Game On Further! 1.0

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 Obi Wan and Arkous were the first out of the RedBird as it landed near the SandwalkingMooka.
Arya and Saarai were waiting for them, along with master Yaddle, but also Qui-Gon, flanked by two Mikkian twin initiates, Tholme, Dooku and Iyasashanaya, a Frozian Medicorp scholar.

The master and padawan were directly followed by master Jocasta Nu, head Archivist and member of the Council of First Knowledge and Tera Sinube, a Cosian master seating on the same council, both of whom had been sent by the High Council following Arya’s invitation to come and witness the progress made by the first generation of Force Users trying to walk in the steps of their predecessors.
Finally, a heavily pregnant Shmi, her Jedi teacher not too far, was the last out of the ship.

There may be less than twenty people now living there; the temple felt much less abandoned than it had the previous time they’d been there.
“Welcome to Padawan Kesh, home of the new Je’daii.”
“We are honored to be there.” master Sinube was the one to answer, as Jocasta was busy admiring the large temple
While she called the place their home – the visiting Jedi soon realized that the one who spent the most there were the two initiates, along with Qui-Gon, ever since he’d completed his Great Journey.

In the twelve months that had gone by since their arrival on the planet, the man hadn’t been the only one to complete said journey — thought not everyone had completed it yet.
As the Jedi delegation had arrived on the eve of the New Year Fête, they started by enjoying the five days of celebrations, which were held at Bodhi, where most of the Je’daii-to-be had gathered, each finding their way back on their own.
The only who weren’t there were Xanathos and Mio Karent, an Ardennian Agricorp novice, both of whom were currently at Qigong Kesh – and those who’d already gone through the Temple of Force understood all too well that this wasn’t a step of the Great Journey you interrupted without a very good reason.
Spending the New Year Fête together helped the arriving Jedi to learn about what the current residents of Tython had been up to in a rather relaxed setting. Both master Nu and Sinube, thought rather leery about the fact that the Je’daii disciples learned about both the Light and Dark side of the Force, were rather curious about what they’d learned through the Great Journey.

Arya had let Yaddle, Dooku and Qui-Gon do most of the talking, as they all were well-known and respected master Jedi – not that the First Knowledge Council members didn’t respect her, but it was easier for them to see the changes in people they’d known for decades, rather than a mere few years.
But despite the fact she was rather silent, the influence she’d had upon all three’s travels, but also all the other Force users on the planet, was impossible to miss, as Saarai and her spent their time Temple-hopping to check on all the future Je’daii Journeyman.
Then, a couple of weeks after the New Year Fête, Arya, Arkous, and their padawans took Vokara Che and Shmi Skywalker to Mahara Kesh.
There, after nearly twelve hours of labor – little Anakin Skywalker was born.

The returned Jedi had cried – both happy and wistful tears – as the little boy, so strong in the Force, was born. Then he’d been stunned, as a familiar training bond had snapped into place between the two of them, the blond baby settling happily in his arms as he instinctively tugged on the bond.
Shmi hadn’t looked surprised, having already felt that the way her baby reacted to the padawan whenever he was around, even before birth. Vokara, on the other hand, had been floored. While natural bonds weren’t unheard of, it usually occurred between family members, and rarely was as stable and powerful as the one between them. Of course – it hadn’t been the healer’s only surprise, as she’d quickly done a blood test on the newborn, which had quickly revealed the Chosen One’s nearly unheard of affinity with the Force.
Once Vokara had ensured everything was alright with the newborn, they’d quickly headed back to Padawan Kesh.

Days quickly stretched into weeks as the two First Knowledge members toured the nine Temples, and talked to all the Force users on the planet. It hadn’t taken long for them to understand that while not all Jedi were necessarily ready to accept the vision of balance that the Je’daii embraced, their initial teachings were rather similar – and quickly, the idea of bringing some crèche clans to visit Padawan Kesh and Bodhi had been raised, both masters easily seeing the benefits the children could have in spending some time studying in a remote area, surrounded by nature and removed from the hustle and bustle of Coruscant.
Then, within a few days from each other, Komari Vosa, Naranee, then Xanathos, finished their Great Journey.

Dooku’s padawan had come to face her shortcomings as a Jedi during her Journey, the young woman having come quite near to falling, her pride, and aggression rather damning for the Order – and she hadn’t been helped by the fact that her master had been flirting rather heavily with the Dark Side, even before Arya and Arkous woke up and shook things up in the Order. But now, after months spent meditating with the aging master on Bogan, then having spent the end of her journey traveling with Naranee, an Aruzan Exploracorp journeyman – the padawan was finally more balanced, having come to terms with the fact she was far more attuned to her feelings than most Jedi, but not controlled by them.

As for Xanathos, far more at peace with his own nature as a Dark Sider, he’d spent quite a bit of time in Qigong, learning about mastering his emotions and using them rather than being used by them.
Dooku was beaming with pride for his student as he cut her braid, knighting her in front of the rather small gathering of Jedi – the moment had been rather bittersweet for Qui-Gon and Xanathos, both knowing that while the young man was now officially a Je’daii Journeyman, he’d never be a Jedi knight – not by lack of abilities, but simply because this wasn’t where his path laid anymore.
But – in coming back from the edge of madness and appearing so at peace with himself, and clearly balanced in the Force – Xanathos had proved that contrarily to what centuries of Jedi wisdom professed, falling didn’t mean a Jedi’s life was over as had been believed for so long.

“You would have been a great Jedi.” Qui-Gon had told him with a smile when he’d given him the ornate blue bead of the Je’daii Journeyman
“I was a little shit.” Xanathos contradicted him with a fond smile, “But once I grew up…” a shrug, “Maybe.” he tilted his head toward his old master, “Now, are you going to stop making my little sisters waiting?”
Obi Wan’s eyes had widened hearing this – but in retrospect, the padawan had to admit it was rather evident, even in the few weeks they’d spent there. The reason why Tiplar and Tiplee had followed the Jedi contingent to Tython despite being only initiates, too young for the Great Journey – and the reason why Arya and their crèche master had agreed.
Both girls had found their master – thought just like with Obi Wan once upon a time, the stubborn consular Jedi had needed some time to understand it.

In another life, the returned Jedi remembered, the twin had nearly aged out, not willing to be separated during their padawanship – their respective masters, a pair of watchmen of the Outer Rim, had eventually convinced them, but it had been clear after Tiplar’s death during the Clone Wars that the twins had been far more bound together through the Force than the Order had ever realized – and Tiplee had never been the same after.
This time, under Qui-Gon’s tutelage, the twins wouldn’t be separated – and this Qui-Gon, who’d had the time to heal his relationship with Xanathos, wouldn’t blunder with them like he had with Obi Wan.
The twins – were the first Force users to wear the blue, smaller, bead that marked them as Je’daii novices, but if the two members of the First Knowledge Council had their way, they certainly wouldn’t be the last ones.

“I expected them to be far more refractory to the Je’daii’s revival.” Obi Wan admitted, remembering all too well how he’d nearly never become a padawan all because of his character, considered as too wild by the old masters
“Between the fact that they’ve realized the Order is dying out, and not only of natural causes, and all the old datachips we’ve gathered, they are probably far more open to change than they were in your first life.” Saarai was the one point-out, having learned more about the time-traveler's life thanks to Arya
Nearly two years out of Korriban, the young, odd-eyed Sith had changed – both physically, as she now looked nearly as old as the returned Jedi; and mentally, as traveling and living with new people had helped her learn more about the galaxy.

“Besides,” Arkous pointed out, one eye not leaving the datapad he was perusing, “The amount of work nuya Jen’Nwit put together to present things in a way that would appeal to the Order is quite impressive.”
“Between Yaddle, Dooku, Tholme and Qui-Gon’s knowledge about the inner workings of the councils, it wasn’t that hard.” the incarnate goddess explained, “Though we had to outline by ourselves what would qualify someone as a novice, disciple, or scholar.”
It was a debate that had animated quite a few evenings between those who’d completed their Great Journey during the year – first simply Arya and Yaddle, then Tholme, and finally, Qui-Gon.
Not, of course, that the opinion of those that were still on their journey hadn’t been listened to — but they realized, that since they hadn’t even reached the rank of Journeyman, they had no idea about what could be the qualifications of a master – or rather a scholar. Still, it didn’t preclude them from giving their advice for what could be the qualifications for the novices and disciples.

In the end, the decision was still ongoing, thought all the new Je’daii had agreed that the Great Journey was far harsher than anything ever asked of a young knight nowadays – when it had been the prerequisite to be the equivalent of one at that time!
After all, the fact was, that apart for the padawan who’d been going through the journey with their master, only masters had achieved it in less than a year was telling enough.

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Since they hadn't seen each other in so long, it hadn't taken long before Arkous, Obi Wan and Arya had found their way in one of the sparring rooms. Arya had found rather hilarious how stunned some had been, even among the new Je’daii, the first time they saw Obi Wan using some of the Dark Side abilities Arkous had trained him with.
As for herself, the goddess hadn’t been surprised to learn that, despite how much he’d struggled with learning to use his emotions for healing purposes – fighting abilities had come naturally to him, something the senior padawan himself only really realized once Arkous started to train some of the local Je’daii.

The balance between using emotions to fuel the Force technics, and not getting drowned in said emotions was even more delicate to achieve than maintaining balance in daily life, which was why Arkous and him had spent several weeks in Qigong Kesh, going over some rather dangerous Force applications with Dooku, Komari Vosa and Xanathos.
Then, the master and his newly knighted student had left with the First Council members – as had Qui-Gon and his two new padawan, knowing that they were too young yet to go through the Great Journey, and needed to learn still as padawan did, out in the greater galaxy.

Tholme was set on staying, waiting for his padawan – but Quinlan had arrived the day before the Red Bird was set to leave, looking both exhausted and exhilarated. A feast had been had that night – and the old Shadow had knighted his boy, looking unbearably proud, and both had boarded the Red Bird the next day.
Xanathos had stayed, as technically, he was still serving his sentence, and honestly, had no desire to leave just yet.
The Red Bird hadn’t left alone.

Before leaving Tython and the rest of the new Je’daii, the six masters – Arkous included – who’d gone through the Great Journey had published the first founding text for the new Je’daii, finally outlining what would be needed to earn each rank.
Without much surprise, foundational knowledge, either on the Light or Dark Side, some basic physical conditioning, and, naturally, a regular education as was required of all children in the Galactic Republic were what were asked of the children who were to become novices. They were also required to have already made their first lightsaber.
Disciples were those who’d traveled through three of the temples, completed at least the one battle test of the Peacecorp training, and one Force application module from any of the other Corps, both at Disciple level, thus proving a basic ability to train their body, their mind, and nurture their link with the Force.

The Journeyman bead could now be obtained by going through the whole Great Journey, thus proving an understanding of the concept of Balance – but it was accepted that many would probably already be senior knights, or even masters, before they managed it.
A requirement of some missions around the galaxy validated by the new Je’daii masters had also been added for the future, as they had no intention of becoming quite as reclusive as the ancient order had been.
The scholar would be those who’d gone through the Great Journey, and had either trained three padawan, or proved extraordinary understanding of the ways of the Force by gaining the scholar rank in any of the Jedi Corps. Provision had been made in the text to allow for Dark Side users to be able to pass an equivalent qualification if they proved they weren’t murderous idiots – though of course it had been better worded in the text.

As for the rank of master – unanimously, it had been given to Arya, Arkous and Yaddle, and the requirement for it had been to have gone through a Journey Beyond. In other words, having gone beyond the doors of the temples, adventuring out in the galaxy to change it in a meaningful way. OF course, the wording was rather nebulous, as it was typically the kind of event that tended to be guided by the Force.
Arya and Arkous had also been quickly informed that, whether they liked it or not, they’d been granted the mostly honorific title of Grand Masters of the new Je’daii Order, something the Mirialan was certain had Yoda’s paws all over.
As for the first official Master of the Order, who would take the more active role of helping build said new order nearly from the ground, all had agreed that it had to be Yaddle – who’d already been in the Jedi Council, thought she’d resigned from it now that she had a new occupation, as she’d know already, that this was to be her new calling.

[Achievement unlocked!
New Title(Grand Master of the New Je’daii Order): +400 XP
Scholar Rank(Je’daii): +500 XP]

[Level up! Arya Lunika is now LV 61!
+1 SP]

While the Sandwalking Mooka was leaving Tython – it wasn’t on this ship that Saarai had left, following the Force’s call until she’d found her way to the old spires of the Jedi Temple where Arkous had lived for centuries.
There, the Force had answered to her call, centuries of scraps and other remains of landslides slowly levitating, and clearing the way, until finally, the old hangar bay was accessible.
The air was only slightly stable, the old air circulation circuits still in working order despite the time that had gone by.
There were several starships still there, old, rather outdated models.
There was one who was all but humming its call to her, leftover echoes telling all too easily to who it had belonged once upon a time.

“Wow. The Ember.” Arya’s voice echoed through the hangar bay, breaking the silence, and suddenly making Saarai realize she wasn’t alone anymore, “I would have thought it somewhere on Coruscant?”
An amused huff, “I didn’t use the Ember to move to the Jedi temple. Even centuries later, it was still remembered as the Sith’s favorite starship.”
While old, the starship was still good repair– and somehow, there were all sorts of parts in the Red Bird’s hold, that would work perfectly to make it a bit more up to date.
It took weeks after Arya, Arkous and Obi Wan had left before Saarai was done, helped along the way by Naranee, the Aruzan Exploracorp journeyman having somehow ended up in the Jedi Temple during her Great Journey.
It was also with Naranee that she left, the journeyman assigned to her for her self-assigned mission by Yaddle.
On to her Journey Beyond.

While he hadn’t expected to see Arkous’ old starship, Obi Wan hadn’t been surprised in the least when his sister-padawan parted way with them, having already felt, just like his master and his wife, the way the Force called to her.
Just like it did to him.
He knew – that it was time, finally, to leave his title of padawan behind. And while it wouldn’t be too hard, as the real beads on his padawan braid — rather than the one he'd put to assuage Mace's nerves — already qualified him as a Jedi Knight twice over, this wasn’t what the Force had in mind for him, he knew.
After all – he’d already tried this path once, and it hadn’t been enough for the child he was set to raise in a few years.

This time, it would be as a Je’daii master that he would make Anakin his padawan.
This time, he’d ensure the Chosen One would grow up loved, allowed to feel, allowed to test and stretch his limits through the Force.
“You’ve put me back on the right path.” he told Arkous with a thankful smile, “Next time we’ll meet, it’ll be as equals.”
“As it was always meant to be.” the pureblood Sith agreed

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He shared an amused glance with Arya, as the young man boarded the Sandwalking Mooka, still having some trouble believing he’d been given the spaceship. Ready, just like his sister-padawan, for his Journey Beyond.
“Well, shall we go too?”
“We have a Mother to meet, after all.” Arya agreed
After all, the Ember hadn’t been the only spaceship waiting for its time to come again.

The Unfettered Mooka’s galley had been resupplied, the ship refueled and refurbished since months ago – and they followed the whispers that urged them on – both easily recognizing the Father guiding them, knowing without a doubt that they were heading out to meet with the last member of his family.
It had taken some time for the newly ascended god to start talking about the distant past during the months they spent with his family and him. About how his children had become the living incarnation of the Light and Dark side that they now were.
They had been born powerful, and night on immortal – but not nearly god-like as they eventually became.
(begin flashback)
The three of them had been among the last children of a dying specie, who was born with old souls, and an unparalleled understanding of the Force.
But like many long-lived species before them, they’d fallen into apathy, their birth-rate had dropped, and long before current History, disappeared.

Leaving only the Father, the Son, and the Daughter.
The Father, like his predecessors, felt the need for balance as keenly as one needed to breathe – but the Son and the Daughter were born different.
Powerful just like their ancestors, but lacking the innate understanding of the Force they had. So the Father taught them and guide them as best as he could – yet it wasn’t enough to silence the call each felt.
The Daughter found the Pool of Knowledge, and dived into its water, coming out of it irremediably changed.
The Son followed the call of the Font of Power, drank deeply in it, and became his sister’s counterpart.

Neither had been ready to become receptacles of such powers, and they’d started to fight and tear at each other, unable of standing the sight of the other anymore, making the Father despair.
That was when the Mother had arrived.
She managed to distract and amuse the children, and help them channel they power toward better uses than mindless destruction of each other. It was quite naturally, that the Father had fallen in love with her.
But the Mother was of a young, so very fleeting specie – she was one of the first humans, in this past so distant all traces of it had all but been forgotten by modern History. And as years and decades went by, she grew old, and weary – and jealous of her nearly immortal family’s youth and strength.

So like the Son had before her, she took a sip in the Font of Power, and like the Daughter had, she took a dip in the Pool of Knowledge – and the sum of power and knowledge was far too heavy for a soul as young as fragile as hers.
Mind broken by the corruption, she tried to enslave the Son and the Daughter – and the Father, unable to kill the woman he’d loved, instead condemned her into exile. Taking with him the last starship of a civilization now gone, which would eventually become the receptacle of Mortis, and stranding her on the planet where the rest of his people had long since disappeared.
It was only later that he realized he’d miscalculated, and that in her exile, she became madder – and stronger. Strangely enough, once more, it was for their Mother that the Son and Daughter managed to push their animosity to the side, and orchestrated the creation of a gigantic space-station, the last one built with the knowledge of their ancestors.
Imprisoning their birth planet inside a shell of black holes, to protect the rest of the galaxy for the mad Mother’s fury.

She’d managed to break out, times and again – but was always pushed back within the confined of the Maw in the end.
But what neither the Father, his children, nor the rest of the galaxy had managed until now – the new god knew they would be able to finally do.
Set the Mother free of madness.
It was a testament to how well the man had managed to get a hang of godly powers, that he’d understood so as quickly as he had. Because he was right, and it was quite evident to Arya, what had befallen the Mother – soul and powers dissonant, stuck halfway between mortality and godhood, just like had befallen Pain once upon a time. Of course, it wouldn’t be as simply as letting her ascend – because from what she could understand about the Father’s tale, corruption had settled on the former human.
Allowing her to ascend as the mad being she’d become would be a very bad idea.
So she’d have to go at it the opposite way.

Purging the corruption, and sending her back to the reincarnation circle.
She’d reminded the Father – that it meant that she would lose all memories and power gained during her far too long life. The god hadn’t looked surprised – only sad.
“Better for her to forget and be saved.”
She hadn’t been surprise to realize he still loved her, despite everything.
(end flashback)
Their journey took them from Coruscant, into the depths of Outer Space, beyond Hutts Space, and near Kessel and its famous dark star cluster.
The Maw was an area well-known for how strange it was – a perfect accumulation of black holes, making it impossible to navigate through it – so perfectly closed to outside interference some scientists had speculated it to have been engineered by some ancient civilization… And they’d been right, as Arya and Arkous now knew.

Though of course, guided by the prison’s creators through the Force, it wouldn’t be that impossible to navigate for them, thought it would still be difficult.
Thankfully, Arya had been preparing for this mission for months on Tython, and while from the outside it didn’t seem all that different, the Unfettered Mooka now sang in the Force, as the goddess had poured all her knowledge about the Wild Force and Imbuing into the old freighter, even unlocking along the way the Spaceship Crafter Proficiency.

She really hadn’t expected the airtight cache, carefully hidden in the contraband compartments, with holocrons humming with two very familiar auras, but she should have known that her crew wouldn’t have time nor death keeping them apart.
Those weren’t the Jedi holocron, that only contained a distant echo of a Force user, nor the more sinister Sith holocron, that trapped the Force user’s soul beyond death – but something else, more akin to the Voss’ vitalicron, an imprint rather similar to what the ghosts could be in the magical world.
Even less, the effect her Imbuing had had on said holocron when she was making the Unfettered Mooka into something close to a Force artifact than a technological engine…

[Familiar unlocked!

UNFETTERED MOOKA – LV 63

Familiar Main Stats
(familiar stats are out of 10)
(gain: 1 per lifeday, 1 per 10 levels)

Body: 10
Mind: 10
Heart: 10

Familiar Skills
(familiar skills are out of 10)
(gain: 1 per lifeday and every 5 levels for each categories except the Unique one)

Body Skills

Turrets: 10
Shields:10

Mind Skills

Navigational Computer: 10
Force: 10

Heart Skills

Healing Aura: 10

Familiar Abilities
(familiar abilities are out of 10)
(gain: 1 per lifeday and every 5 levels)
Reinforced Shields(Force): 10
Imbued Turrets(Force): 10

Familiar Perks

Living Vessel: this starship has awakened as a thinking, living being
Ancient Heart: Though it has just awakened, the Unfettered Mooka remembers its long History
The Heart of Ancient Friends: Lyn’Me and Xenloth Nor’s memories have unlocked Force skills and abilities for the Unfettered Mooka
Home is Where the Heart Is: the Unfettered Mooka can passively heal it’s crew when they are onboard
Protective Heart: Lyn’Me’s vitalicron taught the Unfettered Mooka to defend itself
Warring Heart: Xenloth Nor’s vitalicron taught the Unfettered Mooka that sometimes the best defense if offense]

[Achievement unlocked!
New Force Bond(Unfettered Mooka): +1000 XP
New Familiar(Unfettered Mooka): +400 XP
Familiar New Skill(5): 5*200 XP
Familiar New Ability(2): 2*500 XP
Familiar New Perk(6): 6*500 XP
LV MAX Familiar Skill(5): 5*400XP]

[Level up! Arya Lunika is now LV 69!
+6 SP]

The Wild Force, as unpredictable as always, had taken Lyn’Me and Xenloth Nor’s vitalicron, and made them the heart of the Unfettered Mooka, who was now a living Vessel, like she’d vaguely heard of in old legends, but never given any credit to.
She could now feel her in the back of her mind, enthusiastic and loving of her crew, somewhat still young and new to her own emotions, yet unmistakably smart.
This was something she really hadn’t expected – but she couldn’t really say she minded – and right now, it was proving particularly useful, as the Unfettered Mooka answered to her piloting just as much as she did to her mind, managing maneuvers that should be impossible for an old freighter, as they followed the Father and the Force’s urging, dancing between gravity wells and other astronomical dangers.

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After the rather calm two weeks of travel from Coruscant to Kessel, Arya and Arkous spent three days relaying themselves non-stop, mind to mind with the Unfettered Mooka, as they found their way through the Maw.
Both Arkous and Arya felt the moment they entered the shell of black hole, the space around them suddenly tainted with a powerful, corrupted aura, an insidious voice trying to break through their mental shields to whisper empty promises in exchange for freedom.
The entity that had once been the Mother had long since become something far more sinister, that, had both of them not been gods in their own right, could have been very dangerous. As it was, they didn’t need to follow Father’s urging anymore, the dark entity all but calling them to its lair.

[Mind Snare resisted!]

Neither had needed the notification, as they arrived near the verdant planet.
“This place is already halfway outside the mortal realm.” Arkous mused, recognizing the feeling to be rather similar to the one they’d had when they arrived on Mortis, albeit far grimier
“Any Force user not able to control the call of the Dark Side would be hard-pressed not to fall into madness here.” Arya agreed, “Yet, beyond the fury, I can feel such sadness…” she added, having had to shore up her mental defenses, as her Soul Art made it impossible not to feel the mental state of the only living being on the planet’s surface
Arkous nodded – while he didn’t feel it as clearly as her, since he didn’t share her holy affinities, he was still well-versed enough in the Force to be able to feel the emotions that hung in the air, so powerful they’d left their mark all around the Maw.

[Achievements unlocked!
Planet visited(Celestia): +250 XP]

The couple landed in a clearing, then Arya nudged the Unfettered Mooka away for her safety – as both the pureblood Sith and her could feel that the mad being they’d come to purge had all but assimilated with the planet itself.
There was a woman waiting for them in the clearing where they’d landed, looking rather young and wearing a rather conservative tunic and skirt.
“It had been a long while since I’ve last had visitors. Are you here to rescue me?”
“Rescue you?” Arya mused, “From a certain point of view… we are.” she agreed
“Thought, certainly not in any way you’d wish for.” Arkous added, bright orange blade coming to life in his left hand
Arya’s violet-pink lightsaber echoed his, and in front of them, the front of humanity disappeared, the small silhouette growing and changing, the whole vegetation around them flaring to life just as quickly.
Padfoot, Blanche and Kagetsu all took their battle-size to tackle on the surrounding vegetation, that was now mainly composed of carnivorous plants trying to eat them, gigantic tentacle-like vines covered in thorns.

For anyone else, the battle would probably have been terrifying – Arkous and Arya found it exhilarated, and the Sith couldn’t help but mused, rather amused, that Obi Wan, should he saw them, would probably mutter something about ‘decency’ and the difference between battle and flirting.
All the while ignoring the fact that he found the view of the incarnate goddess fighting just as arousing as her husband did. The other half of his soul still had some odd hanging up, from his life as a Jedi!

At first, the one who now called herself Abeloth had been supremely confident, and she had reasons for it. The Force was made to bend to her call, storms brewing above them, lightning circling her silhouette, tentacles replacing humans members to let her attack even more often.
Against any mortal – she would have been an unbeatable abomination, just as impossible to stop as Nergal or Kaguya had been, for all that she hadn’t managed to ascend completely.
Alone, this would have been a rather difficult fight – but Arya wasn’t alone, and though he didn’t seem to realize it, little by little, Arkous was calling on the powers that rested in his soul, the powers War had discarded, a reddish aura flaring to life around him.
Arya knew how to fight, and how to wage war – but to Arkous, it was as natural as breathing, and in a fight against a night on unbeatable enemy, the fact that War himself had come to the battlefield was breathtakingly unmistakable.

The goddess herself couldn’t say how much time had elapsed since the fight had started, or when she’d slipped into her Past Life aura, but little by little, they’d weakened Abeloth, until her confidence got replaced by a kind of fury that barely hid her fear and her despair.
She didn’t see as the green moon on her brow flared to life as she finally stepped toward the woman who’d once upon a time been the Father’s beloved, and the Son and Daughter’s Mother. She was still trying to fight, albeit far more weakly than when the battle had started, and her eyes widened with terror as she saw that it Arya’s hand, her lightsaber had been replaced by a rather primitive looking dagger, made from what appeared to be some kind of obsidian.
Fear turned into terror as she asked, “Why do you have this?”

The dagger was something the Father had given them, before they’d left Mortis, the man explaining that it had been the only way to kill his children or him when they were only half-ascended – and remained the best way to deal with the Mother.
No matter how primitive it looked – it still hummed with power, one of the last artifacts of the long gone Celestials from which the family descended, the Wild Force’s presence impossible to ignore within the runes that had been engraved all along the blade and hilt that had been cut from one block of stone.
Now, Abeloth wasn’t trying to fight anymore, but to flee, but Arya’s aura had wrestled the control over the surrounding plant from her, her gift as a goddess of the Wild coming to play as she hunted her prey.
And suddenly, all fight seemed to leave her, her appearance turning human once more as she sobbed, “Then I’ve truly been abandoned this time, haven’t I? Never before, did they send people to destroy me…”

“You haven’t been abandoned, but saved.” Arya corrected gently as the dagger of Mortis slipped into the far too old woman’s heart, “By going back to the reincarnation cycle, you’ll be cleansed of both madness and corruption.”
“But I’ll forget them…”
“That was a price they were willing to pay, if it meant saving your soul.”
“Too kind till the end.” she whispered fondly
Around them three translucent silhouettes had appeared, the family proving just how much more powerful than the rest of the local deities Arya had met until them as they manifested on the other side of the galaxy.

“Goodbye, beloved.” / “Goodbye Mother.”
It was with a smile on her lips that she died, her body turning to ashes, the corruption suddenly receding as Arya’s powers cleansed her soul and cut her from the powers that had caused her madness and corruption, never feeling the benediction the three members of her family left on her before she completely disappeared.

[Achievement unlocked!
Named opponent vanquished(Abeloth/Mother): +250 XP]

[Level up! Arya Lunika is now LV 70!
+1 PP, +1 SP, +1 MC]

The Force was once more balanced on the planet, the vegetation drained of corruption suddenly becoming what they’d probably been before – a lush jungle, dangerous but not as murderous as it had been mere instants before, the influence of the Father and his children impossible to miss as the planet changed rapidly around them.
“Thank you.”
Arya and Arkous nodded to the heartfelt whisper, that echoed in four different voices, before they found themselves once more alone on the planet.
There was one last thing to do before leaving.

¤.¤.¤

The Force was humming happily all around them as they wandered through the jungle, eventually happening upon the dark maw of a grotto, and heading into the depths of the planet.
“This is strange.” Arkous mused after a while
Arya immediately understood what he meant.
With Abeloth’s soul being sent back toward reincarnation, the planet had become anchored in the mortal realm once more, but now that they were stepping in its depths, it nearly felt once more as if they were stepping out of said realm, thought not quite.

Celestia was a planet old enough to have a local deity – but between the disappearance of its civilization, and the Mother’s corruption, said deity had fallen into deep sleep, and was only now stirring.
There was a temple in the depths of Celestia, so old the pillars and murals were all but gone, leaving behind a large, musty, dark cave.
There was a being, nearly translucent, waiting for them on the stone throne so polished by time that it now looked merely like a strangely shaped rock. At a first glance, it was impossible to miss the resemblance with the godly family, as she was tall, with high cheek, nearly luminous skin and long elaborated robes.

“Welcome visitors.” a weary smile “I’m afraid I’m not quite up to entertain you.” she admitted “Though I thank you all the same, for freeing me from that poor, foolish, young mortal’s folly.”
There was no resentment in her voice as she described Abeloth, only sadness – but it didn’t surprise them, as the being in front of them felt incredibly ancient.
“I’m old.” she agreed, having easily read their mind, proving just how powerful a goddess she’d been once upon a time, “And my children long since gone…”
But still there, they realized – since gods didn’t die.
“I hope, in time, child may rise again among my jungle.” she mused longingly “But in the meantime…” she smiled, spreading her arms “I’m sure you can feel the call just as I do.”
Arkous and Arya shared a glance, and nodded as one, before each turned in a different direction.

The pureblood Sith headed left, in a smaller, darker cave, in which no human could have seen anything naturally. Between the Force urging him forward, and the ability to see in the dark that his specie had, it wasn’t difficult for him to find the fountain, dribbling a cold, pure water on the ground.
The Mirialan had headed right, in another dark cave, this one faintly glowing from the ethereal light coming from the small, strangely dark pool in its midst.
Both dipped the standard issue flask that hung on their belt at the same time – and arrived back in the middle room at the same time – neither needed Celestia’s goddess encouraging gesture to empty their flask on the Mortis dagger that had somehow appeared in the middle of the room when they’d left.
Power echoed, the clear and dark waters mingling, covering the dagger, that broke into three pieces, now completely crystalline.

[System Log updated!

Failed to reach Immortal Realms: all systems locked
Failed to reach Chaos: quests locked
Failed to reach Luck: world overview locked
War reached: Fighting Achievements unlocked
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Auspice Art reached: Character Creation unlocked
Revolution Art reached: Achievement System unlocked
Local God’s Assistance obtained(Ossus/Voss/Tython/Ashla/Bogan/Korriban/Odessen/Tython/CelestiaFourth Circle Gods)(Father/Son/Daughter Third Circle Gods): Moon Game interfacing with corresponding worlds
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This is an ongoing process, new features may be unlocked later on
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[Achievement unlocked!
Dark Side Vergeance(Celestia): +250 FR, +2500 XP
Light Side Vergeance(Celestia): +250 FR, +2500 XP
Gods Helped(Celestia): 500 XP, +1 WIS]

[Level up! Arya Lunika is now LV 75!
+5 SP]

The pair shared a glance, Arya taking one shard, Arkous two, then they both turned toward the tired deity.
“Don’t let me keep you. I'm afraid neither of your powers are particularly suited to help me right now, beyond what you’ve already done.” a smile, tired yet hopeful, “Now, time will do its work, and one day, I’m sure, I’ll be better.” there was some amusement in her voice now “Right now, your job is far harder than mine, I fear, as breaking the hold of War on this galaxy, and restoring balance, will be far harder than simple waiting for the return of sentient life on my shores.”
The two of them nodded their agreement, and after a last goodbye, left the planet behind.
It took a moment for the UnfetteredMooka’s chrono to sync up once they left the Maw, and when it did, they realized that what had felt like maybe days for them had, in fact, lasted weeks in the wider galaxy.

¤.¤.¤

Saarai and Naranee had left Tython not too long after Jedi’s envoys, but also her master, master’s husband, and brother-padawan had left too.
She wasn’t too surprised, to feel the Force urging her in a rather familiar direction. Days blend into weeks, and soon, she was back within the confines of the Stygian Caldera, the large nebulous that had protected the Sith Empire during centuries and millennia.
During their travel, the two girls had learned more about each other, the blue-skinned humanoid telling her about her home world, peaceful and loving of the art, about how strange and out of place she’d often felt, until a passing Ranger had found her, brought her to the nearest Exploracorp’s base in the area – and suddenly, she’d found her path, and a new family.

Little by little, Saarai had started to admit to her own, admittedly strange past, first telling half-truth – eventually the whole of it.
Telling her how she’d been born out of time, on a planet considered as both mythical and quite ominous by Jedi nowadays. Of a family small, loving, and moved by an immutable resolve, a sense of duty she’d also integrated early on.
Saarai hadn’t understood, at first, why both her mortals and immortal parents insisted for her to discover the galaxy, before she took over their role as the mad god’s jailer.
She understood now.
Because it would be harder, in time, to leave the galaxy behind and step back into the depths of Korriban – but it would also have far more sense, now that she knew what she was protecting with her eternal watch.

The young pureblood Sith wasn’t quite ready to head back home just yet, probably wouldn’t be in a few decades. But there was one thing she knew only she, the daughter of Korriban, who’d fathered her whole specie, could do.
Brink them back into the galaxy, before she left it behind.
Finally separated the legacy of her red-skinned ancestors from that of those mad Dark Siders who’d taken their name as their own.
Naranee, with the deep empathy that characterized her specie, had been in awe, and had immediately pledged her help.

They hadn’t gone to Korriban, but deeper in the remnants of the Sith Empire, beyond Dromund Kaas – and to Jaguada, one of the numerous planets forgotten by the Republic and the Jedi.
There was something in the air, surrounding the planet, trying to tell them insistently that nothing there was interesting. It had taken all of Saarai’s not quite mortal’s soul to manage to push through it, and land the Ember in the depths of one of the numerous red canyons of the desert planet, so similar to the one where she’d been born.
Several more weeks, before the elusive people they could feel living on the planet, to finally allow themselves to be seen, once the two girls had finally proved themselves able to survive the wilderness of their planet.

Here, like they had once upon a time, the Sith lived as semi-nomadic clans, led by Kisai, priests with the strongest affinity to the Dark Side. All those clans lived side by side, periodically warring against each other – yet while their way of life was harsh and bloody, they weren’t infected by the same lack of empathy as the Siths of the Empire had eventually fallen to, their rigorous training teaching him to use their emotions, rather than be used by them.
Those were the Siths Saarai’s immortal parent remembered, in the early days of his world, before the first Dark Jedi had crashed on his world, mingling with the red-skinned specie, and eventually leading to an Empire of power and madness.
Those were the same Siths as the clan where Arkous himself had grown up, one of the last to learn of the old ways of his people.

And here, through the millennia, hidden by an impressive ritual, they’d endured, waiting for someone to find them, and lead them out into the galaxy once more.
The clan who’d welcomed them first was the Ki’kyanyak, the Clan of the Whisperers. The red-skinned people had taken them in – and it took the two of them some time to realize that they’d been adopted as children, learning of their way.
Weeks bled into night, before the two girls disappeared in the desert, coming back seven days later, bloodied and with a prey on their back, each having earned their status as adults among the Ki'kyanyak.

If it wasn’t for Arya’s MoonGame, that relayed to the demigoddesses new from the rest of the galaxy regularly, it would have been all too easy to forget about it all, and settle into a simple life among those people who were of her specie – people reputed as firmly xenophobic, yet had so easily adopted as their own Naranee once she’d gone through their rites, the Aruzan somehow settling among them just as easily as Saarai herself had.
Instead, rather than forgetting, Saarai became a voice – a voice, to remind the insular people about the rest of the galaxy.

They’d been rather dubious at first, reminding her about how viciously they’d been hunted by the Jedi – all of them, even those who hadn’t partaken in Naga Sadow’s old crusade, and had instead merely wanted to keep living according to their traditions, on their own worlds. They were right, of course, and the daughter of Korriban knew as much. It was something that had happened millennia before her birth, but her godly father had never forgotten, after all, how his planet had found itself emptied of its children.
It wouldn’t be without danger, she confirmed – but right now, out in the galaxy, the only one who bore the name of the Sith were foul, corrupted beings bent on senseless destruction. Wasn’t it more than time, for them to reclaim their name and their place, out in the wider world?

Not everyone was ready to leave their world – and not everyone had to leave their world – but by the time she’d gone from tribe to tribe, hundreds of people were following her, bypassing the name of Saarai for the title of Sith’ari.
When the Ember took off once more, over a year after it had landed on Jaguada, it was followed by several antiquated spaceships, several headed toward Korriban – just as much toward Tython’s Dark Sided moon.
Saarai herself, still followed by Naranee, was heading back toward Tython itself – where, she knew, the woman who’d become her best friend would finish her Great Journey this time. Despite the three-months old baby in her arms.

¤.¤.¤

Obi Wan’s first stop had been to Mandalore – he’d promised to Satine, after all, that he’d been there when the time came.
And, now, the Force told him, after years of war, it was finally time.
The Kyr’tsad had been rooted out, little by little, from the sector, and though the Trade Federation still hadn’t been sanctioned in any way, they were now deep enough into committees and investigations by the Senate, that they couldn’t supply the terrorist Mandalorians anymore.

“So, have you finally dragged Jango to your bed?”
Obi Wan’s eyes shone with mirth as he dodged under Satine’s rather skillful fist, that was, along with the crimson blush on her cheek, more than enough of an answer.
“I don’t think there’s ever been a Jorad’alor who was the Mand’alor’s cyar’ika!” he taunted her, not dodging this time, as she was dragging him in a hug
“I missed you, dikut. Not matter how annoying you can be!”
“It’s part of his charm.” a familiar voice echoed, Bo Katan, looking both far more laid back and deadly than he’d ever seen her, commented

He couldn’t help but smile fondly once more, as he saw the two sisters, far better versions of themselves than those he’d know in his first life.
“He’s doing it again!” the elder sister complained, “Smiling as if he knew something we didn’t!”
He was taken aback by the insightful comment for an instant, then settled on answering, as honestly as was reasonable “Visions.” he told her, “I’ve had visions ever since I was a child, and you’re…” a proud smile, “So much better than you could have, the both of you!”
The two sisters shared a glance, and somehow, he got the feeling that Force sensitivity or not, visions or not, they understood precisely what he meant.
“All thanks to you, your strange master, and his even stranger wife.” Satine told him honestly, a happy smile on her lips, “But enough about what could have been… It’s time to end this war, don’t you think?”

“It’s time indeed.” he agreed
After all – Tor Vizla and the last of his men had finally been rooted to Zanbar, a swamp moon that had stood all but empty across the millennia, as it had no outstanding resources. Clearly, it had made it ideal for the Kyr’tsad’s leader, who’d established his headquarters there – and it had worked indeed, given the years it had taken before they finally managed to track him down.
But now the Haat Mando’ade and New Mandalorians were ready to finish this war, the latter having nearly donned away with their pacifist ideals after so many years of bloody war across the sector.
Having finally remembered that while peace was good – sometimes it had to be earned in war.
For this last assault, they were going all out, the Jedi Corps and New Mandalorians taking care of most of the logistical support, field hospitals already ready to be deployed in an old repurposed freighter – and the Haat Mando’ade’s fleet, mainly composed of small but deadly starships, was heading out.

The space battle had been quick but bloody, but the bombardiers had soon done their job, breaking through the last Kyr’tsad’s base’s shields, and letting the Mandalorians warriors touch ground.
Quickly, Obi Wan found himself at the front of the charge, side by side with Jango, the elder Kyrze sister not too far.
“You are wasted on the Jedi!” the Mand’alor laughed while another fighter in black armor went down under his blade, “Just like that master of yours or his wife!”
“Well then, it’s a good thing we’re not quite Jedi anymore.” he quipped, happy to realize that he was finally ready to admit it
It felt strangely liberating to declare, after a lifetime spent restraining himself to conform to standards that had felt so constricting – constantly trying to hide his talent for war, for fear that Qui-Gon thought him fallen. But now, Xanathos had found stability in his life, and the Qui-Gon who was training Tiplee and Tiplar was far different from the broken man who’d raised him once upon a time – just like Obi Wan had changed.

“This is why Jedi are guardians rather than warriors, eh?” he heard Bo Katan mused not too far from them, “Because when they’re warriors, they become scary bastards like you!” she laughed wildly, “The world needs a few people like you and me, but not too much!”
“That’s what regular Jedi and people like your sister are for.” he agreed – because while the galaxy was far too dangerous for it to ever be rid of warriors, it also needed peacemakers to deal with the aftermath of battle
The elder Kyrze sister laughed loudly, clearly agreeing – something she wouldn’t have in his previous life, but unquestionably, becoming an armorer’s apprentice had done wonder for the brash girl!
Traitors to the old ways they claimed to be protecting the Kyr’tsad may be, they were still ruthless warriors, so each meter gained within their last base was hardly won.

Until finally, they were facing Tor Vizla himself – and this time, there would be no fleeing for the man.
With a familiar hiss, the black blade of the Darksaber.
Obi Wan didn’t hesitate, feeling the Force urging him forward, “Jango!”
The man automatically caught the item thrown his way – eyes widening as he realized he now had Obi Wan’s own lightsaber in hands. The man nodded gratefully, having spent enough time with Jedi by now, to realize that they did lend their weapons to just anyone.

The lime green blade came to life, the man, thought not Force sensitive, using it skillfully enough that it spoke of hours and hours of training – clearly, Arkous hadn’t been the only one to help prepare him for this confrontation.
The returned Jedi took out his secondary weapons, grateful that Arkous and Arya had both ensured he’d be just as competent with them as his lightsaber.
Between his blaster and the discreet shoto lightsaber he’d made with his previous Kyber crystal, he was still deadly, thought he now fought more like a Shadow than a guardian. In the large room where most fights were over, only Pre Vizla, Tor’s son, was still fighting – just as skilled and ruthless as his father.
The two clan member fell within seconds of each other – and the Haat Mando’ade shouted their victory.

Of course, while the battle was over, and peace finally won, it would be years before the Mandalorian sector recovered from their lengthy civil war.
But there were already squads from the Agricorp, ready to replace the fighters, and Satine, who’d recently replaced her father as Jorad’alor, had been preparing for the aftermath of the war for a long time.
Obi Wan smirked, while Jango gave him his weapon back with a thankful nod – the Sith had tried to break the Mandalorians, who’d always been a dangerous people. Instead, he’d gained a fearsome new enemy – because right now, they may be partying and enjoying their victory, there was no mistaking the eerie similar glint in Jango and Satine’s eyes.
Neither had forgotten that there was still a hidden backer, who’d urged the Kyr’tsad forward.
Another enemy, still hidden, that they had no intention to forget about.

[Achievement unlocked!
War Won(Mandalorian Civil War): +400 XP]

¤.¤.¤

Obi Wan had stayed a week after the end of the battle – and it had been a nearly uninterrupted week of revelry and festivities among the Mandalorians, reminding him once more that those people fought hard – and partied even harder.
This time it hadn’t been offers for adoption that he’d had to dodge left and right, but outright seduction attempts, and even wedding proposals, from men and women alike.
The two Kyrze sisters found the situation hilarious – and he was pretty sure both had managed some damning holo records of the different ways he’d taken to avoid those who wanted him in their bed. And both sisters, he knew, had become rather close to some of his Temple friends over the year – Satine and Bant got along pretty well, and even stranger, Bo Katan had become very close with Bruck, his childhood nemesis with whom he’d become rather friendly over the years…

A few weeks later, he was back on Coruscant.
“So.” a tired sigh, “I’m guessing there’s more to this mission if you’re mentioning it?”
“The one calling for help are genocidal assholes who hadn’t expected the people whose children they were eating to rebel.”
The master of the Jedi order let out a string of expletives, rather impressive – thought Obi Wan didn’t begrudge him the reaction, since he’d had pretty much the same when he’d started to look a bit more into what was happening.
He had known, in the past-future, that there was more to the Huk war, than what was known – not that much was known about it, since it was a matter between a few planets of the Outer Rim, with only one specie advanced enough to be recognized by the Republic Senate.

But since Grievous, who’d given him so much trouble during the Clone Wars, was a member of the primitive specie that had been implicated in the conflict, and seemed to have gotten out of it with a burning hatred for the Jedi, he’d decided to dig a bit more.
So instead of heading back directly to the Jedi temple, he’d put on the smuggler attire Arya had kept for him on the SandwalkingMooka, and headed toward the other side of the galaxy.
Finding a job for Huk and Kalee hadn’t been too hard once he’d spent a few hours in a cantina in Baramorra, the region, so close to Wild Space, always bustling with all sorts of people from the underworld.

Once on the Yam’rii’s world, it hadn’t taken much more than a walk in the capital’s city center before he realized something odd was going on.
The Kalee slaves, while he didn’t approve of, he wasn’t too surprised to see.
What he hadn’t expected was the keen feeling of anger and despair when some of them passed by some areas.
The restaurants and other places dealing with food.
Digging a bit more discretely – something that would have been harder in the Core Worlds, but thought more technologically advanced than others in the area, the Yam’rii still weren’t on par with Core technology levels, especially giving that he had decades of future knowledge to lean on.
That was when he’d discovered that the insectoid specie’s current favorite delicacy was eggs.
Kaleesh’s eggs, to be precise.

Master Adi Gallia’s speech to the Senate had been a masterpiece, and by now, her padawan was doing quite a bit of the work in her place – this was a change Obi Wan really hadn’t expected, Siri Tachi becoming a diplomat rather than the Shadow she’d been. Apparently, things were eventful enough, nowadays, in the Senate, that she hadn’t grown to resent her master’s calling like she had before.
And while the fearsome duo were tearing into the senators who’d been part of the committee in charge of establishing whether the Yam’rii’s demand for help was legitimate, or the Kaleesh’s rebuttal warranted – Obi Wan was heading back toward the warring planets, and he was not alone.
“I can’t believe you’re the one leading this mission! Why are you the one leading this mission? I’m a knight now! You still have the kiddy-braid!” Quinlan wailed dramatically, sprawling his lean body on the mess’ sofa
“Please, we all know he’s not getting out of this braid before he’s like master level or something!” answered Bruck, mirth lighting up his eyes, and the bead of a senior padawan on his braid – just as the journeyman ones for the Edu and Peace Corps

Since his master couldn’t leave Coruscant for too long, given that he was a crèche master, the boy had been going on longer assignment with other teams here and there to gain some experience – and had volunteered for Obi Wan’s hastily brought together teams.
Sehn and Feemor were there too, though in their own, more Jedi looking ship, and the boy commanded their team, this mission clearly a part of his formal trial for knighting – heading toward Huk while the Sandwalking Mooka was going toward Kalee.
Both also had wings of starfighters with them, as they doubted that the Yam’rii would take kindly to the fact that the Jedi were here to root them out of Kalee, and free their slaves – but by formally asking for help from the Galactic Senate, they’d also sworn to follow the Republic’s laws.

And while they weren’t always respected, they were still quite clear – and eating sentient specie was the kind of taboo that wouldn’t leave anyone indifferent once it was revealed.
Giving the Jedi enough leeway to take advantage of the situation and deal with the slavery along the way.
As for sanctions – none among them doubted that Adi Gallia and Siri Tachi would manage to wrangle some harsh ones.
Both against the Yam’rii, and those who’d been supporting their plea for help in the Senate – the Trade Federation among them.
“So, general Kenobi, what’s the plan?”

The title was say in a joking manner, but still startled him – he still remembered how his fellow padawans and initiates had called him that, mockingly, when he was still under probation after his return from Melidaan the first time around, then how the title had become far heavier, decades later, when the Clone Wars had started.
He’d hated the title back them, hated how it symbolized all the lives resting on his shoulders, on his every decision, yet still knowing there was no one better than him for the job.
This time, he realized – he didn’t resent the title anymore.
It was still as heavy, sure enough – but now, he wasn’t afraid of it anymore.

Throwing the nearest cushion toward Quinlan, and promptly ignoring his flaying, he answered, “We’ll be taking advantage of Sehn’s team to take the Yam’rii by surprise on Kalee.” a smirk, “After all, they won’t expect smugglers to work with the Jedi, will they?”
“Remind me why you’re not a shadow again?” Bruck mumbled a few moments later, as he discovered what filled the holds and smuggling compartments of the light freighter
Obi Wan smiled smugly — he’d learned his lesson, from their trip on Melidaan, and clearly Quinlan had too, given how his eyes were taking in the freight with clear approval in his eyes.
Weapons, food, medicine, construction droids.
He hadn’t managed to gather quite as much as they had the previous time, but he’d only had two weeks to gather this, and hopefully, the situation wouldn’t be as bad for the Kaleesh as it had been for the Young.

After all, this was a people of warriors they were going to help this time. A people skilled enough that they’d manage to turn the tables on their technologically superior assailants.
It was the Kaleesh’s war leader himself that met with them, as they landed in one of the war encampments that surrounded the areas occupied by the Yam’rii.
Qymaen jai Sheelal.
Grievous.

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 escapes the Korriban Academy and is recruited by Cipher Eleven (3654 BBY / 0 ATC)

4325.323.0 CRC – Deaknal (Born from the Wind) Raheth (Sandwalker) adopts Arya Lunika (3652 BBY / 2 ATC)
4328.444 CRC – Return to the Empire, Deaknal promoted (3649 BBY / 5 ATC)
4330.974 CRC – Lyn’Me escapes Korriban (3647 BBY / 7 ATC)
4331.165.0 CRC – re-birth of Padfoot, Arya leaves Dromund Kaas on her first solo mission (3646 BBY / 8 ATC)
4331.721 CRC – finding of the vergeance and re-birth of Blanche on Lothal (3646 BBY / 8 ATC)

4332.211 CRC– finding the vergeance of Ossus (3645 BBY / 9 ATC)
4332.231 CRC– return on Dromund Kaas (3645 BBY / 9 ATC)
4332.315 CRC– mission on Nal Hutta starts (3645 BBY / 9 ATC)
4333.164 CRC– arrival of Ketan Seva on Nal Hutta (3644 BBY / 10 ATC)
4333.333 CRC– Arya becomes Cipher Seven (3644 BBY / 10 ATC)
4333.923 CRC– Darth Arkous becomes a member of the Dark Council, Deaknal is promoted from Keeper to Minister (3644 BBY / 10 ATC)
4334.233 CRC– Dash.a Ellan becomes a Privateer for the Republic (3643 BBY / 11 ATC)

4334.762 CRC– War starts again (3643 BBY / 11 ATC)
4334.943 CRC– re-birth of Kagetsu (3643 BBY / 11 ATC)
4334.954 CRC– death of Sel-Makor (3643 BBY / 11 ATC)
4335.625 CRC– birth of Jela’Me, son of Lyn’Me and Xenloth Nor (3642 BBY / 12 ATC)
4337.172 CRC– death of Vitiate’s Voice in the Empire (3640 BBY / 14 ATC)

4340.835 CRC– battle against Revan (3637 BBY / 17 ATC)
4340.064 CRC– destruction of Ziost (3637 BBY / 17 ATC)
4341.174 CRC– Eternal Empire offensive (3636 BBY / 18 ATC)
4341.342 CRC– Arya wakes up (3636 BBY / 18 ATC)
4341.461 CRC– visit on Tython (3636 BBY / 18 ATC)
4341.512 CRC– defeat against the Eternal Empire, death of Darth Marr, Arya in cryostasis (3636 BBY / 18 ATC)
4346.364 CRC– Arya rescued and waked up (3631 BBY / 23 ATC)

4346.415 CRC– battle of Asylum (3631 BBY / 23 ATC)
4346.061 CRC– journey to Odessen’s core (3631 BBY / 23 ATC)
4346.074 CRC– Firebrand’s assault on Zakuul’s infrastructures (3631 BBY / 23 ATC)
4347.122 CRC– Arcann’s retaliation (3630 BBY / 24 ATC)
4347.413 CRC– assault on Zakuul (3630 BBY / 24 ATC)
4348.272 CRC– battle against Tenebrae (3659 BBY / 25 ATC)

4351.xxx CRC– Arkous starts living on Tython (3656 BBY / 28 ATC)
4383.xxx CRC– death of Deaknal (3624 BBY / 60 ATC)
4408.xxx CRC– death of Xenloth and Lyn’Me (3599 BBY / 85 ATC)
4439.xxx CRC– Aayla’Me becomes Grand Master (3568 BBY / 116 ATC)
4517.xxx CRC– death of Aayla’Me (3590 BBY / 194 ATC)
4568.xxx CRC– Arkous takes Arya’s pod to Coruscant (3539 BBY / 245 ATC)
6945.354 CRC– birth of Fay (1031 BBY / 2621 ATC)
6976.xxx CRC– Ruusan Reformation, Fay gives up her lightsaber (1000 BBY / 2652 ATC)
7080.075 CRC– birth of Yoda (896 BBY / 2756 ATC)
7919.653 CRC– birth of Obi Wan Kenobi (57 BBY / 3598 ATC)
7930.234 CRC– return of Obi Wan Kenobi, awakening of Arkous (46 BBY / 3598 ATC)

7930.262 CRC– awakening of Arya (46 BBY / 3598 ATC)
7930.265 CRC– second anti-poison (46 BBY / 3598 ATC)
7930.471 CRC– Obi Wan becomes Arkous’ padawan (46 BBY / 3598 ATC)
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)

7933.415 CRC– Obi Wan becomes senior padawan (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.523 CRC– Order reformation (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.612 CRC– Arkous and Obi Wan’s return to Mandalore (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.631 CRC– Arya and Saarai’s arrival on Rattatak (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.712 CRC– Ky Narec an Asajj Ventress arrive on Coruscant (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.874 CRC– Arkous and Obi returns from Mandalore (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.875 CRC– Arya and Saarai escort the new Je’daii prospect to Tython (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.912 CRC– Ona Nobis captured by Noor R’aya (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.014 CRC– arrival on Kegan (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7933.052 CRC– talk with Arkous (43 BBY / 3601 ATC)
7934.145 CRC– Yaddle completes the Great Journey (42 BBY / 3602 ATC)
7934.213 CRC– start of Arkous and Obi Wan third rotation on Mandalore (42 BBY / 3602 ATC)
7934.345CRC– Shmi becomes pregnant (42 BBY / 3602 ATC)
7934.432CRC– Trade Federation activities suspended in the Mandalore Sector (42 BBY / 3602 ATC)
7934.462 CRC– Tholme completes the Great Journey (42 BBY / 3602 ATC)
7934.463CRC– Shmi becomes Vokara Che’s padawan (42 BBY / 3602 ATC)
7934.515CRC– Arkous an Obi returns to Coruscant (42 BBY / 3602 ATC)
7934.563 CRC– Qui-Gon completes the Great Journey (42 BBY / 3602 ATC)

7934.671CRC– Obi Wan’s first lesson in Force Lightning (42 BBY / 3602 ATC)

7934.834 CRC– Dooku completes the Great Journey (42 BBY / 3602 ATC)
7934.075 CRC– arrival of the Council of First Knowledge on Tython (42 BBY / 3602 ATC)
7935.112CRC – Arya awakens the Unfettered Mooka (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.123CRC – birth of Anakin at Mahara Kesh (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.243 CRC– Knighting of Komari Vosa, Xanathos completes the Great Journey, Qui-Gon takes Tiplar and Tiplee as padawans (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.264 CRC– Saarai finds the Ember (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.311 CRC– Knighting of Quinlan Vos (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.312 CRC– the First Council heads back to Coruscant (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.342 CRC– Obi Wan arrives on Mandalore (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.363 CRC– Saarai and Naranee arrives on Jaguada (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.411 CRC– Arya and Arkous enter the Maw (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.454 CRC– end of the Mandalorian Civil War (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.524 CRC– Arya and Arkous leave the Maw (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.552 CRC– beginning of the Jedi intervention on Huk and Kalee (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)

7935.021 CRC– Saarai becomes the Sith’ari (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)

7936.415 CRC–Saarai and Naranee returns on Tython(40 BBY / 3604 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, LV75):+75 Physical Defense
FuurinKiba (weapon, leveling, LV75): +1 AG, +77 Cutting Damages
- Saya(enhancement): +10 Force Reservoir
KageShin (weapon, leveling, LV75): +1 WIS, +77 Shadow Damages
ShiroInu Tessen (weapon, leveling, LV75): +1 LUCK, +75 Cutting Damages
Trill-181 prototype (weapon, leveling, LV75, adaptable: blaster gun/carbine/rifle): +75/77/80 Energy Damages
Arkous’ Shoto Saber (weapon, leveling, LV75): +1 AG, +77 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: Spaceship Crafter
(4XP)New Familiar: Unfettered Mooka
(2bXP)New Familiar Perk: Living Vessel / Ancient Heart / The Heart of Ancient Friends / Home is Where the Heart Is / Protective Heart / Warring Heart (Unfettered Mooka)
(4bXP)New Force Bond: unfettered Mooka
(4XP)New Title: Grand Master of the New Je’daii Order

(2bXP)LV MAX Proficiency: Imbuing / Mechanic

(2bXP)Scholar Rank: Je’daii

(bXP FR, 10bXP)Vergeance: Celestia(Light Side) / Celestia(Dark Side)
(XP)Planet: Kessel / Celestia / Jaguada / Huk / Kalee

(5XP)Gods Helped: Celestia

(bXP) Named opponent vanquished: Mother(Abeloth)
(4XP) War won: Mandalorian Civil War

current XP: 52 420
current LV: 76
XP to next level: 635

ARYA LUNIKA AGE 33 LV 76

BODY: Agility (15/1:16) / Strength (12/1:13) / Endurance (11/2:13)
MIND: Intelligence (12/2:14) / Willpower (16/3:19) / Wisdom (14/8:22)
Heart: Presence (10/5:15) / Instinct (13/4:17)
UNIQUE: Luck (37) / Element (38) / Godly (28)