Game On Further! 1.0

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[Achievements unlocked!

Force Temple visited(Kaleth): +250 XP, +1 to Wood elemental skill point]

Their next stop had been once more the Jedi Temple, where they’d stayed while going through the few remains of Kaleth, that were not too far, further South.
“Uh,” Arkous mused as they approached, “those damn droids are still up and going, despite having given up their treasure.”
Indeed, there were ancient war-droids patrolling the ruins of what had been, once upon a time, the Temple of Knowledge.
“Treasure?”
“Those tin cans were made to protect the First Blade, the earliest prototype of lightsaber.” the Sith explained, “A young Mirialan retrieved it around our era, becoming one of the few Barsen’thor of the Order along the way.” a sigh, “I met him once I started to live here, but he was never same after his defeat against the Eternal Empire. Like many people. His holocron must still be in the Jedi Temple…” he mused

Saarai, Obi Wan and Arya had eyed Arkous with puppy eyes, prompting the man to promise to tell them more about the Barsen’thor, and the First Blade during the evening, since they had intended to spend the day in the ruins.
“You know,” he said, eyeing the landscape, “some Jedi spent their whole life dedicated to studying this place, before the planet was abandoned.” he watched the ruins, still familiar despite the time that had gone, “yet those ruins have endured, and they are long gone…”
“If things go right, and we save this galaxy,” mused Obi Wan, “There may yet be more Jedi who study this place once more.”
“Let’s hope so.”

Just like he’d promised, Arkous had led them through the Jedi Temple that evening, easily finding the old Library where several holocrons still rested, untouched for millennia.
Among them, he easily found one of a Mirialan, who told them of his search, as a padawan, of the First Blade, and how he’d used it later as a template for his first blade. Said blade was easily found just near the holocron, the warden of the Order having in time built a new one.
Studying the blade had been interesting, and they’d all meditated together over it to learn more about its structure without disassembling it, as it would have been rather disrespectful to the ancient Jedi.
In the end, while an interesting piece of History, it was still obsolete.

“It must have made for a powerful first blade, in our days.” Arya had mused, “But I’m not surprised he had to rebuild a new one within a few years.”
This had prompted Obi Wan to glance curiously at the couple’s own blades, which felt rather powerful for knight weapons, but were rather average for masters.
“Those were the most powerful weapons ever seen in our days.” Arya was the one to tell him, “As double crystal blades were still rather difficult to create with the old powercells so easily destabilizing them.” a shrug, “We’ll probably need to upgrade them with a third crystal, like most fighting masters do nowadays, or build new ones, before things get worse.” she admitted

The returned Jedi had nodded – his own blade, that he’d built before returning, felt rather flimsy to him, but was in truth regular for a padawan. Most Jedi only rebuilt their saber at the end of their padawanship, or during their firsts years as knights, generally adding a second crystal.
Of course, he’d already stumbled on a second crystal – but he wasn’t a regular Jedi anymore, he knew this well enough, and just like Arya had said – he’d need a better weapon when things got worse.
Because he was coming to term with it little by little – that while he may change things for the better, it was a plan a thousand of years in the making that he was trying to stop.
Things would get worse before they got better – he just had to ensure they didn’t go as bad as in his first try.

Going through Kaleth had felt easy at first, as the droids, while dangerous, weren’t enough to stop them, and the Jedi of old had already started combing the area.
Then, Obi Wan had finally managed to put into words what had been niggling at him for days.
“How is it that this place is in such a state, where most of the other temples were nearly intact? I mean, Anil Kesh’s state I understand, we found the explanation after all, but here… Nothing!”
“Then maybe we’re not looking at this right.” Saarai mused, “If the other temples were nearly intact, then maybe this one is too.”
They shared thoughtful glances, the Force urging them on, and Arya’s eyes widened.
“These are not the ruins of the foundations!” she realized, “These are the ruins of the upper levels!”

After that, they’d started to look in deeper – and sure enough, had eventually found their way into underground levels, finding themselves in a gigantic, nearly labyrinthine ruin, damaged by time, but not as much as what had been over ground.
And, much to Arkous and Obi Wan’s nearly identical gleeful exclamations – stores of datapads and holocrons, even more numerous than in the previous temples.
The near-forgotten History of their predecessors – all written out for them.

Of course, time had done its job in destructing some information, but generations of archaeologists, many Force users among them, had taken great care of finding new methods to retrieve knowledge from old technologies.
“When we give this to master Nu,” Obi Wan had mused as they were about to leave the area, “we’re going to become her best friends.”
“And the High Council is probably going to cry.” Arya added, having been glancing through some of the information they’d uncovered, “As the Je’daii were very clear in their definition of balance, and it really isn’t one many Jedi are going to like.”
“They may not like it, but they need it.” the returned Jedi pointed out, now realizing he was putting himself in a different category than the Jedi

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A few weeks later, they were leaving the Talss continent behind, bypassing for now the last temple there, and heading toward the only temple on the Thyr continent.

[Achievements unlocked!

Force Temple visited(Qigong Kesh): +250 XP, +1 to Dust elemental skill point]

The Silent Desert, where the Temple of Force Skills was situated, was unsettling, though in a different way than in the Chasm.
Obi Wan was used to the desert, to the scorching sun, skin-lashing wind, and unfathomable loneliness that came with the infinite sand dunes – yet Tatooine was not the silent wasteland that the Silent Desert was. Here, all sounds were absorbed by the ever-shifting sand, and strange sculptures arose from the ground each night, changed by every dawn.
Thankfully, underground caves, canyons, and mesa could be found here and there, their stones offering a reprieve from the oppressive silence of the sand.

The temple itself, in the middle of the desert, was a strange, pyramidal-shaped starship, similar to the heart of all the other temples, floating between four stone claws. The inside of the structure was sparse, nearly acetic – a few datapads detailing the training students underwent in the temple were found, but were quite succinct.
Qigong Kesh wasn’t a place for words, be they spoken or written – but for contemplation.

Arya and Saarai’s training bond, who’d still been fledgling, had fully bloomed, and even Obi Wan and Arkous had developed their own, more strenuous bond with the girl – a bond of friendship with her fellow padawan, and what felt quite similar to a family bond with Arkous, born from the kinship of belonging to the same, all but extinct, specie.
Old masters tended to look down on those kinds of bonds, muttering about attachment – but the truth was, everyone in the Coruscant Temple, had a few of those – and here, in the Silent Desert, they were fundamental to simply being able to communicate.

Obi Wan didn’t like much the place – yet he spent hours on end meditating in the desert, just like the rest of them did. Because not matter how harsh as the silence was for their nerves – it also provided a strange sort of mental clarity, which helped each of them with their inner struggling.

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Barely two weeks had gone by when they left the silent temple behind them – but their presence in the Force had changed in a way that could take months of introspection and meditation to reach anywhere else. Then they moved on, toward the Kato Zakar central chain of mountains, the Ice Giants, along the flank of which stood the sandstone walls of the fierce fortress of Stav Kesh – the Temple of Martial Arts.

[Achievements unlocked!

Force Temple visited(Stav Kesh): +250 XP, +1 to Ice elemental skill point]
[Level up! Arya Lunika is now LV 47!
+1SP]

Here, the Tho Yor, as they’d learned was the name of the large spaceship they’d found in each temple, was all but embedded within the mountain, while most of the temple was made of large training courtyards.
Some buildings were built within the walls of the fortress, with colorful stained-glass windows, and a waterfall ran along the mountain and the temple’s flank.
But most of the fortress’ heart was beneath the ground, in large cave systems under the training courtyard, where armories were kept, along with what must have been fields once upon a time, and were now cave overgrown with plants.

They also found a few hot springs, much to Arya’s glee – the rest of them had also quickly learned to appreciate them, as since they were in the Temple of Martial Art, naturally, Arkous and Arya had taken upon themselves to brush on their physical training.
And on this particular point – the Mirialan and the Sith alike were exacting taskmasters.
Both Saarai and Obi Wan had shared doubtful glances when the couple had confiscated their lightsabers, and instead dragged them through the armories they’d found.
Soon, neither had the strength left to even think about protesting the live blade training.

Days soon turned into weeks, then months, and little by little, everything was coming together.

In the temple’s armories, they’d also found datapads describing the training of the Je’daii of old – among which, the basis for Alchaka, a rather extreme form of moving meditation that doubled as martial art training, and left them exhausted after each session. And more surprisingly – an exercise Obi Wan was already familiar with, as it was one still passed down thought the Jedi Order, usually only taught to experimented knights or masters.
The fact that the Je'daii taught this to padawan instead — even senior padawan — told quite a bit about how much harsher their training was than the current Jedi practices.

The New Year Fête, then Arya's birthday, were spent resting, but also partying. Arya and Arkous had dragged the two padawan hunting, and had then proceeded to whip up a rather impressive fest, then taught them about dances and songs, some forgotten for centuries, others still echoing all around the galaxy. Amusingly enough, Arya knew more about Twi'lek festivities than Mirialan ones, since she'd spent so many years with her Twi'lek sister — Arkous, of course, shared pureblood Siths chants, far more war-like, and dances that looked hypnotizing, and doubled as rather lethal kata. No one had been surprised to see it confirmed that the Siths of old had turned violence into art — and no matter how violently it could be used, there was no denying how beautiful it was.

By the time they left Stav Kesh, Obi Wan, but a few months shy of fourteen, felt like he was just as skilled as he’d been as a young knight, once upon a time – but ten years earlier.
They’d also trained through all the seven standard forms of Jedi fighting – with one and two blades – and it had been rather amusing to note that Arya was the one who knew the least the kata, as all she knew she’d learned through fighting, except for Form I, which she’d actually been taught – by a Sith.
But it was also rather impressive to see how quickly the Mirialan had learned – never needing to be shown twice a move before making it hers – and she’d particularly well taken to Makashi, something which made him rather curious to see her fight Dooku.
All in all – the returned Jedi had left Stav Kesh far more deadly, just like Saarai, Arkous and Arya – but also finally at peace with his lethality, something he’d never quite managed in his past-future.

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Comparatively to the months they spent in the Martial Art Temple, their passage at Akar Kesh was perfunctory, lasting but a few days.

[Achievements unlocked!

Force Temple visited(Akar Kesh): +250 XP, +1 to Air elemental skill point]

There wasn’t much in the Temple of Balance – the Tho Yor floated above a gigantic stone pillar, atop of which eight minarets stood around a circular pool of water.
“This,” Arya had mused proudly as they’d spent a few hours meditating around the water, “is a lesson you’ve already learned.”
“Balance.” the returned Jedi – finally having internalized what he’d known ever since he’d come back

Until now, he’d been talking about it without truly understanding – but the months spent traveling around Tython had helped him tremendously, completing what Arkous had started.
Obi Wan had awakened an old and disabused master, in the body of a youngling.
Now, he was neither.
He’d taken the wisdom and knowledge of a past life, and the youth and hope of a new one, and built himself anew.

He smiled at the three Force users around him, who’d become his family along the way – and who’d changed deeply, just like him, during their shared journey.
He understood, all too well now, why the travel through Tython’s nine temples had been such an important part of the Je’daii’s training – and was looking forward to the last step of their trip.

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[Achievements unlocked!

Force Temple visited(Vur Tepe): +250 XP, +1 to Fire elemental skill point]

Vur Tepe, the Forge of the Je’daii, was a gigantic rusty-colored ziggurat made of metal, standing on the other side of the Ice Giants – and standing on the edge of an active caldera.
This was the place where the Je’daii of old learned about metallurgy – and, just like Jedi made their own lightsaber, they created and imbued with the force their katana from scratches.
The returned Jedi felt a hint of regret.
This was a place he could have spent weeks and months more, just like most of the other temples.

But there was a new sense of urgency in the Force, felt by the four of them – and they all knew that now wasn’t the time for introspection anymore.
But for action.
Arya and Arkous methodically went through the old datachips, copying all the relevant information without taking the time to look through them, though it was clear they itched to try their hands at the impressive old forges, kept warm and ready to be used by the lava lake not too far beneath them.
Saarai, just like Obi Wan, was absent-minded, feeling the same kind of calling he was hearing.
And which he honestly hadn’t expected – he’d already found a second crystal in Korriban, after all.

The returned Jedi couldn’t really say how he found himself in the depths of the Forge’s buildings, or when the metallic corridors were replaced by smooth stone – then by natural tunnels.
Even though Vur Tepe was found just as high as Stav Kesh, it wasn’t cold at all here, thanks to the volcano – but as he dived into the depths of the planet, the temperature went from uncomfortably hot to a slight summer breeze, while veins of crystal started to appear in the walls. This time, Obi Wan realized quickly that he was leaving the mortal realm.

The visions weren’t as vivid as they’d been on the Sith planet, but more numerous, and he was soon lost in a fog that wasn’t natural, catching glimpses of people around him. Echoes of the past, he soon realized as he watched a ghostly Yoda tell his younger self that anger was the true enemy, but also echoes of a future he was trying to avoid, he realized, as a near invisible Asoka jumped out of the way of an artillery attack that didn’t exist, cheerfully chirping something at her master, and as a shade of Cody appeared, handing him the ghost of a lightsaber he’d lost one time too many.

“I know.” he told the Force humming around him, “I know they’re gone, and that I won’t get them back!”
“Yet you spend so much time avoiding thinking about them.” a voice, dark, yet less mad than that of the son had been, pointed out
“Because it hurts.”
“Of course it does, they were a part of you. But a wound can’t be healed if it isn’t cleansed first.” another voice agreed kindly, this one lighter, though once again, it felt less disconnected from the world than the daughter had
He was crying – once more.

It was funny how he’d been crying so much more since he’d come into the past – than even when the whole Order had been killed. Or maybe sad – that he’d been so used to trying to control his feelings, that he’d barely allowed himself to cry as his life and the galaxy fell apart around him.
“I’ll always miss my relationship why their old selves.” he acknowledged, “But what I really hate,” he added, finally not afraid to use the word, to admit to the depth of his feelings, “Is the lives I’m going to irremediably destroy with my choices.” he sighed, watching a ghost still trying to hand him a weapon that he wouldn’t even craft in this world
A ghost that probably never would be born, if he kept on hampering the Sith’s plans – along with his millions of siblings.

“Yet I can’t afford to do anything less.” he admitted, voice breaking halfway
“That you can’t.” a third voice agreed, as the unnatural fog around him disappeared, and he found himself in the heart of Tython

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Saarai had expected the call. While she was more than satisfied with the blade she’d crafted under her parents' watchful eyes, she’d realized, during the months they’d spent at Stav Kesh, that she was far more suited to Jar’kai than she’d ever realized.
This, was why she’d followed the incarnated goddess and the two half of the broken god out of her birthplace.
Because, as young as she looked, Saarai was centuries old, yet knew she was still a child in many way – her young body a stark reminder that she would never really grow up if she didn’t leave the safety of her home.

But while she’d enjoyed learning about the Je’daii of old through their trip, she hadn’t needed it quite as direly as her master, or her fellow padawan had.
What Saarai needed was real life experience – which, simply by living with them, she’d started to get, though she realized they weren’t the prime example of regular people. But the odd-eyed Sith knew exactly who she was, and where she wanted to go.

She’d stay in the mortal realm, learn and grow – but one day or another, she’d be back to Korriban, to take over her parents’ vigil.
So it was with a calm mind – that she followed the familiar nudging of the Force, and delved into the heart of Tython.

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Arkous and Arya had shared a glance, as both of their padawans had started to wander, but hadn’t been surprised.
Saarai, clearly, needed a second blade – and Obi Wan hadn’t realized yet that his Korriban crystal didn’t mesh at all with the blue Khyber in his current weapon, which was why he hadn’t been able to make a new blade.
They shared a smile, eyeing their own weapons, which, just like the returned Jedi had pointed out, sorely needed to be upgraded too.
“But not here, I think.” Arya mused, as they followed the familiar call of Tython, Ashla and Bogan.
While they didn’t expect to find a new crystal – it didn’t mean they couldn’t greet the local deities, after all.

It didn’t take them long to find their way through a waterfall, into a large cave, illuminated with crystals in shades of blues, greens and yellows, where three familiar figures greeted them like old friends.
“It has been a long time, Shadow, War.”
“Too long.” Arya agreed amicably, “Thank you for taking us on this journey.”
Tython smiled, the tall being with pale blue skin nodding elegantly his head – because, of course, he’d been the one to guide them through the nine temples, though it had been discreet enough for Obi Wan and Saarai, who’d never met the local Force entities, not to realize it.

“You are trying to bring back balance.” Ashla told approvingly
“So you had to see what your predecessors did.” Bogan took over
“What worked.”
“And what didn’t.”
And they had seen indeed, along their travel.

The Je’daii may have managed to keep balance where neither the Jedi nor the Sith ever had, but they were also more insular, had mostly kept to themselves rather than try to conquer the galaxy like the Siths had, or gone out to try to help as many people as they could, as the Jedi did.
They were also quite harsh, and failing in their training, often meant death – yet it was pretty evident, to both Arkous and Arya, that while some people were held back by learning only about one aspect of the Force, be it the Light or the Dark side, others would never be able to achieve the balance Je’daii had. And that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing – balance was needed, but conformity wasn’t.
Giving a place back in the galaxy to balanced Force users – to a new generation of Je’daii – was needed. It didn’t mean Sith and Jedi had to disappear and be replaced by them, ideally, all three orders should be able to coexist.
Though, of course – not with the current Sith philosophy, which seemed more centered on their hatred of the Jedi than on making use of their emotions.

“Explaining to the Jedi that their way isn’t the only one, and that not all Dark side users needs to be eradicated, will not be easy.” Arya sighed
“And has never been managed throughout History.” Arkous added, rather unhelpfully, before smirking, “But they didn’t have us trying, did they?”
The trio of local deities laughed at the comment, which, as arrogant as it sounded, wasn’t wrong – once the Je’daii had been replaced by the Jedi, most of the Force communities that believed in balance had closed themselves off rather than try to oppose the Light Side giant, just like the Fallanassi had. Never had anyone tried to oppose the Jedi – but for the different iterations of Sith orders, a fair few of them coming directly from the Jedi.

“Still,” Arya mused, “building a new Order is… quite the challenge.” she pointed out, before admitting, thinking back to their travel through the Je’daii temple, “Though not one I’d mind taking on.” she admitted
By her side, Arkous hummed, the rumbling, thoughtful sound his own agreement. Then, they turned toward the other side of the lush cave, where their two padawans had just stumbled out from their tribulation – Obi Wan clutching a bright blue crystal, Saarai a darker blue and light, nearly pinkish purple one.

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“Seems like your Gathering was successful.” Tython mused, before greeting, “Welcome, War, Daughter of Korriban.”
Both bowed their greeting, instinctively realized just who was in front of them – thought, this time, Arya noticed, her husband’s padawan took note of the way the deity was addressing him, sending a curious glance at his master.
“Your domain is beautiful,” Saarai immediately told the tallest of the three deities, before adding toward the others, “My only regret is that we don’t have the time to stay longer, and explore more.”
“This is what it means, living in the Mortal Realm.” Bogan, “Time is fleeting.”
“But we may yet meet again.” Ashla added with a smile, “After all, the galaxy is stirring, and you are placing yourself at the center of it all.”

“Thanks for guiding us on this journey.” Obi Wan told them sincerely, having finally realized, now that he was in front of them, that their presence had been following them all along
“It has been far too long, since the last time Force users undertook the Great Journey.” Tython said with a smile, that felt both joyful and melancholic in the Force, “I hope you are the first of many, new Je’daii Journeyman.”
Obi Wan and Saarai shared a glance, eyes widening at the title the entity had bestowed them. They’d known, of course, that their travel was the one Je’daii padawans of old undertook once they were ready to grow beyond the limitations of childhood, and of the tutelage of their elders, but hadn’t expected the planetary deity themselves to acknowledge the title, that hadn’t been granted for nearly twenty-five thousand years.

[New Title unlocked!

Je’daii Journeyman: +1 WIS, unlocksMundus Movere Skill]

“There is one last task, I think, you must accomplish, before leaving.” the balanced god said

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As if on cue, Arya took a few things out of her Inventory – parts, the two padawan realized, all that they could need to create a new lightsaber, or modify and old one.
It was as easy as breathing, to fell in mediation with their masters and the three deities – and indeed, the returned Jedi noticed, it also felt quite familiar, thought far more intense, proving that Tython, Ashla and Bogan had been with their during each of their steps.
It was also mind-dizzying, and for a second, he feared getting lost, as he felt himself disconnected from his body, mind suddenly expanding far beyond mortals limits, embracing the infinity around them.

A voice, feminine, familiar and powerful, yet quite maternal, caught him before he could stray too far away.
“It’s too early for you, dear old friend.”
Once more, he felt more centered, Saarai on his left, the young-and-old Sith giving of a feeling halfway between a mortal and a Force entity – she had three parents, she’d pointed out patiently one day when he’d remarked about it, and one of them wasn’t mortal. Arya and Arkous, he wasn’t surprised to notice, gave the feeling of being more than their mortal body, constrained by the limitations of mortality, yet clinging to it, as they would never be able to life among mortals otherwise. And like always, Arkous felt so familiar to him, it was nearly difficult to find where the man’s spirit ended and his own started, the two of them intertwined in a Force bond more powerful than any other he’d ever witnessed.

“Do you mind?” he felt the other project, exuding nothing but curiosity
“All my Jedi training tells me I should.” Obi Wan projected back “Yet hasn’t all I've learned since we met taught me that Jedi weren’t always right?” he smiled, “No, Arkous, I really don’t mind.” a small frown, peeved but not really annoyed, “Though I think you know more than I do about the reason behind this bond.”
“I do.” the other didn’t even try to deny, “But I don’t think it’s time yet for you to know.”
“I don’t either.” regretfully agreed the returned Jedi, “No matter how much I want to know!”

“Patience.” the other exhorted him fondly
“Patience.” he agreed, mind focusing back toward his body, who had been working by instinct while he drifted
The blue crystal he’d gathered on Illum, once upon a time, was gently set near a lightsaber hilt, both familiar and foreign.
The blue Meditation crystal and orange Mephite crystals in his new blades were humming harmoniously, and simply feeling the blade, Obi Wan knew that this was the weapon of an experimented knight, and not a mere padawan – once more, they were going to make head turns in the Jedi Temple.

Pushing this consideration to the side, he picked up the blade, nearly reverently – it wasn’t every day that a Force user built their blade outside of the mortal world. Well – not unless, like his sister-padawan, they were born outside of the mortal world.
Thumbing the switch, the blade hummed to life, and his eyes widened – he’d known that the color would change, of course, yet still hadn’t expected the lime green blade, its core so bright it was nearly yellow, more reminiscent of the blade of a Shadow than of a guardian.

Switching off the blade, he couldn’t help but nod.
This – was the weapon the Force had directed him to build after all, and while it wasn’t any blade General and Master Jedi Kenobi had ever wielded – this was a blade with which Je’daii Journeyman Kenobi could see himself starting his path with.
Toward a future, he could predict less and less, as the changes already wrought by Arkous, Arya and him in less than three years, were already butterflying across the Jedi Order, and the galaxy.

By his side, Saarai opened her eyes, seamlessly dropping out of their shared meditation too, and eyed the two blade in front of her. Nodding decisively, she took one in each hand, and switched them both on.
The one in her left hand was the familiar magenta, nearly pinkish purple blade she’d built on Korriban. The one in her right hand was a far deeper violet, rather reminiscent of master Windu’s own blade, thought the core wasn’t bright white, but a dark, nearly black shade of blue.

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They hadn’t lingered much after that, Obi Wan and Saarai taking turned steering the SandwalkingMooka through the dangers of the Deep Core.
Nearly two exhausting weeks of travel later, they were nearly out of the Deep Core, and had finally been able to report to the Order.
Mace Windu was back, looking a bit more like the battle hardened warrior Obi Wan had known – yet also far more serene. Clearly, returning to active duty had done wonders for the master of the High Council.
“What kind of training trip takes nearly a whole year to complete?” he groused at the couple

“Oh, you know,” Arkous answered flippantly, “we’ve been showing off old sights to our padawans.” a smirk, “A trip to my birth planet, then to your Order’s birth planet.”
It took a second for the comment to make sense, and Obi Wan was regretting not being in front of the council, as he just knew their turmoil would be hilarious.
“ Korriban is a far better place than the last time I spent time there.” Arya nodded sagely, “Must be the lack of psycho.” she mused, before adding, “And Tython is just as welcoming as it was last time I was there.” she smiled innocently, “We’ve even brought back heaps of souvenirs for master Nu, while we completed the traditional trip of the Je’daii Journeymen.”

Master Nu had shrieked in glee.
It had lasted a second – but everyone had seen and heard it – thought they all did their best to pretend they hadn’t, as the head archivist’ character was fearsome.
“ Ah,” she said regretfully, “I’m afraid we’re going to have to ask you to take a small side-trip before heading back home.”
“We’ve received a distress signal, and you’re the closest to the position of said signal.” master Windu explained, before shrugging “Honestly, we don’t expect much to come out of it, those distress codes are nearly two thousand years old.” he glanced at Arkous and Arya, “But given the present company, who knows…”

Obi Wan’s eyes widened, the mission description feeling far too familiar.
It was too late – Mace had already transmitted them the signal, Arya taking over from Saarai to speed ahead.
“ So,” Arkous was the one to ask, “what’s up with this mission that you’re in this state?”

“Well, I can’t be sure but…” a sigh, “Last time I received this signal, it was with my padawan and grand-padawan, in the middle of the Clones wars. We were then kidnapped by Force entities, nearly died, or maybe really died a few times, I was never quite sure, apparently maybe killed said Forces entities, and all of it had heavily hinted at Anakin’s fall, no matter how much I tried to deny it at the time.”
He sighed, as thinking back to their encounter felt far different now than it had back then. Noticing how conflicted the teenager was, Arkous suggested, “Why don’t you show us?”
The returned Jedi laughed, amused at how something that usually done only by strong empaths or skilled masters had become so usual among them, and nodded.
Setting the autopilot on, Arya left the pilot chair, and all four of them settled on the heavy rugs that covered the floor of the mess – an addition the green-skinned woman had quickly made to her ship,
and that all of them had come to appreciate as they spent more time meditating there.

Quickly, they reached the bubble of calm and warmth of their shared meditation, and Obi Wan focused on his memories, pushing them forward for all of them to see.
“We are the ones who guard the power. We are the middle, the beginning, and the end.”
Quickly, images flashed by – of a strange place, enclosed within a gigantic, foreign vessel – that, now that they’d made the Great Journey, they realized was strangely similar to the Tho Yor. But inside weren’t the rooms of a temple – but a whole ecosystem, seasons changing during the day, destruction waged during the night, and the whole place regenerating at each dawn.
This was where they’d encountered the Father, the Son, and the Daughter.

Where their presence had caused the Son to try to escape their golden prison, dominated by the Dark Side instead of mastering it – and the loss of his sister, as accidental as it’d been, had been but one of the steps toward his fall into madness.
When they’d left Mortis, Ahsoka had died and been revived – and thought she didn’t remember, she had never been quite the same afterward. Anakin's memories had to be purged of visions of his future to save him from the Dark side – not that it had lasted long. The strange place was all but destroyed, as the Father had sacrificed himself to allow the Chosen One to vanquish the Son…
“This was a disaster.” Obi Wan sighed, “A disaster so big, that we couldn’t even start to imagine the consequences.” he snorted, “We left Mortis thinking we’d won, restored balance. We never stopped to think that in doing so, we’d also all but destroy the place, or about what it would mean for the galaxy.”

“What a sad life those three led.” sighed Arya, “Too powerful for the mortal realm, yet too afraid of their powers to really ascend.”
Obi Wan nodded – this was something he’d realized when watching his memories with new eyes – that if the Father, Son, and Daughter had died, then they weren’t the same kind of entities as Korriban or Tython, Ashla and Bogan.
Arya’s eyes were glowing ethereally, and the returned Jedi was suddenly struck by the certitude – that this journey to Mortis would end completely differently from the previous one.

¤.¤.¤

Even their entry into Mortis was different – as this time, no one lost conscience as the strange vessel parted in the middle to grant them access to the plane. Arya gently maneuvered the Sandwalking Mooka down, and they stepped outside.
It was the beginning of the day, so Mortis was still beautiful, lush with vegetation, and the Force echoing powerfully around them, rich in both the Light and Dark side. Fresh off Tython, the difference was jarring.
Tython was perfectly balanced, both sides of the Force mingling as one, as they were after all but two sides of the same power. Here, there was no mingling, but rather a forced cohabitation, both powers remaining side by side, instead of becoming one to be – just the Force, perfectly balanced.

They hadn’t needed to wait for someone to guide them, as to their senses, the Father’s monastery sang like a beacon, much weaker than both Light and Dark Side, yet feeling more natural to them, as it was the only place that felt like Tython.
As they walked, the seasons changed, summer replacing spring around midday, then autumn by the end of the afternoon. By the time night was falling, and Force storms were destroying the surrounding flora, they’d reached the monastery.

[Achievement unlocked!
Balanced Vergeance(Mortis): +50 FR, +500 XP]

[Level up! Arya Lunika is now LV 48!
+1 SP]

On an austere throne, the Father sat, towering over them, but looking parched, thin and weakened – old aged catching up with him. On each of his side, one of his children stood.
The Daughter was so filled with Light it illuminated her from within, her face kind and serene, and long green hair cascading in her back. The Son, on the contrary, seemed enshrouded in shadows, only his eyes glowing a striking red – though, Obi Wan noticed, not the sickly shade of red brought by corruption in the Sith.
“You’ve traveled a long way.” the Father greeted
“At your invitation.” Arkous pointed out
“I had to see for myself what was upsetting the galaxy’s fate.”
“You had to?” Arya repeated, her tone suddenly colder, and her eyes glowing ethereally, “What right do you have to it, when you’ve fled the mortal world.”

“You are right, of course.” the aging being agreed, surprising both his children, “I’m but an old fool, hoping for salvation.”
“Fool you maybe, at least you called the right people to help.” Arya answered, the cold gone just as quickly as it had come and a smile warming her face
“I only had to focus on what had changed to realize that there may yet be hope.” he gestured toward the children by his side, silent but clearly surprised, and wondering what was going on, “After all, I’ve held them back long enough, because of my fear of what they could become.”

He gestured toward his right, “My beloved Daughter, so altruistic she eventually forgot to live for herself, and sacrificed her life.”
Then toward his left, “My beautiful Son, egoistical enough to fall into madness, and lose everything along the way, down to his family and himself.”
“Father!” / “What are you saying old man?” both children found their voice at the same time
“You remember.” Obi Wan suddenly realized, before glancing at the Children, “But they don’t.”

“Aging and weakening I maybe, my powers always were more whole and all-encompassing than their own.” he explained
“I… My padawan and I,” he corrected, “we failed you grievously the last time we were here.”
“You were both so afraid of your inner nature, how could you have chosen any differently?” the Father answered, no resentment in his voice, “And in the end, balance was restored.”
“But the cost was too heavy. Both here, and out in the galaxy.”
“That it was.” the entity agreed, “Balance wasn’t meant to be achieved by mutual destruction,” he said sorrowfully, his children’s eyes widening at the affirmation, “but though understanding and acceptance.”

“Things will be different this time.”
“That they will.” he agreed, before turning his head toward Arya, “Shadow,” he told her solemnly, “I know this isn’t usually your dominion but… please, help us.”
Obi Wan, Arkous and Saarai exchanged an intrigued glance – echoed by the Daughter and the Son. Given how serious the Father and Arya were, it was easy to realize the request he’d just made wasn’t quite as simple as it sounded.

The Force hummed in anticipation around them – then power swirled around the green-skinned woman, twelve tails appearing on her back, her mid-back hair growing past her waist, fluffy, canine ears appearing on the top of her head.
Arrayed around her, Padfoot, Blanche and Kagetsu had taken their larger battle form, and were echoing the foreign feeling of power their mistress was giving off.
Taken aback by the sudden rush of power, Saarai had fallen to her knees, overwhelmed – and even the Family in front of them had bent their neck under the otherworldly assault.

[Past Life System updated!
Seventh Life Aura(Godly): unlocks skills, proficiencies, and abilities from all previous life, +500% to all Main Stats, upkeep 10 FR per minute, cool-down 1 day]

[Achievement unlocked!

Seventh Life Aura(Shadow): +25 LR, +250 XP
LV MAX Skill(Advanced Past Life Aura): +50 XP
New Perk(Past Life Mastery): +50 XP]

[Level up! Arya Lunika is now LV 49!
+1 SP]

Shadow refrained from laughing at how misleading the MoonSystem was being. Sure enough – she could access her godly powers every day… If she wanted to burn out her body from the excess of godly powers in less than a week.
Pushing those considerations to the side, she focused on the trio in front of her.
Like the Father had stated, this wasn’t really something she usually did, though it touched her powers as a goddess of Chaos. But after seeing Obi Wan’s memories, and feeling how deeply the man still grieved having witnessed his children death, she couldn’t not help.

Her green and gold eyes turned fully golden, as she dipped into the Revolutionary Arts, reached toward the three beings, all three edging toward godhood, just like she had when she’d accepted Death’s hand, and entered the Immortal Realms for the first time.
Godlings, souls already all but immortal, yet mind and powers not quite ready to complete the jump.

If she let things as they stood, all three would probably go back to reincarnate, stuck in their half-mortal, half-immortal state, their too powerful soul never feeling quite at home in the mortal realm, yet not knowing why – not until they finally made the trip into godhood on their own.
It could take a life-time – or an eternity.
Of course, helping godlings ascend like she was doing was dangerous – the only reason it had worked so well with Nagato was that the work had been mostly done, she’d merely needed to take back the man’s affinity for Death for his power to do the rest of the work by themselves.
Things wouldn’t be quite that easy for those three.

¤.¤.¤

“The three of you are powerful, but you’re not gods.” she told bluntly
“Of course we know that.” the Son answered blandly
“But you’re well on your way to become ones.”
He eyed her, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“Of course, like all Dark Siders who are starting to get corrupted by negative emotions, rather than control them…” the dark being frowned at the pike, “What you’re focusing on is the power and immortality you’ll gain.” a smirk, “Which is why I’ll first give you a taste of what will happen if you try to act Stupid.”
The world around them blurred, and they found themselves in the depths of a lava pit, where the Dark Side hummed menacingly.

[Achievement unlocked!
Dark Side Vergeance(Mortis): +50 FR, +500 XP]

[PATH OF MASTERY unlocked!]

[System Log updated!

The levellimit has been upped from LEVEL50 to LEVEL100.
A newperk to be chosen has been unlocked.]

[New Perk unlocked!

Body Mastery: +5 LUCK, +25 LR
or
Mind Mastery: +5 LUCK, +25 FR
or
Heart Mastery: +5 LUCK, +25 Critic Chance]

[Level up! Arya Lunika is now LV 11!
+1 SP]

[Level up! Arya Lunika is now LV 50!
+1 PP, +SP, +1MC]

A silhouette, female yet looking utterly alien, a third red eye in the middle of her brow and a pair of horns breaking through her long grey hair. It was as they felt the power of the being, that they realized they were watching – and living – a memory.
“Balance must be upheld.”
“You have failed your duty.”
“From Ashes and Dust, back to Void and Abyss.”
With each sentence, they could feel the powers slipping away through the being’s fingers, replaced by anguish, and despair.
The Son’s eyes watched Shadow warily, as he’d easily felt through the memory, that the goddess who’d just lost all her powers had been just as powerful as him.
Several other memories followed.

Another goddess – not quite as powerful as the first one, powers as easily drained as a mortal’s life could be destroyed.
Another one, powers merely sealed this time.
Another god, more powerful, intent on war and destruction, just like the Son was feeling more and more inclined toward, sealed once more.
Then a god, far more powerful, feeling rather similar to the Son in his intent to spread chaos – yet so desperate to restore balance.
The next god was different. She didn’t seal his powers – quite the contrary, he unleashed them himself – in the mortal realm. And died for it, in as much as gods could die.

Then voices echoed, in the familiar tone of those that saw beyond time.

“A tide turned at last
a last hero, a last choice
a last price to pay.”

Obi Wan glanced at Arkous, and by the way his jaw clenched, he realized the man knew what memory was coming – and that he didn’t like it one bit.
The last god was the most powerful yet, terrifyingly so. And yet, he, too, could do nothing as his powers were taken away – and the goddess in front of him gave up her own life to ensure it.
“What’s the point of power,” the Son asked bitterly, “if I can’t use it.”

“And what’s the point of your powers, if there’s nothing left to do with them?” Shadow retorted, “I’m not telling you not to use them. Gods are born for a reason after all.” a shrug, “But there is a difference between the Dark Side and the depths of destruction and corruption you’re contemplating.”
The Son didn’t answer, clearly not wanting to agree, yet knowing himself well enough that he knew she was right. So instead he nodded bitterly toward his sister, “No lessons for her, I’d guess.”
“As a mater of fact,” Arya contradicted him, “I do have a lesson for her. Excess of destruction is dangerous, but overindulging in passiveness isn’t any better.”
Once more, their surrounding altered, and this time, they were in a clearing.

[Achievement unlocked!
Light Side Vergeance(Mortis): +250 FR, +2500 XP]

[Level up! Arya Lunika is now LV 52!
+2SP]

The memories that followed weren’t as precise, focusing more on the feelings and impressions that Arya had experienced, than on particular events.
It was another world, they all knew, as the power in the air was familiar, yet clearly wasn’t the Force.

Obi Wan had felt the whole galaxy descend into darkness and chaos once upon a time – he knew how a dying world felt quite intimately.
And undoubtedly, this was a dying world – though it wasn’t going in a last blaze of violence and chaos like their own, but instead destroying itself, one bit at a time, so slowly people didn’t even see to realize something was wrong. They went from place to place, dream world, the memories whispered, just like the heart of planets were, but all of them on the same planet.
Yet despite all the gods on the planet – more on one planet than there probably were in their whole galaxy, he felt Arya think – no one seemed to be trying to change things.
This was what the goddess had already warned him about, when they’d talked about War and Peace.

The Daughter’s eyes were wide, but so were the Father’s ones, the message having clearly hit home for both. Even the Son looked surprised, not having expected Shadow to show anything wrong the rest of his family could do – having always felt like he was the odd one out, the one who wanted to go out in the galaxy, while the others were so content in their small realm…
“I’ve heard you, Shadow.” the Daughter said, voice formal – but sincerity evident to feel in the Force by all
“That world saved itself in the end.” Shadow reassured them, feeling that all of them were wondering about it, “But not before multiple upheavals, as all but the first goddess I showed you were all originated from that world.”
Now that she’d told it, it seemed rather evident – and with how they’d seen her last encounter had gone in that world, upheaval was a tame word for it.

“I held you both back,” the Father told his children, head bowed in shame, “as I felt how powerful we were all becoming, I became afraid of what you could do to the galaxy, and so I locked us all away.” the Children’s eyes were wide, clearly not used to see their Father act so contrite, “I should have allowed you to ascend a long time ago, but I didn’t want to lose you, and with balance broken, I started to age and weaken, and didn’t know anymore how to help you…”
“Father!” This time – the heartfelt cry came from both Children
Obi Wan’s memories went back to the Son’s despair, once upon another life, when his Sister, then his Father, had died. He hadn’t even tried to avoid Anakin’s killing blow, he’d realized in retrospect.
They’d destroyed the Family, when they could have helped them – not ascend, of course, as they didn’t know anything about gods and other otherworldly powers back then…

But helping people talk and understand each other – that was a large part of the Jedi’s work, yet they hadn’t even tried, immediately taking the Dark Sider for an enemy, so stuck were they in the idea that Light and Dark could only be on opposite sides.
They knew better now.
Obi Wan felt a gentle hum in the Force, and Saarai fell slowly to the floor, asleep before she’d hit the ground, as they found themselves back to the Father’s monastery.
“The world you are currently in,” Shadow warned them once she’d ensured her padawan was asleep, “is one that has already gone far beyond the one I’ve shown you.”

“We’re doomed?”
“You won’t be doomed for as long as there are people trying.” the goddess corrected, “But things won’t be easy, and I can assure you,” she added toward the Son, “that you won’t lack for struggle and violence. But right now, your realm is deep the Purgatory, the place where worlds are put to avoid them corrupting other places.”
New memories flashed, and somehow, Obi Wan knew that Saarai wouldn’t have been able to endure the utter feeling of wrongness of those memories – of the Purgatory itself, and the terrifying Abyss creatures.
He didn’t stop to wonder why he could endure it when the other padawan could not, instead just as enthralled as the Family by the vision of the different realms, more or less healed, that flashed before them.
The last one – the worse one – was their own.

“I know you only came for your mother at first,” he mused to Shadow, “but there are many people that would have given up at the mere idea of entering the Purgatory, I’d wager.”
The Family nodded, all of them eyeing the goddess with some awe.
She blushed in answer, and contradicted, “I may be a bit stubborn.” she admitted “But I’m not the only one, after all, there are numerous gods who helped heal their world, and dragged them out of the Purgatory.”
The Son and the Daughter were looking – quite intrigued by the idea, and for the first time, the glance they shared felt quite complicit.

“How do we ascend?” they asked – once more at the same time
The Son – sounded calmer, more focused than before. The Daughter, on the contrary – felt more alive, and less serene, than she had.
Shadow smiled – as did their Father, a step behind them, looking bittersweet as his Children, who finally felt ready to work together. Neither of the two godlings realizing, that around them, the very atmosphere of Mortis was changing – the two powerful currents of Dark and Light not clashing quite as violently as before, instead starting to tentatively mingling at the edges.

¤.¤.¤

Shadow let her senses spread.
The Son would be the easiest for her to help breach through, as she’d merely need to enhance any of his already existing affinities with domains she presided over for the godling to ascend. On the contrary, the Daughter had affinities rather opposite to her own.
As for the Father – she winced, eyeing the man.
She understood all too well why he’d stalled his children’s ascension – when he could feel the storm of opposite powers all but tearing him apart.
There was a reason why powerful gods went in pairs – and he may not be a First Circle God, the godling was already exceptionally powerful for a deity of the mortal realm.
Clearly, the Father was going to be her greatest challenge – and she was going to have to be creative about it.

Mortis faded around them, as they stepped a bit further away again from the mortal realm.
“War, Shadow, War.” a voice greeted
Obi Wan’s eyes widened – as he recognized it from his last meditation on Tython.
“Mana.” Shadow greeted with a warm smile
“You’ve been busy.” the other goddess told her, gratefulness clear in her voice, before turning her attention toward the Family, “Children.” she greeted, some sorrow echoing in her tone
“I’m going to need your help.” Shadow told the other goddess
“You have it.” the other immediately agreed

“Balance is a dangerous domain to preside over for a powerful god.”
“It is indeed.” Mana agreed, making both Son and Daughter eye their Father protectively – while the man remained serene, clearly already having expected as much
“But if you’re the one blessing him, it should stabilize him.”
The power around Mana was quite familiar to all the Force users – who realized they were in front of the most important deity in their world with wide eyes, as the Force sang around them in a way they’d never witnessed before.

Then, Shadow turned toward Arkous “You are going to help the Son ascend by blessing him with Hazard, while I’ll grant his Sister the counterpart affinity for Destiny.”
Arkous raised an eyebrow, “And I should be able to do this how?”
“This is the messy part.” Shadow answered, “Because while you know you have those powers, you haven’t used them before, and your mortal body is even less suited for godly powers than my own.” a smirk, “Which is why I’ll be the one channeling your powers.”
Given the other goddess’ face – this was going to be messy indeed.

Soon, the Sith was entering a meditative state, Obi Wan finding his own mind following along, both of them feeling Shadow, who was both Arya yet much more, gently joining them. This was more dangerous than a joined meditation, all of them realized, as the powers the goddess was currently wielding meant the bond was far more encompassing, all of them having some trouble remembering when one started and the other stopped.
Then, of course, her powers extended even more, to encompass both Mana, and the Family.
Godly powers swirled around them, Shadow ever so slightly guiding Mana’s wave of violet power toward the Father – and more directly a light violet aura toward the Daughter, then a wave of bright orange power, that had been swirling around Arkous, toward the Son.

“The Covenant is made.” she warned, her voice echoing with untold power
“Witnessed.” Mana answered
“Approved.” Arkous and Obi Wan echoed, the answer coming to them like a distant memory
“From Ashes and Dust, you will take on the mantle of Balance and Duty.”
“We will.” the three godlings vowed, as new powers imbued them
On each’s brow, a new symbol had appeared – the Dark Side’s symbol, in dark orange, on the Son’s; the Light Side’s, in light violet on the Daughter’s; and the Balance symbol, in dark violet, on the Father’s.

[System Log updated!

Failed to reach the Immortal Realms: all systems locked
Failed to reach Chaos: quests locked
Failed to reach Luck: world overview locked
War reached: Fighting Achievements unlocked
…

Auspice Art reached: Character Creation unlocked
Revolution Art reached: Achievement System unlocked
Local God’s Assistance obtained(Ossus/Voss/Tython/Ashla/Bogan/Korriban/OdessenFourth Circle Gods): Moon Game interfacing with corresponding worlds
Local God’s Assistance obtained (Father/Son/Daughter Third Circle Gods): Holy System unlocked
…
This is an ongoing process, new features may be unlocked later on
…]

[Holy System unlocked!]

[System Log updated!

The Holy System is now available. It allows communicating with other deities in the Purgatory, as well as personal Holy Servants in the Purgatory.
HolyAchievements have been added to the AchievementSystem.]

[Achievement unlocked!
Gods Helped(5): 5*500 XP, +1 MC point(determined by the Gods helped)]

[Level up! Arya Lunika is now LV 55!
+3 SP]

Shadow’s form faded back into Arya’s usual appearance, as the woman fell unconscious, caught by Arkous and Obi Wan catching her before she fell, as Mortis started to reappear quickly around them.
“Take care of Shadow, War.”
“We will.” the Sith vowed, Obi Wan feeling himself in complete agreement with his master
Both of them had felt, with how all their minds were mingling together, just how much of a toll the godly powers had taken out of Arya, especially channeling War’s powers, which she didn’t have any innate affinity for.

The Father hadn’t wasted any time in directing them toward his monastery’s rooms, Obi Wan carrying Saarai, who was still asleep and felt nearly Force exhausted merely by having witnessed part of her master’s powers, while Arkous effortlessly carried his wife.
Several days went by before Saarai woke up, and by then changes had already graced the Family’s realm, creatures having appeared – all of them Light Sided during the day, and turning to the Dark Side at night. Proof that brother and sister had started to work together, rather than against each other as they had before, when the Son relished in destroying during the night what the Daughter created during the day.

It took far more time for Arya to wake up – but they hadn’t been too worried, as they felt the Mirialan heal more with each day spent in the monastery, which meant that rest really was all she needed anymore.
Opening her eyes, the incarnate goddess had immediately felt the changes, and smiled happily — recognizing that as much as it had taken out of her, it had been well worth it, as the Family ascending was already affecting the galaxy for the better.
The changes were slights – but enough for someone attuned like she was to chaos, to notice it.

She took a bit more time to get better, as the Father still had his affinity with Time&Eternity that allowed him to control the flow of time in his realm – which meant their current stay wouldn’t even be noticed in the mortal realm.
She also took in the changes in the MoonSystem, that now felt all but attuned to the current world – she’d realized, by now, that she would never see regular quests like she was used to, as their current task was to go against the very flow of Fate in this world, but the AchievementSystem was vast enough by now, that the advantage of leveling up faster was finally just as useful as in other words, rather than barely noticeable as it had been before she came to the present time.

Saarai hadn’t given her any grief about making her falling asleep, the odd-eyed Sith mature enough to understand that as she was only a demigoddess, there were some things too powerful for her mind to cope with.
As for Obi Wan, she’d seen the unawakened god sending both Arkous and her intrigued glances, making her quite sure the teenager was getting closer to guessing about his own nature.

Finally, they stayed in Mortis nearly two months – and had even started to become friends with the trio, who were settling in their new role as true gods rather well, each feeling more at ease with their nature than before.
The Son had asked her about the way she was managing to stay in the mortal realm, having quickly realized that it would be a bit difficult for him with his powers – and as such, wondering how she, whom he knew was quite more powerful, managed. She’d found herself talking about the ChaosGame and her MoonSystem – and was quite impressed that the Dark Sider, no matter how curious he felt about the galaxy he now had a duty toward, was mature enough to decline her offer of incarnating him, asking her instead to give her the offer again once the galaxy was in a better place.

¤.¤.¤

“How,” Mace had wondered once they’d reached Coruscant back and made their report to the High Council, “do you manage to make even answering a distress signal into such a mess?”
They’d eluded some things about Mortis – like the fact that Arya had helped the trio ascend – but still had mentioned the strange realm, as it was mysterious, but not completely unheard of in the wider world.
“Encountering Force entities must have been fascinating.” master Yaddle mused, a spark in her eyes telling them that she may know more about the topic than most

Between their report about Korriban and Tython, and the one about Mortis – the four Force users had spent quite a bit of time with the High Council, who looked both fascinated and wondering about declaring them heretics as they talked about the Je’daii philosophy of balance, quite different from the Jedi one.
In the end, the consensus had been that it was probably their completion of the Je’daii Journeyman ritual that had made the Family call them to Mortis – which meant there had to be something to their predecessor’s view about balance.

They would still be under heavy scrutiny – but it had been several years by now, since a Sith had been living among them, and while the High Council had long since realized that the man wasn’t as Light as the rest of their Order thought, he also wasn’t the mad beast they’d been expected.
As such, to Obi Wan’s surprise – the High Council had acknowledged their new title as Je’daii Journeyman, though they weren’t ready yet to spread all they’d found about the old order to just everyone, restricting for now the data they’d brought back to the masters, who’d be responsible for going through the vast amount of information to determine what should and shouldn't be included in their order’s philosophy.

Which meant that, even more than before, the four’s suite was visited by all kinds of masters curious about their journey.
In all the chaos caused by their report about Tython and Mortis, the fact that two padawans had lightsabers usually more suited to knights had all but been ignored, and they settled back in the Temple’s life, taking some time, at first, getting used once more to the bustle of Coruscant after having spent so long nearly alone.

4316.165.9 CRC – birth of Arya Lunika on Benduday (5th day of the week) of the 6 ^th week of the 1 ^st 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 escape s 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)
7930.654 CRC– Quinlan saves Aayla’Secura, Arya gets Pol Secura arrested (46 BBY / 3598 ATC)
7930.923 CRC– gambling cession at the Outlander (46 BBY / 3598 ATC)

7930.962 CRC– arrival on Hetzal Prime (46 BBY / 3598 ATC)
7930.971 CRC– arrival on Melida/Daan (46 BBY / 3598 ATC)
7931.212 CRC– counter-offensive begins (45 BBY / 3599 ATC)
7931.423 CRC– return to Coruscant (45 BBY / 3599 ATC)
7931.475 CRC– Feemor’s presentation (45 BBY / 3599 ATC)
7931.642 CRC– first reformations (45 BBY / 3599 ATC)
7931.7xx CRC– pranking war (45 BBY / 3599 ATC)

7931.814 CRC– first meeting with Satine Kyrze (45 BBY / 3599 ATC)
7931.863 CRC– arrival on Telos (45 BBY / 3599 ATC)
7931.945 CRC– capture of Xanathos (45 BBY / 3599 ATC)
7932.222 CRC– battle of Galidraan (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)
7932.241 CRC– meeting with Adonai Kyrze (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)

7932.515 CRC– return to Coruscant (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)
7932.563 CRC– arrival in the Colundra Sector (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)
7932.624 CRC– first job for the Stark Combine (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)
7932.651 CRC– arrest of Iaco Stark (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)
7932.663 CRC– trip to Korriban’s heart (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)
7932.775 CRC– trip to Tython (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)
7932.834 CRC– stay at Padawan Kesh (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)
7932.852 CRC– stay at Bodhi (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)
7932.911 CRC– stay at Mahara Kesh (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)
7932.963 CRC– stay at Anil Kesh (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)

7932.034 CRC– stay at Kaleth (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)
7932.055 CRC– stay at Qigong Kesh (44 BBY / 3600 ATC)
7933.311 CRC– stay at Stav Kesh (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.314 CRC– stay at Akar Kesh (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.322 CRC– trip to Vur Tepe (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.351 CRC– old distress signal (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.352 CRC– return to Coruscant (43 BBY / 3601 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)
SandwalkingMooka – DeepWater Class light freighter, double lime- line along the top of the hull (Dasha’s starship)
Red Bird – HT 2200 Class light freighter, black band with blue borders all around the hull (Shmi’s ship)
Raptor – ? Carrier (flagship of the Stark Commercial Combine)

- Repository(enhancement): unlocks the Repository System
Kitsune Weave(clothe, leveling, LV42):+42 Physical Defense
FuurinKiba (weapon, leveling, LV42): +1 AG, +44 Cutting Damages
- Saya(enhancement): +10 Force Reservoir
KageShin (weapon, leveling, LV42): +1 WIS, +44 Shadow Damages
ShiroInu Tessen (weapon, leveling, LV42): +1 LUCK, +42 Cutting Damages
Trill-181 prototype (weapon, leveling, LV42, adaptable: blaster gun/carbine/rifle): +42/44/47 Energy Damages
Arkous’ Shoto Saber (weapon, leveling, LV42): +1 AG, +44 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 Proficiency: Alchaka / Makashi / Soresu / Djem So / Niiman / Jar’kai 
(bXP)New Perk: Past Life Aura Mastery / HEART MASTERY
(4bXP)New Force Bond: Saarai(training bond)
(4XP)New Title: Je’daii Journeyman

(2XP)LV MAX Ability: Advanced Past Life Aura

(bXP FR, 10bXP)Vergeance: Mortis(Balanced) / Mortis(Dark Side) / Mortis(Light Side)
(+1 specific Skill, 5bXP)Force Temple: Kaleth(+1 Wood) / Qigong Kesh(+1 Dust) / Stav Kesh(+1 Ice) / Akar Kesh(+1 Air) / Vur Tepe(+1 Fire)

(5XP)Gods Helped: Ossus(+1 END) / Voss(+1 WILL)/ Father(+1 PRES) / Son(+1 INST) / Daughter(+1 WIS)

(XP LR, 10XP)Past Life Aura: Shadow

current XP: 29 270
current LV: 55
XP to next level: 65

ARYA LUNIKA AGE 30 LV 55

BODY: Agility (15/1:16) / Strength (112/1:13) / Endurance (10/2:12)
MIND: Intelligence (12/2:14) / Willpower (15/3:18) / Wisdom (14/7:21)
Heart: Presence (10/5:15) / Instinct (12/4:16)
UNIQUE: Luck (37) / Element (38) / Godly (28)