda pointed out, “Generations of Jedi, under his care were raised.” a sigh, “Less innocent, more ready for war, those Jedi often were.” he admitted sadly, “Always, life-saving his teachings were.”
Vokara’s eyes turned to Obi Wan, and the Force whispered in her ears.
Modifying a few entries on the Hall of Healing databanks, she put her name as the youngling’s main healer – it was rather unusual, as apart from unique conditions, most Jedi only got appointed to one main healer once they became padawan and started to go on missions with their master.
Then, she started to check the stocks for the biological components she would need to create the antidote to the Peth-7248 sample – this, she knew, was the easy part.
What was going to be more complicated would be the very specialized Force healing that would have to be done at the same time to purge the effects of Sith alchemy from the patient’s body – something that hadn’t been done by any healer in nearly a thousand years.
She pulled a medical text about Force healing from her datapad, thankful to still have the files she’d studied as a padawan – she had done a study about the Peth-7248 poison as part of her theoretical work to earn her status as a healer, the topic rather unusual had been remarked upon by the Council of First Knowledge, but clearly, the Force had guided her…
She found herself becoming more and more curious as minutes, then hours went by, before Arkous eventually arrived, levitating an ancient stasis pod with him. It was impossible to see through the transparisteel capsule – and it was just as impossible to miss how happily the Force hummed, curling around Arkous, the woman hidden in the pod, and Obi Wan, like a satisfied loth-cat.
More surprisingly – the fact that Arkous wasn't alone anymore, three creatures trailing on his steps, all three impossible to miss in the Force, all three sharing a Force-bond with the pureblood Sith.
“Friends?” Vokara asked
“My wife’s partners.” the Sith answered while the surprisingly small loth-wolf, tuk’ata and vulptilla sniffed around and checked the surroundings around the old cryotube.
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Obi Wan slowly came to his sense, the familiar sounds of a medbay humming in the background.
“Welcome back to the living.”
Obi Wan’s eyes shot open as hearing the sleeping master’s voice suddenly reminded him of the events of the night, “What happened?”
“You had a Force vision so bad it woke up all the temple.” Vokara was the one to answer, “Master Belkare wasn’t able to help you snap out of it, but thankfully master Arkous woke up to help.”
This, Obi Wan remembered, and he felt a spike of gratefulness toward the no-longer sleeping master, that was answered with a wave of fondness. His eyes widened, as the Force exchange made him realize that a bond, stronger than any he’d ever shared with anyone, even Anakin, had somehow appeared between him and the man.
Feeling his surprise, Arkous sent him an amused smirk, “You’ve told me about your life for decades. Is it any wonder that it nurtured that strong a bond?”
“You… remember?” the youngling asked hesitantly
“I do.” Arkous agreed
“It wasn’t mere visions, was it?”
“I doubt it.” the Sith agreed, “It’s Benduday, of the third week of the first month. The year is 7930 CRC.” he said, easily guessing what the time-traveling Jedi was wondering about
Obi Wan nodded his thanks, mind swirling as he realized – he was barely over ten-year-old.
The Force around him felt lighter than it had in decades…
And he had a whole galaxy to save.
The mere thought – was dizzying – or it would have been, hadn’t the red-skinned man immediately prevented him from focusing on the scope of his project, instantly telling him, “So, preventing a war, or at least ending it on your own terms, taking care of a Sith lord, avoiding as many casualties as possible… Sounds like a plan.”
Obi Wan eyed the man.
“You make it sounds so simple.”
“I’m a pureblood Sith, kid. These things are my bread and butter.”
The youngling startled at the affirmation, feeling no lie in the Force, yet no warning either, “You’re what?”
“A pureblood Sith.” the man reiterated, “In my days, the Republic and the Sith Empire had to put their war to the side and ally against a common enemy.” a wistful smile, “We managed it, but once our leader disappeared, so did the Alliance.”
“And… you stayed with the Jedi?”
“I did.” a smirk, “I had far more faith in their healing abilities.” he said unashamedly, “Psychopathic mental-cases don’t make for very good healers.”
Obi Wan couldn’t help but laugh at the ‘psychopathic mental-cases’. While all his war instincts were screaming at him not to trust the self-proclaimed Sith too easily – the Force was also singing happily, urging him to trust the man.
As for the Force-bond – it was humming comfortingly at the back of his mind, making him feel complete in a way he never had before.
“And you’ll help me… Just like that?” he couldn’t help but ask, still a bit dubious
“There has to be a reason why your return woke me up.” Arkous pointed out, “Beside, my wife will be healed in a few weeks.” he said, “And she has never been able not to help people.”
Healer Che kept Obi Wan three whole days in the healing ward, Arkous spending much of his days with him. During this time, they spent time both planning for the future, and getting to know each other.
Obi Wan had quickly come to the conclusion that Arkous was nothing like Maul, Tyranus, Vador or Sidious – but he wasn’t a Jedi either, despite what everyone except from Yoda and Vokara thought. After all, the man felt – and quite deeply – and while he didn’t let his emotions rule him, he didn’t let go of them like the Jedi did.
Once upon a time, Obi Wan would have been quite disapproving, as he had relied heavily on the rules of the Order to justify ignoring his own emotions. The destruction of the order had played a large part in making the Jedi Master come to terms with the fact their order had been flawed and already dying – thought he'd already realized some of it before.
“The Jedi are supposed to be guardians of peace, yet we’ve become dogs working for the senate.” blue eyes looked through the large transparisteel windows to the city skyline outside, “Regular people don’t know anything about us, some even fear us. Our numbers have dwindled from hundreds of thousands to merely ten thousand… and by the time our destruction came, there wasn’t even ten thousand of us left.” he said to Arkous
The pureblood Sith hadn’t pressed him, letting instead the boy start to put his mind in order little by little – mostly, Arkous himself was catching up with the changes that had happened during his slumber. The conclusion he was coming to weren’t any happier than those of Obi Wan himself.
“The Jedi have always worked with the senate.” Arkous mused, “But they weren’t as subservient as they seem to be nowadays.” he frowned, looking in the same direction as Obi Wan, “And while you say the Force is light… I’ve never felt it so dark around the temple.”
This affirmation stunned the returned Jedi – golden and blue eyes bored into each other, “This won't be easy, will it?’
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Thanks to Arkous and Vokara’s insistence, Obi Wan was allowed to spend a week in the healing ward before being sent back to the crèche – the healers quickly coming to the conclusion that if the child, who was already known for his dislike of the Halls of Healing, wasn’t trying to escape – it was that he really needed to stay.
While the two halves of the same god were slowly getting used to the era, things were more heated in the Council chambers.
“A Sith!” the master of the order said slowly, having gone through the file of the newly awakened crèche master, “This is against everything we teach.” he pointed out, “How could we even think to give him our young?”
“Pureblood Siths cherish children, even if far harsher than us, they are in their teachings.” Yoda pointed out, “A Jedi I still became, like all those he raised before.”
This gave the Korun male pause – no one could accuse the grand master of the order of being anything but a Jedi, after all.
“ And a wife? Are we really allowing someone with attachment so clear in our temple?”
“In our temple he was first.” Yoda pointed out dryly
“He has a wife!” Mace Windu protested, “How can we teach our children about letting go when they see in their midst a man who has waited several thousand years merely to heal his wife!”
“The will of the Force, it is.”
The dark-skinned man sighed, leaning against the back of his chair tiredly, in a way he wouldn’t have dared to if other people had been with them in the room.
“I know.” he admitted, “No matter how unsettling these events are, I can feel that the Force is happy with what is going, in a way I’ve rarely felt.” he pointed out, “Most of our masters can feel it too.” his eyes unfocused, “What worries me is what is to come, for the Force to feel it necessary to awaken a man known for his talent for war… And give such violent visions to one of our younglings, that only that man could help him.”
“ Dangerous times, ahead of us.” Yoda agreed, “But with us is the Force.”
“ Let’s hope.” Mace Windu agreed
In the end, both agreed not to let Arkous true identity spread farther than themselves and Vokara Che – not even to the rest of the council, something highly irregular, but the red-skinned alien already stood out enough for being Yoda’s crèche master, without adding to it the truth about his origins.
Not just yet, at least.
Mace resolved to keep an eye on the man himself, something that seemed to amuse Yoda.
As such, he went is search of the pureblood Sith, finding him in the Thousand Fountains room, in a light meditative state, three fur-balls frolicking around him.
He paused, stunned by what he was seeing – Mace was used to seeing shatter-points, most of them small and elusive, lasting but for a few moments, around people, some bigger and longer-lasting around people who could drastically affect the fate of the galaxy.
Arkous’ shatter-points were unlike anything he’d ever seen, arrayed around him in orbiting rings and looking nearly ghostly – which the Korun master was rather thankful for, as he got the feeling that should he be seeing them normally, he would be having the worst head-ache in his life.
“You could both be the center-point of all the important events in the galaxy… or have strictly no impact on it.” he told the man, “How strange.”
He was – unused to learning so little about someone, despite seeing clearly the shatter-points around them.
“ I’m afraid I really have no idea about what you’re saying.” the red-skinned man admitted, elegantly raising an eyebrow, watching him attentively but without hostility
Mace internally winced – he knew he could come out as abrasive to people, but he hadn’t meant to just talk over the man without introducing himself.
“I’m Mace Windu. Master of the Order.” he introduced himself, “Yoda has briefed me about your origins.”
“Ah.” Arkous drawled, eyes turning sharper, “Here to watch the beast?”
The tone was biting, yet not really antagonistic — Arkous didn’t care about his opinion, Mace realized, but didn’t appear like the old accounts he’d studied as a padawan – truth be told, the man felt more like a grey Jedi, or even like himself did because of his practice of Vaapad.
This was a man who used his emotions – but wasn’t dominated by them like the Dark Siders he’d met over the years.
“ As the Master of the Order, the life of ten thousand Jedi rests on my shoulders.” Mace answered, “I can’t afford to blindly trust the words of others.”
“ And the will of the Force?” Arkous challenged
“ I know what the Force is saying to me.” the dark-skinned man agreed, “It doesn’t mean I can’t double-check things.”
“ As is your right.” Arkous agreed, “I’m only staying here for my wife’s health. If our presence bothers you, we’ll be gone as soon as she’s better.” he reassured him
“ Whatever your past, you are a recognized master of our order.” Mace contradicted, “I may be wary about your origins, but as long as you don’t prove my doubts true, you’ll have a place here.”
Arkous gave a small nod in thanks, not really having doubted the other would come to this conclusion – it was as Mace had said, after all, it was his job to be wary, but he wouldn’t be a very good master of the order if he wasn’t able to act rationally and listen to the Force despite his doubts.
And the current master of the order – didn’t strike him as a bad one.
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Obi Wan had lasted half a day in regular class before ending in Arkous’ room, nearly hyperventilating.
He’d know, of course – that he would be seeing plenty of Jedi he’d seen dead in his time. He hadn’t realized what it would do to him. Everywhere he turned, he was seeing dead people, echoes of the destruction of the temple, visions of broken bodies and unseeing eyes.
Arkous took one look at him and got up from the sofa he’d been sprawled on, reading through his datapad, “Come.”
They ended in the master training-rooms, quickly finding one that was empty. Arkous didn’t waste time doing the stretches Jedi usually went through before a spar – no, Obi Wan realized quickly, barely lighting up in time the familiar yet unfamiliar blade he’d used as a youngling, this wasn’t merely a spar.
This was a battle.
Obi Wan’s mind knew what he needed to do — but his body wasn’t as he was used to, he hadn't yet grown the muscle memory and endurance his older self had.
Again and again, he lost against the Sith’s elegant yet relentless fight, feeling himself slowly adapt to his body, and loosing himself in the fight enough that by the time he dropped to the ground, he was finally feeling more balanced.
More ready to see the people he’d seen dead, alive again.
“ Thank you.”
“ Impressive display.”
Obi Wan startled, while Arkous didn’t seem too surprised, having felt the Jedi arrive during their spar.
“ I would be interested in sparring with you one of these days.” Mace said – this time surprising Arkous a bit more – and catching his interest, if the light that lit in his golden eyes was to be believed
“It would be my pleasure.” he all but purred at the dark-skinned man, making Obi Wan roll his eyes – in the few hours their spar had lasted, he’d come to realize one thing about Arkous
The man loved to fight.
It was maybe the most Sithly trait he’d displayed until now – except there had been no anger or pain or any of the emotions the returned Jedi was used to feel from Dark side users, merely a ferocious kind of enjoyment he found himself understanding a bit too well.
“Crèche master Belkare was worried when she heard you weren’t seen at lunch, nor at your afternoon classes.” Mace said, raising a single eyebrow at Obi Wan inquisitively
This – was a look that made most younglings quail. Of course, Obi Wan wasn’t just any youngling, and now that he’d regained his equilibrium, it was quite serenely that he explained, “I’m afraid I haven’t processed my visions quite as well as I thought. Being faced with so many people proved… unsettling.” the blue-eyed boy admitted, “I thought finding a calm place to meditate would help.”
“And instead you ended up sparring with master Arkous.”
“Meditation alone wouldn’t have been enough.” Arkous said with assurance, “Otherwise the week in the Hall of Healing would have sufficed.”
Mace knew that while most masters avoided such a method, the other wasn’t wrong – Obi Wan felt calm, far calmer than he had in the morning, according to his teachers.
“Will you be able to attend your lessons tomorrow?”
Obi Wan hesitated, clearly torn between wanting to agree, and not feeling too sure. It was frustrating – he had been a master himself, and was used to be in control of himself, but being thrown into his younger body had clearly torn asunder said self-control.
“What about a compromise?” Arkous suggested, the two Jedi turning their attention to him, “Go to the morning lessons, then we can spend some time sparring and meditating, and incorporate back the rest of the lessons little by little.” a smirk, “Lessons may have changed over the years, but I’m sure I can help enough with individual studies that initiate Kenobi doesn’t fall behind in his studies.”
Obi Wan had to fight not roll his eyes at the last comment – after all, Arkous knew very well he’d already done those lessons and didn’t really need them – but the man’s proposition was tempting.
Clearly, even Mace agreed, eyeing the two of them for a moment before nodding curtly, “You’ll have to draw a timetable with crèche master Belkare,” he warned, “but it does sound like a good idea.” he eyed the worn out youngling, “And I dare say, visions or not, you shouldn’t have any trouble sleeping tonight.”
Obi Wan let out a tired chuckle, “Master Drallig’s workout aren’t quite that intensive.” he admitted, “But I’ve learned a lot in but a few hours.”
It was true, he realized – in a few hours, he’d learn much about his current body’s state, but not only, as Arkous was a lightsaber master of a caliber he’d rarely encountered. Arkous’ love of battle must have somewhat infected him – because he was already looking forward to the sparring sessions that they would be able to have once he grew up again, and caught up to his old abilities.
Over the following days, things fell into a rhythm, Obi Wan attending lessons with his clan in the morning, then spending the evening with Arkous, both sparring and meditating, just like the man had said — and the returned Jedi was rather surprised to realize how easy it was to meditate with him, thought it was an entirely different experience from the group meditations he’d done before.
Group meditations with younglings were often chaotic, the children still young enough that mastering their emotions and letting go of them was all but impossible – only the clan’s crèche master able to shepherd his charges well enough to let them reach the calm needed to meditate for a few moments.
Joint meditations as master and padawan were far calmer and easier, thanks to the teaching bond and the fact that the master only had to help his padawan focus and let go of his emotions, rather than a whole cohort of children like was the case for the crèche master. Even thought he’d had difficulties meditating, like most padawan did, Obi Wan remembered fondly the time spent in mediation with Qui-Gon in his old life.
Finally, the last kind of joint meditation was the one that happened between friends – it was the easiest of all, each knowing each other well enough to surrender themselves easily to the light thought-sharing it generally induced.
Meditation with Arkous — was very natural, the bond so strong between them that he often had the impression they were but two halves of a whole, and the connection only grew stronger when they were meditating, each's mind so close that their thoughts, but also memories, were naturally shared between them. With anyone else, Obi Wan knew he would have been both mortified and embarrassed by this rather accidental memory sharing that both let him catch glimpses of Arkous' life, and gave the man the same window on his life.
Somehow, because it was Arkous — Obi Wan found himself not minding.
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“I don’t know if I can be Qui-Gon’s padawan again.” Obi Wan admitted during one evening
The Sith waited for him to elaborate.
“I don’t know if I can be a padawan anymore.” he specified
“You’ve got decades of memories, but your body is still that of a child.” the Sith said, “This has put you in a complicated situation.”
“I can’t just ask for the respect I’m used to as an adult…” Obi Wan sighed, “But at the same time, I don’t know if I’ll have the patience to be talked down to like a child.” a cute frown, “Which sounds childish when put like this.”
Arkous couldn’t pretend to understand the returned Jedi’s situation completely – but at the same time, he remembered well enough how his wife had been as a child. With her memories of previous lives, she was far more mature than regular younglings, but she hadn’t been an adult either. This wasn’t something she had appeared to struggle with, though of course, she probably was used to it contrarily to Obi Wan.
“My wife had a similar conundrum.” he told the returned Jedi, surprising him, “Not in that she traveled in time… But she was born with memories.”
Obi Wan’s eyes widened, finding himself curious to hear more.
“She was far more advanced, and intelligent, than regular children… But no matter how diligent in her training she was, or how mature she could act when the situation demanded it, she also never forgot to allow herself to enjoy the joys of childhood.” he remembered
Not that he’d witnessed most of it, but he remembered Xenloth complaining about prank wars with the girl, eyes sparkling with amusement, and some reports from the early years of the UnfetteredMooka that proved the girl always knew how to take advantage of a situation, even if it was merely for her personal enjoyment.
“So… I should just push my worries to the side and act like a child?”
“Of course not. You have a mission, sure enough. But spending all your time dwelling on worries, or overworking yourself, won’t do you any favor. Plan, train, plot… And take a pause, do some pranks with your friends, or go stroll around Little Keldabe like you used to tell me about.” Arkous eyed him seriously, “Your friends are alive once more. Don’t push them away.”
Would it be anyone else telling him something like this, Obi Wan would probably have brushed away the comment – but this was Arkous.
Arkous, who spent all of his evenings with Vokara Che, watching an old stasis pod – Arkous who was so old he was the last of his specie…
If there was someone who understood loss in the temple, who could understand what he’d live through – it was him.
So, the next day, instead of finishing his lunch as quick as possible, he started some small talk with the young Mon Calamari seated next to him. Silver eyes immediately shone with joy, and a stab of guilt hit the returned Jedi as he realized his friend had been worried about him, and he hadn’t even realized.
“You’ve spent a lot of time with master Arkous,” she was soon stating, curiosity clear in her voice, “is he really master Yoda’s old crèche master?”
“He is.” Obi Wan agreed with an amused smile, “He’s several times as old as master Yoda!”
“He doesn’t look as old.” the red-skinned girl, who always smelled faintly of the ocean, couldn’t help but muse
“Apparently he stopped aging when his wife fell in a coma.” Obi Wan explained, “He’s been waiting for a cure ever since.”
“How romantic.” Bant sighed happily
“Jedi don’t have wives.” another young voice contradicted – blond haired, blue-eyed, human, this was Siri Tachi, Obi Wan recognized, startled
Quickly pushing back a flash of the meeting where he’d heard about her death during the first months of the Clone Wars, he explained, “You have to remember he is older than master Yoda. The Ruusan Reformation hadn’t been enacted yet.”
“Oh, so Jedi were allowed to marry?”
“They were. He told me that his wife’s parents were both Jedi too, they even fought during the Great Galactic War.”
“Then they must have fought against real Siths!” Siri Tachi said with some awe in her voice – she was far less abrasive as an eight-year-old than she would be during the early years of her teen-aged years, Obi Wan realized with some amusement
“You’d have to ask him.” he said, wondering with some amusement what Arkous would say about the Siths, given that he was one himself
Lots of things, it turned out – as the very same evening, Bant and Siri Tachi had all but dragged him toward the man’s room to ask for bedtime stories.
Master Belkare had been bemused, but not disapproving, as Arkous followed the youngling back to their dormitory and started to weave tales of the old era. The man, Obi Wan realized, was a surprisingly good tale-weaver, even if his stories were darker than the ones the younglings were used to. But – the stories weren’t dark without any reason, he realized by the next day, as the children were still buzzing with excitement about them, asking questions and clamoring for a new visit from the man.
Jocastu Nu, the master in charge of the Jedi Archives, had been surprised to see so many young children come to the austere halls she managed, looking up details about conflicts that were over three-thousands years old.
Cin Drallig hadn’t expected either the gaggle of youngling suddenly asking pointed questions about the advantages of the different forms in one-on-one battle or large-scale conflicts.
Obi Wan couldn’t help but approve – after all, he remembered all too well how unprepared they’d been when war had started.
¤.¤.¤
Two weeks went by, the temple starting to get used to the presence of the newly awakened pureblood Sith among their midst, and Obi Wan was starting to get better, little by little.
By the third week, he was ready to get back to regular schooling – not that he was particularly looking forward to it, but still spending his evenings with Arkous.
“So, is he going to be your master?”
Bant’s question took him by surprise – since he knew that Arkous wasn’t really a Jedi, the idea hadn’t even brushed his mind.
“Ah! As if anyone would want to take Oafy-Wan as a padawan!”
The returned Jedi ignored the jealous boy – Bruck Chun, a white-haired human boy, had always struggled with jealousy and anger, and had died far too young to ever grow beyond his flaws, the teenager’s accidental deadly fall just under his eyes after having fallen to the dark side giving him a fair few nightmares.
As a child, Bruck had always managed to get the better of him by needling him until his temper got the best of him, the both of them growing more afraid as their thirteen birthday came nearer and neither was chosen by a master.
This, Obi Wan realized, was one of the numerous things that needed to be changed — the age limitations that had been all but forgotten during the Clone Wars, and that both Anakin and Luke had proven wrong in their own way.
Turning his attention back to Bant he answered honestly, “I didn’t think about it.” a pause, “Besides, I’m still a bit young to be chosen, aren’t I?” he added belatedly, realizing he was barely in his teen-years
“You’re young, but it’s not unheard of either.” Bant pointed out reasonably, “I’ve heard master Tholme’s chose his current padawan when he was found as a baby.”
“Yes, but Quinlan Vos is a special case.” Obi Wan answered, realizing he didn’t even know the Kiffar boy yet, “He’s got a talent for psychometry, so he needs specialized training.”
“You’ve been needing special attention too.” Bant pointed out, “So… Would you like him as a master?”
Bruck Chun interrupted again, laughing loudly, “Bah! A crèche master as a master, what is he going to teach you, nursery rhymes?”
Obi Wan eyed the boy blandly – Bruck knew very well Obi Wan had been doing sparring sessions with Arkous after all – before answering, “I’ll have you know that crèche masters are among the best defensive fighters among the Jedi, and that they are ready to give up even their life to save their charges. Being chosen by one of them as a padawan would be an honor, not a shame, like you seem to be suggesting.”
“Well put, Initiate.”
The younglings attention snapped toward the master who’d interrupted — Obi Wan’s eyes widening as he recognized the tall silhouette, long, shaggy, chestnut hair, and gray-blue eyes. The returned Jedi felt a spike of grief and elation, that he struggled to push to the side, knowing that now wasn’t the time.
“Master Jinn.” he greeted, echoed by the other clan members around him
His former master didn’t look well, he noted – thought it wouldn’t be evident to the other children – with some tiredness on his face and whole posture. Remembering the current date, Obi Wan wasn’t too surprised – nearly a decade had gone by since Xanathos had left the Jedi, but Qui-Gon was still grieving for his lost padawan.
“Don’t let me keep you.” Qui-Gon sad with a smile, gesturing at the younglings to get ahead, “I’m sure you’ve got lessons waiting for you.”
“Are you coming with us to the Galactic History module, or are you meeting with master Arkous?” Bant asked
“I’m coming.” Obi Wan said with a smile, “Master Che is trying to wake his wife up this afternoon.”
Bant let out a squeal, “Oh this is great! Imagine, seeing her awake again after over three-thousands years!”
Qui-Gon was clearly curious about what they were saying, Obi Wan noticed with some amusement – though of course, he wouldn’t ask the youngling about it. As he was leaving the refectory with the rest of the Kybuck clan, the returned Jedi was amused to see Yoda ambush his former master.
It had taken him decades to grow beyond the respect all Jedi held for the green-skinned grand master that more or less had a hand in raising all of them – and realize that his true nature was closer to the mischievous yet wise demeanor he adopted with the children than the more serene yet stubborn front he donned when dealing with outsiders or some of the grown Jedi.
In other words – Yoda was a troll.
And clearly – Qui-Gon Jinn was his current target. Which could only do the man some good, given that he was still drowning in needless guilt about his fallen padawan.
The afternoon lessons dragged on endlessly – he’d loved Galactic History and Galactic Geo-Politics as a youngling the first time around. Going through the same topic a second time, especially now that he knew so much more about what was held in store for the galactic for the next few years and decades, was far less interesting, and it was easily noticed – both by Bant, who kept throwing him questioning glances, and even by the teacher, who’d called on him several times to try and catch his wandering mind.
Then there was a loud shimming feeling in the Force, and Obi Wan could feel Arkous’ mind on the other side of their bond, echoing the feeling with his own fierce joy and a love so strong the returned Jedi would have stumbled if he hadn’t been seated when it happened.
Most of the younglings were oblivious – merely acting a bit up as they suddenly felt happy without really knowing why – the master teaching the course had, of course, felt far better the change in the Force, and was looking rather intrigued and disturbed about it.
It was a positive feeling, no doubt about it, and the Force itself felt quite joyous – but Jedi weren’t used to feeling emotions as intense as the joy and love Arkous had inadvertently loudly broadcast-ed.
Obi Wan couldn't help but smile happily for the Sith he'd grown rather fond of in a mere few weeks. He was also a bit envious, he had to admit — while the people he'd fallen in love with along the year were alive once more, they didn't have the memories he had, which, he was aware, meant that their relationship would never be the same.
There would be no happy reunion for him.
¤.¤.¤
Arya came back to her senses ever so slowly.
Everything was hurting, even worse than the first time she’d been taken out of the carbonite stasis-pod, the Force around her was trying to soothe the pain from numerous broken bonds that alone told her she’d been sleeping for a very long time.
In the midst of all this agony, she felt four bonds intact – her three familiars, that she was starting to sense were curled around her sides in their smaller size – and her husband.
Arkous’ presence felt older, she noticed immediately – calmer, yet not tamer, engulfing her whole Force presence with his own, soothing the pain.
Arya opened her eyes, green and gold meeting familiar gold.
“Welcome back, nuya Jen’Nwit.”
The half-Mirialan smiled weakly despite the pain, “It seems I’ve made you wait for a long time.”
“You always said you’d teach me patience.”
“How are you feeling?” it was a testament to how weak she was, that it was only when she talked that Arya noticed the presence of the Twi’lek in the room
“Everything hurts.” Arya admitted, “There’s still a poison coursing in my body that I can’t purge.” a sigh, “At least, this time I haven’t lost my sigh. How long has it been?”
“3581 years 9 months and 6 weeks.” Arkous answered solemnly
Arya’s eyes widened at that, “So long…” her senses spread around, “And the galaxy is once more in turmoil.” she added, sadly, yet not surprised
Vokara’s eyes widened at that, remembering what Yoda had said a few days earlier – that Arkous always trained Jedi that were ready for war.
And no sooner had the man’s wife woken up – that she was saying the same.
The Twi’lek couldn’t help but feel a stab of worry about what the future held in stock for them – and resolved to study a bit more about wartime injuries. Pushing her worries to the side, she turned her attention back toward her patient, “The poison you’ve been injected with was a mix of two different toxins from Merisee, extracts of cryptberries and some Sith concoction.” she explained, “For centuries, the second Merisee toxin went on unnoticed.” a smile, “But now that we’ve identified it, taking care of the biological components is easy enough.”
“The Sith potion won’t be that easy.” Arya guessed easily
“It won’t.” the healer agreed, happy to have a patient who understood what she was saying, “We’ll need at least three sessions, maybe more, of joint meditation and healing crystal trance.” she explained
Arya tilted her head, “Healing crystals?” she repeated, interest putting some light in her eyes, “Jedi didn’t use those back in the days.” she mused, evidently intrigued, “Though the Kashi Mer did.”
“The knowledge does come from the Kashi Mer.” Vokara agreed, eyes lightning up in interest, “You’ve met one? Did you learn anything from them?’
Arya laughed weakly at the enthusiasm of the Twi’lek – making the young Jedi healer blush as she realized she’d nearly gotten off-track, so curious she was.
“I have some basic text I could share.” she admitted, making the other smile brightly
The cocktail of toxin and poison couldn’t be neutralized all at once – the two toxins could only be dealt with at the same time, and while the cryptberries were still effective, otherwise their effect would rampage instead of disappearing.
As such, she’d been given a first hypospray injection, that nearly made her delirious with fever.
“The reaction is normal.” Vokara reassured Arkous as Arya slipped in and out of consciousness, “The worst of it will last a few hours, the fever may last for a few days. Then, we’ll deal with the cryptberries.” she explained, “And once she starts to be a bit better, we’ll start to get rid of the Sith poison.”
Obi Wan had visited after the end of his lessons, not surprised in the least to see that his new mentor – and that was indeed what the Sith was, he realized, a bit startled – hadn't left his wife’s side.
“Everything alright?” he had, eyeing the feverish, green-skinned woman
She was beautiful in an exotic way, sporting the multiple layers of tattoos of the Mirialan, but not only – his eyes widened in surprise and recognition as he landed on the broken circle on her hand.
“As best as could be.” Arkous said, explaining succinctly what master Che had outlined
For a while, they fell in comfortable silence, watching the sleeping woman.
“She feels… Familiar.” Obi Wan couldn’t help but admit after a while, “As if I should know her somehow, yet I can’t quite remember why…” a frown, “It’s strange, it’s something I think I knew as a Force ghost…”
“A price has to be paid for a bargain to be fulfilled.” a weak voice said, “You may have well left some memories behind to be sent back to your younger-self.”
Obi Wan’s eyes widened at the rather casual comment, and he half-turned toward Arkous, who shook his head before he could ask anything, “I didn’t say anything.”
“Your soul is too old for your body.” Arya explained to the clearly perturbed Jedi initiate
Obi Wan had left feeling rather ambivalent about the newly awakened woman – Arkous’ wife shone in the Force, even as weakened as she was, and she felt so familiar he’d quickly laughed and bantered with her like with an old friend, similarly, though not quite, to what he felt with Arkous.
He’d been nearly assaulted by a curious Bant and Siri Tachi by the time he was back to the crèche levels, who were all too eager to learn more about the newest patient of the Halls of Healing.
Over the following days, Obi Wan barely noticed that he’d managed to go back to the regular timetable of an initiate, though he spent his evening with Arkous and Arya, slowly getting to know the Mirialan when she was lucid enough. It was relaxing in a way few of his daily interactions were, as just like Arkous, Arya didn’t talk to him like a child, despite the age his body currently was.
¤.¤.¤
Three days after her awakening, Arya was injected with a second anti-poison hypospray – this one not making her fever flare up once more, thankfully, though she was still too weak to leave her bed, and most of her Force powers focused on keeping the Sith poison at bay.
Somehow, Obi Wan found himself enlisted to help Arkous move, the pureblood Sith wrangling a large suite in the crèche master levels – the kind of which were rarely used since crèche master most often than not took the room nearest to their clan, and rarely took a padawan when they had a clan under their care, which meant they didn’t need the larger quarters.
“ Four rooms?” he couldn’t help but ask as he saw the quarters
“One for Jen’Nwit and I. One for when the three menaces want to sleep full-size. Two for the inevitable strays.”
“ Strays?” somehow, this felt familiar – Qui-Gon had always tended to collect pathetic life forms too, Obi Wan first among them, after all
A shrug, “My wife would have made a very bad Sith. She can’t help but collect people, heal them, and make them family.”
There was a story beyond this, Obi Wan could tell, amused at the tone, both fond and exasperated, of the man – whatever strays his wife had brought home, clearly he hadn’t minded that much.
The next few weeks went by slowly, Arya getting better little by little. As she hadn’t been able to acknowledge anything during her feverish days, she finally took advantage of being in a private room to take the time to look at the list of notifications that laid dismissed but not read.
There wasn’t as much as she’d feared, though maybe it wasn’t that surprising given that she’d been all but forgotten by the galaxy for centuries and millennia.
[New Perks unlocked!
Sith Combined Poison: a pernicious mix of several poisons enhanced by Sith alchemy, -10 LR and FR per minute
Voss Healing: removes the effects of the Faulty Cryo Perk
Shattered Body: a long time spent in stasis has taken its toll on your Body, adding a -25% to all your Main Characteristics
Remnant of a Lost Era: +you’ve survived through the ages against all odds, 10 LUCK, +10 Main Characteristic Points
First Anti-Poison Hypospray: halves Sith Combined Poison Perk effects
Halls of Healing Treatment:Shattered Body Perk reduce by 5% every week
Second Anti-Poison Hypospray: removes Sith Combined Poison Perk effects]
[Achievement unlocked!
New Force Bond(Obi Wan Kenobi): +100 XP
Dark Vergeance(Coruscant): +50 FR, +500 XP
Light Vergeance(Coruscant): +50 FR, +500 XP
New Perk(7): +350 XP
LV MAX Familiar Skill(14): 14*100 XP
LV MAX Familiar Abilities(12): 12*200 XP]
[Crew System updated!]
[System Log updated!
The Crewmembers are allowed now access to the WardrobeSystem, along with the already available CharacteristicSheet, and CommunicationSystem.]
[Level up! Arya Lunika is now LV 34!
+1PP, +6 SP]
She wasn’t too surprised by the Force Bond – though she hadn’t felt it yet, something not that surprising either as she was still very weak, and much of her strength focus on healing. After all, just like Arkous, the returned Jedi was only half of a soul too – though why War didn’t have his memories, contrarily to her, she couldn’t say.
What she knew – was that memories or not, the man stuck in a child’s body was already part of their family circle, one way or another.
Obi Wan and Arkous hadn’t quite realized yet just what they were shaping into, which she found rather amusing – her partner teased her about her ‘stray gathering’ tendencies, but had taken one look at the other half of his soul and done just the same.
“So,” she asked innocently one evening, “are you waiting for me to be able to move about, for your padawanship ceremony?”
Arkous and Obi Wan shared a stunned glance — Yoda, who’d invited himself for dinner, cackled loudly, enjoying the two’s surprised look just as much as she did. The two green skinned aliens shared a smile, both of them suddenly recognizing kindred spirits.
Arkous and Obi Wan’s stunned silence was replaced by an exchanged glance of both understanding and dread.
By the time they came back to the topic, the dinner was finished, and all were nursing a mug of warm tea – Arya still wasn’t well enough to get out and get the spices for her Tzai recipe.
“So, taking young Obi Wan as a padawan, are you?”
“You know very well I’m no Jedi, Yoda.” Arkous pointed out dryly
“A Jedi you may not be have been born as,” Yoda agreed, “but what Initiate Kenobi needs, you well may be.”
Obi Wan was thinking about it deeply.
“I’ll never forget the first master I had,” he finally said, not even bothering to mince his words – Yoda was cunning enough that he’d know he was holding back, “but this life I’ve been given back can’t be the same.” a small, mournful smile, “I’d be honored if you took me.”
“You realize I won’t be as easy going as Jedi are?” Arkous asked, an eyebrow raised – he was slowly warming to the idea, Arya realized happily
After all – Obi Wan had already risen to the rank of Jedi Master once, what he needed wasn’t another Jedi to help him with this new life. She wholly agreed with Yoda – this may well be what the returned Jedi needed.
“I was born for war.” Obi Wan answered, chin raised in challenge and eyes bright, “Are you up to the challenge?”
“Are you, Karza'Berniuk?” Arkous answered back, fangs bared in a fierce smile
“Decided it is, then.” Yoda concluded happily, making the human and pureblood Sith snap out of their verbal sparring, “Warn the High Council I will.”
¤.¤.¤
Bant had squealed happily, congratulating Obi Wan loudly enough that he was pretty sure the whole refectory had heard about his incoming padawanship – Bruck was heard mumbling again about his doubts about a crèche master’s competency to train a padawan.
Mace had been both stunned and wary when Yoda had proclaimed that his former crèche master was taking Obi Wan as a padawan. While he would have heavily protested about it a few weeks earlier when he’d learned about Arkous’ origins, he’d met with the pureblood Sith a few times since, even going as far as sparring for a few rounds with him. He’d also heard enough about him through the rumor mill of the temple to know that Sith or not, the man wasn’t the monster from nightmares most Jedi imagined when they talked about the supposedly extinct Dark Siders.
As such, he instead decided to invite himself to the man’s new abode – taking the opportunity to meet his wife along the way, whom he was admittedly quite curious about too, since nothing much was known about her, and she’d been stuck in the Halls of Healing.
“Nuya Jen’Nwit, this is Mace Windu, the grand master of the order.”
“A pleasure.” Arya smiled from the sofa on which she was buried in a cocoon of blankets, “I must admit I really didn’t expect my husband to have become a part of the Jedi Temple when I woke up.”
“Yet you are no Dark user yourself.”
“I believe in the Force, and in balance. I use mostly what you would call Light side abilities, but I don’t shy from Dark side ones either.” Arya contradicted lightly, “My parents were Jedi, but though I was granted the title, I never really identified as one myself.”
“Why?” Mace asked curiously
“Because Jedi may profess that they believe in balance, they are too biased toward the Light Side, while reality isn’t that clear-cut.”
“Dark side abilities corrupt their user.”
“Some of them do, yes.” Arya agreed, “I was a slave on Korriban, I know better than anyone how people can grow mad from the darkness.”
The affirmation stunned the master of the order – he couldn’t pretend that his beliefs were as clear-cut as people expected them to be, he did play with darkness on a daily basis with his fighting style, but he hadn't anticipated the deceptively young-looking woman to say something so unexpected.
“But going the opposite way doesn’t work either.” she pointed out, “Some people were already clamoring that Jedi having a family was dangerous in our time, but…” her eyes darkened in sadness, “In my time, there were over one hundred thousand Jedi in the galaxy. There were about the same number around, despite the wars, two thousand years later… Yet in the thousand years since the Ruusan Reformation, and the interdiction of families, your numbers have tremendously dwindled.”
It was – difficult to refute the numbers, thought Mace firmly believed there had to be more at work behind them. Still, the argument hit close enough that he resolved to look into it a bit more – he was the master of the order after all, his job was to ensure their order’s continuation.
And for all her unorthodox ideas and the fact she didn’t claim herself a Jedi – he still had the feeling that the woman was rather close to what Jedi were supposed to be at core. A Force user who respected the will of the Force, and tried to make the galaxy a better place.
Even if her methods, he just knew, would make some, himself among them, loudly protest.
Somehow, the diner devolved into a theoretical and philosophical debate about diverse Force theories – and it wouldn’t be until the next day that Mace would muse that while it wasn’t that surprising for Arkous or Arya to have heard about the more esoteric sources they’d cited during the evening, the fact that Obi Wan had easily followed and taken part in the heated talk proved well enough that there was more to the boy than met the eye.
Apart from Arkous – he could only think of one Jedi that could teach the initiate – but the mere idea of Qui-Gon Jinn gaining a padawan just as mouthy and unorthodox as him, made him sweat in distress. Once more, it seemed, Yoda had been right.
The padawanship ceremony was held nearly three months after Arkous had woken up from his slumber, with a broadly smiling Arya, finally on her two feet, witnessing the event along with the High Council and some friends from the new padawan.
Usually, only one Council member was needed, and the rest of the adult witnesses were made of the new master’s lineage – but Arkous didn’t have a lineage, though Yoda immediately snatched both the pureblood Sith, his wife and his padawan for his own. The grand master decreeing he was the one with what came closer to a lineage relationship with Arkous to justify the adoption.
In front of his friends, and the high council, Obi Wan’s hair were braided in the traditional padawan braid, a lock of Arkous’ darker hair tangled with his own, and a first golden pearl, clasped near his ear to signify the start of his padawanship.
In private, Obi Wan was given a far different symbol to mark the start of his apprenticeship.
“The Dark and Light Side Symbol?” the returned Jedi recognized with some surprise
“The Dark Side is the first step of any Force user. Power, and the ability to use it according to your emotions.” Arkous explained, “The Light Side is the next step. Understanding that with power, comes responsibility, and growing beyond the call of your emotions.”
“I can’t believe you explained it to him!” Arya hissed, looking peeved, as Obi Wan left, two new tattoos on his left shoulder
She didn’t mention the fact Obi Wan had merely been given a tattoo, rather than had to go through the burning feeling of melting gold and silver fusing with his skin through the Force like she had. This, she realized, was only more proof that he hadn’t been interested in Arya merely for their Force bond – after all, Force-fused jewelry was a mark of respect among pureblood Sith, even if she had learned it only long after Arkous had inflicted her the Dark, then Light side.
Though she was pouting, in truth, Arya did understand.
Both why Arkous had never felt the need to explain why he’d put the different marks on her – and why he’d explained to Obi Wan what he hadn’t bothered to voice to her.
After all – Arya never had any doubts about herself, or what she thought about the Force. Obi Wan, quite to the contrary, was an accomplished Jedi Master, who’d come to learn late in life that his beliefs weren’t quite as absolute as he thought.
Obi Wan needed to have things that were quite evident for Arya or Arkous be stated explicitly. He needed people to help him put into words what did and didn't work about the Jedi order, if he wanted to reform and save it.
Arya’s hand went to her neck, the quick explanation Arkous had offered to his new padawan suddenly making apparent what her symbol represented – Balance, for a Force user who knew about both the Dark and Light side, understood and acknowledged their emotions, without letting themselves be controlled by them.
The pureblood Sith’s way to acknowledge Arya as an accomplished Force user – and his equal.
She smiled at the red-skinned man, and didn’t resist as he dragged her to his side with a predatory smile.
4316.165.9 CRC – birth of Arya Lunika on Benduday (5th day of the week) of the 6th week of the 1st month of the year 4316 while in Hyperspace (3661 BBY / -7 ATC)
4320.412.0 CRC – Fluffy Mooka boarded, death of Sayah and Leelai Lunika, Arya Lunika registered to the Korriban Academy as “Jen’Nwit” (Little Shadow) by Darth Arkous (3657 BBY / -3 ATC)
4322.742 CRC –Arya saves Lyn’Me, they become sisters (3655 BBY / -1 ATC)
4323.273 CRC – Arya Lunika escapes the Korriban Academy and is recruited by Cipher Eleven (3654 BBY / 0 ATC)
4325.323.0 CRC – Deaknal (Born from the Wind) Raheth (Sandwalker) adopts Arya Lunika (3652 BBY / 2 ATC)
4328.444 CRC – Return to the Empire, Deaknal promoted (3649 BBY / 5 ATC)
4330.974 CRC – Lyn’Me escapes Korriban (3647 BBY / 7 ATC)
4331.165.0 CRC – re-birth of Padfoot, Arya leaves Dromund Kaas on her first solo mission (3646 BBY / 8 ATC)
4331.721 CRC – finding of the vergeance and re-birth of Blanche on Lothal (3646 BBY / 8 ATC)
4332.211 CRC– finding the vergeance of Ossus (3645 BBY / 9 ATC)
4332.231 CRC– return on Dromund Kaas (3645 BBY / 9 ATC)
4332.315 CRC– mission on Nal Hutta starts (3645 BBY / 9 ATC)
4333.164 CRC– arrival of Ketan Seva on Nal Hutta (3644 BBY / 10 ATC)
4333.333 CRC– Arya becomes Cipher Seven (3644 BBY / 10 ATC)
4333.923 CRC– Darth Arkous becomes a member of the Dark Council, Deaknal is promoted from Keeper to Minister (3644 BBY / 10 ATC)
4334.233 CRC– Dash.a Ellan becomes a Privateer for the Republic (3643 BBY / 11 ATC)
4334.762 CRC– War starts again (3643 BBY / 11 ATC)
4334.943 CRC– re-birth of Kagetsu (3643 BBY / 11 ATC)
4334.954 CRC– death of Sel-Makor (3643 BBY / 11 ATC)
4335.625 CRC– birth of Jela’Me, son of Lyn’Me and Xenloth Nor (3642 BBY / 12 ATC)
4337.172 CRC– death of Vitiate’s Voice in the Empire (3640 BBY / 14 ATC)
4340.835 CRC– battle against Revan (3637 BBY / 17 ATC)
4340.064 CRC– destruction of Ziost (3637 BBY / 17 ATC)
4341.174 CRC– Eternal Empire offensive (3636 BBY / 18 ATC)
4341.342 CRC– Arya wakes up (3636 BBY / 18 ATC)
4341.461 CRC– visit on Tython (3636 BBY / 18 ATC)
4341.512 CRC– defeat against the Eternal Empire, death of Darth Marr, Arya in cryostasis (3636 BBY / 18 ATC)
4346.364 CRC– Arya rescued and waked up (3631 BBY / 23 ATC)
4346.415 CRC– battle of Asylum (3631 BBY / 23 ATC)
4346.061 CRC– journey to Odessen’s core (3631 BBY / 23 ATC)
4346.074 CRC– Firebrand’s assault on Zakuul’s infrastructures (3631 BBY / 23 ATC)
4347.122 CRC– Arcann’s retaliation (3630 BBY / 24 ATC)
4347.413 CRC– assault on Zakuul (3630 BBY / 24 ATC)
4348.272 CRC– battle against Tenebrae (3659 BBY / 25 ATC)
4351.xxx CRC– Arkous starts living on Tython (3656 BBY / 28 ATC)
4383.xxx CRC– death of Deaknal (3624 BBY / 60 ATC)
4408.xxx CRC– death of Xenloth and Lyn’Me (3599 BBY / 85 ATC)
4439.xxx CRC– Aayla’Me becomes Grand Master (3568 BBY / 116 ATC)
4517.xxx CRC– death of Aayla’Me (3590 BBY / 194 ATC)
4568.xxx CRC– Arkous takes Arya’s pod to Coruscant (3539 BBY / 245 ATC)
6945.354 CRC– birth of Fay (1031 BBY / 2621 ATC)
6976.xxx CRC– Ruusan Reformation, Fay gives up her lightsaber (1000 BBY / 2652 ATC)
7080.075 CRC– birth of Yoda (896 BBY / 2756 ATC)
7919.653 CRC– birth of Obi Wan Kenobi (57 BBY / 3598 ATC)
7930.234 CRC– return of Obi Wan Kenobi, awakening of Arkous (46 BBY / 3598 ATC)
7930.262 CRC– awakening of Arya (46 BBY / 3598 ATC)
7930.265 CRC– second anti-poison (46 BBY / 3598 ATC)
7930.471 CRC– Obi Wan becomes Arkous’ padawan (46 BBY / 3598 ATC)
Fluffy Mooka – Defender Class light corvette, lime green paint job (Sayah and Leelai Lunika’s starship)
? – Praetor Class frigate (Exchange slave cargo)
Ember – Fury Class light corvette (Darth Arkous’ starship)
? –X-70B-Phatom (Cipher 11’ starship)
Unfettered Mooka – XS Stock Class light freighter, lime line around the hull (Davin and Dash.a Ellan’s starship)
Ziost’ Revenger – Terminus Class destroyer (Darth Marr’s flagship)
- Repository(enhancement): unlocks the Repository System
Kitsune Weave(clothe, leveling, LV27):+27 Physical Defense
FuurinKiba (weapon, leveling, LV27): +1 AG, +29 Cutting Damages
- Saya(enhancement): +10 Force Reservoir
KageShin (weapon, leveling, LV27): +1 WIS, +31 Shadow Damages
ShiroInu Tessen (weapon, leveling, LV27): +1 LUCK, +27 Cutting Damages
Trill-181 prototype (weapon, leveling, LV27, adaptable: blaster gun/carbine/rifle): +27/29/31 Energy Damages
Arkous’ Shoto Saber (weapon, leveling, LV27): +1 AG, +29 Force Damages
- Adegan Crystal (enhancement): +1 INT, WILL and WIS
- Daiyoukai Claws (enhancement): +2 damages
[Arkous’ Shadow Weave(clothe, leveling): + x Physical Defense)]
(bXP)New Perk: Sith Combined Poison / Voss Healing / Shattered Body / Remnant of a Lost Era / First Hypospray /Halls of Healing Treatment / Second Hypospray
(bXP FR, 10bXP)Vergeance: Light Vergeance(Coruscant) / Dark Vergeance(Coruscant)
(4XP)LV MAX Familiar Skill: Fight(Padfoot) / Defend(Padfoot) / Survival(Padfoot) / Charm(Padfoot) / Synergy(Padfoot) / Fight(Blanche) / Defend(Blanche) / Survival(Blanche) / Synergy(Blanche) / Fight(Kagetsu) / Defend(Kagetsu) / Survival(Kagetsu) / Force(Kagetsu) / Synergy(Kagetsu)
(4bXP)LV MAX Familiar Ability: Invisibility(Padfoot) / Body Enhancement(Padfoot) / Shadow Walk(Padfoot) / Backstab(Padfoot) / Circle of Shield(Blanche) / Body Enhancement(Blanche) / Light Walk(Blanche) / Powerful Strike(Blanche) / / Fire Storm(Kagetsu) / Body Enhancement(Kagetsu) / Fire Walk(Kagetsu) / Powerful Strike(Kagetsu)
current XP: 15 120
current LV: 34
XP to next level: 10
ARYA LUNIKA AGE 27 LV 34
BODY: Agility (14/1:15) / Strength (11/1:12) / Endurance (10/1:11)
MIND: Intelligence (12/2:14) / Willpower (14/2:16) / Wisdom (12/5:17)
Heart: Presence (10/4:14) / Instinct (12/3:15)
UNIQUE: Luck (30) / Element (17) / Godly (28)