Chapter VIII. 7930.471 to 7930.923 CRC
Chapter VIII. 7930.471 to 7930.923 CRC
Two months had gone by since Arkous had taken Obi Wan as a padawan.
Two months of intensive training, of which both Arya and the returned Jedi took advantage, as each had to remaster their body.
The padawan had to admit he was faintly jealous of Arya – while it was taking her a long time to heal from both her prolonged stasis, the poison she'd been infected with, and the Sith alchemy's effects, she was still in her own body. As for Obi Wan – while he was getting used to his younger body, it still lacked the muscle memory and conditioning he'd honed over decades.
Sure enough, he was progressing quickly, and were he to spar with other padawans, he knew he would be able to beat all but the ones one step away from their knighting – while his physical abilities weren't up to par yet, he still had his strategic mind, not to mention instincts honed on multiple battlefields over the years.
He was also going through his regular lessons quickly, stunning quite a few of his teachers along the way. But, while it would have been more discreet to keep his previous pace – he really couldn't fathom wasting so much time pretending not to know things he'd learned decades ago, when he could instead spend his time learning new things.
Much time was also spent speaking with Arya and Arkous – about the war, and the destruction of the Jedi, about the way the Sith had managed to hide themselves and plan their destruction, but also about the Jedi order itself, and the way it was slowly destroying itself.
There were many things to do, and on many fronts – the more he talked, the more Obi Wan was thankful not to be alone in this.
And so, two months after becoming a padawan for the second time, Obi Wan and Arkous were put on the active Jedi list, and ready for their first mission. Arya, after a talk with Mace, had been seen talking to master Tholme.
She'd disappeared from the temple during the next few days – and by the time he caught sight of her on the third day, Obi Wan suddenly understood why.
The traditional Jedi robes she'd been using since waking up in this era were gone, replaced by something Obi Wan easy recognized. From her way of moving, to the rather revealing outfit, what the woman from the past had been doing was rather evident.
“how did the game go?” Arkous asked, clearly not surprised – nor worried about the bruises and scratches that indicated she'd been in a bar fight or eight
“Well Dasha Ellan's name is now known in the Uscru Entertainment District, there's a young thief with a broken hand and a new respect for females of any species and a Nautolan pirate who's lost his ship.” Arya said with an amused smile
“Is the ship any good?”
“I don't know much about it, but from what I've seen, it'll do the job.” she agreed, “Half the size of my Unfettered Mooka, so its cargo holds are smaller, but otherwise it has a far better hyperdrive, not to mention sturdy shields and a dual-laser turret. As a bonus, it's even submersible, since it's a Mon Calamari design.”
Obi Wan found it rather amusing how enamored she seemed with her new ship – thought, thank the Force, she didn't sound as bad as Anakin had been with his starfighter.
The next day she was gone.
It was a few days later that Arkous and Obi Wan were summoned by the High Council – and given their first mission.
“Traces of an ancient Sith structure on Ryloth, master Bondara has found.” Yoda explained, “An expert on the topic he has asked for.”
“Master Bondara is the Ryloth Sector Watchman,” Mace Windu added, “we would have sent Master Dooku, but I dare say that you have more experience than him in ancient Sith ruins.” amusement was well hidden in his eyes as he spoke to Arkous – but Obi Wan knew the Korun master well enough to see it
Within a few hours, they'd dropped by the quarter-master to get some supplies for the trip, been assigned a ship – and for the first time since coming back, Obi Wan left Coruscant.
“So?” Arkous asked once the take-off and hyperspace procedures were done, and the ship firmly set on autopilot, “Since we're going there, anything to do on Ryloth?”
Immediately, memories flooded Obi Wan's mind.
He took some time to order them, some of them familiar, others he'd heard about, and some completely unknown.
“There was an operation there during the war.” Obi Wan said, “But that's not really something we can do anything about. On the other hand, what we can take care of is Aayla's uncle.”
“Aayla…” Arkous mused, “She's that Rutian Twi'lek who was apprenticed to your Kiffar friend?”
“She was. They're even supposed to meet this year.” he confirmed, “Her uncle sold her to the Hutts for her 'protection'.” he sneered, “Quinlan saved her. A few years later, the same dear uncle drugged her, mind-wiped her and her master, left him to die on Nar Shaddaa and made her one of his dancing slaves.”
Arkous' face turned into a rather fearsome snarl of disgust at the quick description, but rather than letting his fury take over, he settled.
“Tell me all you remember.” he demanded, “Then we'll contact the Sandwalking Mooka, and plot.”
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And plot they did – so much Obi Wan didn't even notice it was his birthday until the evening, when Arkous managed to put together some sort of dessert he'd never seen before, made of dried fruits, syrup and an unholy amount of spices that would have probably burned the tongue of any regular human.
Obi Wan, with his love of Mandalorian food – didn't bat an eyelash at the spiciness. On Korriban the skotasani vankswaisius may have been invented, it was now his favorite dessert, in the very same spot as the Mandalorian uj'alayi. Who knew even Sith had some good food?
By the time the Jedi old light cruiser landed on Ryloth, there was already a light freighter parked in the spaceport, a double line of a rather distinctive lime painted on the top of the starship.
As for Arkous and Obi Wan, they were welcomed by Lon Secura, brother of Pol Secura, one of the five current members of the Twi'lek Clan Council.
Ryloth was a rather unique planet, with very harsh living conditions – the five natural moons around the planet locking it in one position. Because of this, the planet was cut in half – one half of never-ending night, the other of never-ending day. Add to this the violent winds and heat storms, and the whole population was condensed in underground caves in the thin inhabitable band of land between the planet's two halves.
“Welcome master Jedi.” the tall Rutian Twi'lek bowed, “We did not expect a second Jedi team on the same day, are you here too regarding the escaped felon?”
“I'm afraid not,” Arkous contradicted, “we are here at master Bondara's request.”
“Of course, of course.” the blue-skinned man nodded eagerly, “I'm afraid that master Bondara isn't here in Lessu.” he added, “When on Ryloth, he tends to stay in Sal'kaasa. You can take your ship there, but there are also several shuttles a day that go there.”
The decision was made for the master and padawan to stay the night, since it was already pretty late, then head toward Sal'kaasa the next morning. Since they were spending the evening in Lessu, Arkous had quickly dragged the two of them toward the nearest cantina – which, without any surprise for a spaceport city, was quite seedy.
What had surprised Obi Wan more – was the rather familiar Mirialan, though he honestly hadn't recognized her at a glance, only realizing who she was thanks to the Force. More importantly – right now, her Force presence was hidden and the mere fact that he'd felt her indicated something quite evident in retrospect, thought he didn't know how he hadn't realized it earlier.
Obi Wan had a Force-bond with Arya.
“Wow,” the woman from the past mused, clearly amused, “did I make the same face when I realized our Force-bond was how you always found me?”
The smoldering look Arkous gave her in response would clearly have made Obi Wan blush if he'd really been eleven-year-olds.
“We're tied by more than a Force-bond, nuya Jen'Nwit, as you well know.”
It was honestly quite world-shattering to witness their relationship, Obi Wan had to admit. Because he'd rarely felt emotions as intense as Arkous or Arya allowed themselves to feel – clearly, if anyone had any doubts about the fact that those two weren't Jedi, they only had to focus on their shared feelings to have it confirmed.
Yet, at the same time – Obi Wan couldn't see these feelings as negatively as the High Council would have depicted them. Sure enough, those feelings were intense – but he'd found and read the old reports by now.
Arkous had been a member of the Dark Council – and Arya had worked under his orders then, being put in numerous life-threatening situations. A few years later – the situation had been reversed, and she hadn't hesitated either to make use of her husband as the unique resource he was in a wartime configuration.
Obi Wan had never seen a love stronger – but it had never become an obsession cutting them from common sense and preventing them from making rational decisions, no matter how hard they were.
Even Arkous' decision to stay and wait for his wife's awakening he could understand – after all, by then, the Sith hadn't been a formal part of any governing body, so some selfishness was understandable.
And despite this – he'd apparently raised a fair few Jedi crècheling along the years, so clearly, he hadn't been only selfish.
“Fancy meeting you here, Dasha.” Arkous answered, his amused smirk answer enough to her question
“I know, right.” Arya answered immediately with a smile far more lascivious than she usually showed in the temple
Honestly, Obi Wan was both stunned and impressed – he'd realized on Coruscant, when she'd won her starship, that she must be gearing up for Shadow work, or whatever the equivalent had been for the wife of a Sith Lord in their era… But the way her whole demeanor, and even her Force presence, had so thoroughly changed, was honestly awe-inspiring
“Don't bother putting on airs!” a loud voice teased not so far, “Don't you see the robes? He's a Jedi! Their kind doesn't put up!”
“Oh dear!” Arya sent an extravagant wink at the Devaronian, the red-skin, devil-like alien putting a hand to his heart as if shot by the gesture, “They don't do relationship.” she contradicted him, “But haven't you heard about their legendary stamina?”
The rather crude remark made people laugh and cat-call – and Obi Wan felt himself blush, cursing his young body for it. To think he'd though Qui-Gon had been bad!
“Ah! But he's got a baby-Jedi with him! Do you want us to baby-sit?”
Arya winked — and even if this clearly hadn't been a part of any plan, the returned Jedi knew an opportunity when one presented itself. A few hours in the evening – and Arya had made quite a show of ensnaring Arkous, while Obi Wan had used to his advantage the interest he was gathering from the crowd. Most of the information he's gathered wasn't pertinent for their current mission – but when it came to unveiling the Secura's illegal dealings…
Well, that was quite another story, and not one hidden quite as well as little Aayla's uncle would probably wish for.
Obi Wan didn't bat an eyelash when Arya and Arkous disappeared – and no matter how eager the both of them seemed for other activities, he felt that they weren't that far away, waiting for his own safe departure before truly leaving.
Obi Wan stayed a bit more, until he was pretty sure he wouldn't get any more intel – though he did hear something he hadn't known before.
Aayla – was the daughter of Lon and Pol's older sister.
No wonder they'd tried to get rid of her.
For all that it were men who currently ruled Ryloth – the planet had been matrilineal at first, and it still held true for lines of successions.
Which meant – if Aayla ever had a son, he would hold first right to the Clan Head's position ahead of Ayala's uncles or their children. This, Obi Wan realized – was why her uncle had tried so hard to get rid of her, thought he'd never quite resorted to outright murder, as kin-slaying went against all Twi'leks believed in.
Though honestly, given the memories Quinlan and Aayla herself had shared – Obi Wan honestly wondered if murder wouldn't have been kinder. What kind of people shied from murder, but didn't mind slavery, prostitution and mind-altering drugs?
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The next day, Arkous was perky and unbearably happy. While they were in the shuttle for Sal'kaasa, Obi Wan told him about what he'd learned the evening before – which Arkous immediately shared with Arya.
The half-Mirialan immediately went on the prowl – the whole planet was already giving her hives, with people using slavery so easily and the way females were looked down upon. To hear that on top of that, there was a would-be kin-slayer at the top of the government… Lyn'Me would hate to see how her planet has changed.
Sneaking around the levels of the underground city reserved to government officials wasn't that hard with her abilities – nor was slicing through their files, though she did notice that security had improved during her millennia-long nap. She'd have to take a bit of time to learn more about the latest upgrades later – but for now, her skills were still enough.
Finding proof of trade with the Hutts wasn't hard – but sadly, it was frowned upon, but not illegal. The word in the files is 'indentured servants' but everyone knew that Hutts dealt in slaves.
Finding the traces of a badly erased talk between Pol Secura and a Hutt had been harder – and she was rather surprised that no one had already found her, given how loudly she'd had to rummage around the databanks.
But find it, she did.
Then, she heard shouting in the Force.
The voice was young, and terrified – and rather far, Arya noticed with worry as she ran toward it. Thankfully, there was another Force user not too far, young too, though not as much, abut more importantly, trained.
By the time she stumbled into the large cavern, there was a wampa cut in halves – by a teen boy, with copper skin, yellow face-marking and dark, braided hair; a lightsaber in one hand, a little Twi'lek girl in the other.
It wasn't too hard to guess who they were thanks to the memories Obi Wan had shared with Arkous and her – Aayla'Secura, and Quinlan Vos.
“Are you alright?”
The little girl's eyes widened, not having expected the green-skinned woman to talk Ryl, but she nodded shyly in answer.
“Good job. But keep your weapon in hand, Jedi-boy, who knows if there aren't other creatures around.” she told Quinlan, T-181 in hands
The young teenager was visibly shaken by the situation, but being praised visibly helped him gather himself together. His eyes widened as they landed on her blaster, and he whistled appreciatively, “Oh wow, this design is vintage! Where did you get it?”
“Stole it from a slaver when I was a couple of years older than the little one here.” she answered, making his eyes grow wider even
As they started to head in his master's direction, Arya somehow found herself retelling the story, both in Ryl and basic, to the little girl and the teenager, of her parent's death, and the subsequent salve-rebellion she'd more or less accidentally organized on the Exchange ship.
Aayla was a bit young to understand everything – though it was clear she was already bright for her age – but still enjoyed being talked to. Quinlan Vos had the beginning of hero-worship in his eyes, which Arya found rather adorable – clearly, this boy wasn't one made to be a regular Jedi.
Seeing his padawan drenched in blood, with a little girl in his arms, and an unknown woman by his side made his master raise an eyebrow – but since he didn't sense any danger anymore, he merely asked, “So, what's going on?”
“Oh, you know.” Arya was the one casually say, “Merely a murder attempt to usurp a family title.”
This made the eyebrow raise higher – while the Twi'lek that was with him sputtered, “Don't make such baseless accusation, woman!”
Of course – that was the moment Arya chose to take a holo-comm unit out of her pocket and replay the conversation she'd managed to procure but a few moments earlier. The blue-skinned man grew paler as the conversation went on, but also more determined.
“This cannot be allowed to stand.” he said firmly, turning toward the Jedi by his side, “Master Tholme, I'm afraid I must ask you to help in this situation, if my brother has gone as far as to try to kill our niece and pass illegal trading-accords with the Hutts, who knows what else he's done…”
Officials affairs weren't talked about in front of females and children, something Arya found just as ridiculous as Quinlan, thought she hid her annoyance far better than him – instead she left her comm-unit's number with the boy's master, and offered to keep an eye on him and Aayla while he took care of the situation, discreetly giving him the data she'd found about the traffic of creatures he was here to take care of along the way.
“Welcome aboard the Sandwalking Mooka!”
Quinlan had quickly asked for more stories about Arya's adventure – while Aayla had taken one look at Padfoot, Blanche and Kagetsu before squealing and pouncing. Soon, she was exhausted, and sleeping in the middle of a pile of canines.
It was a few hours before master Tholme met up with them.
“So,” he wondered, “since when do smugglers give their help freely?”
“I'm a perfectly legal trader.” Arya protested automatically, “Besides,” she added more honestly, “I despise the Hutts and any slavers in general.”
This was an easily acceptable explanation – while some didn't have any second thoughts about it, there also were quite a few smugglers and bounty hunters who were former slavers with no other way to make a living than illegally, and that, as such, were quite openly against slavers.
By the evening, Tholme, Quinlan and Aayla were taking Arkous and Obi Wan's ship back toward the Temple. As for Arya – she was headed toward Sal'kaasa, and the ruins master Bondara had found.
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Arkous and Obi Wan were met by a tall Rutian Twi'lek when they arrived at Sal'kaasa – master Anoon Bondara, the local watchman, and the Jedi who'd called for help.
“I must admit,” the man said, “when I asked for someone, I expected master Dooku to be the one to come.”
“He is the current expert on the topic, from what I've heard.” Arkous nodded, “But theoretical knowledge, as good as it is, will always be trumped by practical experience.”
Anoon's eyes widened at that, “Practical? The Sith have been gone for a thousand years!”
“Then it is good I am older than that.”
“Well,” the Twi'lek mused, “seems like things are changing in the Temple. Maybe it's time for me to go home.”
Obi Wan wasn't too surprised by the affirmation – while he hadn't heard anything about a Sith temple on Ryloth the first time around, it wasn't particularly unexpected, as this wasn't the kind of news the High Council let freely fly about the Temple, especially not among the younglings. And he did remember having master Bondara as a lightsaber instructor for a couple of years around this age.
“The temple is placed in the Bright Land.” the Twi'lek explains as he led them toward a small shuttle
Arkous raised an eyebrow at that, “I thought the Bright Land and Nightlands were uninhabitable?”
“They are, between the unpredictable sand and heat storms, the dangerous creatures and the lack of surface water, the day side of Ryloth isn't hospitable at all.” Anoon confirmed, “I wouldn't have found those ruins if not for the lylek nest just atop of it, which I was asked to take care of by the city's chief.”
Now that they were in the shuttle, he let a map appear in front of the pilot-chair “Here.” he gestured, “These are the Floating Rock Garden, one of the few attractions in the area. The lylek nest was dangerously close, so I was asked to take care of it before something happened.”
“Alone?” Obi Wan couldn't help but state rather than ask, clearly impressed – Jedi or not, lylek were particularly vicious beasts
The blue-skinned man let out a chuckle at the easily heard praise, “It wasn't easy.” he agreed without boasting, “But Sal'kaasa is a small city, with few hunters available.” he added more somberly, “I couldn't ask them to risk their lives.”
Just like master Bondara had said, the ruins weren't that far from the twilight band where Twi'lek lived – but they were hidden masterfully in the hollow of what looked like a sleeping volcano.
“Because, of course, the Bright Lands weren't dangerous enough.” Obi Wan groaned while the blue-skinned Jedi masterfully maneuvered the small shuttle through the downward tunnel, revealing a surprisingly large cave inside, clearly dug out of the volcano's old lava chamber.
There was a river of lava running around a large, artificial mesa, and large obsidian statues, perfectly well protected from the passage of time and the harsh weather thanks to the small entrance, all around a large pyramidal shape.
More importantly, ever since they'd come out of the tunnel, the Dark Side had surged, making Obi Wan wonder how it had been hidden until then.
“This is recent.” Arkous mused, “A thousand years, no more.”
“That's recent?” Obi Wan couldn't help to repeat, rolling his eyes, “You're even worse than master Yoda!”
“You'll want to keep your mental-shields up.” the pureblood Sith warned both his padawan and the Twi'lek
Truth be told, Arkous himself felt quite at home – the temple wasn't that dark to his senses, not after having been born and raised on Korriban and Dromund Kaas, but for Jedi who weren't used to the call of Darkness, he knew it would be rather difficult.
Obi Wan was eyeing him with open curiosity, he noticed – raising an eyebrow, he encouraged the returned Jedi to tell what was on his mind.
“How are you doing this?” the young human blurts, hands gesturing around him, “Your aura is radiating darkness!”
Arkous' feels his eyebrow rise higher. Had the boy forgotten what he was?
“I mean… I know you're able to balance yourself, but right now, the darkness you're using isn't clashing with this place.” Obi Wan explained what he meant, “Which means it's far easier for you to be here.”
Finally, Arkous understood – it was something so natural to him, it hadn't even occurred to him, it wouldn't be evident to the other, what with his decades of knowledge as a Jedi Master. He didn't even have had to deal with the reverse problem as he learned more about the Light side, as it was far more welcoming – but he did remember Arya, and even Lyn'Me, talking about how they did it.
“Think about it like hiding your true-self beyond a layer of darkness.” he explained, “We all have dark feelings from time to time, even if Jedi are taught to release those emotions in the Force.”
Obi Wan nods, and the red-skinned man realized that even the Jedi master was listening attentively, “You just have to call those things up, and push them around you like a shield.”
“This is… an incredibly grey technique.” Anoon couldn't help but point out – but he didn't really feel disapproving
“It can be dangerous, if you're unable to keep yourself separated from those emotions.” Arkous agreed easily
“Don't you think it's a bit dangerous to take a young padawan to a Sith temple?”
The pureblood Sith looked a bit taken aback at the comment, and Obi Wan had to hide his amusement — of course he didn't see the problem, he was a Sith himself, after all.
“How is he to learn, if I hide him away from the galaxy and its dangers?”
Obi Wan really wasn't surprised by the answer – after all, this was a man who hadn't thought twice about dropping his future wife in the slave quarters of a Sith Academy.
“You are a very unorthodox master.” the Twi'lek mused, then with some mirth in his eyes, “The headaches you must give to the High Council!”
It was only then, that Obi Wan remembered that more often than not – watchmen too were among the unorthodox Jedi – no wonder he seemed amused rather than disapproving of Arkous' methods.
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The temple had been abandoned for a long time, it was clear, and probably in a haste given all that remained.
Arkous had quickly determined that it hadn't simply been a temple – but an Academy, focusing on training Siths spies and assassins.
It would take some time to gather all the relics and old databanks that had been left behind – and while they could stay in the old academy, both Jedi weren't comfortable with it, something Arkous easily understood, even if he didn't mind it himself. It was decided to go back to Sal'kaasa to plan things a bit better – because clearly, they were going to have to send back more to the Coruscant temple than just a few holo-records.
“Well, that's why nuya Jen'Nwit has a freighter.”
Obi Wan rolled his eyes.
“Why do I have the feeling you've ransacked quite a few temples back in your days?”
“I do not ransack.” the pureblood Sith protested with an affronted look, “I am a collector of rare Force knowledge.”
Even Anoon laughed out loud this time.
It was nearly midnight by the time they were back to Sal'kaasa, taking a late meal in the only cantina of the small city, when Obi Wan started to feel something rather familiar. Sure enough, within moments, Arya was stalking in the room, making quite a few people look her way, before negligently sprawling in Arkous' laps.
“Miss me, master Jedi?” she teased shamelessly
Obi Wan dropped his head, barely missing his plate of gruuvan shaal kebab.
“A friend of yours, master Arkous?” Anoon asked, clearly amused by the woman's antics
“She's got a freighter she's willing to lend us.”
“For a price.” Arya interjected with a salacious wink at her husband, making the returned Jedi groan, “What's wrong, baby Jedi?”
“Absolutely nothing.” he answered immediately, hoping she wasn't feeling too mischievous – he didn't think he could spend another evening telling to smugglers and other spice-dealers that no, he would rather not leave the Jedi to work for them
Taking pity on him, she stole a skewer from Arkous' plate instead – making Obi Wan realize that the man must have known she was coming, given how full his plate was. She let out an appreciative hum at the taste, but still pouted, “My sister's recipe was better.” a thoughtful frown, “I'm pretty sure she marinated the meat longer. And it was more spicy too.” then turning her attention to the last Jedi in the group, “The name's Dasha Ellan, traveling trader.” Anoon quirked his lips in amusement at the clear euphemism for smuggler, “My Sandwalking Mooka has got 85 cubic meters of empty space for your artifacts, and even spare cabins for all of you.” a wink toward Arkous, “Thought, of course, you're welcome to share with me.”
Obi Wan rose his eyes to the cantina's dirty ceiling. It was far from a bad idea to put the emphasis on their relationship and work deal to make people accept easily why a smuggler was with Jedi – even better, it would probably give her reputation a boost, as it was well-known that Jedi would turn a blind eye to minor infractions if you were open to help them with bigger things. A boon for small-scale smugglers and information-dealers, who rather liked being on the 'good' list of the Jedi.
The next day, they were back in the ruins – this time with Arya's vessel. Arkous had found the access code to the temple's landing pad the day before, which meant they didn't have to use the small conduit they'd used before.
Just like Arkous, Arya immediately shifted her aura as they neared the area saturated with the Dark side – at that, Anoon's eyes widened.
“You're…”
“Shadow Master Arya Lunika.” the Mirialan introduced herself with a small bow, “I'm currently establishing my new cover, and happened to be in the area.”
“So you're not…” his eyes glanced toward Arkous, making it pretty clear he was wondering about the previous' evening antics
“She's my wife.” Arkous said with a very smug smile that Obi Wan was becoming rather used to
Really – his master was making him reevaluate everything he knew about the Sith and the Dark Side of the Force daily. And even more surprising than the pureblood Sith's talent for cooking was how enamored he was with his wife.
To think he was taught that Sith only felt negative emotions like hate, anger, or pain.
Truth be told – even if he tried not to think too hard about it – he understood all too well why Arkous loved Arya. She was everything a warrior could be attracted to – deadly with an impressive array of weapons, with instincts that would make Mandalorian commandos pale in jealousy; a strength of mind and an ability to play with words that the man who'd been known as the Negotiator found quite admirable; the broken circle on her hand, only one more proof of her character…
And of course, the fact that she was beautiful was the cherry on top.
It made Obi Wan look back on the men and women he'd loved – all gone, by the time of the Empire.
Cerasi and Nield – the first assassinated at the end of the Melida/Daan conflict, the second, whom he'd never seen again after the death of their shared beloved, assassinated a few years later by an aging Melida. Thankfully, by then, the peace was anchored deeply enough that their planet hadn't fallen back into the centuries old war it had finally managed to brought itself out of.
Siri Tachi – they'd gotten on each other's nerves like only teenagers could during their first shared mission, but by the end of it, they'd all but fallen in bed together, young, clumsy, and attracted like magnets. They'd decided by themselves to put their relationship to the side quickly, both too committed to their path as Jedi. Their friendship had been strong until the end – until he heard about her death a few months into the Clone Wars.
Quinlan Vos – plagued by darkness, yet who always found his way back, able to understand Obi Wan with a mere touch when Obi Wan himself had been struggling to understand himself. This was a relationship Qui-Gon had done his level best to destroy, still grieving from Tahl's death and not wanting his padawan to ever feel something similar.
But not matter that they spent years without seeing each other, or were allowed near each other only under the watchful eyes of Obi Wan's master, the Kiffar had always held a piece of Obi Wan's heart – just as Obi Wan held a piece of Quinlan's heart. They just had agreed to hold to this piece – and nothing more, each falling into new loves along the way, yet never completely forgetting the other.
Obi Wan knew he'd survived Order 66 – he'd met him, for a few moments, one of the few times he'd left his exile on Tatooine. Then one day, he'd felt a little bit of his heart die, and knew the wild boy he's so loved was no more.
Satine – fiery Satine, dedicated to peace with a single-mindedness typically Mandalorian. He'd loved her as fiercely as he'd wanted to shake her senseless to make her see things his way – he envied her too, in a way, for the degree to which she believed so absolutely in peace, when he knew, deep in his bones, that war was what he was made for. Killed by Maul, she had died in his arms — and perhaps it had been better for her, as it had sparred her from seeing the world she'd worked so hard to rebuilt, even if not always in ways he agreed with, once more destroyed.
Cody – steadfast and loyal, the partner of many sleepless nights during the war, a man just as plagued with the countless deaths of their brothers-in-arms, just as dedicated to duty as he'd been. Turned in a flesh droid on two mere words from Darth Sidious. Obi Wan had spent decades not knowing what had happened – learning about the truth of the mind-controlling ships only once dead.
All of them people he hoped to save, this time around – but knew he wouldn't be able to love the same way he had in his first life.
Because for all that it was a second chance to save the galaxy, and his loved ones along the way – they weren't quite his loved ones anymore, Obi Wan knew.
Except relationships could be rebuilt with the living, like they couldn't with the dead.
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A gentle tug on his padawan braid brought Obi Wan out of his thoughts, “Don't linger on memories.” Arya told him softly, as he realized, startled, that Arkous and Anoon were already out of the starship, “The people we love never leave us.”
Suddenly, he remembered what Arkous had told him when he'd just awoken.
Between their bond and her memories – he doubted anyone could understand better than the green-skinned woman in front of him what he was thinking about.
“I'll always miss them.” he said wistfully, “But it won't stop me from marching forward.”
Arya nodded approvingly.
“Well said, Karza'Berniuk.”
Obi Wan tilted his head – Arkous too had called him that, he remembered. As if reading his mind, Arya smirked, “I'm sure you'll be able to find a Sith primer somewhere around.”
With that, she jumped out of the ship, her three familiars on her heels.
The returned Jedi rolled his eyes, wondering how he'd missed the fact that, of course, the pureblood Sith had given him a nickname in his native language. A language the Jedi had forbidden the study of for all but the masters of the order. Stretching, he tumbled out of the Sandwalking Mooka, ready to help the trio of Force users with their work.
Overall, it took them nearly two weeks to go through the temple, collecting quite a few artifacts, and heaps of data-banks. Obi Wan was rather surprised to notice he even recognized some of those artifacts – clearly master Dooku's fall had been years in the making, if he was already collecting Sith artifacts instead of registering them into the Jedi archives.
He wondered if there was a way to prevent his fall – or at least, to prevent him from falling in with the Sith, he amended.
Arya had stocked her ship – so the evenings, they spent in the Sandwalking Mooka's mess, eating the fare of the day, often either Twi'lek or pureblood Sith cuisine, thought there were a few Mirialan dishes here and there.
They talked quite a bit while eating, master Bondara surprisingly more aware of some problems of the temple than Obi Wan would have expected. But then again, Watchmen Jedi were among those that mingled the most with regular people – they both felt the lack of Jedi in the galaxy more than any other Jedi branch, but also saw firsthand how their reputation had changed, and not in a good way.
Arya talked about her intention to re-establish her old freedom trail – or rather, a new iteration of it – since sadly, slavery still was a problem in the galaxy, no matter the Republic's claim to have outlawed it.
“This is what Jedi should be about.” Obi Wan couldn't help but say, wistfully, “Finding ancient knowledge, learning more about the Force, and helping people.”
All of them agreed, the Force humming happily around them, but Anoon was the one who truly got what he meant, “I've spent nearly two decades as Watchman of the Ryloth system.” he mused, “I've seen how far off the Senate preoccupation's a small, Outer Rim sector like mine is…” his eyes grew dimmer, “I've also seen that more and more, the missions that brought fellow Jedi around were badly disguised political moves from the Senators.” a sigh, “I fear our order has gotten so used to listen to the Senate, they've forgotten about the will of the Force.”
“Then we'll have to remind them.” Arya promised with a smile
There was such conviction in that smile – that even Obi Wan, who knew how dark the future could be, felt himself more hopeful.
She was right after all – this was what he had to do to change the future. And even if they had to convince the other Jedi one by one – with Arkous and Arya by his side, they could do it, he felt.
It was with master Bondara that they returned to Coruscant, the man having grown surer, in the few days they'd known each other, that his path was back at the temple.
“Congratulation on your first mission!”
Obi Wan couldn't help but smile at Bant's enthusiastic tone, a hand instinctively going to his braid, and the two new pearls on it. A green one, for the consular work he'd accomplished by helping catalog the Sith temple's artifact, and the way he'd managed along the way to improve his shielding, quickly learning the method Arkous had explained, which helped resist the corrupting influence of the area far better than anything he'd ever known. A black one, for shadow work, for the evening spent in the cantina – he didn't really think that deserved a pearl, but Arya had been the one to remind him that he'd caught the essential intel that made her look in Pol Secura's affairs from closer, and in turn, lead to his arrest.
Besides – and he hadn't been able to contradict her – it wasn't as if this wasn't something he'd already earned in a previous life. Arya wasn't wrong, he realized – while he had to work to relearn the more physical abilities, his knowledge hadn't suddenly disappeared…
A little blond-haired girl snatched his datapad from his hands, “You've only just come back, and you're already studying!” Siri Tachi said in a scandalized tone, “Live a little, Obi Wan!”
He couldn't help but laugh, “As you wish, my lady.” a wink, and he added, “I'm learning a new technique to hide my Force presence better.” he said – Arya was the one to teach him, and he had the feeling that she would be doing as much of his training as Arkous himself, “Want to learn?”
Siri Tachi's face curled in a grimace, “You're just trying to make us study too!”
“Ah, but you're failing to see the end goal here…” Obi Wan said grandiloquent, knowing precisely what would work to make the younger girl fold, “Hair color. In all the Knights' shampoo.” a wink, “Body color in the shower gel of species who don't have hair! Are you with me?”
Garen Muln, another initiate friend of the trio, cheered at that, making the returned Jedi smile fondly – Garen had always been a rather excitable youngling, his risk-taking ways making him one of the best pilots the Jedi had in the following years, right until Anakin arrived among the Jedi, and quickly worked his way toward stealing the title by the time he was fifteen.
The next few months, Arya was in and out of the temple, building herself a new network of contacts around the galaxy – and on Coruscant. Obi Wan had given her the names of people he'd known – names like pirate king Hondo Ohnaka, the annoying pirate with whom he'd somehow ended working so many times, a firm anti-slaver himself; of Dexter Jettster, a Besalisk he'd met on Lenhara, who'd later gone from black market dealer to dinner owner on Coruscant.
He'd also asked the half-Mirialan to look for Shmi Skywalker – after all, he'd promised Anakin.
As for himself – Obi Wan was throwing himself in his studies, hoping to get rid of the basic initiate and padawan lessons as quickly as possible, to focus more on his goals.
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Six months hadn't gone by since he'd become Arkous' padawan, when he earned the red bead marking the end of his regular studies and the start of his independent studies – much to his friends consternation and teacher's stupefaction, he'd gone through five years of course work in just as many months.
Of course, none of them knew that he already knew all of said coursework, which easily explained why he breezed through it.
Independent studies were far less rigidly organized than the basic coursework, each module he registered himself to giving him access to the material on his datapad, and the padawan now trusted to schedule an appointment with the teacher when he felt ready for evaluation or needed help.
Those modules also were more stringent to graduate from – needing either fully researched and sourced papers, or practical proof of know-how.
Arkous burst out laughing as he saw the title on the – for now – empty document that would be his Advanced Galactic Geo-Politic and History dissertation.
“The Jedi Mandalorian Conflicts – or how the Sith made two analogous people into enemies” the Sith laughed once more, “Oh you are going to give a heart attack to your teacher.” he affirmed gleefully
Obi Wan had also registered for the Language and Culture module – and he'd been rather amused when the Jedi working for the Council of First Knowledge had looked rather at a loss for finding him a teacher for Mandalorian culture and language in the order.
“Why not look in the EduCorps?” the returned Jedi finally had to suggest to the flummoxed Nautolan
Of course, he'd also added a lightsaber module, on which he was mainly working with his master, like most padawan — and Arya when she was around. This module, evaluated by master Bondara, as the newest Temple Battle-master, he was making quick progress with.
The course he was struggling with the most with was healing – simply put, Obi Wan was dreadfully bad at it, something that was weighting quite a bit on him.
Arya had just come back, with a new mechanic in tow – a young human girl, barely out of her teens, with brown hair tied in one heavy braid and oh so familiar bright blue eyes.
This time around – Anakin Skywalker would be freeborn.
She hadn't wasted any time seeing something was eating at her husband's padawan – something the man himself hadn't really been able to help with, as, while he was just as bad at healing, he really didn't give a kriff about it.
Arya – whose powers were so closely tied to Death it made it even more difficult for her to learn healing, yet who couldn't help herself from wanting to help and to save people, understood all too well.
“Being skilled at something, or bad at something else, doesn't mean you have to focus only on what you're good at. Quite the contrary.”
“I just… Worry that all I'll ever be good for is violence and battle.” Obi Wan whispered, not bothering to open his eyes to acknowledge the green-skinned woman, nor to wonder how she'd found him in his hiding spot on top of one of the spires of the temple
“It just means you have to work harder for other skills.” Arya corrected, “Beside, you miss the importance of war in life.”
“The importance of war?” the Jedi repeated with a clear look of distaste on his face, “What use is there in chaos and destruction?”
“There is no peace without war. No evolution. No change. Merely apathy. It's all a question of balance, like in everything. Would you say Death is a bad thing?”
Obi Wan hesitated.
“There is no Death, only the Force…” he whispered, clearly looking for an answer he didn't quite found, “The Jedi teaches us not to mourn those who are gone.”
“Because Death comes to all in the end. Not everyone can withstand eternity, some grow tired and lethargic as the years weight on them. Others grow mad. Some simply miss those who are already gone.” a wink, “Besides, if no one ever died, could you imagine how overcrowded we'd be?”
A smile, “Death is the deadline that makes people enjoy their Life, but it also can be the reward at the end of a long journey.”
It wasn't – really how Jedi saw it, yet he could understand it.
“Alright, I can understand Death being important. But War? Chaos?”
“Like I told you. Stagnation. Tell me… what is the point of existing without ever changing? What happens to worlds that cease to evolve?”
The words hit home – because this was what he'd been reproaching the Order and the Senate of doing.
“Destruction.” the returned Jedi sighed, “So used were we to peace, we forgot how to defend ourselves…”
He still didn't like it, but it was clearer now, what she meant.
After all – if the Jedi hadn't forgotten how to be warriors, they wouldn't have fallen right into the Sith's trap. Wouldn't have gone extinct.
Just like others had before them, he realizes – the Infinite Empire had collapsed on itself after all, not because of any external enemy.
The Ubdurian Empire had been a model of peace and trade – they hadn't been able to resist when the Mandalorians had attacked.
Of course, all was a question of balance – too much war, and things collapsed once more.
Just like Siths had multiple time.
Just like the Republic had in the end.
And before them, the Xim, the Paecians, and countless others.
As for the chaos that followed war – he'd seen what order could be, too.
Lines upon lines of soldiers without any free will.
Senators without real power.
And chaos – was in the ruined battlefields, and the destroyed government.
But it was also in the rebels revolting against tyranny, in the thousands of individuals that each had their own ideas about what democracy should be…
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Life and Death.
Peace and War.
Chaos and Order.
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This was a lesson he'd already learned a long time ago, Obi Wan faintly felt – something, he though, but for a moment, he may well have forgotten when he'd been given his life anew.
A lesson he wouldn't forget again, he promised himself as once more he tried to heal a training-saber burn.
This time – he felt something.
Obi Wan would always be better at War – it didn't mean he couldn't learn other skills. It also didn't mean he couldn't use his own skills for peace.
Arya had smiled approvingly – just as had Arkous, when he'd finally gotten down from the spire he'd been brooding atop of.
“There's a war I want to end.”
In the great scheme of things, Melida/Daan wasn't that important, Obi Wan knew.
But to him – it had been his first taste of war.
His first time understanding that something must be wrong with the Jedi – that they let people suffer like that…
Just because they hadn't been asked for help by an official government – but by the children.
There was still nearly a year before master Tahl was asked to the planet to mediate peace talks between the Melida and the Daan, and was instead taken hostages, and tortured, losing her sight.
Fourteen months, before a newly accepted padawan and his master were sent to the planet – before Obi Wan learned of the Young's cause, and took it up as his own, leaving the Jedi order for a time.
Eighteen months, before Cerasi was assassinated, and a broken padawan rejoined the Jedi.
This was a war that had lasted for centuries.
It was time to end it.
Plea for help or not.
Arkous and Arya had listened carefully, asked all the questions they could – then, Arya had nodded once.
“Is there a healer used to the battlefield among the current Jedi?”
Obi Wan was tempted to answer by the negative – then a memory flashed forward.
A young Quinlan Vos, watching with wide eyes as the scratch on his leg disappeared.
“Master Tholme.” he said, stunning himself – the man had been one of the best Shadows, after all, he really hadn't expected him to have healing training at all
“Tholme?” Arya recognized the name, “Perfect then!” she grabbed her comm
A dozen of minutes later, the man and his padawan were there, said padawan letting out a loud exclamation of surprise as he recognized Arya – and this time, clearly felt her Force presence, as she didn't bother hiding it beyond regular shields while inside the temple.
“What! You're a Jedi?”
Obi Wan couldn't help but laugh at the stunned reaction, making the dark-skinned turned toward him with an affronted glare – the returned Jedi wasn't too worried, knowing his friend-and-more-from-another-lifetime had never been one to keep grudges.
“We're going to stop a war, and we need a medic,” Arya stated bluntly, “Want to come?”
“Kriff yeah!” Quinlan cheered loudly, earning a light reprimanding slap on the back of his head – both for the language, and the volume
“Why?”
“It's a planet at war. Isn't helping people what Jedi do?” Arkous pointed out dryly
“The High Council would be giving a mission if help had been asked.” master Tholme pointed out, playing the devil's advocate
“We're Jedi.” Obi Wan couldn't help but repeat, “While I respect the High Council's wisdom… Do you really think people who've started to fight against their own underage children will ask for help?”
“Against their own children?” Quinlan repeated, tone stricken – the boy had seen early in life what atrocities people could commit
What family could do to family.
Beseeching brown eyes turned toward their master – and Arya, Arkous and Obi Wan could see the hard-looking man all but crumble under their power, taking a seat with a sigh.
“Tell me.”
Tell him they did, taking care to avoid any mention of time travel – Arya explaining that she'd looked into the planet as one of the hypothetical places for one of the landing points of her freedom-trail, but the war was too bad for it to be feasible.
“But should a light freighter be in the area with healing material at the right time, and negotiate the right say… To a cantina, and a landing pad in exchange for said cargo…” she mused with a smile
The hero-worship in Quinlan's eyes was growing worse by the second, Obi Wan mused, rather amused.
Shmi was soon called, as she would be part of the operation too – and while the young woman was looking rather impressed to be in a room with so many Jedi, she remained calm and steadfast, giving her opinion first only when prompted, but more often as she realized they were listening to her too. It was clear from whom Anakin had inherited his genius abilities as a mechanic – and it wasn't from the Force. Arya, while she wasn't bad on the mechanical side of things, knew her knowledge was outdated, which was why she'd called her newest crew member – and it had been an excellent idea, as the pragmatic unfettered had quickly established a list of material and spare parts that would be needed, which could be compromised or not upon, and so on.
Tholme was working on a list of medical material, Arkous was thinking building material, while Arya and Obi Wan were focusing on food and food-production, Quinlan helping as much as he could.
They stopped deep in the night, tired, but satisfied.
“This is going to cost a pretty penny.” the returned Jedi couldn't help but point out with a sigh, “How are we going to afford all this? I doubt the quartermaster is going to allow such a large requisition order.”
“Gambling.” Arya and Tholme accidentally answered in a perfect chorus
Obi Wan wondered how, with two Shadows in the room, he hadn't guessed the answer — he must have been more tired than he realized.
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The next day, Arya and Quinlan had dragged Obi Wan to the quartermaster with a requisition order for a spacer's outfit. A pair of brown synthatex pants, a cream synthcloth shirt and some shata-leather belt, boots, and jacket later, he was set.
Or so he had thought – as the pair had then dragged him all around the padawan survival training-course to season his outfit a bit. By the end of it, he'd been dragged in the mud, dropped from a few trees, and had escaped an attempt from Padfoot to pee on him.
A shower and washing cycle later, the returned Jedi had to admit the result was worth it, as the outfit now looked worn like a regular smuggler's outfit – when he'd gone undercover, he'd either hadn't needed to put the outfit together himself, or had used simpler artifice, like a dirty travel cloak. He had to admit the Shadows' method was better perfected.
“We'll have to find you a blaster later.” Arya mused after finding a few accessories to make the outfit more authentic looking and tucking his padawan braid in a wide headband
Obi Wan made a small grimace at that – he understood it would only be logical with his outfit, but he still preferred his lightsaber.
“And a good vibro-knife.” Arya promised, gesturing at the blade she kept tied to her lower back
That very same evening, Obi Wan was following Arya in the Outlander – Tholme and Quinlan entering the building not too long after them, each under their respective cover, and soon going around.
Obi Wan knew how to play – and how to win – as he'd done it often enough during the war, to afford some small amelioration for his troupes' living condition…
Mandalorian spices weren't a part of any requisition order for the clone, nor were armor-paints – and since he couldn't give them what he really thought they deserved – freedom and recognition as sentient beings, instead of being considered property of the Republic – Obi Wan gambled, and earned what he could for the 212th.
He hadn't ever tried to make quite as much credits as they were aiming for today – but then again, Arya had earned her whole starship by gambling.
“Woah, what are you doing with a kid, Dasha, dearest?” a Rodian with light green skinned asked
Arya rolled her eyes, “Baby-sitting for my newest crew-member.” she answered with a put-upon sigh, “Don't worry, I'm putting him on the low-staked tables and forgetting about him for the evening!” she gave him a glare, “You won't cause any trouble, will you, Ben?”
“I won't.” he answered, adopting his best sullen kid face
“Alright, alright. Well, you know the rules, weapons at the registration desk.” he eyed her with suspicious yet amused eyes, “All the weapon.” he reminded her, “ID card for any ship or building you're trading too. For cargo, we'll send an assessor.”
Arya nodded along, knowing already the rules, and they were quickly ushered toward the lower levels – the ones where the high-stakes gambling and most illegal trades happened. The weapon she registered, Obi Wan noted – wasn't the one he'd seen her handle up until now.
“You only come here with what you're ready to lose.” Arya explained, noticing his well-hidden surprise, “No way my Trill-181 is coming anywhere near the Baath brother's pawns.”
The green-skinned Twi'lek who'd been putting her weapons away laughed at that, and nodded, “She's right.” he agreed, “The boss can't afford to steal the weapons, it would be bad for business… But better not to put temptation under their noses, or you may well find yourself followed home by some hired scum.”
Obi Wan took the lesson in. He'd never gone to such a big gambling den, his face was far too well-known during the Clones Wars, he'd have been recognized immediately – and no matter how unconventional Qui-Gon had been, he'd still been a consular Jedi, and Obi Wan a guardian, neither of them had ever been sent to the seediest missions that were the bread-and-butter of the shadows.
In a way, he was rather thankful to be learning new things in this second life — pretending to learn the same things again would have been mind-numbingly tedious.
Looking around discreetly, he quickly got a feel of the area where he'd been stuck in – low-level dealers, small-time crooks and other thieves of little importance. While it had been dubbed the low-stakes table, more credits were still changing hands than in the official levels. Putting on an innocent smile, Obi Wan found a seat at a sabacc table, just as Arya was man-handling a Weekquay pirate out of his spot at a jhabacc table.
Quickly dealt in, he let his senses spread discreetly, taking care not to drown in the maelstrom of high-strung emotions that was the Outlander, and letting the Force guide him. Without any surprise, he could feel that most of the players were grievously underestimating him, and were looking forward to fleecing him. Out of the eight players – himself included – four had cards hidden in their sleeves, another two looked to be counting cards, and the last one seemed to be relying only on luck.
Poor sod.
Leaning in his seat with an intensely focused look on his face, the returned Jedi smiled widely.
His opponents mistook the smile of a predator getting ready to play with his preys with that of a naive boy too sure of his cards.
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 / 3609 ATC)
7930.262 CRC – awakening of Arya (46 BBY / 3609 ATC)
7930.265 CRC – second anti-poison (46 BBY / 3609 ATC)
7930.471 CRC – Obi Wan becomes Arkous' padawan (46 BBY / 3609 ATC)
7930.654 CRC – Quinlan saves Aayla'Secura, Arya gets Pol Secura arrested (46 BBY / 3609 ATC)
7930.923 CRC – gambling cession at the Outlander (46 BBY / 3609 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)
Sandwalking Mooka – DeepWater Class light freighter, double lime- line along the top of the hull (Dasha's starship)
- Repository (enhancement): unlocks the Repository System
Kitsune Weave (clothe, leveling, LV28): +28 Physical Defense
FuurinKiba (weapon, leveling, LV28): +1 AG, +30 Cutting Damages
- Saya(enhancement): +10 Force Reservoir
KageShin (weapon, leveling, LV28): +1 WIS, +32 Shadow Damages
ShiroInu Tessen (weapon, leveling, LV28): +1 LUCK, +28 Cutting Damages
Trill-181 prototype (weapon, leveling, LV28, adaptable: blaster gun/carbine/rifle): +28/30/32 Energy Damages
Arkous' Shoto Saber (weapon, leveling, LV28): +1 AG, +30 Force Damages
- Adegan Crystal (enhancement): +1 INT, WILL and WIS
- Daiyoukai Claws (enhancement): +2 damages
[Arkous' Shadow Weave(clothe, leveling): + x Physical Defense)]
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)