Game On Further! 1.0

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The days after the battle over Sojourn had gone by quickly, Arya and her padawans checking via the MoonInterface that the rest of their small family was doing okay on their own battlefields, where they’d landed a few days after her – but otherwise taking care of all the last minutes preparations for the Gathering.
After all – like every year, Sojourn was once more going to be gathering most of the galaxy’s underworld leaders, and such an event needed to be carefully organized.
Thankfully, the Noghri knew quite well the usual check-list Plagueis used to go through to prepare for the days long party – but of course, Arya had to put her personal touch to it, as the Green Moon House’s stance on several topics was notoriously different from Hego Damask's own free-for-all inclinations.

And so, on the eve of the New Year Fête, while on Serenno and Naboo, people were putting their lives on the line to free their planets – on Sojourn, a different kind of war was being waged.
This was the one and only chance for Arya to prove why she’d inherited from the old Muun, and if she managed it well – the Green Moon House would be established among the most powerful syndicates of the galaxy, of the kind even legal governments had to listen to…
Of the kind that really could make a difference in the galaxy — for the slaves, of course , but not only.
The half-Mirialan steeled her nerves, somewhat wistfully wishing that, just like in her first reincarnation, she had a charismatic twin brother to push to the front instead of having to play the game of politics herself. It was something she’d learned how to do, despite herself, from one reincarnation to the other – but it would never be her favorite part about helping a world – or a galaxy – and its inhabitants.

“My dear Dasha, what a magnificent party you have prepared!”
“ Already flirting, Hondo?” Arya laughed, still genially hugging the Weequay
Of all the outlaws and politicians that were arriving one after the other – the pirate king of the Sertar Sector was among the few she genuinely liked – and an ally in her fight against slavery.
Of course, she mused as she greeted the next arrival – most of the people she was greeting were more of the barely polite acquaintance type, that were here to witness either her fall or rise to power o n the galactic chessboard.
“ Ah the little Green Moon!” the boisterous voice greeted, at least making the effort to speak basic – that was more than he usually did, “I found myself quite curious about the kind of entertainment you’ve prepared!” a loud laugh “After all, you don’t condone slavery, do you?”

“I don’t.” she agreed, smile so sweet it was all but impossible to guess at her true thoughts, “Which is precisely why I won’t be providing the slaves, but all the rest.” a smirk “After all, mighty Jabba, I’m sure you’ve more than enough of them to spare, if I were to provide…” a smirk, “Challenges?”
The Hutt echoed her laugh, “Right I do! But how do I know those challenges are good enough?”
“Well I have volunteers,” Arya said her eyes discreetly pointing in the direction of the Noghri warriors all here had already seen numerous times “And I’m sure you’ve got mercenaries of your own, that would like to have some fun.”
Hook.

The Hutt was still looking amused, but also more calculating “Oh, I do,” he agreed, “But I’m sure a bit more motivation wouldn’t go amiss?”
Line.

“How about it,” Arya answered without missing a bit, “For all the mercenaries in someone’s employ who manages one of the challenges I’ve prepared, I’ll grant a gift from the private collection dear Hego bequeathed me.” a challenging smirk, “And for any slave who manages the same challenge, you give them to me.”
Sinker.

The Hutt laughed wildly, now understanding she’d used him to bait the numerous guests – but sufficiently self-assured to believe he’d still be the one to come out of it on top. After all – the deceased Muun’s private collection of artworks and rare creatures was legendary!
Needless to say, that between slaves and mercenaries – usually, Jabba would have been right.
But Arya, Chirrut and Baze had spent hours upon hours hiding Force imbued talismans in the challenges areas. Talismans that would only affect those who could read them.
Talismans in Amatakka, that only slaves or former slaves would understand.
It wasn’t foolproof of course, as she couldn’t make something too evident least the crime lords and politicians bemoan their lack of entertainment, and cut the challenges short – but it should help quite a few of those still fettered to break their chains on Sojourn in the following days .

Of course, beyond the challenges, other more usual – for the Gathering – forms of entertainment were still provided.
Never before had the incarnate goddess had to hire so many pleasure workers, masseuses, and other dancing girls – not to mention the near army of service droids that would be serving drink and food that an army of cooks was preparing, the beasts that had been put in numerous hunting ground… And there again, if the odds had been shifted ever so slightly in the hunted rather than the hunters'  favor – well, no one but she and hers knew about it.
The five days of the New Year Fête went excruciatingly slowly for her, but by the time the last of the guests were gone, there were nearly fifty more freed slaves on Sojourn – while she’d had to part with less that twenty of the artwork and creatures the Hutt and the rest of her guests had been so greedy for…

All of them easily replaced, not that they’d ever know, as Hego had been quite cunning when building the legend around his much vaunted private collection – that was in fact mostly build up by the man himself discreetly promoting some artists, or making rare creatures becoming all but unseen by taking for himself the last specimens of them – then helping them grow back their numbers in the out-of-way areas of the moon guests never had access to.
She let herself fall into the comfortable sofa of the private area of the fortress, holo-com connecting with Naboo.
Arkous and Obi Wan answered quickly, both just as eager to see her as she was them, even if only for a call. The two other incarnate gods were back in Theed’s palace, having taken back the planet at the beginning of the New Year Fête, and were now only staying to help the Nabooian back on their feet.

Anakin – without any surprise – was all but shadowing Padmé, helping the young queen in a multitude of small ways, from using his uncanny talents as a mechanic to repair things around the damaged palace, to helping the sovereign with her paperwork, despite how unconventional it was, and how much he hated it…
“ So,” Arkous was the one to summarize, “We managed well enough on all fronts…But it was much worse than the last time around.”
“That it was.” Arya agreed, “After all, the apprentices are afraid.”
“This is it, uh?” the man who’d travelled back through time sighed, “The beginning of the war.”
“One way or another.” Arya agreed, “ But at least Sidious has had a real setback.”

“He didn’t become Chancellor.” Obi Wan agreed – and all three had felt the man’s rage as news was sent back to the Galactic Senate about both the Trade Federation’s thwarted attack, and the fact that Naboo had prevailed with only the help of the Je’daii
Yet, despite the current victories they’d wrangled on all fronts, neither of the three was completely serene. Because the Force was whispering urgently in their ear, as if to confirm Obi Wan’s assessment about the first shot of the war against Plagueis’ apprentices.

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(begin flashback)
Arkous; Obi Wan and Anakin hadn’t wasted any time once they’d arrived on Naboo, quickly noticing that some sort of attack was ongoing – and without any surprise , and somewhat echoing with the former Jedi master’s memories, the young, strong-headed queen was in the middle of it all.
So the Sandwalking Mooka had rushed between the trooper transports that were heading toward the area, Force grabbing Padmé and the rest of her team, before cloaking and heading toward the nearest lake.
The droids, naturally, hadn’t expected the fact that the starship intruding on their blockade was a submarine one, and as such they had quickly lost them with this.

While waiting for the coast to be clear, Padmé and her team had taken turn explaining the situation on the planet – and all three Je’daii had found themselves impressed with the resilience and adaptability of the Nabooian and their queen.
The R2 unit both Arkous and Obi Wan had easily recognized had meanwhile somehow made fast friends with Z6PO, and used the droid’s help to speed through the decryption of the data it had hacked.
By the time they’d managed to touch down in the base hidden in the Lake country where the rest of Padmé’s handmaidens were waiting, they had the full schematics of the three Lucrehulk starship above them, and had learned not only about their rather evident weak point, but also several less evident ones.

“The being who designed this must have been high on Death Sticks.” Anakin had commiserated, both droids clearly agreeing with him
“I think they were more focused on the droid army.” Obi Wan pointed out, “After all, the centralization that the Lucrehulk provides allows the army to have instantly relayed orders, and those droids aren’t the strongest, but they’re able to interface with most war machinery existing, and work in units rather than individually.”
“Must be because they were designed by an insectoid specie.” Arkous mused, “While beehive networking isn’t unheard of, it usually isn’t so versatile.”
Anakin had grumbled about the assessment, but even without memories from the future, he knew they were right, though he still felt that leaving such gaping holes in the starship defense was still dumb!

“Of course it is.” Obi Wan shrugged, “But it’s a first generation model, those are always full of dumb design errors.”
At that, the padawan had finally relented – besides, those errors were precisely what was going to help them break the blockade, get rid of the vessels and the armies, all in one swoop, so he really had no reason to complain about them, behind the hurt feelings of his inner mechanic.
Still – now that they knew about the enemy’s weaknesses, it was time to strike back, and thanks to the radio emitters, they had far more allies than expected, all around the planet.

Three days were spent plotting, and coordinating.
And on the eve of the New Year Fête, the Nabooian and Gungans were launching a full out attack against the droids.
The Gungans had old war machinery, that hadn’t been used since their last battle against the humans – said humans didn’t even have that, but made do with personal speeders, vibroblades and other blasters.
And in the middle of the chaos, the few Nabooians pilot fighters were taking back their starships, and launching an attack, spearheaded by a SandwalkingMooka manned only by Z6PO and Anakin. And with how much work the young padawan had put on the droid over the years – even when it wasn’t hosting the UnfetteredMooka’s spirit, Z6PO was still all but preternaturally able to communicate with any starship, making him a perfect co-pilot or pilot.

The space battle hadn’t been easy, but could have been far worse – if not for the timely, and rather unexpected arrival of a familiar starship.
“ Hey Ani’ika! Your mum told us you were around, and it just so happens we were in the area!”
Anakin had to refrain to roll his eyes, easily guessing that ‘in the area’, for the Mand’alor, meant on Tatooine, since it was the nearest planet under Mandalore’s protection in the area. In other words, still nearly a week away!

But what kind of Mandalorian would say not to the opportunity of a good fight, and of helping friends?
Still – the padawan greeted the man in kind, and while the SlaveI wasn’t quite made to the kind of raid the fighters were attempting, it was still able to provide cover fire, something they’d been sorely lacking until then.
Soon, the fight was finishing in the air, the three Lucrehulk exploding within a few minutes from each other, the Nabooians, Anakin and Jango barely getting out of the blast radius in time, as the explosions had fed each other, so close the large starship had been positioned to the others.

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Meanwhile, things had been going rather well on the ground too – thought something had been niggling at the two Je’daii masters senses.
It was only as they neared Theed’s palace, that they were tasked with taking back with the queen and her men, that they realized what.
“Ambush.” Arkous was the first to realize, pushing one of the handmaidens out of the impressively accurate shot that had originated from somewhere in the palace’s higher spires
“No regular droid could take such a shot!” Captain Panaka stated, as they all had to dodge undercover
“Those aren’t regular droids.” Obi Wan was the one to agreed, the memories rising to the front of his mind not his, but Arkous’

Assassins droids.
Old Sith assassin droids, to be precise, of the kind neither had thought still existed.
He shared a glance with his soul-brother, the two of them immediately realizing that finally, the Banite Sith were showing their hand in a way concrete enough to bring it up with the Jedi Council. Quite naturally, the two Force users put themselves in front of the small group, deflecting the incoming shots, and progressing toward the palace little by little, senses focusing on finding the snipers. Something that wasn’t all that easy, as this kind  of assassin droids was built to be difficult to be found, be it by technological means, or Force ones.
“ Two in the East an d West spires.” Arkous finally settled on
“Two on the ground left and right of the main entrance.” Obi Wan completed

It was Padmé who came to the conclusion first.
“We’ll have to split up.”
The two Je’daii nodded, knowing she was right, but not liking it either, as it would mean leaving the non-Force users without their protection. With a glance and a nod, both smirked at the young queen, “Please, your highness, don’t underestimate us!”
A wink, “Stay put, we’ll be back soon!”
With a Force jump, both were gone, each toward a balcony, leaving the Nabooians hiding behind a wall, “It’s no wonder their padawan is so cheeky, with masters like those!” Sabé was heard musing a few feet away, the handmaiden trying to get a glimpse of what was going on through their slowly crumbling cover

The comment made all laugh – though no one, not even the more serious Panaka, disagreed with her.
Quickly, the sounds of the fight changed, as the overhead snipers were now evidently more preoccupied with the two Je’daii than shooting at them – while the two on the ground finally had to leave their hiding place, since it was clear the Nabooians weren’t leaving their cover anymore.
The droids far more humanoid-like than the regular tin cans they’d been fighter until now, evidently more agile and competent, covered in mate black armored plating that gave them a rather sinister look – just like the Je’daii had told them, those weren’t soldiers.
But assassins.

Their small group, more trained for self-defense and survival, clearly wouldn’t hold a chance against those. But of course – they weren’t alone.
And with a ground-shaking jump, the two Je’daii were back on the ground, evidently having dealt with the other two droids – and ready to take care of the last ones.
“Wow.”
Padmé couldn't tell which of her handmaidens had whispered in awe, at the nearly artistic display that was the duo fighting – but she entirely agreed.
Within minutes, the droids against which they could do a thing were down, the two Force users looking no worse for the wear.
Wow, indeed.

Assassin droids dealt with, it hadn’t been too challenging to clear out the palace – then all the droids had deactivated, as in the air, the three Trade Federation capital ships were illuminating the skies in shades of red, orange, and yellow as they exploded in a rather ominous firework.
Of course, having gotten rid of the droids was only the beginning.
There were cities to rebuilt, people to heal, or sometimes, mourn, and heaps and heaps of paperwork to be done to put the planet back in working order.

At least, the ordeal had had one positive consequence – as the Nabooians had quite effectively reconciled with the Gungans. There were also talks of formalizing an alliance with the Mandalorians since their leader had come and helped, a formal complaint to be lodged with the Galactic Senate – not that Amidala thought it would do much, and so on.
The young queen had been beyond thankful – that the three Je’daii’s help didn’t stop at the end of the fighting, and the reputation of the order, already rather positive on the planet, was higher than ever.
(end flashback)

A few days after the end of the New Year Fête, the RedBird had landed, bringing with them rescue supplies of the kind Padmé had never expected to need on her birth planet – yet she now found herself immensely thankful for.
While Naboo was usually quite self-sufficient when it came to food, much of the crops and granaries had been destroyed by the Trade Federation, and their medical supplies were stretched thin, since the main hospitals hadn’t been spared the destruction that had been inflicted in the cities.

In the end, Arkous, Obi Wan and Anakin had stayed nearly three months on Naboo, helping with the reconstruction effort. Finally, a large celebration had been held in the newly reconstructed palace’s gardens a few days before their left, formalizing the alliance between the Nabooians and the Gungans – but also a new alliance with the Mandalorians. Emissaries from all around the Chommell Sector had been invited too, as well as a few other representatives of planets that had sent their well-wishes and offers of help once the word had gone out about the Trade Federation’s attack.

Among them, without surprise, Alderaani representative Bail Prestor – soon to be Organa – but also Mon Mothma of Chandrila, Mina Bonteri of Onderon, and few others.
Rather noticeable – was Naboo’s own senator's absence, as the man had told his queen he was too busy doing damage control in the Senate to dare leave Coruscant, making said sovereign’s misgivings about the man grow even more .
Damage control? What kind of damage control was the man doing, that could allow the Trade Federation to formerly complain about their ships’ destruction… The bastards were trying to make Naboo pay for the destruction of the invasion force that had so damaged it, and the old human really wasn’t making any progress in shutting down the ridiculous request, making not only Amidala herself, but also quite a few of her people, become quite disillusioned by the Galactic Senate, and the Galactic Republic as a whole…

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Even worse, things weren’t going any better for Serenno, who'd freed themselves from their own blockade at about the same time as Naboo, and without any surprise, Dooku and his sister, not to mention the rest of the planet’s inhabitants, were furious.
The Jedi themselves were starting to get agitated, as the Trade Federation, in their crusade against the people they’d tried to invade, were also taking shots at the age-old order, accusing them of interfering, all but dismissing the fact that their help had been asked by the planets themselves.
And this time, their arguments were being heard, because they had a Jedi agreeing with them.

In his early forties, Jorus C’Baoth, as a consular specialized in diplomacy and negotiations, had an air of wisdom around him, and knew how to weave words with a silver tongue. He had also dared to speak against the Jedi Order’s current state in public, and as such had skillfully managed to make himself into a would-be martyr.
It was only right, he said, for the Senate to have oversight over the Jedi, since they'd been allies for millennia. And after all, why should the Jedi refuse, if not because they thought themselves superiors to the Galactic organization?

His arguments, of course, were full of fallacies and false affirmations, but they were presented well enough that people listened – after all, if a Jedi himself was saying that they needed to be supervised, then surely, he must be right?
Of course, things weren’t that clear-cut, and the years of work the order had put into rebuilding their reputation among regular people were helping mitigate C’ B aoth’s disastrous campaign against them.
Quickly, the debate around the Jedi Order’s statute in the Republic took over the talks about the Trade Federation’s latest attacks , relayed by the most sensationalist news channels all around the holonet, and making the situation even worse . Clearly – this was one of the Banite Siths’ latest move – probably Sidious, as it had all the hallmarks of the kind of political plays he was so fond of.

A move none among them had seen coming – and a move that was working.
Obi Wan was torn between feeling helpless and furious, as all the news channels broadcast-ed again and again Jorus C’Baoth’s latest speech, in front of the Galactic Senate, that answered with a torrent of applause as he announced that he would ‘show the way’ to the misguided Jedi.
Leaving the order, with nearly a thousand of others, to place themselves ‘back to their true place as servants of the Republic’.
Under the Senate’s orders.

Years of hard work and reforms, done slowly enough not to rock the boat too much, all blown up by an arrogant master too set in his ways, leading to the first great schism in the order since the era of the New Sith Wars.
The incarnate god was barely surprised to see, among the first to congratulate de the newly appointed grand master of the New Jedi Order, Sheev Palpatine himself. It hadn’t been hard, after all, to realize both had been friends for years, after having worked together in the Ando Demilitarization Observation Group – a friendship the Banite Sith must have made use of, in order to push for his latest plot.

“Remind me why we’re not just killing him?” Arkous grumbled, sending a dark glare at the Banite Sith that was sporting a falsely benevolent smile on the holo-cam recording.
“Because he’s a Sith.” Obi Wan answered patiently, “And you’re the one who knows best how many dangerous hidden plans Siths can enact after their death.”
The former Dark Council member grumbled, knowing the other was right. The folder on Plagueis’ fail-safe in case of his untimely death had made all of them infinitely thankful that the Sith master had been lucid enough to disable them before fighting with Arya. Somehow, all three of them doubted that Sidious, or the other mystery Banite Sith didn’t have their own nightmare inducing fail-safe measures, like unleashing some zombie plagued created with Sith alchemy, hordes of Sith creatures, or simply trying to possess someone…

Which was one of the reasons why they hadn’t gotten rid Palpatine yet, despite having all but confirmed the Nabooian was one of the Banite Sith. His time would come – but truth be told, no matter how disrupting the senator was, what they were focusing on was the larger picture, rather than the dangerous man. After all – it was doubtful the Banite Sith hadn’t already started to groom himself an apprentice, given that in another timeline, he had long since gotten his hands on Maul. Killing Sidious without knowing whether he had an apprentice, and who it was, would leave them no better than they currently were with the other Banite Sith, about whom they currently didn’t know anything.

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Thought neither Arkous nor Obi Wan were a part of the Jedi High Council, they still had been invited to the emergency meeting that had followed C'Baoth's schism, as the Je’daii had naturally been a large part of the numerous recriminations the New Jedi had against the old order.
“This is but the last one of the long list of ways the Galactic Senate has already proved just how little they care for us when they can’t control us.” a seething Adi Gallia was pointing out, feeling that in a few months, C’Baoth had all but destroyed her hard work there

“Maybe it’s time to listen to them.” master Tyvokka mused, making most of the council member turn toward him in shock, “They’ve proved time and again that they want nothing to do with us.” the Wookie repeated, then pointing toward Arkous and Obi Wan, “And those troublemakers have amply proved that we don’t need them either.”
The centuries old master wasn’t wrong, the rest of the Jedi realized one after the other.
The Je’daii order did take some missions the Jedi sent their way, but for the most part, following the Force or answering the calls for help from different people and governments meant they hadn’t lacked for work ever since the ancient order had been revived.
So why couldn’t the Jedi Order not do the same?

“We can’t appear to be running away,” Ki-Adi-Mundi cautioned, “Or grand master C’Baoth will make use of it…”
It was startling, albeit in a good way, Obi Wan mused, how much the order had changed. B ecause while it wasn’t hate by a large margin, the Jedi master still hadn’t bothered to hide the distaste in his voice as he mentioned the man who’d sown such chaos in the order. Something no one, among the High Council members, would have ever done so freely, once upon a timeline.
“ We could rebuild the old Jedi temple on Tython.” he offered, pushing his considerations about feelings and time travel to the side for now
“House of the Je’daii it is now.” Yoda was the one to contradict, “But another home, the Jedi used to have.”

Arkous and Obi Wan hadn’t been the only Je’daii helping the old order prepare for their move, leaving their padawan on Tython in the meanwhile, where the boy was nearly finishing his Great Journey, not really surprising either. Young he may be, Anakin did have an innate understanding of the Force far stronger than in another life, probably helped by his childhood on the balanced planet. All that the boy really lacked, truth be told – was life experience, which he was gaining with each travel with his mother, and each mission with his masters.
With so much help, t he old Jedi order had been quite effective, having sadly been preparing themselves for a similar eventuality for years now. The beautiful temple, that had been their home for nearly two thousand years had taken surprisingly little time to empty, as the children had all already been living on Tython for years, and their people weren’t very materialistic.

The hardest thing, undoubtedly, had been how to take care of the artifact vaults, and the archive.
Master Nu had been solemn, as she closed for the last time the door of the large halls, now empty of all the knowledge they used to hold.
All of it had been evacuated little by little, in the usual training cruisers that made regular trips between Coruscant, Illum and Tython – and that this time, were headed toward Ossus.
Some, among the old order, had been concerned about moving so far away from the Core worlds, but Yoda had been the one to point-out that there were many people who needed their help too in the Outer Rim. Mace – had then reassured them that they weren’t abandoning the Republic world by leaving Coruscant either, merely separating distancing themselves from the institution itself, that was proving more and more corrupted.
There were already plans, the Council explained, for a Jedi enclave on Ashla just like the Sith pureblood had established themselves on Bogan – an enclave the Je’daii had started to build years ago, master Yaddle having foreseen it would eventually be needed .

Master Gallia had given a last speech to the Senate as a formal part of it.
The old Jedi Order leaving Coruscant had stunned people, as clearly, no one expected them to do it. But just like Adi Gallia had told the Senate, they’d made their opinion clear. So in order to keep on living according to their principles, the Force users hadn’t been left with any other option.
Numerous planetary governments had immediately professed their support for the old order over the new one, just as many had been quick to rally with the New Jedi.

Some in the Senate had tried to call for forbidding the old Jedi of leaving – their motion had been thankfully overturned, thought not by as wide a margin as one could have hoped for. It didn’t matter in the end, as master Gallia had been the last Jedi planet-side by the time she delivered her speech – and a Mandalorian starship had been present to help her leave Coruscant rapidly, reminding many that the order was far from bereft of allies.
Once more, Obi Wan mused – the Banite Siths had managed to plunge the galaxy in turmoil merely by manipulating peoples. But they hadn’t been as successful as the first time around, clearly, thanks to all the background work the former Jedi had put in reforming his birth order.

The old Jedi may have left Coruscant – there were just as many people applauding them when Adi finished her speech, as when C’Baoth had started his new order.
The two Je’daii shared a glance as they landed on Ossus.
Ever since they’d started to approach the planet, they’d been feeling the familiar, yet unexpected presence of their wife – who, the last time they’d received a message from her, some days earlier, had been on Kashyyyk, in the depths of the Shadowlands, weeks away from the nearest Wookie settlement. And the planet itself was weeks away from Ossus, even with the unnaturally fast UnfetteredMooka!

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If there was one thing that was clear to Arya after the Sojourn Gathering, it was that she needed someone to replace her at the head of the Green Moon House.
SHe may know how to run a big underworld cartel, she quite plainly didn't have the time to both do that - and do her galaxy saving job as a Je'daii and a goddess.
Thankfully, this was something she had expected, remembering just how much work had gone in the daily up keeping of the Vongola Famiglia, or the old House of Moon. Which is why, from the start, she’d started to groom Shmi Skywalker to take over most of the legal work – and it had work splendidly.
But until now, she hadn’t found someone to do the same job on the other side of legality.
That is – until the RedBird had landed on Sojourn, some weeks after providing help to Naboo, the starship barely held together by Shmi’s genius as a mechanic.
And without Xanathos.

They’d been on what should have been a simple pickup mission on Vyndal station – but apparently, this time, the Zygerrians slavers had managed to hide a tracker on one of the slaves they were helping escape.
Even if Shmi had come a long way since she’d started training as a Je'daii – and Xanathos had always been particularly suited to fighting, with only two of them, having to both protect the half dozen of freed Togruta, and push back the ambush… It hadn’t been enough.
The fight had been all the harder than her partner and her had realized during their trip toward the station – that Shmi was pregnant – making the other Je’daii all the more protective of her.
In the end, the Red Bird had left with all the slaves they’d come to save – but not Xanathos. So the Skywalker elder was on the war path.
Naturally, she came to Arya.
And just as naturally, Arya had gathered a squad of Noghri, sent a call through the Green Moon House’s communication channels, then headed toward Mandalore, that was on the hyperspace way she’d be taking .

By the time she arrived near Zygerria, she had reports ready from her Green Moon spies, and a flotilla of Mandalorians on top of her own men.
Destroying the slavers had always been on her to-do list, after all – but the Green Moon House had still been too small for it until recently. With the success of the Sojourn Gathering, things had changed, and their House now had enough clout that they could do something like that without suffering from much backlash, be it from regular politicians, or the other underworld organizations.
And now, the Zygerrian had given her the last push needed.
The Zygerrian were ready for war, their latest queen having decided that they lived hidden in the shadows and denying the way of life for long enough. Something Arya would have found quite laudable, if said way of life hadn’t included the enslavement of anyone not Zygerrian.
Still, it meant that in the past few years, they had upped their number of warriors, and armored starship, multiplying the raids against the nearby planets, and starting to trade heavily with the Hutts.
And naturally, they wouldn’t hesitate in using the life of all those slaves as a bargaining ship, now that war had come to their door.

Or rather, they wouldn’t have, if Arya hadn’t planned for it.
“ You want to do what?” a stunned Baze asked, looking torn between admiration, and wondering about her mental health
“I’ll infiltrate the palace and take their queen hostage.” their master repeated, “That way, they won’t be able to detonate the slaves collars.” a smirk, “Not if it meant killing her too.”
After all – for all their dismal views about other species, the Zygerria were very loyal to their royal family.
“ We’ll come along, naturally.” Chirrut stated
“You won’t.” Arya contradicted, for once taking the adolescent by surprise, “You’ll be freeing the slaves.”

Her two padawan shared a glance, stunned. This kind of independent mission – this was the kind usually only given to senior padawan, verging on knighting…
“You are ready.” Arya confirmed, “You’re not young enough that you need much more personal guidance,” she smiled, “though of course I’ll always be available for you.” a wink, “Naturally, you’ll only qualify as knights, but I don’t doubt you’ll finish your Great Journey before the end of the year.”
The pair realized – that she was right.
Three years may not be a long time to be a padawan – but they had already been teenagers when they started their apprenticeship. While they had both, against his own expectations for Baze, enjoyed being taught by Arya – they were both mature enough now that they knew they could learn on the side, while making their own way in the galaxy. And having, like most Je’daii, grown quite attuned to the Force – they were starting to feel the call, to make their own way, and leave their own mark out there.

Resolve made, Baze winked at Chirrut and proclaimed “Well, if this is to be our trial… I call dibs on any good ship out there!”
The people, both Mandalorians and Green Moon, that had been part of the strategic meeting across the numerous ships around them, laughed – but all agreed.

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

As such, it was Chirrut and Baze who found Xanathos, wearing a Force suppressing collar, and stuck in one of the slaves’ pens deep in the entrails of the royal palace, where they’d been tasked to start to liberate the slaves. Meanwhile, the Mandalorians were wreaking havoc outside in a good-nature contest with the Noghri, the rest of the Green Moon sweeping behind them to free the slaves.
The former fallen Jedi was worse for the wear, having been held captive for nearly two months by then, and having clearly born the brunt of the attention of the sadistic owner that was queen Scintel.
Zygerria’s slaves had been freed, their queen deposed and replaced by a council made of a few more moderate nobles, since they really didn’t have the means to just occupy the planet until the Zygerrians suddenly stopped being slavers.

Chirrut and Baze left the planet onboard their new ship, that had been confiscated from one of the mercenaries hired by the slavers. The StarBlaze had been quickly re-christened the BlazingMooka, the obnoxious flame design painted in the familiar green many of the Green Moon ships were somehow adopting left and right.
The BlazingMooka was far smaller than the old style UnfetteredMooka, as it wasn’t a light freighter but a long-rang scout starship. As such, it couldn’t home more than three people comfortably, but it was also able to stock food and necessities for a couple of months – it was, all agreed, the perfect ship for the two Je’daii.
Both had refused to be knighted – telling Arya that she would be doing it once they finished their Great Journey.
Before the end of the year.

The Mirialan had smiled proudly, as the two left for Tython – as for herself, she had headed back to Sojourn, where Xanathos would take several weeks getting better.
And learning more about the culture he’d been initiated into during his stay in Zygerria palace’s slave dens.
For someone who’d not only condoned, but made active use of slaves once upon a time – his own time as one had been jarring. Though he’d realized a long time ago that slavery was wrong – being one himself had made him realize just what kind of subhuman treatment his partner had endured during years.
He’d hated his months in slavery, but he hated even more the idea that Shmi had spent sixteen years in such conditions.

And so, while the man was bed bound, then limping around the Sojourn fortress, Arya had started to teach him.
“You know really well about the yanariya.” the man had noticed after a few lessons, “Like…” he mused, “The Amavikkan I met taught about it in a more esotheric way, but you seem to know the intricate details of its working.”
“Well,” Arya agreed, “I did develop the technique by adapting the Fallanassi’s own techniques in a way I could use on Korriban, so of course I know how it works.”
“Wait… You made the yanariya?” Xanathos screeched, making quite a few eyes stray their way among the several Togruta and other former slaves that were listening to a tale weaved by a now visibly pregnant Shmi nearby
Shmi herself stopped in her tales, eyes widening – and suddenly, Arya was under the scrutiny of two dozens of intent gazes.

“Yes…” she agreed slowly, reminding the Je’daii, “I told you I was a slave on Korriban for three years. How do you think I escaped a planet full of Force users?”
“I don’t know! Not by inventing a technique that has become all but the foundation of Ama vikka culture all around the galaxy!”
“ I only taught it to my sister and a few slaves in the kitchen.” Arya explained, trying not to give too much attention to the hint of worship that was starting to lit up in all the eyes of the people around her, “I didn’t expect to wake three thousand years later with the yanariya having become so spread out.”
Xanathos laughed fondly at the protest, “Only you, Arya.”

Thankfully, Amavikkan as a people, knew how to be discreet – so while she was pretty sure the fact that she’d invented the technique would spread at least around the Green Moon House, she at least wasn’t harassed by too many questions. Thought the curious eyes and silent stares that somehow always managed to compel her to take her place in the circle to weave tales three thousand years old and more were maybe worse.
By the time C’Baoth was declaring the first Jedi schism in two thousand years  on Coruscant, Arya had quite efficiently started to groom Xanathos to replace her in time – which naturally the smart man had realized quickly.

This was something she never would have expected a few years earlier – but between hours of mind healing, his renewed Force education as a Je’daii, then his stint as a slave and his relationship with Shmi Skywalker, this Xanathos had become quite different from the one Obi Wan had described to her once upon a time.
So when a call had come from master Tyvokka, — Arya hadn’t had any compulsion on leaving the man and his now visibly pregnant wife on Sojourn, both of them now able to deal with much of the daily dealings of both sides of the Green Moon House.

¤.¤.¤

The UnfetteredMooka hadn’t been this empty for a long time, Arya mused – between her crew in the past, then her partners, then padawan…
It had been a long time since she’d been alone with only her familiars. Not that she really minded, as she was but a message away from her family, thanks to the MoonInterface. Instead, she took the time to meditate, polish some skills – and dive into the trove of old texts and other training manuals she accumulated on her Repository but hadn’t necessarily been able to go through.
She did have three thousand years of information to read through, after all!
As soon as she entered the orbit of the planet, Arya knew why the clairvoyant Jedi had sent her.

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

After all – there was corruption on the planet, coming from two different sources.
One felt old, and contained, for now, by what felt like an old, somewhat weakening barrier made of godly powers. The second, far more recent, could be directly attributed to the familiar Acclamator class starship hidden on one of the planet’s three moons.

The still unnamed second Banite Sith was around, and the Wookie, while more used to corrupted creatures because of the local beasts that infested the deepest levels of the forest planet, were doing surprising well against the corrupted creatures – though of course, not as well as Arya herself could.
She was welcome on a landing pad on the seventh and highest level of the multi-leveled forest that covered much of the planet.
And immediately realized that the female in front of her was not only Force sensitive, though clearly not a Jedi – but more importantly, a holy servant.
“ We’ve been waiting for your arrival, Guiding Shadow.”
Arya tilted her head – not only at the unexpected title the other had given her – but also at the fact that she hadn’t greeted her in Shyriiwook, the language Wookies usually spoke, but in another language, far more familiar.

To her ears – this sounded like the old style canine language she used to speak in her beast form as a daiyoukai, though the accent and sentence rhythm wasn’t quite the same. So naturally, she let her shape-shifting wash over her vocal cords, modifying them in the familiar way needed to answer in kind – to the other’s clear surprise and joy.
Katmalla, as the pale-furred female finally introduced herself was the Wookies’ First Voice of the Trees, she explained, in other words their spiritual leader, the counter-power to the current First Leader of the People, king Grakchawwaa. T he language she was speaking was Thykarann, one of the three languages all Wookies learned from birth, that was manly used by spiritual leaders, and during spiritual celebrations. The other two languages being, Shyriiwook, naturally, the everyday tongue, and Xaczik, the silent tongue, a sort of sign languages often used when stalking and hunting preys in the forest .
The Wookies, Katmalla explained, rarely mentioned their personal beliefs with outsiders, but Tyvokka, whose visions were greatly respected, had spoken for her – and in turn, the Voice of the Tree had been blessed with a vision of her own.

“You are here to teach us to fight against the corruption, and purify the Shadowlands.”
Arya didn’t feel the need to contradict the affirmation.
After all, now that she was here, and had felt it – she would indeed be doing all she could to purify the Shadowlands, the lower level of the gigantic forest, so dangerous no one had dared go there in millennia, and from which the ancient corruption clearly originated.
And since she was here, and had, for only the second time in this galaxy, encountered holy servants… How could she not teach them how to hunt the corrupted beings that were invading? And, maybe, a few more things along the way…

Katmalla must have seen something in her eyes, as the head priestess laughed loudly, giving her a friendly tap in the back that would have sent her to the ground if she hadn’t been discreetly using the Force to reinforce her body, and anchor herself to the ground.
D espite the feeling of corruption on the ground of the planet, and the numerous attacks of corrupted creatures, the Mirialan quickly grew used to life with the Wookie, that was somewhat reminiscent of her time not only with the youkai, but also with the post-apocalyptic tribes with whom she’d lived in the pre-Shinobi era Earth.

She’d also become quite close not only with Katmalla, but also with her daughter, Katliak, who at twelve-year-old, had just gone through the first of the coming of age rituals that rhythm the life of Wookies until they were twenty-one years old.
The young Wookie was even more attuned to the Force than her mother, and already bore the touch of someone blessed by a deity – the very same deity, Arya guessed, that was doing all it could in the deepest level of the planet, to prevent corruption from spreading all around the world .
But the deity, the incarnate goddess could feel, was weakening – and even the Wookie priests knew it.

So after spending a few weeks training the Voices of the Trees, as the priests and priestess were called, in how to wield the Force as a purifying power in a way only someone blessed by a god could, be it to heal or to destroy corrupted beasts, she’d decided it was time for her to leave the higher levels – and head toward the Shadowlands.
“ We’re coming.” Katmalla had informed her, clearly not ready to hear no for an answer
Arya merely nodded.
It would be dangerous, of course – but the Wookie already knew it, and she respected her enough not to patronize her about the dangers of her own planet. Besides, she mused – it was rather evident that the priestess, just like her daughter, was faintly feeling the call of her deity, so it would have been unkind to leave them behind, no matter the danger ahead.
Still, knowing there would be the mother and daughter coming with them, she took some time to double-check all the provisions and other necessities stacked away in her Inventory .
Going from the seventh to the fifth level had been rather quick and easy, the trio plus three familiars taking Katmalla’s Oevvaor catamaran to rally one of the deeper hunting lodges that were regularly in use. There, they left the small, nearly insectoid-like flying vehicle – the rest of the trip would be done on foot. As they started to descend along the gigantic wroshyr trees, that were growing taller and older with each level, Arya found herself rather jealous of the natural ease Wookies had among trees – while she always had some slight leftover instincts from her past lives as a daiyoukai, she’d always been a canine, and neither foxes, wolves or dogs were particularly suited to tree-climbing – nor tree-descending.

Still, the Mirialan was adaptable, thankfully, just like her familiars – so she’d focused her shape-shifting to grant her claws, and had started to learn to use them like the other specie did, rather than simply as the weapons they usually were. Normally, sustaining that transformation, on top of the one on her vocal cords would have started to be difficult, as shape-shifting was only meant to be temporary. Thankfully, no matter how weakening they were, the local deity, that clearly knew she was coming to help, was helping in the only way they could, by granting her a small blessing.
Arya was already attuned to the Wild – and really not surprised it was the main holy domain of the local deity – but the boon made sustaining any transformation similar enough to a Wookie far easier.
In true Wookie fashion, they hunted and gathered plants as they traveled, the two adult women alternatively teaching – about her knowledge as a Miko, albeit adapted to the galaxy, about the Je’daii or stories about the past for Arya; about Wookie culture, hunting methods, and beliefs for Katmalla.

¤.¤.¤

The deeper they went, the harder it was to descend.
By the fourth level, that took them three days to reach from the fifth level, the deepest Wookies usually went to, the light of the sun couldn’t be seen anymore, and plants and creatures alike started to become more and more bioluminescent. Plants and creatures alike were also far more dangerous than in the higher levels, so they were spending most of their time fighting.
There is no better training than practice, and it was showing as Katmalla and her daughter were progressing by leaps and bonds, the purification gift they had barely known how to use a few weeks before now coming as naturally as breathing. Arya herself hadn’t had to use her powers as a priestess, rather than a Force user, is such a constant manner ever since she’d incarnated in this galaxy – and knew that in her first years of life, a few thousand years in the past, she never would have been able to do so, as even touching her holy gift had been difficult with how out of balance the Lost World was.

The shift in balance, started by meeting a few of the planetary deities, and the reforms waged among the Jedi, then immensely helped with the Father and Children’s ascension meant that the galaxy had never been so close to finding back its balance in millennia – close enough, that finally, accessing higher powers wasn’t quite as difficult for the incarnate goddess.
Not to say, of course, that it was a done deal, they were still in the purgatory after all, which explained why there were so few holy servants around – as only local gods followed a Lost World in its exile. The holy servants tied to more powerful deities like the First and Second Circle’s ones had all lost their powers a long, long time ago.
In a way – Arya herself was learning to use her powers again – not simply as a Force user, but as a priestess, and a goddess.
And she had missed it.

After all – while she loved incarnating among mortals, despite how difficult it was, she was still a goddess, and her powers as such, an innate part of herself. After having lived in a world where her powers were so easy to access in her previous life, it had felt rather constricting to be so restrained in her current life.
Even more so that this galaxy was an old world, where using her talents should have been easy – if they hadn’t been so set on a path of corruption and destruction that they had been confined to the Purgatory.
But now, finally – and despite the two Banite Siths that were plotting more ardently than ever – the galaxy’s balance had started to shift back. Enough that using holy powers wasn’t the dangerous gamble it had been anymore.

It took the three women a week to reach the third level, that no one in a Wookie’s memory had ever reached.
This was where the failing barrier, that prevented the worst of the corrupted creatures of the Shadowlands from climbing toward the Wookies settlement, stretched.
This was where things got even worse, reminding Arya of the uninterrupted flow of enemies of Apophis’ uprising, or of her venture in Hell to destroy Naraku.
Except, of course, it was even direr a situation, since they were so few that organizing a rotation to rest was difficult – making camp all but impossible. So they made do as they could, one person resting on the back of one of Arya’s three familiar, a second familiar resting with her, while the third was fighting by the remaining two women’s side.
It made for a slow progression, and exhaustion was settling in.

Thankfully, the local deity that was calling them, as exhausted as they felt to Arya’s senses, was still doing all they could to help – the tall trees’ very branches coming alive to defend them sporadically, and even, sometimes, providing them with a protective cocoon where all could rest for a few hours.
By the time they reached the ground floor of the multi-layered forest, also called the Black Forest, nearly a month had gone by, and they were already halfway through a dreamworld, dangerously eaten by corruption.

There was an old starship crashed in the middle of a gigantic, quite unnatural clearing.
And only one tree, entangling the ship, as if trying to imprison it – a majestic white tree, its bark nearly crystallized in places.

This was a white wroshyr, a variation of the native Kashyyykin trees extinct since millennia.
Except, of course, that this tree was alive – and came even more alive as the came nearer, trunk and branches moving slowly, until a tall humanoid silhouette was standing before them, skin made of bark, amber-colored eyes wise and ancient, and luminous white leaves for hair.
“Thank you for coming, Shadow, my Voice.”
This, they realized, was Kashyyyk’s very own divinity.

¤.¤.¤

“Old Tree,” Katmalla and Katliak greeted as one, the two Wookies embracing the old god like a friend, “tell us how to help.”
Leaf-shaped, nearly opalescent amber fragments appeared in front of the three women and the three familiars, and the tree-like man invited them, “Come, see how the darkness came to Kashyyyk.”
As soon as they touched the crystallized leaves, they were pulled into the gods memories – of a time when he hadn’t been a god.

( start flashback)
Kalla Ciir had been born a Neti – a specie of shape-shifting plants that had been quite rare in Arya’s youth, and were all but myths nowadays. He was, like all of his people, a Force user, though not a Jedi – instead, he’d spent some time with the Guardians of the Breath, where he learned about the Living Force as Kashi Mer did. It was a with a few guardians that he came to Kashyyyk, then barely discovered, and started to learn about the planet’s flora.
In time, the guardians of the Breath left – but Kalla Ciir stayed behind, feeling so at home in the forests of the planet, that he’d even started to take a form similar to the local trees, and was regularly meeting and trading with the ancient Wookies tribes of the era .

The Neti had been the only one versed enough in the ways of the Force, when the Pretori prison ship, the Ashmead’s Lock, had crash-landed on the planet. The prisoners had taken advantage of the crash to break out, killing all the crew of the ship and attempting to repair it to leave the planet – led by one man with red eyes and a sinister aura.
The man was a fallen Jedi, that had the bad luck of finding an old Sith artifact – and had gotten possessed by it. And this artifact was one that let him gorge on other people’s life-force, growing all the more powerful for it.
But also, naturally, all the more mad and corrupted too.
Draining the crew-members hadn’t been enough for the mad Dark Sider – soon, the other prisoners had become his preys too, then he’d started to turn his eyes toward the planet’s inhabitants, who’d never before encountered the Dark Side, and had no idea how to fight back.

For months, the Neti had rallied the different Wookies clans, becoming their first Leader of the People, and started to craft a plan to push back the dangerous stranger. Nearly three hundred Wookies, the largest fighting force ever gathered on the planet at that point, followed him in battle, to push the Demon of the Black Forest back toward the Ashmead’s Lock, and the Force-depriving cell they’d somewhat managed to put back together with odds and ends from the crashed ship.
By the end of the battle, there were less than a hundred Wookies still alive, and Kalla Ciir, understanding the cell alone wouldn’t be enough to hold the Dark Sider, had taken the form of a tree to become a living prison for the Demon of the Black Forest, taping into the Wild Force of the surrounding forest to sustain himself.

Over time, Kalla Ciir’s sacrifice became the foundations of the Wookies’ oldest legends, his name forgotten, but never his sacrifice – and as millennia went by, the Neti was reborn as the Old Tree, god of Kashyyyk.

But the Demon of the Black Forest was pernicious.
He’d raged against the tree at first – but then, he’d fallen into silence, let Kalla Ciir believe that he’d been beaten – and instead started to eat away at the Neti’s own life-force, so discreetly he didn’t even realize it, stealing power from the other little by little.
Until it was too late, ways had been carved out of the prison, corruption starting to encroach around the crashed starship and the tree as the Demon’s powers started to spread around.
Kalla Ciir may have become a god – but it was a tired one, who’d spent all of his life fighting against an enemy that, just like him, had become more than a mere mortal. And with time, the Old Tree had started to lose the fight, the corruption spreading through the forest despite his attempts at containing it.

Until something in the galaxy had changed.
A shift in power, slowly starting to weaken the Demon, and giving some breathing room to the Old Tree. Sparring any forces he could, he threw his conscious into the Force, following all the elusive changes one by one, until finally, he located the source of the changes.
It had taken some more time, after that — for him to be able to reach for one of the People of Tree, to make a Wookie listen to his plea for help.
To make Tyvokka call for Arya.
(end flashback)

And now, it was time to finally push the Demon of the Black Forest back.

¤.¤.¤

Coming back to the presence, Arya didn’t even notice that once more, she had the sharp canines of a daiyoukai, rather than the round teeth human-adjacent species usually had; that once more, twelve tails floated in her back and her senses had sharpened to the far more familiar ones of a daiyoukai.
Because right now, emerald eyes swirling golden were focused on the Old Tree – and the Demon hidden within his prison of interwoven branches.
There was madness seeping from the Darkness – but there was more to it.
There was some sort of conflict within the Demon she realized, SoulArt humming to her the echoes of two spirits at war.

Kalla Ciir hadn’t been the only one waging war against the Sith spirit.
The possessed Jedi had also fought again and again, imprisoned within his own mind while the one who possessed him was using his body to commit atrocities. That Jedi of old had been possessed for so long, he barely even remembered what the Light Side was by the time the Demon started to become more than mortal, or even anything about his former life – yet he never forgot about the fact he wasn’t the monster the other was.
Even now, millennia after his ascension, there were still two souls in the Demon’s body, mangled and intermingled during their ascension, as if they had tried and failed to merge .

Merely helping the two broken soul finish merging wouldn’t do anything against the Demon’s madness – no, the sane, imprisoned part of his mind needed to be freed and empowered to do anything about that.
Thankfully, there was a god nearby whose powers just happened to be what was needed.
After all — the Old Tree was a god of the Wild, whose power came from the ancient forest around him.
He’d tried imprisoning for millennia, and it hadn’t worked – why not try the opposite now?

Kalla Ciir laughed as she told him her plan, the sound booming, and making him look younger and stronger all of a sudden.
With a great shudder, echoing in the Force, the Old Tree completely pulled his roots, stepping away from the crashed starship for the first time in thousands of years. What remained behind was a ruin brimming with darkness, like a strangely shaped shard of ebony. The forest became still, and Katmalla and Katliak held their breath, as the two gods by their side turned their attention to the age-old prison.
With a crystalline sound, so loud it must have echoed up all around the forests’ seven layers, the crystallized starship broke in two halves, and a humanoid silhouette, cloaked in living shadows, stepped out.

Two-toned eyes roamed around, quickly finding the Old Tree and flashing in recognition and a strange mix of hatred and gratitude, then they went to the two Wookies, not really giving them a second glance, before stopping on Shadow herself, looking faintly wary and puzzled.
The goddess stepped forward, her powers stretching and cradling the two mangled soul with but a thought, both Soul and RevolutionaryArt at work together.
The being screamed in pain and terror, as the wand crafted by a Fae a life-time ago appeared in her hands, channeling the power of a goddess like only artifacts could. Little by little, the shadowy silhouette started to break down into wisps of smoke, leaving behind two ethereal figures, still tied together by one last strand of shadows. Out of thin air, KageShin replaced the wand, cutting through the last link.

One figure looked mad and terrified. The other lost and exhausted.
But once more – they were two separate souls.
One immortal, the other not.

“The covenant has been broken”
With a wave of overwhelming emerald green power, the Demon, once more mortal, was purified and sent back to the reincarnation circle.
“Is it my turn now?”
Shadow’s eyes, that had been so cold when dealing with the first spirit, turned warm and compassionate as she could feel how lost and exhausted the other felt, having spent so long fighting he didn’t even know what to do now that it was over.
Feeling hopeful for the release of oblivion.

“Immortality cannot be removed.” she told him softly, “I could only give him your mortality because your souls were so mingled…”
The body-less soul’s eyes widened in dismay, understanding what she was saying.
“Balanced must be maintained.” she confirmed gently, an ocean of warm golden power bathing him, now mingling with the Wild aura of the Old Tree, “But we can give you a new life.”
The new god didn’t even realize that his eyes were faintly glowing the same amber color as Kalla Ciir, as he instinctively understood what the powers mingling around him were doing.
Instead, he eyed the god that had kept the Demon prisoner for so long, “You would do this?”
The Neti smiled warml y , “I am a tree. I was never meant to imprison, but to nurture.”

Satisfied by the answer, the soul nodded, and after a whispered thanks, finally let go, closing their eyes, and disappearing in a blinding show of light, that forced both Katmalla and her daughter to close their eyes.
When the two mortals could open their eyes again – the nameless god had disappeared.
And in the Old Tree’s arm, there was a sleeping Wookie cub.

A Nameless god, reborn as his child, and one of the People of the Trees.

4316.165.9 CRC – birth of Arya Lunika on Benduday (5th day of the week) of the 6 ^th week of the 1 ^st month of the year 4316 while in Hyperspace (3661 BBY / -7 ATC)
4320.412.0 CRC – Fluffy Mooka boarded, death of Sayah and Leelai Lunika, Arya Lunika registered to the Korriban Academy as “ Jen’Nwit” (Little Shadow) by Darth Arkous (3657 BBY / -3 ATC)
4322.742 CRC – Arya saves Lyn’Me, they become sisters (3655 BBY / -1 ATC)
4323.273 CRC – Arya Lunika escape s the Korriban Academy and is recruited by Cipher Eleven (3654 BBY / 0 ATC)

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

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

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

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

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

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

7944.614 CRC– Padmé Naberrie is elected Queen of Naboo (32 BBY / 3612 ATC)
7944.675 CRC– coronation of Queen Amidala (32 BBY / 3612 ATC)
7944.734 CRC– start of the Eriadu Trade Summit (32 BBY / 3612 ATC)
7944.942 CRC– defeat of Count Ramil Dooku (32 BBY / 3612 ATC)

7944.042 CRC– start of the Trade Federation Blockades (32 BBY / 3612 ATC)
7944.064 CRC– Arya, Chirrut and Baze arrives on Sojourn (32 BBY / 3612 ATC)
7944.072 CRC– Obi Wan, Arkous and Anakin arrives on Naboo (32 BBY / 3612 ATC)
7944.074 CRC– Saarai and Maul arrives on Serenno (32 BBY / 3612 ATC)

7944.075 CRC– Sojourn Gathering / Liberation of Naboo and Serenno (32 BBY / 3612 ATC)
7945.251 CRC– war on Zygerria (31 BBY / 3613 ATC)
7945.323 CRC– Arkous, Obi Wan and Anakin leaves Naboo (31 BBY / 3613 ATC)
7945.472 CRC– New Jedi Schism / Arya arrives on Kashyyyk (31 BBY / 3613 ATC)
7945.564 CRC– Arya, Katmalla and Katliak enter the Shadowlands (31 BBY / 3613 ATC)
7945.625 CRC– the Old Order leaves Coruscant for Ossus (31 BBY / 3613 ATC)
7945.653 CRC– Arya, Katmalla and Katliak arrives in the Black Forest (31 BBY / 3613 ATC)
7945.661 CRC– Arkous and Obi Wan arrives on Ossus (31 BBY / 3613 ATC)

Fluffy Mooka – Defender Class light corvette, lime green paint job (Sayah and Leelai Lunika's starship)
? – Praetor Class frigate (Exchange slave cargo)
Ember – Fury Class light corvette (Darth Arkous' starship)
? – X-70B-Phatom (Cipher 11' starship)
Unfettered Mooka – XS Stock Class light freighter, lime line around the hull (Davin and Dash.a Ellan's starship)
Ziost' Revenger – Terminus Class destroyer (Darth Marr's flagship)
Sandwalking Mooka – DeepWater Class light freighter, double lime- line along the top of the hull (Dasha's starship)
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)
Imperialis – Cosinga-class heavy corvette (Palpatine's private luxury yacht)
Scimitar – Experimental starfighter (formerly Darth Maul's starship)
?, ?, ?, ? –Lucrehulk Class cargo freighters (Trade Federation droid control starships)
? –Acclamator Class assault ship (unknown Banite Sith's starship)
Blazing Mooka - scout class (Baze and Chirrut's starship)

- Repository (enhancement): unlocks the Repository System
Kitsune Weave (clothe, leveling, LV94): +94 Physical Defense
FuurinKiba (weapon, leveling, LV94): +1 AG, +96 Cutting Damages
- Saya(enhancement): +10 Force Reservoir
KageShin (weapon, leveling, LV94): +1 WIS, +96 Shadow Damages
ShiroInu Tessen (weapon, leveling, LV94): +1 LUCK, +94 Cutting Damages
Trill-181 prototype (weapon, leveling, LV94, adaptable: blaster gun/carbine/rifle): +94/96/99 Energy Damages
Arkous' Shoto Saber (weapon, leveling, LV94): +1 AG, +96 Force Damages
- Adegan Crystal (enhancement): +1 INT, WILL and WIS
- Daiyoukai Claws (enhancement): +2 damages

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

(bXP)New Perk: Old Tree’s Blessing
(XP)Planet: Zygerria, Kashyyyk

(XP) Skirmish won: Zygerria(space)
(2XP) Battle won: Zygerria(ground)
(4XP) War won: Zygerria

current XP:   79 090
current LV:  94
XP to next level:  1335

ARYA LUNIKA AGE 42 LV 94

BODY: Agility (18/1:19) / Strength (13/1:14) / 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)