Lost Line

[SotF]

He was working hard, nearly a dozen screens flashing in front of him as he worked through the data.

"Zuka," a familiar voice yelled from down the hall in the engine room, "You done yet?"

A brief pause.

"We need to work out how to get this damn thing working with out navicomputer."

"Hold on a moment Kex," he responded, "Working through the database we recovered."

"Database?"

"Yeah, got Dustil to bring the ships computer core back with him, setting it up for analysis and then I can help."

A sharp bang followed by a series of curses.

"Damn it Kumus," Kex yelled, "Get that thing off Davrel!"

"What happened?"

"Damn fool dropped the scrap on Davrel's leg."

A brief pause.

"Finished up here," Zuka muttered preparing to move.

"Would you mind checking something before heading down?"

"Sure, what?"

"What's the current status of the clans?"

"Let me check."

He worked quickly, only a few moments giving commands.

"Kex, you may want to get Mandalore up here to see this."

"Is it that bad?"

"Worse."

"Now that, cannot be a good thing."

 

[SotF]

Tomb like silence filled the hanger of the ship and Obi-Wan Kenobi tried to work his mind around the words the man before him said.

If it weren't for the images he'd seen from the base, his first instinct would have been to call him crazy.

He was a Jedi, or at least Jedi trained, but to claim both Jedi and Sith titles, not to mention other titles never given since the distant past.

Genoharadan was a name he had heard whispered recently, always tied with mysterious deaths that made no sense and shared no seemingly normal cause, but it seemed to be the relics of an ancient superstition.

Then there was the First Circuit, that he knew for other reasons.

One of the few reasons he'd been able to occasionally drag his Padawan to Dex's Diner for something beyond the usual temple fare to eat when stuck planet side on Coruscant for longer periods was the various races, and the First Circuit was full of the swoop racers that even Anakin, the only human podracer to ever run the Boonta circuit, called insane.

With pods, it was rare to have fatalities, but the swoop tracks that those lunatics used had to use as much skill in surviving the course as a pod racer did in winning, and then there was the actual winning on top of that.

Then there was the mere presence of the man, something he had only once remembered experiencing.

The man radiated the same power constantly that he remembered flowing around Dooku and Yoda in their duel on Geonosis. The force seemed to simply exist rather than lurk, as if he was a part of it.

And from that same recording, this man simply did what he would never have thought possible in an attack that he'd have viewed suicidal on his way to the ground, taking out most of the Separatist landing force in a single maneuver.

It was madness to contemplate the sheer control and strength of the force that would take, and yet it did.

"General, what information can you give us on what happened?" the calm and almost familiar voice of the one that looked so much like Yoda said, the inflection of the voice bringing forth the same instinctive reaction all of those who began their journey towards mastery in the temple would and jerked straight.

Only for an almost sheepish shrug when his mind forced him to realize that it wasn't who his brain had thought it was.

 

[SotF]

The world seemed to shimmer into existence before them as the signal was sent.

Sareths eyes widened as the things in orbit came into view.

The primary stockpile of equipment was elsewhere, but this was a system listed as being the nerve center for the forces left behind, but this was insane.

She had seen the holos of the Battle of Rakata Prime, and the form from it seemed manifested on the scans as a response of activation came from a point near the star of the world they had reached.

He had another of the artifacts stored here.

Revan had planned for everything, even the loss of what had been the primary production facility for his forces.

With a backup.

"General," Bao-Dur stated, the tone more like a stammer to her after working with her companions for so long, "In the planets orbit is something I remember seeing somewhere."

Her eyes turned and she blinked once more.

It couldn't be.

During her training in the order, she had seen the recordings of that type of ship.

"The Corsair?" she managed to whisper while staring at the seemingly impossible craft waiting there for Revan to return.

What in the Force did Revan see that would need that kind of firepower at his disposal?

 

[Prince Charon]

For those who don't feel like looking it up, here's the Wookieepedia article on the Corsair.

 

[JumperPrime]

Odd. The Wookiepedia article says that the Corsair was destroyed in a supernova caused by its pilot. How the heck could Revan have gotten ahold of it? (Note, I have never played any of the Knights of the Old Republic games so if this was covered in one of them, I wouldn't know)

 

[SotF]

Odd. The Wookiepedia article says that the Corsair was destroyed in a supernova caused by its pilot. How the heck could Revan have gotten ahold of it? (Note, I have never played any of the Knights of the Old Republic games so if this was covered in one of them, I wouldn't know)

It's not really the Corsair.

The Republic at that time had only had one even semi-recent encounter with that class of ships (The Corsair was an ancient relic when Exar Kun found it to begin with) and that was the Corsair. Revan had an updated version built as a weapon of last resort if he failed to stop the True Sith.

 

[SotF]

Chapter 4

Does the Jedi Code hold all of your answers young one?

The haunting voice seemed to echo through the small freighter as it exited hyperspace over the Rishi moon.

"Who are you?" she asked, hoping for an answer.

I am but a shadow now, came the response, cryptic in how and what was said, Merely the remnant of someone long passed.

"That's not an answer."

Is it? a flickering of a form, a shadow in nearly human shape on the edge of her vision, For I have been given many names even before my time walking the galaxy had ended.

"Ended?"

Yes, child, but as your code says, there is no death.

A brief pause.

No, the force would not allow rest for one such as me.

"Master Yoda," came the call from one of the clone pilots up front, "We're beginning docking operations."

"Padawan Tano," she heard the diminutive Jedi Master state as he paused by the cargo bay she had chosen to try meditating in, "Waiting, your master surely is."

 

[SotF]

Something brushed her mind for a mere moment as the sensors cried out in alarm.

A massive form seemed to materialize that dwarfed the freighter, something that it took Sareth a moment to place, even as her Iridonian copilot gave the more common name for what she saw with inflections of awe.

"Star Dragon."

A simple statement that carried far more awe than any race other than the two native to Iego, the Duinuogwuin were living mysteries of the universe, and powerful ones.

In a flash, a calm and seemingly endlessly deep and gravely voice flashed through their minds.

You are not Revan, it was almost a question, Exile, why have you come to this place?

"Revan sent us," she responded a moments later.

So the force has sent its emissary. came the now perplexed voice in their heads, Tell him that I am waiting for him, we have a conversation that is long overdue.

She nodded at the creature peering through the viewport with an eye larger than the transperasteel.

Good, the tone held a hint of amusement and pleasure, at least before turning serious once more, And Exile, be warned, Kae still exists in the void between life and death, her purpose is unknown to me and my kin.

"Thank you," she answered puzzling over what was said before the being backwinged away, the long form at least twice the size of a Hammerhead as it passed and headed off.

She caught her breath, grinning at Bao-Dur's identical reaction.

"Set course back to the fleet," she stated, "Let's inform Revan of his date."

"Yes general."

 

[Watashiwa]

Argh!

This is a fantastic piece, and I love the long-term implications. But... this needs an edit.

A big one.

I wouldn't mind doing it, but I'm getting really busy in a few days. I recommend the usual editing strategy: read everything in this on ff.net. The parts that flow well, keep. The parts that don't, fix.