Game On Further! 1.0

XVI. 7942.415to 7944.361 CRC

[Achievement unlocked!
Planet visited(Sojourn): +100 XP]

“Dasha Ellan,” a gravely voice, distorted by a rebreather mused, “It is, my dear, truly a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.”
“You flatter me. Our Green Moon House is merely a modest gathering of like-minded people.”
The Muun laughed, the sound dry and painful, a glint in his eyes clearly conveying he didn’t believe a word of her humble description.
“Yet,” he mused “You’ve managed to make your name known in some circle, in barely a couple of years.”
“I tend to be somewhat stubborn in my beliefs.”

“Yes, and quite a few slavers have found themselves informed of your opinion quite definitively.”
“I wasn’t the one who put a price on their head,” she demurred, “I merely had the pleasure of executing the contract.”
“Mixing work and pleasure, was it?”
“Precisely.” a dangerous smile danced on her lips, “Something I dare say you know something about, don’t you?”
“How perceptive.”

“And you’re not afraid of rising the ire of say,” his hand waved in the general direction of a Hutt, not too far, retinue around her, and speaking with multiple high-ranking members of different underground syndicates “the Hutts?”
“I can defend myself.” she contradicted, “Just like all the members of our House. Small doesn’t mean incompetent.”
“Indeed it doesn’t.” the Muun agreed, “after all, from what I’ve heard, you’ve already successfully avoided over a dozen murder attempts.”
“Hitman dumb enough to take a hit on a licensed bounty hunter don’t really rate a mention.” she answered, disdain dripping from her voice, “Besides, I’m far from their largest problem right now.”
“Right.” the other agreed, “The Mandalorians. I’ve heard the new Mand’alor has something of a crusade against slavery himself.”

“More like he needed to point his warriors toward something productive.” Arya couldn’t help but laugh
Really, it was too bad that the Muun already reeked of corruption – he was an interesting conversationalist, and among the most reasonable people in the gathering of criminals he was heading. And more impressing, despite how deeply encroached in the Dark Side he was, the man had managed to hold on his sanity – and slow the corruption.
“Indeed.” the Muun agreed, “bored Mandalorians are dangerous.”
Hours went by, the revelries ongoing.

During a time, the famous Sojourn gatherings had nearly disappeared, and all had thought that Hego Damask’s star was waning – but instead, he’d recently taken a new interested in the wider galaxy, starting around the time when Abeloth had been defeated, and even moreso since the Convocation of the Force.
The veneer of civilization was quick to wane, while politicians and underground bosses mingled, jeering around the gladiatorial arena, participating themselves in hunts on the exotic creatures brought precisely for that purpose from all around the world – not to mention the more lascivious part of the festivities.
Arya expertly hid her disgust, and was reassured to notice through her Soul sense that she wasn’t the only one – but there was no choice but to endure for now, as, just like she’d told Hego, her House may have become famous, it was still small.

She may know well how to pretend and laugh in the face of danger, she understood all too well how the game was played, and right now, she didn’t have the logistical support of the Empire’s Secrets Services, nor the might of the Vongola to help her.
Three days went by, and things were starting to settled down – when the event Arya had been waiting for finally happened.
The sky drowned in golden, a loud sound echoing loudly as something exploded against the large shield reflector of the fortress where the gathering was held.

[Achievement unlocked!
Skirmish won(Sojourn): +100 XP]

“Oh!” an amused voice echoed, “What an unexpected firework you’ve orchestrated for us!”
“All the honor should go to the brave man who dared to hire someone against me.” Hego Damask contradicted with an amused smirk at the unsuccessful attempt, making a holo-recording appear in the middle of the gigantic casino room, “Please, a round of applause for King Ars Veruna of Naboo.”
There was surprised whispering, and amused comments going all around the room.
The people only became more gleeful when it became evident that the man was already captured, and being dragged toward the arena where bounty hunters, slaves, and beasts had been fighting to death all day long.

“So, what do you think?” the Muun mused, “How long will he last?”
A holoscreen lit above the arena, announcing the next beast to appear – and people started to take their bets. In the end, the man lasted all of five minutes, before he was torn apart by the gigantic Pantran Whitefang.
“I won’t touch his family, just like you made me promise.” Hego told her as she watched with apparent indifference the beast make quick work of its latest meal, “Though I can’t promise the same of the other people here.”

“Most of them won’t care, it’s pretty evident you were the target.” she shrugged – though many underworlder were vindictive bastards, most here would be more pragmatic about the situation, Arya could feel
And the only who really felt angry, she knew the Sith himself would take care of.
After all, Hego Damask didn’t take kindly to betrayal.

¤.¤.¤

“It seems we now have a common enemy.” said Sith told her, “We should meet again.” he told her, a hidden promise of blood in his eyes, as he glanced toward Gardulla Besadii the Elder, who now looked furious
“It seems so.” she agreed with a wild smile, “I’ve heard Tatooine is quite hospitable at this time of the year.”
This made the man laugh – everyone who’d ever heard about the dust-ball knew it never qualified for anything close to hospitable, after all.
“What an obnoxious bastard.” Baze was muttering a few hours later, as Chirrut and him had been keeping an eye on her from above with the Unfettered Mooka, “So, is he the Sith, or just a regular asshole?” the now nineteen-year-old wondered

“Oh, there’s no wonder he’s a Banite Sith.” Arya told him, “Though he hides himself well enough that even Jedi Sentinels or fellow Sith would have difficulties noticing it, something he’s expertly taught his apprentice.”
“But just killing him won’t just suddenly resolve the Banite Sith problem.” Chirrut mused
“Indeed.” Arya nodded, “Honestly, from what I could feel from him, he’s dangerous, but mostly playing around.”
“Which is why you played bait.” Baze concluded, “You had to make him interested to be able to see him again, since the Green Moon isn’t that big.”
“Exactly.”

“Still,” the teen rolled his eyes, “when you all but coerced me into becoming your padawan, I didn’t think it would mean becoming an expert bounty hunter and part of an underground syndicate.”
“The Green Moon House is a perfectly legal charity institution who helps former slaves to reinsert themselves in the normal world.” Chirrut told him with an angelic smile and a deadpan tone that made Arya all but burst in pride at how cute her two padawans were
“And it just so happens that there’s a syndicate with the same name that also kills slavers and dismantles slaver-rings.” Baze answered in kind, “Yes, yes. I’ve heard you tell as much to the Jedi multiple times!”
“Yet somehow they never seem to quite believe me.” Arya said in a bemused tone

“They don’t dig either.” Baze pointed out, “Which is as good as a seal of approval from them.”
It was true – and they all knew it.
While the Je’daii didn’t mind Arya’s latest endeavor to make Dasha Ellan a renowned enough figure in the underworld that she’d managed to wrangle an invitation to Sojourn’s gathering in barely two years, it was a bit much for the Jedi, Shadow excepted.
But while they couldn’t approve, given their standards of moral – they’d also not asked much about the topic. Which, just like Baze said, was as good as a seal of approval from them.

Obi Wan and Arkous hadn’t really been surprised when Arya had told them that to gain Hego Damask’s attention, she’d create a whole new crime syndicate.
A bit more – when her first step had been to recruit Shmi, and create a charity.
But just like the goddess had expected, while some former slaves managed to adapt back to regular life, most couldn’t.
For some, it was simply a matter of helping them a bit to get used to a different life, giving them some grounding and education with the help of the Educorp, and set them with some small funding to start a new life.

Others were still hunted by their owners, or too jaded to ever be able to live as regular citizens of the Galactic Republic. Those, often, ended up making their life either in the freedom trailer, or as smugglers and other underworlder.
Those were the ones who became the shadow side of the Green Moon House.
The second step was ensuring they had an intelligence network as close to perfection as possible – and most of the Green Moon made this easily achievable. After all – most of the rich and powerful didn’t give a second glance to those they owned and abused. But the Amavikkan recognized their own children.

The third step was ensuring the safety of the House’s people, and for that, naturally, it was the yanariya that came into play. The Green Moon agents may not be the more powerful – but it didn’t really matter, when no one could really find them.
Then Arya ensured that all those who wanted to register as bounty hunters, or take hits on the slavers, were correctly trained.
Within six months, the Green Moon House was taking its first hits, all around the galaxy, and while Dasha Ellan, their leader, was doubtlessly the more famous among them, she wasn’t the only one whose reputation grew.
Within a year, they were known as a syndicate that focused on slavers, and didn’t shy from crime, but didn’t condone slavery of any kind, nor dealt in heavy drugs.

Some people had laughed at their morals at first, but the House’s continued existence was the best rebuttal for these people.
Naturally, she’d offered Chirrut and Baze to keep them out of her ongoing project – there was more than enough training and studying to be found on Tython while she was away, after all. But both had refused.
Baze, despite having never been enslaved, took to the Green Moon’s values with unsuspected enthusiasm, already old enough to realize the galaxy wasn’t really a kind place. Chirrut, while younger, also had a keen link to the Force, which didn’t really shine in outward applications, but was unmistakable in his powerful visions, his keen insight, and his instinctive grasp of body enhancement, and naturally making him a powerful empath.
Nine months to the day after they’d become her padawan, the two teenagers had come back from a walk around Nar Shaddaa's seedier quarters with a new tattoo of a Green Moon on their shoulder, and the fledgling master-apprentice bond they’d been building slowly suddenly snapped into place – MoonGame automatically unlocking for the two of them along the way.

[Achievement unlocked!

New Force Bond(2): 2*400 XP]

[Chirrut Înwe and Baze Malbus unlocks MoonGame]

[Level up! Arya Lunika is now LV 92!
+ 1 SP]

Then finally, Arya had hit the jackpot – when Arkous and Obi Wan, who, along with their padawan, were focusing on the other Banite Sith, stumbled on an assassination plot aimed at Hego Damask.
Ars Veruna, the current king of Naboo, was currently going through his third mandate, and neck deep in multiple scandals.
And while the man was smart enough to realize that it was due to his former ally, Hego Damask’s now feeling he’s outlived his usefulness, and wanting to replace him at the head of the state – he was also dumb enough to betray the man in a way obvious enough that Arkous and Obi Wan stumbled on it.
In other words – the man’s days among the living were limited.

¤.¤.¤

It didn’t take much for the pair of Je’daii masters to realize he’d made some plan to unleash a particularly deadly bomb on the man’s favorite retreat of Sojourn – an engine of mass destruction he’d obtained thanks to the help of Gardulla, the greedy Hutt easily convinced to betray her trade partner in exchange for a favorable trade agreement with Naboo that mentioned indentured Gungan workers.
Arya didn’t have a second thought into selling him to the presumed Sith Lord to earn her invitation – and finally meet the guy, to determine if he really was a Banite Sith, and if needed, how to get rid of him. After all – while most of the people on Sojourn were lowlifes and bastards, there were thousands of slaves and creatures who hadn’t asked to be there, who would have died too, in the bastard’s crude plan to get rid of Hego Damask.
Merely studying Sojourn had been enough to make the goddess realize that Sith or not, Hego Damask II wouldn’t be an easy prey.

The moon’s network was so encrypted she doubted even the best hackers among the Shadows, or even her underworld contacts, could hack into it easily.
Access to the moon’s system was heavily monitored, and Sojourn itself was protected by an automatic defense system that would shoot at any unauthorized starship – something somehow allowed through the Galactic Republic laws, since the Muun owned the whole moon and its surrounding territorial space.
All in all, while she hadn’t known yet where the man stood in terms of Force powers, he was already a powerhouse in political and underworld influence, and a master-schemer of a caliber she’d rarely seen during her multiple lives.
Worryingly, the man Hego Damask II reminded her of the most, was the Millefiore famiglia’s boss, Byakuran, during her first life. And while the man hadn’t been the most powerful she’d encountered – he’d been among the most dangerous, among the mortals who’d come the closest to destroying their own world.

Having finally met the man – Arya could confirm her first impression.
The Banite Sith was merely playing a game.
Just like Byakuran once upon a time, he already knew he’d lost, yet kept on playing until the end, becoming all the more dangerous for it, given the strange, corrupted abominations she’d felt hidden in the depths of his fortress.
Right now, no matter how antsy both Arkous and Obi Wan felt at the idea of their partner playing cozy with the Muun, Arya knew that patience was still the name of the game.
Though, her curiosity may have been playing a part in helping her play the long game.
Hego Damask had called her barely days after his gathering.

“I was wondering if your Mandalorian friends would be interested in taking part in our jaunt to Tatooine?”
The question was playful, once more, but rather telling – no one else had noticed yet, after all, that the Mandalorians were often working with the Green Moon House. No one, but the Muun.
“I’ll ask Jango.” she agreed, not even bothering denying it
A few weeks later, Mandalorians, Green Moon House and the Damask Holding’s shadow agents were meeting on Nar Shaddaa.
“How daring of you,” Arya mused, rather amused, “to hold a gathering to plot the end of a Hutt on a Hutt world.”
“What is life without some danger, my dear?”

“My, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”
“Were I a few decades younger, and holding any interest in the pleasures of the flesh, I’m sure I would, dearest. You are just delightful, after all!” he agreed genially
Bo Katan, who’d been sent to lead the team of Haat Mando’ade sent by Jango Fett, rolled her eyes, “Yes, yes, we all know everyone loves just how terrifyingly dangerous our favorite smuggler is. Could we get down to the fun part, please?”
A muffled comment of, “You’re just sore you didn’t manage to drag her to your bed” was heard – Baze quickly having to dodge the shot heading his way.
Hego Damask II was looking politely amused, evidently knowing enough about Mandalorian not to have expected any kind of decorum from them.

“So Gardulla has gone to the ground in her personal fortress on Tatooine.” Bo Katan told them as if she hadn’t heard Baze’s comment,“And apparently, the rest of the Hutts aren’t helping her.”
“They’ve been made to understand that it would be unwise.” Hego agreed pleasantly – thought no one among them believed in any way his talk with the Syndicate had been any way pleasant
“They’ve still a replacement poised to take her place.” Arya pointed out, not bothering to hide her disgust
“If they can.” Hego Damask answered pointedly
“No help from the Syndicate, then?”
“Against mere slaves?” he laughed

Bo Katan laughed too, realizing what the other wasn’t saying – that the Syndicate hadn’t realized yet that the Mandalorians were involved.
Taking the control back from some slaves once Gardulla was dealt with wouldn’t be too hard, even for a young Hutt.
Taking control back from a government newly established by the Mandalorian?
That would be all but asking for war with the notoriously war-like people.
And the Hutts Syndicate wasn’t stupid. While they had both the money and numbers to squash the Mandalorians, they knew, and had been reminded recently, just like the rest of the galaxy, that the Mandalorians weren’t the kind to go quietly into the night.

Waging war against them would be long, bloody, and worst of all for the Hutts – costly.
All for an out-of-the-way, resourcefulness, dust-ball like Tatooine?
No sane Hutt would think it worth it.
“Well,” Arya smiled wildly, “I’ve always dreamed of conquering a planet.”
“Hasn't she already done it a few time?” a confused Baze whispered to Chirrut
“In official war, not with the syndicate.” his brother padawan answered matter-of-factly
Bo Katan laughed once more, echoed by the rasping sound of Hego Damask's own amusement.

¤.¤.¤

While they could have done things discreetly – there wasn’t really any need to.
Tatooine was a remote world, not even part of the Galactic Republic, so the Senate wasn’t giving it any thoughts – and the only ones who cared about the planet were people of the underworld, which meant they’d already heard about what had happened on Sojourn.
Someone had tried to kill the head of the Damask Holdings – and the Muun, in turn, was on the prowl.

Ars Veruna had schemed with several groups when planning his attempts.
Gardulla had already been abandoned by the Hutts.
The Bando Gora was doubling down, and had sent several assassins against him since the failed attempt on Sojourn.
As for the Black Sun, like always with the very old crime syndicate, there were dissensions within the different internal factions, which meant they wouldn’t bat an eye if those who’d played and lost died in turn.

What the underworld did take notice of – was with whom Hego Damask II had chosen to punish his preys.
The Green Moon House was still very new in the game, after all, and their rather clean politics of going against both slavery and hard-core drugs made them rather peculiar.
As for the Mandalorians, while it wasn’t too surprising to see them take any good pretext to fight, they’d also been more choosy of their allies now that the Haat Mando’ade had replaced the Kyr’tsad.
All in all, it made people wonder.
Arya knew all those people were reading far too much into the situation.
Hego Damask II wasn’t making some sort of grand statement by aligning with people that were very different from his usual pawns – no, the Banite Sith was having fun, for the first time in a very long time.
She smirked as after a rather quick and dirty space-fight, they finally landed.

[Achievement unlocked!

Skirmish won(Tatooine space-fight): +100 XP
Planet visited(Tatooine): +100 XP]

Between her hired hands and assassination droids, Gardulla had all but prepared an army to fight against them. There were even some more Dark Side users, with glowing eyes and strange face-masks – the Bando Gora was here too, apparently.
Of course, it wouldn’t be enough.
The battle was pretty straightforward, as Gardulla wasn’t the most subtle – her fortress stood not too far away from Mos Espa, near Northern Dune Sea.
The fortress was heavily guarded, naturally, with Nikto guards as her closest entourage, but also scores of other fighters from multiple species. But Mandalorians only considered the thick, reinforced walls as more of a challenge, Arya, her two padawan by her side, was doing wonders taking care of the heavy turrets.

As for Hego Damask – he’d sent his personal guards forward too, the group small but highly lethal.
They were also all Dark Siders, though they hid it well enough.
Soon enough, the walls were breached.
“Well,” the Muun mused, gallantly offering a hand to help Arya to get up from where she was sprawled on the sand, sniper-riffle in hands, “shall we have some fun too, my dear?”
She grinned, while he observed, approval glinting in his hands, how the long-ranged weapon was swiftly disassembled, leaving behind a smaller weapon.
Baze was eyeing the Trill-181 with envy, “One day, I’ll manage to find someone dumb enough to bet one of those multi-range beauties.”

“I sincerely doubt it,” the Muun couldn’t help but contradict with some amusement,” The Trill-181 is vintage, I’m honestly stunned your leader doesn’t keep it in a safe or a display case.”
“I’ve had this weapon since I was three years old, and I’ve been using it ever since.” Arya contradicted, “No way I’m stopping now just because it’s vintage.”
“This is a story you’ll have to tell me.” the Muun laughed at the statement
It didn’t take them long to reach the outer walls, where the fighters were already battling Gardulla’s men. Soon, Chirrut was the first to switch to a close-ranged weapon, having found a gnarly staff to replace his lightsaber staff when playing the smuggler, while Baze had replaced his sniper with a shotgun.
But of course, what had really aroused the Banite Sith’s curiosity was Arya’s katana, as most people used all kinds of vibroblades, but very few ever resorted to old style live blades.

And while there was nothing he could feel about KageShin through the Force, he was more than smart enough to notice just how scarily effective the weapon was, for something supposedly outdated.
Naturally, the goddess knew that, little by little, she was revealing that there was more to her than he knew – but far from making him back off in distrust, it only made him more curious.
After all, a game was always more interesting when two were playing.
It was when she was sending the deactivation signal that would prevent the slaves’ collars from exploding within Gardulla’s compound, that the Muun asked, “You were a slave, weren’t you?”
“I was.” she agreed, “It took me three years to escape, and I was caught within hours of escaping.” a laugh, “But instead of bringing me back, he recruited me, and ended up adopting me.”
The Muun laughed once more at that, rather startled by the unexpected story, “Yes, you’ll really have to tell me more about you, dear.”
“Only if you tell me about you.” Arya countered, “After all,” she mused as they entered the Hutts’ last bastion, “I really do wonder how someone as brilliant as you ended up as both a Banite Sith, and so utterly corrupted it's a miracle you’re still sane.”

The other looked barely surprised that she knew what he was, instead he merely said, “Ah well, if you know, I guess I don’t have to hold back.”
The change was instantaneous, and both terrifying and awe-inspiring.
Arya was impressed, once more. Because while Muun weren’t a specie particularly geared toward physical prowess – with the help of the Force, and intense physical conditioning, this Muun was an impressive warrior without a doubt.
And a ferocious one – all the madness and corruption usually carefully kept at bay behind the mask of the businessman, suddenly freed in a display of violence seldom seen among sentient beings.

[Achievement unlocked!

Named enemy vanquished(Gardulla): +250 XP
Battle won(Gardulla’s palace): +200 XP]

“Thank you for leaving that slug to me.”
Arya eyed the Banite Sith, stunned at how efficiently he’d managed to manage to wrestle his inner monster into the back of his mind, and put back on the veneer of civilization. Finally, she answered without showing any of her surprise, “It was only natural. You were the one she tried to double-cross, after all.”
While they’d killed the Hutt, Arya had no intention of leaving Tatooine just yet – after all, it would only leave the place open for another member of the Cartel to take over, which neither she nor the Mandalorians had any intention of letting happen.
Nor Hego Damask, who was far too entertained to leave like that.

In the next few weeks, they’d destroyed a few of the now dead Hutt’s strongest lieutenants on the planet, and instated a new government on the planet.
“I would have thought you’d have forbidden slavery.”
“As much as I would like to… That’s not what Tatooine needs right now.” Arya admitted regretfully
Something even other members of the Green Moon understood – after all, freedom was good and all, but without a roof over your head and some credits in your pockets, it couldn’t easily be more of a curse than a boon.
No, what she did was ensure that laws were put into place, to force the salve owners to treat their properties right, ensure their health, and outlaw harsh punishment.
Then, a system to allow the slaves to buy themselves back was also instated.

This was – more than what Arkous, her father and her had even managed in the Empire, and quickly, it was even showing signs of working better than what they’d ever managed back in the days.
Because Tatooine was a dust-ball, and here, slaves were precious, and their living conditions barely worse than those of regular free-people – beyond Hutts, few people were stupid enough to really mistreat them.
After all, buying a slave wasn’t cheap, and ill or wounded slaves couldn’t work.
On any of the luxury planets favored by the Hutts, the slaves were treated worse than beasts. But on Tatooine – just like on some declining industrial planets and other out-of-the-way dumps – slavery wasn’t really worse than regular life.

Barely a few months after the new government had been put into place by the Green Moon House, and the planet been formally declared under the Mandalorian’s protection – the first slave of slaves were either buying their freedom, or being freed by their former master.
But by then – Arya was already off planet.
It was only once they were leaving Tatooine, that Hego Damask had brought up the fact that Arya knew about his Force affinity.

¤.¤.¤

“I’m going to take a guess, and wager that you’re the one whose been making the Force and the future change so drastically?”
“I wasn’t alone in the effort.” she demurred
“No, no, you weren’t.” he agreed, watching her, “That’s not how you work, is it?” he mused, recalling their past few weeks on the desert planet, “You are skilled and ruthless, but you also gather people to you, and make them change so naturally they don’t even realize it until it’s too late…”
“Her husbands calls it her stray-gathering tendencies.” Chirrut chirped happily
The goddess rolled her eyes, but didn’t deny it – after all, the Banite Sith wasn’t wrong in his assessment.

“You’re not so antagonistic right now, for someone’s whose fury burned so hotly during the Convocation of the Force.”
“I still hadn’t understood that I was working against the Force itself.”
“Herself.” Arya contradicted, “And it should have been rather evident, what you’re aiming for isn’t balance any more than the Jedi’s own version of it.”
“Indeed not.” he agreed, knowing best about his line’s greed for power and domination, “So why aren’t you trying to kill me, like any Jedi would?”
“I’m not a Jedi, am I?”
Amusement rippled through the Force, as he agreed, “Indeed you aren’t. I’ve never met a Jedi so eager to rip slavers to shreds.”
“Only those that aren’t reasonable.”
Baze snorted, clearly sounding not convinced.

“So what next?” the Muun mused
“Well, there’s still the Bando Gora to take care of.” Arya mused
“That there are.” he agreed, “I guess we can finish the war we’ve started before settling matters between us.”
“I would have enjoyed a more peaceful solution,” Arya mused,” but with how the corruption is eating at your sanity, I’m afraid it's impossible.”
“Quite impossible.” he agreed, “If only you’d appeared a few decades earlier.”

“If only.” she agreed
Just like Byakuran had once he’d lost his game, she knew that Hego Damask could have been a great ally – but the Banite Sith himself realized that he was losing the fight against the madness that was slowly destroying him, no matter how much he tried to delay it.
So instead of fighting the inevitable, he was choosing his way to go.
“I’ve heard Bogden’s moon is lovely around this time of the year.”

[Achievement unlocked!
Planet visited(Kohlma): +100 XP]

“You always take me to such lovely places.” Arya mused as they landed on Kohlma
“Only the best for the most interesting woman I’ve had the chance to meet in decades.”
The moon, that served as a memorial for Bogden’s bloodiest war, was a cold, dark rock, with numerous mountains, some forests, that was nearly always plunged into darkness, as it moved just fast enough around its planet to rarely see the local sun’s light
The moon radiated not only the Dark Side, but also pure evilness and corruption.
She glanced at her two padawan, who, while they’d progressed far faster than anyone but her had expected, still weren’t ready to face darkness so malevolent even Shadows would hesitate before proceeding further.

With a mental command, her familiars got out of the UnfetteredMooka, all three in their smaller size, and she unceremoniously plopped Blanche on Chirrut’s head, and Padfoot on Baze’s.
Both immediately started to curl their aura around the two young Force users, under the Banite Sith’s intrigued eyes.
It was the first time he saw her three familiar, as they were recognizable enough that they’d had to avoid showing themselves when she was playing Dasha Ellan.
“A loth-wolf, a tuk’ata and an inferno-vulptilla.” he recognized, “All three supposedly extinct.” he glanced toward her, suddenly realizing, “Just like your blaster is antique, your freighter so ancient it's a wonder it's still flying, your blade positively ancient…”
“I was born in 4316 CRC.” Arya answered honestly, not seeing the point of lying about it

After all, Hego Damask had realized just as she had, from the moment they’d stepped foot on the ground – that with how eaten with corruption he was, there was no way he could leave this moon drowning in darkness and even worse corruption sane. And that she would kill him, before unleashing the terror of an insane Hego Damask on the galaxy.
So while they wandered through the millions of graves of the moon of the dead, she talked to him – about Arya Lunika, rather than of the front of Dasha Ellan.
Naturally, it hadn’t taken long for the Bando Gora’s assassins to find them – and soon, they were talking and fighting, all the while making their way toward the Dark Side sect’s headquarters.
She’d made Chirrut and Baze take out their lightsaber as soon as the first fighters had happened upon them – regular fighters and droid, they may deal with other weapons, but against the Bando Gora, they wouldn’t be enough.
There was a reason why the sect had such a fearsome reputation.

Mad, and corrupted they may be – there was no denying the effectiveness of the training and brainwashing their members went through. This was why, despite years of tracking, the Jedi, not even the Shadows among them, had managed to purge the sect.
Three attempts had been made over the years – each time, the Jedi had been either massacred or captured and converted.
Within a few hours, Chirrut and Baze were exhausted, the two padawan not used to the incessant assault of the darkness on their senses, and that despite Blanche and Padfoot’s protection – not to mention the incessant attacks, either from the assassins, or the local fauna.
“Well,” decided Arya, eyeing a nearby cave, “Let’s take a break.”
The four of them quickly went through the practiced motions of making camp for the night, and the Je’daii master was encouraging her pupils to sleep – while she kept on speaking with the Banite Sith.
Hego Damask hadn’t needed much prodding, before talking about himself.

¤.¤.¤

Most of it hadn’t been surprising – a training based on terror, torture, and deprivation by his Sith master, earning the name of Darth Plagueis, then founding and grooming his successor. But some things, Arya hadn’t expected – the fact that he’d tried to do away with a thousand years of tradition, and get rid of the Rule of Two that the Banite Sith had religious kept to for so long, for example.
“Though I’m afraid that my dear pupil is too old-fashion to agree with me.” he admitted, sounding somewhat amused, “I’ve made him so afraid of any power that wasn't his own, that he can’t fathom that I have no interest in his scheming and politicking.”
Because he may have done his part for decades, in furthering the Grand Plan – Plagueis didn’t care about it that much, far more fascinated by the mysteries of the Force.

Which was why, he’d left it all to his apprentice, while he delved in his own interest, searching for eternal life to allow himself more time to study – something quite reminiscent of Orochimaru, Arya realized.
Lives-times ago, this would have terrified her.
But while she still had nightmares, from the mad shinobi’s laboratories, she’d also managed to forgive him enough to save him. Even if she had taken her revenge along the way.
Like she’d told her friends then – hatred wasn’t something an immortal could cling to, or she would be the one poisoned by it in the end.
Which maybe why she wasn’t as virulent against the Banite Sith as she could have been.
She’d kill him in the end – they both knew about it.
But in the meantime, they both enjoyed each other’s company, connecting on an intellectual level in a way she did with very little people – most of them either dear friends, family, or lovers. Or sworn enemies.

It took them over a week to reach the Bando Gora’s fortress.
In the space of those few days, Chirrut and Baze had progressed tremendously – be it in their fighting prowess, self-healing mental-defenses abilities, but also, amusingly enough, in their understanding of the Force.
Which may or may not be tied with the fact that Plagueis was able to lecture about strange Force knowledge and philosophies while killing dangerous creatures just as easily as Arya could – though he often spoke about Dark Side knowledge, while the Je’daii knew about things both Dark and Light.

The fight for the fortress seemed endless, hours after hours of fighting, both padawans ending exhausted, all four of them covered in blood – and sometime during the fight, the fledgling bond between Chirrut and Baze had blossomed, become a Force bond so strong the two of them could fight as one, as if sharing the same battle meditation.
Baze was the warrior to Chirrut’s defender – apart, the elder tween was just a bit too rash, a bit too thoughtlessly violent, the younger a bit too contemplative, too content to watch life pass by without partaking in it.
Together, they were better.
They’d always known it, somewhat, even since they’d met as children in the narrows streets of the Holy City of Jedha.

Now, in the middle of the Bando Gora fortress, the Force was confirming it loudly to all who could feel through the Force.
“Two halves, finally whole.” Arya murmured contentedly, not surprised in the least
While they weren’t the same soul, like Arkous and Obi Wan were – beyond that, their bond was just as deep and all-encompassing, and with her soul sense, she’d always felt its potential.
The Muun was far more surprised.
“A dyad. To think I’d witness something from age-old legends during my lifetime.” he laughed, “A phenomenon all Banite Sith have attempted to emulate through our history, happening simply out of love and friendship.”
The two teens had shared a startled glance at the affirmation – but in the middle of the ongoing fight, it hadn’t really been time to dwell on the man’s words.

Then, they’d arrived into the innermost room of the fortress.
And finally faced the Bando Gora’s High Priestess.
“Get all the data you can.” Arya told her padawans, “We’ll take care of this one.”
They nodded, rather thankful to finally be done with the fighting, and headed toward the nearest console – which was evidently the one used by the cult’s leader herself.
Chirrut was the one to start hacking, the blind boy having proved himself unexpectedly talented in the art once he’d been shown the ropes of it – by little Anakin, a few months after they’d all become padawans.

As for Plagueis and Arya, they were facing the tall, Kiffar woman, who’d probably been beautiful, once upon a time.
But now, the corruption had eaten at her physique, eyes of the sickly red of Dark Siders whose emotions were out of control, tribal tattoos having bled red too, and skin sickly pale. She was surrounded in a misty aura, its poisonous light green reminiscent of the Dathomiri’s magic.
In a feline move so swift even Jedi couldn’t have seen it, she was rushing toward them, a long, double-bladed staff in twirling elegantly in her hands, leaving behind eerie green flames.
The High Priestess was highly skilled, effortlessly keeping up against the two of them, the Force echoing in a sinister way around her.

Her strange flames were batted away by Plagueis – and curled harmlessly around Arya, whose affinity for flames had grown to new heights since she’d unlocked her PastLifeaura.
Their fight was far more elegant than the ruthless battle against the assassins, the Bando Gora’s leader moving with the grace and skilled of someone who hadn't merely been trained to kill – but to master herself.
In a way, though less powerful than him, she was just like Hego Damask, Arya realized as the fight went on, and little by little, they started to gain of the dangerous woman.
As they were about to end the fight, the Je’daii glanced toward Hego, “Would you mind delaying our fight by a day?”
The man seemed intrigued, but answered, as politely as always, “By all mean. Knowing you, it’ll be for some fascinating reason once more.”
She smiled her thanks – and Green Moon surging to life on her brow, it was Shadow who surged forward, catching the corrupted woman’s soul and healing it before it could be consumed.
“Fascinating indeed.” the Muun repeated, mesmerized by what he was witnessing – and paradoxically, understanding it all the better that he was too fighting against the corruption

[Achievement unlocked!

Named enemy vanquished(Eryn Kor, Bando Gora High Priestess): +250 XP
Battle won(Bando Gora’s headquarters): +200 XP]

[Level up! Arya Lunika is now LV 92!
+ 1 SP]

The four spent the night in the bloody fortress, Baze and Chirrut telling them about what they’d dug when hacking the console.
The modified death-sticks traffic, they’d been expecting, as there had to be a reason for the Dark cult to work with the Black Sun – the recording of training, not only of the assassins, but of the high priestess herself, they hadn’t seen coming.
Even the Miraluka teen, clearly the kinder among them, was looking rather murderous.

“We’ve already sent word through the House.” Baze had told her, “This variant of the drug can be recognized, the color’s not quite the same as regular death-sticks. They’ll warn our allies.”
“Good. The Black Sun’s branch who did this won’t survive this.” she vowed somberly
They’d seen the recordings, after all, what this ‘improved’ variation of the already rather potent drug did.
How it broke the mind to make the Bando Gora’s brainwashing even easier – even the mind of Force users, as they’d witnessed, as they’d found three lost initiates who’d left the order, and disappeared within months of leaving.
“You’re going to be busy once you leave this place.” Plagueis teased, “That’s the advantage of being a Sith, we don’t feel obliged to help people.”

Arya laughed, “Tell that to my pureblood Sith husband who worked relentlessly to improve the living conditions for slaves in the empire, raised the minimal training of field agents so that less of them died as soon as they were sent on their first mission and added a mandatory rest period after long-term missions.” a pause, “Thought to be honest I think he did the last only because he wanted to see me more often.”
“Yeah, I can believe that.” Baze agreed, not even sounding surprised
“Ah,” the Banite Sith sighed, “I think I would have enjoyed meeting your husbands.”
“You’re just as nerdy and terrifyingly dangerous as them.” Chirrut agreed candidly

¤.¤.¤

The next morning, the UnfetteredMooka was settling on the landing pad of the Bando Gora fortress, taking the two padawans before setting off just as quickly as it had come.
“I still can’t believe you accidentally awakened your ship.” Hego laughed, “Thank you for making those past few months so entertaining.” a smile both tired and somewhat unhinged, “But I think it’s finally time for me to let loose.”
“Let’s have some fun.” Arya agreed
For the first time, she lit her lightsaber in front of Plagueis, who hummed in appreciation of the power he could feel coming from it, before lighting his own, red blade.

On an unseen signal, they rushed toward each other, red and magenta clashing again and again as they fought, attacking, dodging and parrying as effortlessly dancers could move as one.
The Je’daii was the one to draw the first blood – in answer, the Sith started to make more use of the Force, switching from merely enhancing his body to flinging lighting and making use of the surrounding environment.
It was without the help of her PastLifeaura that Arya unleashed the signature aura she’d created during her first reincarnation, and re-adapted to her current powers each and every time. She hadn’t used it yet in this form in this life, having instead relied on her PastLifeaura.

But Hego Damask was an enemy she respected, contrarily to most of the dangerous enemies she’d had to fight until now – for his unparalleled self-control in the face of corruption, which she’d only met in a millennia old daiyoukai before.
So she’d taken the time to meditate on it, not needing much to put together her current abilities to recreate once more beautiful and deadly aura.
The Fallanassi’s ability with illusions, the Sith life-drain and Force manipulation – all three combined, and here it was.

[[Achievement unlocked!

New Ability(Hitohira no Senka): +100 XP]

The intelligent man didn’t take long to realize just how dangerous the new ability was, and started to circulate the Force around him, in a maelstrom of lightning that broke through the flowery aura, impressing Arya by how quickly he’d found the best way to counteract her ability.
She was stunned when, in one powerful move, he ran his blade through her shoulder, sticking her against the stone wall for a second – a wave of the Force, and the Muun who’d been nearly nose to nose with her was pushed back. She teared the other’s weapon away, and rushed toward him with both blades in hands.
Of course, having lost his may weapon didn’t make the Sith helpless, far from it. Two short daggers slipped out of their hiding place, and the other’s attacks redoubled in ferocity, as his hold on sanity slipped further and further.

The woman’s resolve strengthened, PastLifeaura activating with but a thought.
The powerful body and senses of a daiyoukai replaced the half-Mirialan more human-like’s attributes, twelve-tails unfurling on her back as she pushed her attack further, now stronger, faster – wilder.
She didn’t mind an opponent who lost himself in battle-lust – but she knew it was different for the very controlled Muun.
And she had no wish to see the man finally lose his exceptional intellect to the corruption.
The Green Moon came alive, and with one last thrust, Darth Banite started to fall to the ground, only caught by the goddess grasp.

“This,” he said contentedly, “was a good fight.”
“It was,” agreed Arya, Hitohira no Senka slowly disappearing around them, “Shall I save you?” she asked
She could, she realized – though it wouldn’t be easy, making him a holy servant would help her both get rid of the corruption, yet preserve the other’s mind and memories.
“Don’t.” he denied, “It was a good game, but I lost.” a smile, “And I’ve no regrets about it. For the first time since I've become Tenebrous’ apprentice, I’m happy. That’s enough.”
She nodded, not bothering to hid her tears.
Not liking his decision, but respecting it nonetheless.

“I think,” he mused, “that I could have loved you, if I was still able to feel positive emotions.” the idea seemed to make him happy, before adding with some amusement, “Have fun with my apprentices.”
She noted the unexpected plural, but didn’t ask, knowing he wouldn’t answer.
It would go against the rules of the game, after all.
“They’ll lose anyway.” she promised him
“Naturally. As if they could win against someone who bested me.” a smirk, “I hope your husbands had fun on Sojourn while we traveled!”
“I’m sure they had.” she told him, not really surprised he’d caught up with the fact they’d used his absence from his personal power-base to infiltrate the place

A last, light-hearted sigh- and the Sith started to turn into a cloud of dust – a flare of godly powers, and a newly purified soul was sent back to reincarnation.

[Achievement unlocked!

Named enemy vanquished(Darth Plagueis): +250 XP

With a mental nudge, she called the UnfetteredMooka back – and soon, she and her padawan were leaving the moon of the dead behind.
The galaxy felt lighter somehow, as if the mere fact of having killed Darth Plagueis had once more shifted things back toward balance. It wasn’t enough to lift the mood aboard the light-freighter.

“You know,” Baze mused, “he was always smug, and terrifying when he dipped into the Dark Side, and edging toward madness, yet I’ll miss that bastard. Wonder what that makes of me?”
“A being with functioning feelings.” Chirrut answered, snacking an arm around the taller teen’s waist in comfort
“Master Damask has left something in my care earlier.” Z6PO choose that moment to inform them, putting two items on the lounge’s coffee table
“Crazy bastard.” Baze laughed fondly, recognizing a holocron, and some datachips

¤.¤.¤

While the Green Moon House was quickly building its reputation, both as a charity, and as an underground syndicate, Arkous and Obi Wan had tackled the task of raising the Chosen One – again.
And whatever advantage they may have felt having Obi Wan’s memories of his first time on the job had been quickly proved utterly useless.

The other Anakin’s curiosity and thirst for knowledge had been kept only to practical topic, light piloting, mechanic, or fighting. Making him stay still on a chair to learn about Galactic History, or the Jedi’s past, the tenants of the order, or other fundamentals that youngling started to learn about from as young as three years old had been all but impossible.
Meditation, a chore he’d never grown to understand.
Yet despite it all that Anakin had been gifted, practical powers coming naturally to him, and shinning like a beacon in the Force – all the more that he never bothered with the natural shielding all Jedi did as a matter of politeness, as broadcasting all your emotions was well-considered among them.
Both because of their doctrine of separating themselves from their emotions – and because, among a whole community of empaths of various levels, it was plain bad-manners.

This Anakin was entirely different.
Both Temple-raised – though as a Je’daii, rather than a Jedi, yet having traveled enough with his mother to already known some hard truths about the galaxy.
Which meant that Anakin had learned about shielding, meditation, and other regular knowledge with other younglings of his age, and understood that being a Je’daii wasn’t only about power – it was also understanding and inheriting a History of wars and peace, philosophies and schism, spawning over twenty-five thousand years.
Being a Je’daii meant following the Force, maintaining balance, and helping the galaxy, and as young as he was, Anakin Skywalker was already committed to this path.
And this understanding about the importance of fundamental made him thrive even more than his counterpart had in another live.

His difficulties with meditations – had been answered by moving meditation, and by his mother’s side, the boy had already learned the first of the trying katas of the old Je’daii’s ancient martial art of Alchaka, practicing with a live blade he’d somehow put together from old spaceship parts.
His natural understanding of Force, was already shaping him into a Je'daii that would one day be the same kind of powerhouse seen only in old legends.
The fact he'd grown friends with the other youngling, meant that despite his impressive abilities, he didn't feel as singled out as he could have.
Naturally, the year hadn’t been spent only training – they’d been taking missions too, and the galaxy hadn’t stood still.

The Yinchorri Crisis had started, a few months earlier compared to the first time around – but Obi Wan had warned the master of the Jedi Order ahead of time, warning him both about the specie’s immunity to mind-tricks, and the fact that they would use cortosis armors and weapons, which were one of the few materials in the galaxy able to resist a lightsaber's attack.
When the Jedi had answered the Senate plea for help, they had been ready for wars, with squads of knights, most of which had trained with Mandalorians, whose armors were also among those who could resist their sabers, and were veterans from the Mandalorian civil war.
There had been a Medicorp ship ready to go, and supply lines established by the Exploracorp.

The aggressive war of conquest was quickly stopped, but the swift action of the Jedi had, naturally, been used by the Banite Sith’s allies to try to foment fear about how dangerous the order was. But by now, Adi Gallia and her team had been expecting it and ready to reply with their own rumors of the Senate wanting to nationalize all the independent armies maintained by different sectors and organization around the galaxy.
A heated debate had been sparkled, making Obi Wan shudder, as the idea of a Republic Army was raised years before it had been in his first time-line.
It hadn’t been the only sign of things starting to quicken around the galaxy, as Ars Veruna’s earning a very public death rather than merely disappearing had also raised the Naboo’s mistrust, which meant they had officially asked for the Jedi assistance during the election process, asking them to both protect the candidates, and looking over the process' fairness.

¤.¤.¤

Four master-padawan teams had been sent to the planet – one to protect each of the candidates, and another to investigate that everything was above board all along the rather lengthy election process.
Bant and Tahl were going, with the Mon Calamari padawan leading her master, as this was to be part of her knighthood trials. Given how peace-loving his childhood friend was, Obi Wan had been rather stunned that the young woman, who’d technically already earned her knightship through the Medicorp, Diplomaticorp and Tradicorp’s Disciple beads, had still insisted on going through the more martial graduation method of traditional knights.
“Things have been moving non-stop since Arkous and Arya woke up, Obi.” she’d told him, amused at his surprise, “And while we can all feel that things are getting better as a whole… Things are going to get worse yet, before it's over.” she calmly pointed out “We all realize it, Obi Wan, all our generation.” her gentle smile had nearly made him tear up, “You aren’t alone in trying to make things better anymore, whatever you saw that made you try to change our order’s fate… It has worked.”

And so – to prepare for the worse, the girl who spent her time between the Archives and the Healing Halls had taken care to also polish her skills with her blade.
Because, with how many people out in the galaxy, who wished ill toward the Jedi, their lightsaber remained their heart, and most important ally.

The second team was made of Quinlan Vos and his own padawan, Aayla already well on her way to beat Obi Wan’s record as the youngest senior padawan in recent memory – though he didn’t doubt Anakin would in turn steal the achievement from the young teenager.

Arkous, Obi Wan and Anakin were the third team, as they had been on Coruscant when the request had arrived from Naboo, and Mace had immediately enlisted their participation.

And finally, the last team, who would be in charge of ensuring that the election progressed fairly, was made of Nautolan Jedi master Kit Fisto, along with his senior padawan Jade Ellyn, a human teen-aged girl, whose blue hair identified her as hailing from Baroli, and his younger padawan, a Chagrian boy whom Obi Wan remembered had eventually joined the Medicorp in another time-line, when taking two padawan had still been forbidden.

Neither Obi Wan nor Arkous had really been surprised when, during the introduction between Jedi and candidates, somehow, they’d ended up assigned to Padmé Naberrie, princess-elected of Theed since barely a year.
Her opponents for the elections were Shar Tavaneen, the seventeen-year-old prince-elect of Solleu, and thirteen-year-old Ranya Mevell, princess-elect of Hiram.
While Arya was conquering Tatooine – Anakin was becoming fast-friends with his once-wife.

The young teenager was still as scarily smart as ever, with an innate sense of justice and righteousness that made her unable to stand injustice. She was also, compared to Anakin, rather innocent to the realities of the wider galaxy – but though she had difficulties not seeing the world in black and white, she was an eager listener, who knew when she had an occasion to learn.
Obi Wan and Arkous both had a lingering soft-spot for the girl, who, once upon a time, the master Jedi had loved like a sister – a stubborn, opinionated sister, both similar and opposite to old-Anakin in many ways.
So it was naturally that between following her to the events that punctuated her campaign, they didn’t dissuade her from sitting in on Anakin’s lessons.

The horrified young woman realized there was much she hadn’t known about the wider galaxy – the mere idea that slavery was still a reality in many parts of the Mid and Outer Rim, new and sickening to her. She hadn’t realized, either, just how much corruption there was, not only in the Senate, but in many governments – had hoped for the recent scandal with the previous king to be the outlier, rather than the norm.
While neither Je’daii enjoyed breaking Padmé’s innocence, it was a necessity, since the teenager was already involved neck-deep in politics.
When the midway point into the long election season was reached, and the four Jedi teams rotated out, the young queen-to-be had exchanged her contact information with the trio, and would quickly become one of Anakin’s regular friends through the holonet.

Their mission on Naboo had proved rather calm, as beyond discreetly backing Padmé, Darth Sidious – or rather senator Palpatine – wasn’t involved much in the process, instead spending most of his time on Coruscant.
Their next stop promised to be less quiet, as Arya, who’d somehow conquered Tatooine with the man that was probably Sidious’ Sith master, was now on her way to deal with the Bando Gora with him.
Leaving the Banite Sith’s main base free for inspection.

¤.¤.¤

“She’s going to have half the galaxy’s underworlder after her, isn’t she?” Obi sighed while pushing some hair out of his face, not really minding the dark blood that was more or less covering him
Most of Sojourn’s surface was covered in rare plant-life and just as rare creatures, all of them beautiful – and surprisingly, not all of them deadly. The small moon truly had been a haven for the now deceased Sith, went it wasn’t hosting his annual gatherings.
But naturally, the hidden part of the place, underground, where the Force beckoned, was heavily protected, both by technological security measures, and scores of dangerous creatures that hadn’t been seen since millennia.

Though the Je’daii master really wasn’t sure that taking out of retirement the Sith creatures of old really had been all that necessary – Padfoot was alright, but beyond that, he had no desire to encounter tuk’ata and other sithspawns.
The terentatek and coloi had been unwelcome, not to mention the illusion-weaving rhak-skuri, but the worse of it had probably been the large silan, multiple tentacles darting out of the pit where it was stuck, and protecting the heavily reinforced doors to what appeared to be Plagueis’ most secret vault.
So, between the need for discretion, and the dangerous wild-life that inhabited Sojourn’s depths, it had taken a long time for them to manage to even approach the fortress’ underground-levels.

Once there, it was clear that they’d hit pay-dirt, as all the Sith-related activities so carefully hidden above-ground weren’t dissimulated in the least here.
They found Hego Damask’ laboratories, thought, worryingly enough, most of them were empty, his research journals, and even quite a few ancient holocrons and other artifacts.
Several among them, Arkous and Obi Wan had been stunned to notice, held the familiar feeling of the enchanted items made by Arya herself, though given how random their effects were, it was evident they were mostly leftovers from the long period during which she hadn’t been able to attune her creations to herself, or anyone specific. There was even an artifact both recognized from Arkous’ own memories – as he’d seen it countless times, on his former apprentice's finger.
Though how Xenloth Nor's invisibility ring had ended up in the Banite Sith's possession he really couldn't say, as it had been lost along with the man's body a long time ago.

“And once more, Light’s statement about her drawing all the most dangerous people to her is proved right.” Obi Wan said bemusedly,
“The emperor didn’t like her.” Anakin chirped, having heard quite a few stories about the ancient republic and Sith empire over the years, moreso since he’d become the two Je’daii’s padawan
“He wanted to kill her. That’s a form of attraction for some people.” Arkous contradicted
“Psycho.” the boy deadpanned
“Well yes, it’s not like the man was sane.” the red-skinned Sith agreed, “Besides, you’re making a lot of noise for someone who isn’t even supposed to be here.”

“You’re gods. You should have guessed I would have found a way to tag along.” the nine years old deadpanned
Which – fair enough, despite his years of experience raising the boy the first time around, which memories he shared with Arkous, the young Chosen One still managed to surprise them with how fast he learned about anything Force related.
Tied to his stubbornness, and the fact that the young padawan had managed to hide his presence long enough to tag-along on the Ember, which had been equipped with an invisibility-generator precisely for Shadow work like what they were currently doing, was barely surprising.

“Anyway,” Anakin wonder, “What’s this about having the whole underworld after her? Did something happened with the Green Moon House?” he asked worryingly – his member was part of the organization after all
“Arya’s killed the Sith master.”
“Well yeah,” he agreed, “I felt it. You did too, right?" he checked, as he often had to be reminded that his attunement to the Force was much stronger, and very different from most people
“We did.” Obi Wan agreed, “And the man left his will with her.”
The affirmation made the boy stumble.

“He what?”
On the legal side of things, a large donation had been left to the Green Moon charity.
On the other side of things, quite a few of his assets had been left to the Green Moon syndicate.
Which meant, among other things, that the Green Moon House had suddenly grown from a small uprising organization to one who now held weight in the galaxy affairs.
And Sojourn now belonged to the House’s head.
Anakin burst out laughing.

Obi Wan was groaning, “Weeks of sneaking around and trudging through this uncivilized underground labyrinth, and she’s now the owner!” he complained
“Well, I guess we’ve done part of the spring-cleaning in advance.” Arkous pointed-out – he wasn’t wrong, as the Sithspawns weren’t intelligent enough to react to a change in ownership
“Let me wallow for a while before making sense!” his other half contradicted, making Anakin laugh merrily while they kept on fighting through the Sithspawns — having determined that since Arya was coming anyway, they'd let her try to open the heavily sealed vault they'd discovered with the proper access code that she now apparently had

4332.211 CRC– finding the vergeance of Ossus (3645 BBY / 9 ATC)
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7925.262 CRC– birth of Baze Malbus (51 BBY / 35604 ATC)
7930.234 CRC– return of Obi Wan Kenobi, awakening of Arkous (46 BBY / 3598 ATC)

7930.262 CRC– awakening of Arya / birth of Chirrut Înwe (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)
7935.561 CRC– Arya and Arkous arrives on Dathomir (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.845 CRC– end of the Huk War (41 BBY / 3603 ATC)
7935.964 CRC– Arya heals Arkous and Obi Wan’s souls (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)

7942.231 CRC– Saarai takes Maul as a padawan (34 BBY / 3610 ATC)
7942.415 CRC– Arya takes Chirrut and Baze as padawan (34 BBY / 3610 ATC)
7942.421 CRC– Convocation of the Force (34 BBY / 3610 ATC)
7942.564 CRC– Obi Wan and Arkous take Anakin as a padawan (34 BBY / 3610 ATC)

7942.653 CRC– Birth of the Green Moon House (34 BBY / 3610 ATC)
7942.821 – 7942.973 CRC– Yinchorri Crisis (34 BBY / 3610 ATC)
7943.075 CRC– Sojourn Gathering (33 BBY / 3611 ATC)
7944.132 CRC– start of the Tatooine take-over (32 BBY / 3612 ATC)
7944.145 CRC– beginning of the Royal election on Naboo (32 BBY / 3612 ATC)
7944.343 CRC– arrival on Kohlma (32 BBY / 3612 ATC)
7944.361 CRC– fight between Darth Plagueis and Arya (32 BBY / 3612 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, LV93):+93 Physical Defense
FuurinKiba (weapon, leveling, LV93): +1 AG, +95 Cutting Damages
- Saya(enhancement): +10 Force Reservoir
KageShin (weapon, leveling, LV93): +1 WIS, +95 Shadow Damages
ShiroInu Tessen (weapon, leveling, LV93): +1 LUCK, +93 Cutting Damages
Trill-181 prototype (weapon, leveling, LV93, adaptable: blaster gun/carbine/rifle): +93/95/98 Energy Damages
Arkous’ Shoto Saber (weapon, leveling, LV93): +1 AG, +95 Force Damages
- Adegan Crystal (enhancement): +1 INT, WILL and WIS
- Daiyoukai Claws (enhancement): +2 damages

[Arkous’ Shadow Weave(clothe, leveling): + x Physical Defense)]

(4bXP)New Force Bond: Chirrut / Baze
(4XP)New Title: Green Moon House Head

(2bXP)LV MAX Proficiency: Underworlder

(XP)Planet: Sojourn / Tatooine / Kohlma

(bXP) Named opponent vanquished: Gardulla / Eryn Kor / Darth Plagueis
(XP) Skirmish won: Sojourn(7944 CRC) /Tatooine(7944 CRC)
(2XP) Battle won: Gardulla’s Palace
(4XP) War won: Yinchorri Crisis

current XP: 76 440
current LV: 93
XP to next level: 1485

ARYA LUNIKA AGE 42 LV 93

BODY: Agility (17/1:18) / Strength (12/1:13) / Endurance (12/2:14)
MIND: Intelligence (17/2:19) / Willpower (17/3: 20) / Wisdom (15/8 :23)
Heart: Presence (12/5:17) / Instinct (16/4:20 )
UNIQUE: Luck (37) / Element (38) / Godly (28)