Star Wars: Mysteries of the Force – Ch 32

Ayli wasn’t usually pleased with crash landings but under the circumstances she couldn’t help but smile.

“It’s a good thing there wasn’t any crew on board,” she said as she survey the kilometers long swath of ruin that remained on the Assassin class ship.

“Oh but there was,” Paralus’s projection said. Of course he hadn’t bothered to physically appear before Ayli, not when he could simply conjure an illusion of himself to talk through instead. “We’ll be recovering the machine intelligence before too much longer.”

“A useful tool is it?” Ayli asked, unable to suppress the grin which arose from her knowledge of the state of the servers on the ship.

“Everything and everyone are tools,” Paralus said. “It is only a question of how one puts them to use.”

“You don’t say.” Ayli tried to discern whether Paralus was including himself in that count. She suspected if pressed he would claim that embracing the ‘truth of darkness’ or whatever other nonsense was the scripture of his personal mania was sufficient to ‘truly free him’. It was terribly tempting to needle him into such a boast, but she didn’t want to draw his attention to how she was using him since it seemed to have escaped his attention that she hadn’t come along with him because she had no other choice.

“You would have been better served by landing closer to the temple,” Paralus said. “Praxis Mar is not home to many things which will grant you easy passage.”

“I am an invited guest,” Ayli said. “Certainly the Beast of Praxis Mar would not hinder my journey to the Lord of the world it is merely a guardian of?”

“You presume I would instruct it to deny its nature,” Paralus said.

“Then I suppose I will simply wait here,” Ayli said, surveying the ship’s ruins for anything she could add to the surviving command deck for comfort.

Pickings in that regards were fairly slim. With the damage Ayli’s had done to the shuttle bay, there hadn’t been the proper option of a taking a shuttle down to the surface, and with the damage her Dark Side had done to the rest of the ship, remaining in orbit hadn’t been particularly viable either. 

There had been enough control left of the sublight engines to manage the descent, which was how Ayli had been able to bring the ship down fast enough that Paralus hadn’t been able to influence its trajectory all that much. 

Landing it properly had never been part of the plan, but managing to destroy it as thoroughly as she had without killing herself in the process was something Ayli intended to hold onto a badge of honor for the rest of her life.

However long or short that might be.

Her plan called for her to escape Praxis Mar. She could see a future where she and Nix were back together, cuddled up alone in their house, safe and peaceful. That seemed wonderful and was exactly what she was striving for.

But she knew Paralus had a vision for the future too.

And he was powerful. Dreadfully so. 

Could she and Nix defeat him? Probably not? Could she, Nix, Ravas and Kelda defeat him? Again, probably not. For all that he blathered on endlessly, the Lich kept a lot about himself hidden, especially the true depths of his power. 

That was a smart move, and Ayli hated going up against smart enemies. The two smart Imperial Officers she’d ran up against had inflicted more losses on the Rebellion than any two dozen other officers combined. 

There was a thing about smart enemies though. Once you knew they were smart, their actions spoke louder than they did.

Paralus was smart, and he kept his power largely hidden. He’d attacked her when she was in the most vulnerable position she’d been in for over a year.

Which meant he was afraid.

Not necessarily of her. On her own, she couldn’t overcome his power. Ayli knew that for a certainty because of the fight between Paralus and her incarnated Dark Side. Even fully unleashed, Ayli’s rage and fear and desperation hadn’t come close to defeating the Lich.

Which wasn’t the victory which Paralus apparently thought it was.

“You will soon have cause to reconsider that,” Paralus said.

“And you care about this? That’s unexpected,” Ayli said, taking the chance that goading him into speaking might let her catch a glimpse of his true agenda.

“One must always care for one’s tools if they are to be of proper use,” Paralus said.

“You have a problem then don’t you? You can watch me sit here and come to whatever dire end Praxis Mar has in store for me, or you can exercise those great powers you have to clear a safe path to wherever you intend for me to go.”

“Or I can allow the denizens of this world to break all the parts of you which I have no need for,” Paralus said. “I believe that would bring the other one even sooner would it not?”

Ayli shook her head and sighed.

“If you’re going to lie, at least try to be consistent,” she said. “You’ve avoided torture so far because the moment you cross that line, they’ll be able to find exactly where I am and you need the people who are looking for me to stumble around and be worn down before you face them. You’ve kept me cloaked in the Dark Side this whole time because if I can communicate with them you know they’ll have a direct line to you.”

“I do not fear your ghosts or your partner. Nor do I fear the Horizon Knight you jettisoned. I have transcended you all. Even with twice your number on a far lesser world, I could slay you all. Here, on this site of perfected order though? Here no one may stand against me, no matter the armies they come in.”

Which, oddly, all sounded true. Ayli knew the miasma of the Dark Side which choked the planet was distorting her perceptions, but she could still tell that Paralus at least truly believed the words he’d spoken.

Which was fascinating because he was afraid of something.

If no power they could bring to bear against him would matter, then why was Paralus holding back as much as he was.

He couldn’t need her as a simple sacrifice. Ayli knew that if her blood could have satisfied him, Paralus would have cut her apart on the ship without a second thought.

She wanted to reach out to the Force. After a year of training, it had become a comfortable ally, one that she trusted more than herself at times. 

But Praxis Mar was not a place to listen to the whispers of the Force. The Dark Side was many things but honesty or even accuracy were not qualities it possessed.

In the distance, the Fallen Temple of the Heavens stood at the top of a ridgeline, backlit against the skyline by an aura which was only visible when Ayli looked at its presence in the Force. It was where Paralus had set his throne, and the last place on the planet Ayli should go.

Which was, of course, why she had to get there.

Facing Paralus at the center of his power wasn’t meaningfully different in the calculus of who was stronger. There wasn’t anywhere on the planet she could go where she wouldn’t be completely overwhelmed.

Which also gave her a piece to the puzzle of Paralus’ aims since no where else on the planet would she be as poised to strike a meaningful blow against him.

Was he refusing to clear a path for her because he wanted her to be weakened getting to him, or was he refusing because he lacked the power to control something as large of a planetary scale Dark Side Nexus? 

Or was it both? The last thing a ‘Dread Lich’ was going to admit was a lack of control and the first thing they would do was look for a means to turn that shortcoming into an advantage.

“Well this should be interesting then,” Ayli said. “I guess we’ll both get to see what it takes to break me, and what I can do once we meet face to face.”

She didn’t mean it as a threat, and so the desperate defiance which might have been there in her voice was notably absent.

Which unnerved Paralus and gave Ayli another clue to try to fit into the picture she was putting together.

“You will meet you destiny,” Paralus said. “One which you were never going to escape, no matter how far away you ran or who you turned to for shelter.”

Ayli could have pointed out that even inevitable conflicts could turn out very differently based on the preparations people made for them. As a purely random example, one might spend a year training with two master Force Users, supported by the most loving spouse Ayli could imagine, and working on the doubts and insecurities which had plagued her since she was old enough to form words. 

The woman she was had grown into someone quite different from the one she’d been before meeting Nix, and while that hadn’t involved the acquisition of unmatched cosmic power, it had given her something important to work with.

Faith.

In Nix, who was absolutely going to come for her, in her friends, who would support Nix and make sure there was a real chance for them to survive, and in herself.

“Let’s get started then,” Ayli said and hopped off the remnant of the landing strut she’d been sitting on.

And the ground immediately tried to swallow her whole.

It wasn’t the most subtle of traps. Ayli had sensed the hunger below her and its growing eagerness all during her conversation with Paralus.

Force Lightning would have been an excellent response to the attack, and the Force eagerly showed her how she could blast a crater of safety for herself which would deter all such attacks going forward.

With her Dark Side quiescent though, the jolt of overpowering fear was missing as she sank completely below the surface of the ground and she was able to react in a more considered manner.

Gently pushing on the walls of earth which entombed her, she lifted herself up and pressed the dirt slightly apart to allow her passage.

The hungry ghost which had fused with the land went wild at the loss of its prey, the only food it had held the promise of consuming in centuries.

Ayli felt its need and rage slam into her and let it pass right through.

She wasn’t angry with it. It was doing what it needed to, what it had been reduced to.

She wasn’t afraid of it. If it hurt her, that would just be how things went. She would respect it, and try to find a better path for both of them.

That did not assuage the hungry ghost. It still hungered. It still raged. 

But it was also confused.

What better path was there?

All was hunger.

Everything had always been hunger.

Hadn’t it?

Leaving the hungry ghost to ponder that, Ayli drifted beyond its reach and touched down to continue walking towards the Fallen Temple. It had taken some effort to escape the ghost and it was entirely likely that a thousand more awaited her on her path.

Her destiny lay in the Temple, and she knew she would make it there, but before she took a moment to be honest with herself; bravado aside, it was a daunting trip. Paralus was right to think that she could break during it.

What he hadn’t thought to ask himself though was what might happen if she didn’t?

Trials didn’t always make her stronger. They could be exhausting and they could leave her heart filled with regrets and shame. They could show her just how weak she was, and strip away the illusions she clung to.

Illusions like the belief that everything she’d done rested on; her faith in Nix.

By the end of the long and lonely journey she was about to make, her heart might prove to be weak enough to abandon that hope. 

Would she ever forgive herself for that?

Would she ever forgive Nix if the faith proved misfounded?

It was so tempting to simply declare that she would never crumble, never falter, but in the year of training, she’d come to know herself and her limits. For as much as she believe, for as much as she wanted to believe, she bore enough wounds that sometimes she needed a bit of reassurance to go on. Sometimes she needed people to be there for her.

“She’s coming. She’s on her way to you. You don’t know who I am, but I know who you are through her,” the voice of very quiet girl said from unimaginably far away and in her words, Ayli heard Nix’s love shining like a beacon across the stars.

Star Wars: Mysteries of the Force – Ch 31

Rassi wasn’t corrupting the Xah. There wasn’t a soul in the Silent Enclave who would agree with that appraisal but sitting within the center of a Force Communion, Rassi could see with peaceful clarity that what they were doing was far from corrupting anything.

Communicating with the flow of life wasn’t a sin or a crime, it was the reason the Force existed. Life sought out connection, sought out communication, even when words couldn’t reach across the gaps, life found ways of expressing itself.

The Silent Enclave had always taught her that imposing her will on others was bad and imposing her will on the Xah was unforgivable. 

All while imposing their will on her.

And she’d believed them.

Had internalized their message all while her heart yearned to speak with an listen to the currents of life which flowed through her rather than rejecting the Force at every turn.

Sitting in a circle with Solna, Nulo, and Moffvok though, she at last understood emotionally what her more reasonable thoughts had been telling her since long before she’d met Nix.

“It’s beautiful,” Solna said as Goldie’s interior faded away, replaced with the unfiltered light of the galaxy’s stars.

“It is what we are,” Moffvok said, speaking in Shyriiwook but clearly understandable in their shared mental space.

“It is what we protect and nurture,” Nulo said. Small Hutts don’t appear as particularly striking or noble figures, especially not with the Holonet’s insistence on using them as stock gangster villains everywhere they show up. In their Force vision, Nulo didn’t appear physically any different than she normally did, but Rassi could feel the strength of her spirit more clearly than ever, and saw not a tiny gangster but a fledgling with the soul of a true Knight.

“I could get lost in this forever,” Solna said. “But we need to deliver a message.”

“And who might you need to deliver a message too?”

Rassi almost broke the link.

Something vile had touched their minds.

In searching for Ayli across the galaxy, they’d stumbled into something truly terrible.

“You are not welcome here shadow,” Moffvok said, resolution more stern than iron in his voice.

“And what is this?” Paralus Stahl’s shade said. “A Padal Horizon Knight? I thought your kind were long extinct. Doomed to oblivion by your own prideful arrogance.”

“You would know all about prideful arrogance, wouldn’t you?” Nulo said with unflappable and unapologetic sarcasm.

“A Knight and a worm, how intriguing,” Paralus said. “Minds cast adrift seeking where they most certainly were not invited.”

Rassi wanted to speak too, but she knew she couldn’t manipulate the Force on the Lich’s level and didn’t want to give him any free openings.

“You will not bar us from our task,” Moffvok said, and Rassi had the sense of the Wookie standing tall before them.

“I believe you will find I will do whatever I wish to do,” Paralus said. “You should begin praying that won’t include snuffing your tiny flames out like the candles that you are.”

“You’re under the impression that we should be afraid of you?” Nulo asked, moving to stand beside Moffvok.

Rassi could tell that wasn’t only a gesture of support. Together Moffvok and Nulo’s presence eclipsed the fact that Rassi and Solna were present in the communion. 

Which meant Rassi was free to move into whatever striking position she chose having gone more silent than a whisper at Paralus’ approach.

“Whether or not you should fear me depends largely on what you were seeking,” Paralus said. “You were poking around in dark corners. If what you wish is darkness, then I would be delighted to show you the truths of the galaxy which those who refuse the Dark Side are afraid to acknowledge.”

“I’m afraid we’re not in the market for delusions and anxieties,” Nulo said.

“Then perhaps you sought pain, or your own destruction?” Paralus said. “I can offer those in abundance as well, though there is clay in you which could be worked into something far more useful than the shards of what you currently are.”

“What if the pain that we seek is pain that we’ll bring to you?” Nulo asked, which Rassi felt was a misstep. Threatening the Lich when they, likely, didn’t have the power to backup the threat had a hollow ring to it.

“I am far beyond pain, and far beyond loss,” Paralus said. “If you were real Horizon Knights you would know that though, so what are you?”

Rassi felt a weight pressing down on all of them as Paralus turned his attention to perceiving the interlopers in his domain he’d only barely noticed.

“What we are is the answer to galaxy’s disgust with you,” Moffvok said. “You’ve gone on long enough. It’s time for that to end.”

Paralus laughed at that. Not a chuckle, not a gentle laugh, an uproarious bellow of malicious mirth.

“By all means, yes,” he said. “This is too rare. Someone who honestly believes they can undo my existence. You know I could dismantle the craft you’re in, twist your bones until they’re dust, or simply choke the life from you, but none of those, not a one, will be as entertaining as watching you trying to make good on your ambitions.”

“Definitely not going to regret that one, are you?” Nulo taunted him.

“I never have before my dear little worm,” Paralus said. “So many who try lack the conviction I see in your friend though. Most of them tend to give up the moment they run into the slightest trouble. One little death among their numbers and they go scurrying away trying to hide from the darkness forever. And none of them ever succeed. Do you know why?”

“Because we all have darkness inside us,” Nulo said, sounding as bored as she could be.

“”Precisely. Darkness which we must use if we are to master it, and which we must master or it will serve as a gateway for others to master us.” Paralus was drawing closer to them as he spoke.

Because all of his banter served a purpose.

Rassi could see the trap he was leading them into and knew they had to break out.

Except that there didn’t seem to be anywhere to run. Paralus had engulfed them as Nulo and Moffvok spoke. The stars which had blazed so brightly were gone. 

And so was Solna.

Which was weird.

Rassi knew Solna hadn’t left her. She could still feel the touch of Solna’s hand in her own and knew the bond they shared was unbroken. Against the backdrop of Paralus’ cloud of darkness though, Rassi couldn’t sense where Solna was at all.

“So you’re not one of those people who think they’ve mastered the Dark Side, when it’s actually mastered them and turned them into a little twisted puppet?” Nulo said.

“I cut my strings long ago,” Paralus said. “One throat at a time. Tell me, how many rules do you live under? How much of your life is decided for you? How many choices forbidden simply because someone else believed they wouldn’t be ‘right’, or ‘just’, or ‘good’, or whatever lies they cling to in their fear of what an unfettered life could be like?”

“So you’re beyond fear then?” Nulo asked. “No concerns about another Dark Side user coming along and usurping the power you’ve stolen?”

“Power is always taken,” Paralus said. “Hiding behind childish concepts like stealing show how unfamiliar you are with the truth of galaxy. The rules you cling to are a trap to keep you weak.”

“And how weak do you think I am?” Nulo asked.

“Weak enough that you will never escape from here,” Paralus said and the shadows around them began to roil.

“I should hope not,” Nulo said. “I took a lot of effort to put together a prison that could hold you. And to keep you distracted while we built it.”

From deep within the cloud which had swallowed them, light bloomed forth in the form of dodecahedron in brilliant hues from across the spectrum.

“A trap? For me?” Paralus sounded profoundly grateful, which was exactly the tone he shouldn’t have been using from what Rassi could see. “It’s been so long since someone tried to trap me. Sadly, there is always a means of escaping these which so often escapes my potential wardens.”

“Killing me won’t free you,” Nulo said. “These bindings are complete within the Force by themselves. I’m not sustaining them at all.”

“Oh I wasn’t thinking to kill you to escape this quaint little prison,” Paralus said. He brought his hand up in front of his face and clenched his hand into a fist.

Around them the cage of light burst into filaments and shards before fading away into the darkness.

“You see the trick to freeing yourself from a prison of light is straight forward. All you need is power. Power is all that matters. You don’t believe that yet, and more importantly your Knightly friend doesn’t either. I think an object lesson is in order.”

Rassi sensed the blow that was coming and reached out to block it with the Force. With only her mind, she gathered up the shattered pieces of the prison and wove them together into a spear to pierce the spark of hate that had replaced the Lich’s heart. She was too new to manipulating the force, and too slow to lash out with the blow before it was too late though.

In the mind space, Nulo was lifted from the hoverskiff she rode and throttled by a tremendous force.

Moffvok roared as manacles of darkness weighed him down while Nulo’s life ebbed away. Rassi struggled to move forward, but the shadows had turned into tar and were pulling her down with every moment.

As Nulo’s mind went completely silent, Paralus cast the image of her corpse back onto the hoverskiff.

Except he’d missed something.

“Did that fill you with rage Knightling? Drink deep of it if so. You will need that power if you intend to face me.”

And then he was gone. 

Rassi broke them out of the link to find Nulo choking but still very much alive.

“That image, that was an illusion?” Rassi asked, understanding immediately what her senses had been telling her.

“Not the best one I’ve ever done,” Nulo said. “Thank the stars I had someone to help me with it.”

“You’re quite welcome,” Solna said

“Wait, where did you go?” Rassi asked.

“The same place you did,” Solna said. “The Enclave’s wrong about a lot of things, but the training we did in knowing how to hide really seemed to work there. I could barely perceive you at all.”

Moffvok growled and Nulo translated for him again.

“We were wondering if you’d managed to escape him entirely,” she said.

“I think we could have,” Solna said. “At least if we’d broken the mental link quickly enough but…”

“But nether of us wanted to leave you alone there,” Rassi said.

“Oh they wouldn’t have been alone,” Kelda said.

“And you all did quite well in that encounter,” Ravas said. “Thanks to you, we can mimic the Lich’s shadow now. That should prove to be quite help in bypassing the traps he has in place to protect his phylactery.”

“I’m more impressed that they drove him off,” Kelda said.

“We did what?” Rassi asked.

“He didn’t leave because he was done tormenting you,” Kelda said. “He could send beings working against him but he couldn’t tell where or what you were. The two of you terrified him.”

“And our two Horizon Knight gave him pause as well,” Ravas said. “He could have flooded this place with his shadows, but from how you stood your ground against him, he hesitated.”

“Why would he have been scared of us though?” Nulo asked. “My illusion aside, I don’t think there was anything we could have done to him.”

“If he’d struck you down then, you might have died, it’s true, but you also might have become more powerful than he could possibly imagine.”

Star Wars: Mysteries of the Force – Ch 30

Nix knew they were going to get into trouble. It was probably impossible to leave eight Force-users in one place and not have them draw in problems like a galactic sized black hole. Despite that though, she was able to trust that they would be okay.

Which was progress!

Once upon a time, she would have insisted that the Force tell her what she could do to keep the people close to her safe.

And it would have.

And more than once that had been enough to drive them away.

She had to admit that it was a little ironic that she was the one who was flying away faster than light, but they all knew the truth. Nix wasn’t flying away from Goldie and Rassi and Solna. She wasn’t leaving them at all. Not like she’d been left behind.

Out there, beyond the swirl of hyperspace, Ayli was waiting for her.

Searching the Force wasn’t as useful as Nix had imagined it would be though. She could feel her connection to Ayli pulsing like a shared heartbeat, but wherever Ayli was, she was cloaked in deep shadows.

Which might mean Paralus had already brought her back to Praxis Mar. Or she could still be on the Dark Side Nexus ship. 

“I’ll never find the ship,” she said to no one in particular, not at all lonely after spending nearly a year with her new family.

“That is likely his intent,” a skeleton said from the copilot’s seat beside her.

Nix hadn’t seen a skeleton there a moment earlier, nor had she sensed one’s arrival, but she was able to sense him in the Force as clearly as she could see him.

That he didn’t feel like a threat at all was surprising. That she detected no greater shadowing by the Dark Side on him was even more so.

“You’re not here are you?” she asked, as she sketched out more of his presence in the Force.

“As in death and in life, I am never quite ‘all there’,” the skeleton answered and then somehow turned more serious. “Apologies, I know our time is short, but it has been a rather long time since there was anyone I could offer a humorous turn of phrase too.”

“You’re from Praxis Mar?” Nix asked, the Force showing her conflict on a planetary scale when she searched for the skeleton’s origin point.

“Currently, and for quite a bit longer than I’d have preferred, yes,” the skeleton said. “Believe it or not though I spent most of my life on Feldar Station. Praxis Mar was only meant to be a brief trip. A brief and survivable trip. I turned out to be zero for two on that score.”

“Feldar Station? I spent a year there when I was growing up!” It had been a particularly formative year as well, to the point where Nix found herself dreaming she was back there fairly often even still.

“Which, I suspect, is why I am able to appear before you.” The skeleton looked down at himself. “Or what part of me is able to appear before you.”

“What’s your name?” Nix asked. “Maybe if we have more of a connection we can more than just bare bones acquaintances.”

She hadn’t exactly meant to make a joke of the question, but it was sitting right there, just begging to be said.

And was apparently exactly what the skeleton needed.

He started off with a surprised giggle, which he wasn’t able to suppress from turning into a guffaw and then a full bellied laugh (which was impressive given his lack of anything resembling a belly).

It hadn’t been that funny of a joke, but Nix found herself chuckling in response to the skeleton’s mirth.

“Sorry, sorry,” the skeleton said, wiping eyes from which no tears could flow. “It’s been even longer since I’ve talked to anyone else with a sense of humor.”

“Praxis Mar doesn’t have much night life?” Nix asked. 

She could have tried a more meaningful or relevant question, but a talking skeleton had appeared beside her while she was alone on a ship in hyperspace. And that wasn’t even the weirdest part of her day so far.

“It feels like it is always night there,” the skeleton said. “Or at least it did until you came there.”

“Me?” The thought that she’d had any noticeable impact on a Dark Side Nexus on the scale of Praxis Mar was ridiculous from what Nix knew. A million Jedi meditating on the most peaceful dreams in the Force for a million years might have disrupted Praxis Mar’s Dark Side for a few minutes. 

Or they would have been swallowed whole by the planet within minutes.

Probably the swallowed one, Nix remembered the Beast of Praxis Mar all too well, continent sized monsters tending to leave an indelible impression in one’s memories.

“You spoke to us,” the skeleton said. “You offered us a new future. Do you have any idea how many others have tried to do that?”

“In thousands of years? A lot I would guess?”

“I have the official count. Are you ready for it? If we add all the people who tried immediately after the planet was scoured of life, and then toss in the ones who arrived in the early period looking to take control of it, plus the ones who showed up after the Beast woke up and round that total off with the ones who showed once we were long dead and were only interested in drawing power for us? Checking the official register we keep for these things the grand total comes to one. One person, ever. In all that time. Only one ever thought of us as people. Only one ever suggested that just because we were lost in endless suffering, we didn’t have to stay there.”

“What?” It wasn’t the most well reasoned question, but Nix was feeling a bit overwhelmed at the thought of the singular position she seemed to hold.

“You have us hope,” the skeleton said. “Did you serious think there weren’t going to be repercussions to that?”

“What kind of repercussions are we talking about?” Nix asked, the Force reassuring her than the skeleton wasn’t here to inflict said repercussions on her but rather to warn her about them.

“You’ve felt the turmoil Praxis Mar is in. You almost returned to us,” the skeleton said.

“That was the whole planet though,” Nix said. “Nothing I did could have done that.”

“Why?”

“I’m too small. I’m not that important.”

Nix wasn’t sure how a skeleton could give her a disbelieving stare, but he managed it nonetheless.

“Ever caught a cold?” the skeleton asked.

And Nix saw what she’d done with crystal clarity.

The spirits of Praxis Mar hadn’t been offered a better future in thousands of years. Whatever immunity they’d had to hope they’d long since lost.

And it had spread among them like a virus.

“Why is the planet in so much turmoil then? Is that why Ayli and I are being drawn back there?” Something seemed very off about their present circumstances if so.

“Well, see, there are those of us who would like to sign up for your newsletter and maybe get an official membership card for the Future Doesn’t Have to be Miserable Club,” the skeleton said. “And then there are those who I really do not want to name, or even refer too all that much, who are rather unhappy with the status quo being threatened. An entire planet consumed by the Dark Side is a somewhat unique resource I gather and they’re blaming you for taking that away from them.”

Which made sense. Nix hadn’t intended to pick a fight with a Force Lich, but under the circumstances she could see where there wasn’t really any common ground for them to stand on. 

Paralus whole existence was based on the suffering of others. All of his power came from turning their misery into fuel for his existence. Had their paths never crossed naturally, Nix probably would have wound up hunting him down eventually. Questing for knowledge about the Force seemed to lead to that, and the Force had already shown her that it would like her to make the little problem of his existence go away finally.

“I’m not that strong!” she said, speaking more or less directly to the Force.

The Force did not, as usual, answer her directly in any manner.

Aside from the skeleton sitting beside her.

That was probably a tiny clue from the Force that it believed in her.

“I don’t think anyone is,” the skeleton said, more ruefully than Nix had anticipated.

“Wait, what brought you to Praxis Mar? You said you were only supposed to be there for a little while?” she asked, intuition skipping around the edges of the skeleton’s history.

“I thought I could help,” the skeleton said.

“With what? The war?”

“Stupid right?” The skeleton sagged into the memory, its face gazing down at the console in front of it.

“Probably,” Nix said. “It’s my kind of stupid though. Which is probably why I’m going back there now.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve got a better reason than a bunch of restless old ghosts to go there,” the skeleton said.

“I thought I did,” Nix said. “I’m starting to suspect that this isn’t about saving my wife though.”

“I know you’re not giving up on her,” the skeleton said. “I don’t even have eyes and I can see that.”

“Oh, Step One is definitely finding her,” Nix said. It wasn’t that the Force was revealing the future to her. 

More the reverse really.

“And Step Two will be to beat a hasty retreat?” the skeleton asked with a fragile curiosity that the answer might just be something else.

“I don’t think the Force dragged the two of us back here because it wanted us to see what it had done with the place,” Nix said.

“I gather it wasn’t so much the Force that’s responsible for your present situation though,” the skeleton said.

“Oh, I’m sure Paralus thinks this was his idea, and I’m sure he has plans for what he’s going to do to us and with us.”

“Maybe that’s why I’m here then,” the skeleton said. “I couldn’t understand the pull to you that I felt. I’d obviously been a failure of a Stonebearer in life, but to feel the Soul Currents, or the Force as you call it, open to me again after so long? Well I couldn’t very well refuse that could I? If I’m here to show you anything though it’s probably the perils of overestimating your own abilities.”

Nix blinked. Stonebearer? Soul Currents? Another Force Tradition? Sitting right there in the cabin with her? When she wasn’t even looking for one!?

“Oh, oh, you are not a failure,” she said with an almost unholy glee as a mania of new thoughts began storming the gates of her mind.

“I assure you I…that is an odd expression you are wearing,” the skeleton said.

“Sorry,” Nix said without being in the least bit sorry. “I think there’s quite a bit we need to talk about though.”

“I’ve been without pleasant conversation for so long that the time has lost all meaning,” the skeleton said. “I think I’d be delighted to answer any questions you might have. There is one problem however.”

“Oh that’s not true,” Nix said. “There’s far more than one problem. That said I do know what you’re about to say.”

“That you shouldn’t come to Praxis Mar, even if it is to save your wife?” the skeleton said.

“Definitely not that,” Nix said. “I have the coordinates laid in already. Paralus thinks he invited me here, but Ayli is the one who actually extended the invitation. There’s a crucial distinction there which I believe Paralus has discounted to his soon-to-be ruin.”

“And I’m sure that’s what he wants you to believe,” the skeleton said. “But on Praxis Mar, even together with your wife, you will be alone against his full and unfettered might. I cannot explain how much I would welcome the salvation you offered, but I must say that my example shows how one person, or even two, cannot stand against a planet and win. No matter how clever they may be.”

Star Wars: Mysteries of the Force – Ch 29

Solna felt ill. Nausea twisted her stomach into shapes she had previously considered impossible. Fear, the terrible boogeyman the Jedi were certain led straight to the Dark Side, ran down her arms like spikey veins of ice. What she was about to do was evil, and wrong, and dangerous, and going to scar her forever.

Or so she’d been taught.

She had always been a good listener, she’d always been an attentive student, and she’d always absorbed the lessons her elders had provided for her.

As she and Rassi and Nulo and Moffvok took their places in the meditation circle though, she saw how little she truly believed what she’d been taught.

Or, rather, how many problems and disparities she’d seen between what was taught to her and how her elders actually acted.

Everyone was supposed to keep themselves as quiet as they could within the Xah. Everyone was supposed to obey the Enclave Elders at all time. And having or showing emotions? Emotions weren’t officially disapproved of, but emotions which led to disturbances in the Xah were shameful badges which could mark someone as being unstable, unworthy, and unwanted.

Except when they were expected. Or the person expressing them was important enough.

A boy got “rambunctious”, or fought with another boy? Well what did anyone expect? That was what boys did. They put a tidal wave into the Xah with their anger? Well I’m sure it wasn’t that bad. You’re just very sensitive, remember?

Rassi talked back to someone who was bullying her? Did she get mad? Did anyone hear anything change in the Xah? They did? Oh, she is dangerous and uncontrolled. Have to send her to remedial training again. Or maybe find some new punishment for her so she’ll learn to control herself. 

Anger and fear have an odd relationship. The flames of Solna’s anger at those memories should have melted the icy fear in her arms and stomach but instead both sensations simply burned her.

And she could not, under any circumstances, take that into the mediation.

“Are you okay?” Rassi asked, taking Solna’s hand before their shared meditation could begin.

“Yeah, I just need a moment,” Solna said, feeling her past crashing over her again and again.

“She’s upset,” Nulo said, without any notes of judgment in her voice.

“We’ve had a long day,” Rassi said.

“Perhaps you might want to wait until you’ve rested then?” Kelda’s suggestion sounded wise to Solna, except for the part where the value of their message to Ms. Ayli was diminishing as time passed.

“I’ll be fine,” Solna said. “I just don’t want to bring any corrupt Xah, uh, I mean Dark Side influence, into what we’re doing.” 

Referring to the Xah as the Force felt decidedly weird. Saying it in Shyriiwook would probably have felt less dishonest. Intellectually, she knew with absolute certainty that what Nix and the other Force Users worked with was the same thing she was trained to listen to. She’d felt how the Xah moved in response to their manipulations of it and there couldn’t be any doubt.

A lifetime of thinking of it as the Xah was not so easily abandoned though. Not even when she was growing rapidly more grateful than Rassi had possessed the courage to abandon the Enclave and the kindness to make sure they both got away together.

Moffvok growled in a contemplative manner. Solna couldn’t speak Shyriiwook at all but between listening to the actual sound of Moffvok’s words and leaving herself open to the Xah, Solna felt like she was able to capture a little more than just the general mood the Wookie was expressing.

“He says maybe don’t completely suppress the Dark Side,” Nulo translated for them.

“Suppressing our Dark Sides rarely works out well,” Kelda, of all people, said.

“What she means is that we were taught to confront our Dark Sides,” Ravas explained when she saw the confusion on the kids faces. “Struggling to resist it was seen as a losing battle.”

“Because it usually is,” Ravas said. “Though even in our time, I think we saw a lot of people who used ‘confronting their Dark Side’ as an excuse to simply deny it.”

“So, wait, what are we supposed to do then?” Rassi asked. Because Rassi had such a messy relationship with the Xah that she would probably both try and refuse any ideas which were offered to her. Which was just impossible to deal with.

No.

Solna focused a moment on her breathing. 

Rassi was not the problem.

The people they’d been surrounded by, they were the problem.

Solna had suspected that since she was able to form words and had known it for far longer than she was willing to admit to herself. Even light years away from them, she could still feel the weight of Enclave pressing down on her and smothering the things she knew to be true.

Rassi was amazing.

There.

That was something the Enclave could never make her deny.

Rassi was amazing and Solna knew she could prosper with the training she could get outside the Enclave. She knew that and she was going to trust that Rassi would find a way to believe it too.

“Recognize what’s inside you,” Ravas said. “My Dark Side didn’t appear the moment I chose to cast the Jedi aside and become a Sith. And it hasn’t disappeared since I left the Sith behind.”

“And being a Jedi didn’t mean I was mystically free of angry impulses, or fearful ones,” Kelda said. “When I was at peace though, I could see those impulses for what they were.”

“What about when anger is all you can feel?” Solna asked, still feeling the fires of rage lurking around the memories of the Silent Enclave.

“Admit that,” Kelda said. “When we’re angry, or afraid, we wind up thinking all sorts of things that seem so right and natural in the moment. Admitting that you’re terrified though is the first step to recognizing that you’re not thinking clearly.”

“What’s the next step?” Rassi asked.

“Letting go,” Ravas said. “Which does not mean what you think it does.”

“It’s not forgetting,” Nulo said, repeating what Solna suspected was the official Horizon Knight teaching on the matter.

“And it’s not telling yourself that you shouldn’t be bothered by what your feeling,” Ravas said. “That’s a very easy trap to fall into.”

“Letting go, in this context, is as much about giving yourself permission to feel whatever you feel, while also stepping back and finding the distance to see that fear, anger, despair, those are only feelings. They can be a natural response to the stimuli we’re under but they only have the power that we give them, and they never need to dictate our actions.”

“Master Lasha said if we’re afraid, the Force will show us where the danger is and our job is to survive it,” Nulo said. “But that to do that we need to protect ourselves, not lash out and leave ourselves open to mistakes or counter attacks.”

“And once your survival isn’t on the line?” Kelda asked. “When your in your bed at night and the monster you fought that day is still the center of memories which won’t let you go?”

“I don’t know,” Nulo said. “I think we’re supposed to go talk to her then.”

“Sharing with others can be a powerful tool for letting go,” Kelda said. “And you shouldn’t need to be exposed to the kind of things that will give you nightmares.”

“No one should,” Ravas said. “But it happens anyway. Not facing those things alone though? That will save you so much trouble in the long run.”

“You know that’s why Lasha and Monfi are asking you to sit this one out, right?” Kelda said.

Moffvok growled.

“They want to keep us safe,” Nulo said.

“Even if we can help,” Solna said.

“Do you know the kind of people who use the young and inexperienced to make their battles easier?” Ravas asked.

“Was that a Jedi thing?” Solna asked, aware that she might be giving offense with the question but she felt like the teaching that Jedi stole people’s children was one that had to have some basis in truth.

“Before a Padawan could first accompany their master on a mission, their mastery of the Force was tested rigorously, as was their maturity, and their desires for the kind of service they wished to pursue,” Kelda said.

“The Jedi didn’t all run around killing people with lightsabers, did they?” Rassi asked.

“In our day, the Jedi almost never took someone’s life,” Kelda said. “That was something that changed when the last war broke out, and even then there were still archivists, and medics, and diplomats who never so much as lit the blade of their lightsabers.”

“Oh,” Solna said. The idea of a Jedi being someone who was responsible for chronicling things filling a void she’d never know she had.

Oddly it made what they were about to do seem better too.

After all, why shouldn’t they talk to the Xah? If the Xah could be ‘corrupted’ by every passing thought and stray emotion then everyone would be twisting it into Dark Side nexuses all over the place. 

A deep ache had always lurked in Solna’s soul. She wanted to understand her world. She wanted to understand the people in it and the places and the history of everything that had gone before her.

Staying forever silent though meant never asking for those answers. It meant never ‘bothering’ the world with the fact of her existence.

It meant never being able to recognize how the Elders were using her for their own ends. 

“You said I shouldn’t suppress my anger,” she said as a fresh fire kindled in her. “But what if I don’t want to walk away from it. What if what they did shouldn’t be forgiven?”

She didn’t elaborate on who ‘they’ were. Rassi knew she was talking about the Elders and everyone else could sense her meaning in the Xah. 

“Ah, righteous anger,” Kelda said. “That can be the most seductive and the most destructive.”

“Much like the fear of real peril, those feelings are serving their purpose,” Ravas said. “They spur us to action and help us unleash strengths we would normally hold in reserve.”

“All while stripping us of the ability to exercise restraint where it’s warranted,” Kelda said.

“Which is why the key to letting those go is to earn your own trust,” Ravas said.

“The urge to action anger gives us is meant to goad us to action. We don’t want the conditions which spurred the anger to repeat again. Anger can show us that, but we don’t need anger to tell us how to address the problem its brought to our attention.”

“Anger is excellent at raising alarms, and terrible at handling their causes,” Ravas said.

“So we have to earn the trust of ourselves. That gives us an answer to our angers and our fears. We can believe that we will act without anger or fear to guide us once we’ve proven to ourselves that we can. “

“That sounds like it’s a lot harder to do than to say.” Rassi had her own angers (too few in Solna’s opinion) and fears (too many and too well founded). 

“It is,” Ravas said. “I’m still trying to get the hang of it in fact.”

“As am I,” Kelda said. “Which is good. None of us will ever be or should ever be perfect. But we get better through practice, and we learn as we go.”

“You’ll make mistakes,” Ravas said. “Trust that you’ll learn from them and that tomorrow you’ll be a little better than today.”

Solna tried looking at her anger at the Enclave in those terms. She couldn’t forget it, and she couldn’t put it aside, but she was able to believe that her future self wouldn’t let her down. She would deal with the Enclave at some point, and she wouldn’t do so in a mindless rage.

Whatever the Enclave deserved, she was better than that.

“Let’s let Ms. Ayli know that helps on the way then!” she said, opening her mind and touching the Xah as deeply as it touched her.

Star Wars: Mysteries of the Force – Ch 28

Goldie was not happy and Rassi couldn’t blame her.

“This is Bantha Puddu!” Goldie grumbled as they watched the Corvid-1256 leap to hyperspace carrying Nix towards a rendezvous no one was sure she was going to survive.

“How could none of us talk her out of this?” Solna asked. “Did she use some Jedi trick?”

“Those don’t work on me,” Goldie said.

“Us either,” Nulo, one of Lasha’s apprentices, said. “Even if she was powerful enough to influence us, she couldn’t do so without bending the Force so much that we noticed that disturbance, and the Force is pretty calm here at the moment. The space battle out the excepted.”

Rassi had never met a Hutt in person before, and guessed Nulo wasn’t a typical member of her species being fairly tiny still and softer spoken than Holonet vids typically depicted the gangster-species being.

That not all Hutts (or even most) were gangsters made more sense that the Holovid depictions of them, which left Rassi itching to quiz Nulo about what being a Hutt was really like except that they had a rather more critical matter to deal with.

Moffvok, Lasha’s other apprentice, gave multisyllabic Wookie growl in response to Nulo’s comment.

“Oh, that’s true,” Nulo said, translating for Rassi and Solna. “She wouldn’t be as effective a distraction if any of us were along.”

“Maybe for you, but Paralus wouldn’t even have known I was there,” Goldie said.

The adults and the Force Ghosts were off in the cabin in their own conference, discussing strategy for how they would approach the Lich’s phylactery. A strategy which they had been crystal clear would not include either the apprentices or Nix’s wards.

No one was under any illusion that the object which was the most precious thing in the galaxy to the Lich would be unprotected. Ravas had made a compelling argument that there likely wouldn’t be guards around the phylactery given the Dark Side’s complete absence of trust or faith in others, which meant there would be other, likely far worse, traps and protection in place. Which was why Monfi and Lasha were determined to retrieve and/or destroy it themselves.

Moffvok growled again, which Nulo translated once more.

“We can sense you, so it would be a bad gamble to assume the Lich couldn’t.”

“Yeah, but what is he going to do to me. I’m a ship. I had guns,” Goldie said.

“Destroy you, and drive Nix to enough rage that she corrupts the Xah within herself and becomes the kind of monster who falls under his control,” Solna said.

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Goldie said. “If she was that angry, she’d never work with him. She’d just want to destroy him.”

“That’s logical,” Solna said. “But descending into enough rage to corrupt your Xah involves losing yourself to it.”

Rassi could tell it still wasn’t making sense to Goldie.

“What we were taught if that if anger strips away all your limits of reason and morality, you also lose the barriers which prevent others, those whose Xah is already corrupted, from controlling you. A corrupted can’t make you murder someone, but if you’re angry enough to kill blindly then they can make see and believe whatever they want you to see and believe. Nix could wind up ‘killing’ Paralus over and over and over again, each time slaying someone who stood against the Lich or was trying to bring her back to her senses.”

“Oh,” Goldie said and was quiet before adding, “Well that sucks.”

“I think she’ll be okay,” Solna said, surprising Rassi with the vote of confidence in someone Solna had been so deeply distrustful of mere hours earlier.

Of course, Nix had also danced with them and it was hard to ignore what she’d claimed for them, or to believe she had anything but their best interests at heart.

Which was why Rassi could understand Nix leaving them behind. They would have been not only in serious danger, but a serious danger to her since at least Solna and herself didn’t seem to have the same resistance to Force powers that even the non-Force using citizens of the galaxy did.

Goldie was right too though. It sucked to be left behind. Nix had supported her and Sola since the moment they’d met. Had that been Solna’s doing? No. Rassi could believe that Solna had unwittingly drawn someone to them who was willing to help, but talking to Nix for even five second was enough to prove that she was not being controlled by a corrupted Xah manipulation.

“I know she’s smart and all,” Goldie said. “This just seems really stupid. I don’t understand why Ayli gave herself up. I mean, sure, she had to save the people she was with, but she also had to know that she was going to put Nix at risk too doing that.”

Moffvok growled again.

“Maybe she was counting on that,” Nulo translated. “From how she spoke of her wife, maybe they feel more comfortable confronting the Lich together.”

“That would be just like them,” Goldie said. “She could have at least taken the ghosts though.”

“We would have been a similar liability,” Kelda said, appearing in the ‘kiddy’ room. “Though it would have been more challenging for Paralus to endanger us, it’s not impossible.”

“And our talents are much better spent on making sure he’s dealt with in a permanent and irrevocable manner,” Ravas said.

“Have you worked out a plan then?” Rassi asked, a small part of her hoping that there might be a place for her and Solna in it.

“Not as such,” Ravas said.

“We’ve agreed that we need to find the phylactery’s location first and that we’ll go there immediately once we do,” Kelda said.

“Monfi was suggesting we research whatever the location was so we’d know what we were getting ourselves into,” Ravas said. “Which isn’t the worst idea, but has certain problems associated with it.”

“Namely that we don’t know how long Nix and Ayli have,” Kelda said.

“And if they fall to Paralus, then he’ll know we can find his phylactery,” Ravas said.

“So he’d move it,” Solna said.

“Or be waiting for us there,” Nulo said.

Moffvok growled.

“If he can defeat two Jedi like Ms. Nix, he can probably handle us too,” Nulo answered. “Remember Master Lasha’s training. We don’t win by being stronger. We win by turning our opponent’s strengths into weaknesses.”

“That’s a very Jedi-like philosophy,” Kelda said with a hint of appreciation.

“The Jedi and most other martial systems in the galaxy,” Ravas snorted.

“How can we help?” Rassi asked.

“By being patient,” Kelda said.

“Because other people know what’s right to do,” Solna said and Rassi heard a strange anger in her tone.

“That’s often the case,” Kelda said. “This time however it’s because until we know what we’re up against, we’ll only tie ourselves in knots trying to plan for what might be.”

“But what about when we get there?” Rassi asked. “Are they going to let us help then?”

“There are many ways to help,” Kelda said.

“Like by staying quiet and out of the way.” Solna was in full on sulky mode, which Rassi knew was going to be challenging to get her out of. Even more so because Rassi suspected Solna was right. 

They’d just escaped a life where they were always told to be quiet, to stay out of the way and exactly what they were supposed to think. Rassi didn’t want to be part of the Silent Enclave anymore, and didn’t want to be part of a group who treated her like she was.

“How better to strike at you enemy when they least expect it?” Ravas asked, seemingly puzzled by Solna’s declaration.

“But, they’re not going to let us strike at anything, are they?” Rassi asked.

“Are you there apprentices?” Ravas asked.

“Well, no,” Rassi said.

“Do you need to do what they say then?”

“Well, no.”

“Should you disrupt their plans, or make their work harder?”

“No, of course not.”

“Then where’s the harm in allowing our Horizon Knight friends from doing their job, and aiding them as you see fit?”

“We are their apprentices though,” Nulo said.

“And I would not advise you to disobey your Master’s orders,” Ravas said. “I had at best a fifty percent success ratio when I did that after all.”

“Oh, it was higher than fifty percent,” Kelda said. “They just punished you fifty percent of the time because they didn’t want the rest of us getting ideas.”

“You seem to get them anyways,” Ravas said.

“Yes, but it took much too long,” Kelda said. “Imagine if I’d had the sense to run away with you when you left?”

“Oh, I have,” Ravas said. “Probably best you didn’t though. If we’d both been Sith apprentices, we would have had to fight to the death.”

“We could have become Horizon Knights?” Kelda suggested.

“Or perhaps Witches of Dathomir?”

“Or applied to the Silent Enclave.”

“I think I prefer being a ghost,” Ravas said.

“There are certainly worse fates,” Kelda agreed.

“You know, there is something we can do,” Solna said. “Something that wouldn’t even violate your orders to not interfere with the phylactery hunt.” She was looking to Nulo and Moffvok.

Moffvok growled and Nulo added, “We would both like to do something if we could but what is it that we can do from here?”

“And will I be able to shoot it?” Goldie asked.

“No, no shooting involved, I think,” Solna said. “But we could try to get a message to Ms. Ayli.”

“But we don’t…” Rassi had been about to say ‘know her’, except they did. Nix had shown them who Ayli was. All the needed to do was listen for her in the Force.

And then ask the Force to change.

“Are you sure?” she asked Solna, the weight of the suggestion hitting her all at once. They were going to ‘corrupt the Xah’. It wasn’t much of a corruption to whisper a message to someone, but Solna’s old life was falling away like a crumbling building for her to have even suggest it.

“No,” Solna said. “I know it’s wrong, but what we’ve been taught was wrong is wrong too. This isn’t going to hurt anyone, and we’re not doing it because we’re afraid or angry or any of the other things that can truly corrupt someone, so maybe it’ll be okay? We’ll see right?”

“Pardon, but I don’t understand something. Why would sending a message to Ms. Ayli be wrong?” Nulo asked.

“You all should compare notes on what you think about the Force,” Ravas said. “Especially before trying to work together.”

“Indeed. The relationship you have to the Force or the Xah will likely be very different from each other and any issues in communication may cause far greater problems than they solve,” Kelda said. 

Rassi hadn’t thought there could be that much for them to talk about. The Force and the Xah were just different names for the same thing after all, and Horizon Knights were just Jedi with a focus on hunting specific targets.

Four hours later, she was just beginning to appreciate how wrong she’d been about all of that.

Were the Force and the Xah the same things? Yes. Absolutely. Did someone’s understanding differ with them based on what they’d been raised to understand? Also, yes, absolutely.

Moffvok was the one who gave them all the key to understanding why there was a difference by relating it to the difference between Basic and Shyriiwook, his language. You could say the same things in both, mean the same thing, and both languages were simply tools for communicating ideas, but even “identical” sentences carried connotation and implied meanings the other lacked. And each had ideas which were difficult to express in the other. 

After another couple of hours, Rassi felt like she had enough of a grasp on the core beliefs of the Padal Horizon Knights that she would be able to work together with.

And that’s when they got dangerous.

Star Wars: Mysteries of the Force – Ch 27

The problem with searching for ships that have fallen out of hyperspace is that there is a rather large area to look for them in. By Nix’s calculation if they flew an optimal search pattern over the space between Ayli’s last known position and the spot where they had definitely lost track of her, they’d complete their search somewhere around the heat death of the universe, plus or minus a few billion years.

That was why she didn’t let Goldie drive.

“Why are we flying towards a system we know they weren’t going to?” Goldie asked.

“I don’t know,” Nix said, leaning into the meditative bond she was sharing with Rassi and Solna. “This is just where we need to go.”

“I hope you’re right,” Lasha said over the comms. “I’m not reading any signs of an active drive anywhere in this system.”

“Me neither,” Goldie said.

“I know. But we’ll find something here,” Nix said. The Force wasn’t being overly helpful in terms of explaining what she was going to find, but it was giving enough of a pull that Nix was certain something important awaited her. Something which needed her sooner rather than later.

“The ship sensors may not be detecting anything, but there is something out there,” Ravas said. “Something cloaked in the Dark Side.”

Nix’s pulse quickened.

Ayli! 

“I don’t think it’s the ship we’re looking for though,” Ravas said. “This doesn’t feel strong enough to be a nexus. It’s more like a lingering shadow.”

“Does this lingering shadow have a set of coordinates?” Goldie asked, electronic frustration sounding remarkably similar to the organic variety.

“The Force doesn’t work like that,” Nix said and punched in the coordinates for the shadow that Ravas had brought to her attention. “But I do.”

To be fair to the Force, it was helpful in directing her hands as they punched in the location they needed to get to, but Nix guessed that was only because she understood the controls and the mathematical concepts they expressed. On it’s own the Force gave more “over there-ish” sort of directions when it wanted her to move somewhere in particular.

“I’m not…” Lasha started to say and cut herself short. “Wait. Monfi! He’s there and someone else is too.”

That should have set Nix’s heart a flutter.

But she knew the other person wasn’t Ayli.

“Best speed to get to them Goldie,” Nix said, pushing back on the concern those rose in her chest. 

She wasn’t going to find Ayli, but she was going to be taking a step close to her.

As it turned out, that step was a more rapid one than she’d anticipated as Goldie performed a millisecond long hyperspace jump to flash across the distance in an instant. Various alarms and warning went off and Nix groaned at the thought of the extra maintenance the hyperdrive was going to need. She didn’t scold Goldie though, or even mention it. When Nix had said best speed, she’d meant it. 

“What do you see there?” Lasha asked a moment later when the ship comms synced back up.

“It’s a shuttle,” Nix said. “It’s got Imperial markings on it but it’s not in great shape.”

“I’ve got two life signs on board,” Goldie said.

“Bring the shuttle into the hold,” Nix said. “Lasha if you want to dock up when you get here, we’ll have Monfi in our med room, if he needs it.”

“He probably will, the idiot,” Lasha said, expressing more affection in her reproach than a Jedi ever would have.

Or, well, most Jedi. The one actual example Nix had was an anomaly even by her own admission.

“Let’s go meet our new guests,” Nix said, rising from the pilot’s chair and heading towards the Goldrunner’s cargo hold.

“Do we need to worry about how warped the Xah is around that ship?” Solna asked, the first to tag along.

“It feels like its changing?” Rassi asked from behind her.

“It is,” Ravas said. “The cloak it wore was a borrowed one. Once we found what was underneath it, the shadow of the unknown faded.”

“So it’s not a danger to us?” Rassi asked.

“That depends if the owner left any nasty surprises inside for whoever found it,” Kelda said.

“No. We’re safe,” Nix said, feeling the wispy remnant of Ayli’s touch on the ship. “She sent this to us. She sent them to us.”

“I’ve got the override for the locks worked out,” Goldie said.

“Pop it open then,” Nix said and stepped back to avoid the gust of exhaust gasses Imperial shuttles often vented after they’d been sealed tight.

One of Goldie’s remotes tapped on the control panel beside the shuttle’s main access port and moved aside to give Nix a clear view into the ship.

A clear view which showed a human male and a Galruxian female both collapsed onto the shuttle’s deck.

“Coming through!” Goldie said as another four remotes scuttled past Nix to begin applying medical aid to the fallen humanoids.

“What happened to them?” Rassi asked.

“As a guess? Darsolys Gas poisoning,” Nix said.

“Did the Force tell you that?” Goldie asked, “Because that’s exactly what I’m reading here.”

“Not the Force,” Nix said. “Darsolys gas is one of the components used in shield systems on Imperial shuttles. If you’re extra paranoid about your shuttle being stolen, it’s also the easiest thing to rig to vent into the cabin, and since it’s non-lethal to most species, one of the better traps to put in something that you might want up triggering yourself.”

“Why are they in a trapped ship though?” Solna asked.

“Ayli put them there,” Nix said on pure intuition.

“She wanted to get them to safety,” Ravas said. “Clever really.”

“How so?” Rassi asked.

“People fleeing from a cruiser in a shuttle are rather unlikely to escape. Either the cruiser will tractor them back on board or the turbo laser batteries will reduce the ship to fine particles,” Kelda said. “If Ayli put them here, then she found a means to get them to safety which could not have been easy under the circumstances.”

“I suspect I know how she did it,” Nix said, hating that her guess almost had to be the correct one.

“She traded herself for them,” Ravas said.

“Yep,” Ayli said, neither surprised, nor disappointed. A part of her even felt a measure of pride in the generosity of her wife’s spirit. A far larger part however wanted to throttle Ayli for thinking throwing herself away to save others was always the play to go for.

Throttling wouldn’t help of course.

But it was still tempting.

“Ugh, why does my mouth taste like I’ve been drinking petrol?” Monfi asked as the treatment Goldie performed brought him back to consciousness.

Goldie had moved the shuttle’s two passengers out of the shuttle and had a roving air purification droid clearing away the remnants of the Darsolys gas that remained in the shuttle.

“After effects of the knockout gas you were hit with,” Nix said. “With the antagonist injection Goldie gave you, the side effects should fade in a few minutes.”

“My thanks to Goldie and yourself,” Monfi said, clearing his eyes and amending, “yourselves” when he saw the others who were gathered around. “You must be Nix?”

“That does seem to be my lot in life,” Nix said. “How did you know though?”

“Your friend and I have met before,” Monfi said, nodding towards Kelda, who nodded back.

“Your partner will be here shortly,” Kelda said.

“Oh, you found Lasha, wonderful,” Monfi said. “And there don’t seem to be any injuries from what I can see? Even better.”

“Do you know what happened to Ayli?” Rassi asked, the impatience of youth a blessed relief to Nix’s ears.

“She went back,” Bopo said, having been roused as well. “She flung me onto the ship and tossed us out of it to get us to safety.”

“Well, a measure of safety,” Monfi said. “We’d just about cleared the cruiser’s exterior when the shuttle gassed us.”

“That probably saved your lives,” Ravas said. “Once the ship had you disabled, you wouldn’t have registered as a threat to the cruiser’s sensors.”

“It wasn’t the ship who saved us,” Bopo said. “It was your wife. She said you’d know where to find her too.”

Nix inhaled and was silent for a moment.

Of course she knew where to find Ayli.

She’d known they were going to return to Praxis Mar someday ever since the moment they’d left it.

This was not the right moment though.

They hadn’t trained enough. They hadn’t learned enough about the Force.

They hadn’t had enough time together.

“Permission to board?” Lasha asked over the comms.

“Granted,” Nix said, largely perfunctorily as Goldie was already opening the hatches for Lasha and her two apprentices.

Monfi rose to greet his partner as she entered the cargo hold, but Lasha gave him little more than an eye roll and went to the shuttle.

“Hah!” she said. “I was right!”

“About what?” Nix asked.

“This isn’t the first cloaked ship I’ve had to hunt down,” Lasha said. “The Lich thinks he’s so terribly clever, but like most smart people, he’s deeply, deeply stupid as well.”

“Can we make use of that?” Nix asked.

“That depends,” Lasha said. “Do you think we could do something useful with the Lich’s phylactery?”

“His what?” Solna asked, staring at the shuttle as though something might leap out of it at her.

“An item he’s bound to,” Monfi said. “It’s what hold his connection to the living world.”

“Do you have those?” Rassi asked Kelda and Ravas.

“We’re not Liches,” Ravas said.

“It’s more than ‘an’ item though,” Lasha said. “It’s the item. So long as it exists, he can never be fully banished or destroyed.”

“And you can find it? With the shuttle?” Nix asked.

“Yes. Definitely,” Lasha said, triumph alight in her eyes.

“Where is it?” Rassi asked.

“I have no idea,” Lasha said. “But with this, I don’t need to.”

“You think you can follow the traces of his power that remain on the shuttle back to their ultimate source?” Ravas said.

“I know I can,” Lasha said. “We followed an Unsubtle to his next victim from one of the knives he left behind. The Lich presents itself completely differently in the Force, but the same threads of malice are there and those can only lead to the heart of his power.”

“It will be well protected if you’re right,” Kelda said.

“I don’t think it will be,” Ravas said. “Think like someone swallowed by the Dark Side. Who would you trust to guard the heart of your existence?”

“No one,” Kelda said.

“Someone I had absolute control over,” Nix said and was surprised when the others turned to look at her. “What? I know it’s stupid, but that’s what we’re predicating this whole endeavor on. Arrogance and poor decisions are like the two primary hallmarks of Dark Side Force users.”

“Both of those take a distant second to paranoia,” Ravas said.

“So they’re evil for being afraid?” Solna asked.

“Not in the slightest,” Ravas said. “Everyone is afraid, some people almost all the time. A Dark Side user’s paranoia is founded in guilt over what they’ve done and the fear that the power they’ve stolen will be stolen from them. Where other people will suffer through the fears, or rise above them, a Sith, or other Dark Sider, will let their fears swallow them and distort them away from any rational view of the galaxy. Fear becomes everything and sublimates into an anger which can only be assuaged by the suffering of others.”

“That doesn’t sound healthy,” Rassi said.

“The Dark Side is a sickness,” Lasha said. “Which is why we must fight it before it spreads.”

“You’re right,” Nix said. “Tracking down Paralus’ phylactery is the only path to defeating him permanently. It had to be done.”

“Then we don’t want to waste time,” Lasha said. “The longer we wait, the more faint the traces of the Lich’s power over this shuttle will grow.”

“Then we need to trade ships quickly,” Nix said.

“Trade? Why?” Lasha asked.

“Because you all need to find Paralus’ phylactery, and I need to find my wife.”

Star Wars: Mysteries of the Force – Ch 26

Being screamed at was never Ayli’s favorite thing in the world. Being screamed at by a slightly monstrous version of herself from less than a handspan away however was oddly calming.

“I know,” she said as the shackles on her wrists fell away.

“Um, who is this?” Monfi asked, still as securely fastened to the wall as he had been before the room became filled with the shattered remains of a half dozen HK droids.

“Me,” Ayli said. “This is me. I’m her, she’s me.”

Her other self bared the razor sharp, jagged teeth which Ayli couldn’t help but admire after seeing them tear off a droid’s head.

“She doesn’t seem to be terribly fond of you,” Mondi said, sounding as deeply confused as Ayli had ever heard him.

Ayli raised her hand, palm open and facing towards the Dark Side double she’d met in Shadowed Cave. The doppelganger raised a matching hand bent into a claw by barely contained rage.

“I’m sorry I can’t be you,” Ayli said. “I can get us out of here though.”

The doppelganger screamed again, and tore at the air between their hands, but without touching Ayli.

“Yeah, I get it, believe me, you’re not wrong. Destroying the danger we’re in, it would feel so good, and so right. And the fear? It’s warning us about so many things we need to be careful of.” Ayli looked into eyes which would forever be the blood red of rage and yellow of terror. A breath in, and a breath out. The peace she could find at home eluded her, but she was able to find her center.

It was a tumult, but she’d expected that. She might be able to play a good game with an enemy like Overwhelming, but with herself she had to be honest. The vast extent to which she wasn’t was something Kelda, Ravas, and Nix had helped her learn.

Far from being destroyed by confronting that truth though, Ayli had found strength there. Strength which didn’t fail her when her fears rose against like they always did.

Her Dark Side knew that too and broke their gaze first.

“You can rest now,” Ayli said, but the doppelganger shook her head, unable to speak or meet Ayli’s eyes.

Ayli wanted to reach out to the warped version of herself and say that everything was going to be okay.

But she didn’t know that it was.

And her anger and fear weren’t ready to sleep just yet.

Not when they were needed.

Not when existing as a separate embodiment was oh so easy in the Dark Side nexus of the ship.

Spinning on her heels, Ayli’s Dark Side took three steps to stalk out of the room, vanishing before she took a fourth.

She hadn’t disappeared though. From out in the hallway, Ayli could hear metal tearing and more screaming. Her Dark Side was very much not ready to cease its rampage.

“That’s not something you see every cycle,” Bopo said, seeming content to stay right where she was in her cell.

“No, it’s not,” Ayli said. “This place is unique though.”

“I’ve never heard of a Dark Side nexus working with a Jedi,” Monfi said.

“Not a Jedi.” Ayli freed her legs and moved over to Monfi to unbind his shackles as well.

“You’re not a Sith either though,” Monfi said.

“Nope. I don’t think a Sith’s Dark Side would be separate enough from them to do what…,” she gestured to the hallway where the sounds of destruction were growing more distant, “whatever she’s doing.”

“You don’t know?” Bopo asked.

“Not a clue.” Ayli unlocked the controls Bopo’s prison cell but couldn’t find the switch to drop the forcefield. “Or, well, one clue; she’s going to destroy Overwhelming. And this ship.”

“You can see her? Or sense her here?” Monfi asked.

“No, I just know what I want to do and I don’t think ‘restraint’ is a notable trait of the Dark Side.”

“If she destroys this ship, won’t that present a few issues for us?” Bopo asked.

“Oh, we’ll definitely die if we’re still onboard when she gets through with this place,” Ayli said. “Which is why we need to leave.”

“The droid, Overwhelming, it can still hear us can’t it?” Bopo asked.

“I’m sure it can,” Ayli said. “It’s got control of the ship’s systems. In fact, I’m pretty sure it could kill us at any point it wanted to. I mean, I don’t breath vacuum very well, how about you? It’d take a half second or so to open airlocks and maybe a minute for the air to all get sucked out?”

“But it needs us alive,” Monfi said, understanding the point Ayli was making.

“Exactly. If it spaces us, I suspect Paralus will arrange for an even worse punishment for failure than my Dark Side is planning on inflicting on Overwhelming.”

Monfi saw the trouble Ayli was having with the door mechanism and came over to inspect it as well, gesturing the question to Ayli of whether she wanted his help or not.

“That works out well for it and for us though,” Ayli said. “It’s smart, and it’s capable of thinking long term. It can easily allow us to get to an escape shuttle that it’s put tracking beacons in. We could search for those and disable them, but we’re under a time crunch too and, realistically, there’s no chance we would find all of the trackers Overwhelming could hide on something the size of a shuttle.”

“Couldn’t it just kill your Dark Side before she did too much damage though?” Bopo asked.

“No,” Monfi answered. “You saw what she did to those HK droids. Ayli’s other self is working with the power of a full Sith Lord here. Also, she’s a projection of the Dark Side. Stabbing her, blasting her, even blowing up the whole ship won’t matter. If something could cleanse this ship and restore balance to the Force here, that would disrupt her ability to manifest but that doesn’t seem like something a droid would be capable of.”

He worked a bit of no-Force related magic and the door to Bopo’s cell powered down.

“So where’s the nearest escape shuttle?” Bopo asked.

“This direction,” Ayli said, leading them out into the hall and in the opposite direction as her doppelganger had headed.

“How do you know that? I thought the Force didn’t work for you here?” Bopo asked.

“The Force works everywhere, even inside a Dark Side nexus,” Ayli said. “In this particular case though, I’m just familiar with Assassin-class corvettes.”

“Do I want to know why?” Bopo asked.

“Well, the Rebellion won, so all those things probably aren’t crimes anymore, but no, you don’t want to know.” Ayli watched the hallways they passed by. 

She knew her reasoning was sound, and she knew Overwhelming had heard her and agreed at least to the point of not spacing them all the moment they escaped the prison room. That didn’t mean she could afford to blithely ignore any warning signs they came across. She hadn’t mentioned that in addition to tracking beacons, Overwhelming could inflict serious but not fatal wounds on all of them, constraining them to land the shuttle somewhere far more convenient to be captured again. If a holding a city hostage had worked after all, holding a hospital was just as likely to.

That thought, and many others like it kept Ayli on high alert as they stalked to the shuttle bay where Ayli hoped they would find a ship.

When they arrived and a ship was in fact waiting for them, she almost turned them around though.

“What’s wrong?” Monfi asked, reading her change in mood from body language rather than the Force.

“This is a trap,” Ayli said.

“The Force is saying that because this is a Dark Side Nexus.” Monfi took a step into the room, before Ayli caught his arm.

“I’m not listening to the Force,” Ayli said. “You’re right that the Dark Side won’t show us a true picture of what’s happening, but this is still a trap.”

“We knew that coming here didn’t we?” Bopo said. “If the droid knows everything we’re doing, then it knows we’re doing this and it’ll have its own plans in place. That was the deal you talked out with it.”

“It was,” Ayli said. “But it’s a machine intelligence that serves a Force Lich. Betrayal and backstabbing are the electricity they run on. It should have attacked us by now.”

“And you want to wait around until it does?” Bopo asked.

“We can’t do that,” Monfi said. “We’re running out of time as it is.”

An explosion shook the ship, followed by a stronger one, and then one which knocked out the lights leaving the only illumination the landing lights in the shuttle bay.

“And now we’re out of time,” Monfi said. “It’s this or we find some other means of surviving the destruction of this ship.”

“No. It’s gotta be this. It’s just that this is a mistake,” Ayli said.

“And why might that be?” Paralus Stahl asked, stepping out of the shadows from beside them.

Ayli reached for her lightsaber but that was the first thing the droid had taken from her.

“We’re not coming to you,” Ayli said, moving to step in front of Bopo.

“I assure you that you are,” Paralus said, smug certainty dripping from every word. “You’re current resistance cannot change your destiny. You will return. No matter how hard you fight against it and how little you desire to succumb to your fate.”

“You’re going to a lot of effort for someone who thinks we’re going to do what you want regardless,” Ayli said.

“Destroying you is no effort at all,” Paralus said.

“You’re about to lose a whole ship over it,” Ayli said. “The cost is just going to keep rising the longer you pursue us.”

“The ship is no concern,” Paralus said. “It will survive or it will become a ghost, luring the unwary to their doom. Nothing you do will improve anyone’s situation, least of all your own.”

“You should probably start celebrating then,” Ayli said. “If you’ve won already, if our fates are decided, might as well throw yourself a party.”

“Your destruction awaits in the future and it will be in the moment when you finally accept that, when despair claims you at last, that is when my celebration shall begin,” Paralus said. “But where are my manners. You have a guest with you. A guest for whom I have no need.”

Ayli felt the killing lightning starting to gather in Paralus’s fingertips and moved to block the bolts that would take Bopo’s life.

But an interruption occurred.

Before Paralus could strike, a red lightsaber blade stabbed clean through his torso. His form turned to smoke as he fell and reformed with a blade of his own, facing off against Ayli’s Dark Side.

“Now we leave,” Monfi said, dashing towards the ship.

A hail of automated blaster fire opened up on him, but he sailed like the wind past them as the Dark Side’s influence was concentrated on the battle between Paralus and Ayli’s Dark Side.

“I can’t move like that,” Bopo said, the distance to the shuttle an impossible gap for anyone without Force powers to cover.

“You won’t have to,” Ayli said and took hold of her friend’s hand. “Just walk with me.”

Bopo looked at her, uncertainty writ large over her features until she managed to make peace with the death that awaited her.

Ayli didn’t lead Bopo to her death though. Step by slow step, they advanced towards the shuttle which Monfi was prepping for launch.

Around them, electronics and machinery exploded as a tornado of power tore through them. Halfway to the ship, Ayli stumbled but rose with fresh determination before Bopo could help her out. 

By the time they reached the ship, the hangar looked worse than if a bomb had hit it.

But not one shot had landed on either of them. 

“We made it!” Bopo cheered as Ayli pushed her up the ramp to the ship.

“Yes,” Ayli said. “You did. And now you’re going to get to safety.”

“What? No. You’re not staying. Why would you?”

“Tell Nix she knows where she’ll find me,” Ayli said. “Tell her what my eyes looked like too.”

Without waiting for Bopo’s protest, Ayli Force pushed her friend into the shuttle, slammed the entry hatch shut.

As the Force tornado cast the shuttle out into the void, Ayli turned to face the thing that had weathered the worst her Dark Side could throw at it, the deal she knew he would accept waiting on her lips.

Star Wars: Mysteries of the Force – Ch 25

Ayli needed helped. She hated to admit that, but she was wise enough to know that pretending otherwise was a fantastic method for getting herself and the people with her killed.

“They’re out there, searching for us,” Monfi said. He was pinned to the wall by grav-shackles, which looked to be somewhat less comfortable than the grav-shackles which bound Ayli to the inclined experimentation table. Of them all, only Bopo wasn’t shackled and that was because she’d been shuffled into one of the three small prison cells in the room the HK droids had forced them into.

“I’m pretty sure our friends following us is what Paralus is counting on,” Ayli said.

“Perhaps, but luring four trained Force users into a trap is a rather egotistical move,” Monfi said.

“Is it?” Archivist Bopo asked without rising from the small bench in her cell. “He managed to trap two of you, and he wasn’t even there.”

“She’s got a point,” Ayli said said. “The droid was able to hold a city hostage to compel us, but Paralus is going to have a much better lever against Nix and your people. Us.”

“Lasha knows better than that. The mission has to come first when dealing with a creature like Paralus,” Monfi said without concern or anger at the thought.

“That’s not how Nix think,” Ayli said, quietly loving her wife for that particular bit of madness. “She’s going to come for me even if it means tearing Praxis Mar apart rock-by-rock.”

“That doesn’t tend to work out well,” Monfi said, phrasing it as gently as he could.

“Oh, I’m aware of that,” Ayli said. “Which is why that’s an option we’re going to have to take off the table as quickly as possible.”

“Killing yourselves at this point doesn’t seem like a fantastic idea,” Bopo said. “Especially since, as a note, you’d be killing me as well.”

“Oh, killing ourselves isn’t an option at all,” Ayli said. “If I die, Nix won’t stop at tearing Praxis Mar apart.”

“Your wife sounds like a dangerous person,” Monfi said.

“She can be,” Ayli said. “But she’s also the most compassionate and kind person I’ve ever met.”

“I thought the Jedi teachings were to let go of attachments so that they wouldn’t draw you into the Dark Side?” Monfi said.

“We’ve learned from the Jedi, but neither of us are Jedi,” Ayli said. “And to be fair, I’m not sure the Jedi were either.”

“Because they didn’t follow their own code?” Monfi asked.

“They did, but over time the code changed, or their understanding of it did. I think the Jedi we know of may have evolved some somewhat offbase ideas on what their own code was supposed to mean,” Ayli said. “What we’ve learned from the Force Ghosts we know doesn’t exactly line up with the more recent Jedi texts we’ve recovered which survived the Imperial purges. The same is true with the Sith information we’ve turned up.”

“You found ancient Sith relics?” Monfi asked. “Did you destroy them? They are notoriously dangerous.”

“Nope. All the Sith writings we found were from an Imperial Inquisitor’s personal refuge. It’s possible he was making up things on his own, but some of his phrasing is identical to what Ravas, one of our Force Ghosts, learned from her master. Other bits, the kind that tend to change over time, had drifted, but you could see a path from the ancient ideas to the modern ones.”

“You know a Sith?” Monfi asked, more shocked by that than anything else Ayli had said to them since they met.

“A former Sith,” Ayli said. “Also dead. She’s thrown off the Dark Side more than I have at this point, but I guess sleeping for a thousand years in a Force nexus, protected by the woman she loved, could do that.”

“That’s…I’ve never heard of anything like that,” Monfi said.

“They’re pretty unique,” Ayli said. “I’ll have to introduce you to them both properly after we get out of here.”

“Do you have any thoughts on that?” Monfi asked. “I was hoping once we weren’t constrained by the hostages we could break out with our abilities, but the Force is so negative here that I can’t get much of a hold on it at all.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t anticipating that either,” Ayli said. “I’m willing to bet the droid was though.”

The temperature in the room rose sharply at that and Ayli smiled. Annoying machine intelligences was as easy as it was with organic ones. It was funny too to think of ‘droid’ as being an insult, but so far the two machine intelligences Ayli had met seemed to agree on that.

“There’s also the small problem that even if we do manage to break loose somehow, we’re on a ship in hyperspace. Not a lot of room to run and hide in here and none outside,” Monfi said.

“Escape shuttle?” Bopo suggested.

“Unless we waited till we were near a planet, the odds of anyone finding us are ridiculously slim. Also, the droid could just open up on that shuttle and destroy us in a single turbolaser volley, or tractor beam us right back inside.”

“So we need to escape without the droid noticing it?” Bopo asked.

“Oh, it will definitely notice. I mean, it’s listening to us now, so it’s not like our plans will be a surprise to it,” Ayli said.

The door to their prison cell opened and a half dozen of the HK droids entered.

“Oh, I’m sorry Overwhelming,” Ayli said. “Were we supposed to keep talking and reveal everything we’re going to do with you eavesdropping on the entirely automated ship which you have complete control over?”

“You will reveal whatever I wish for you to reveal,” the nearest droid said. “And my name is not Overwhelming.”

“Sorry Overwhelming, you had the chance to introduce yourself and you didn’t take it,” Ayli said as the HK’s marched over to her.

Any one of the droids could have easily killed her in her present circumstances. The Force wasn’t a terribly large help either. Despite the effort she’d put into connecting with it, and how much better she could feel and hear it, within the Dark Side nexus of the ship’s interior there was so much remembered pain and torment and despair that Ayli could hear little else in the Force, and certainly not true warnings as to what her fate was going to be.

“Might not be good to annoy the Hunter Killer droids there my dear,” Bopo said.

“You should listen to the Rodian woman,” the lead droid said.

“I am Galruxian, not a Rodian you worthless pile of chips,” Bopo said, rising from her bench at the ignorant insult the droid had spoken.

“You are meat,” the droid said. “If you’re fortunate, you will also prove to be useful bait. If you’re not, then there are many uses to which protein chains, calcium, or vital fluids can be put.”

“I find it curious that you feel the need to threaten us when you have us precisely where you want us to be, and as contained as you can possibly manage,” Ayli said.

“Threats are for meat-forms,” the droid said. “I am informing you of the algorithm to follow should you wish to survive beyond the current moment.”

 “Oh, right, droids can only think in code, can’t they,” Ayli said.

That earned a zap from one of the HK’s non-lethal weapon systems.

She flinched at the hit, but that was purely theatrical. The Force wasn’t being particularly vocal about what she was supposed to do, but it was still willing to move when she asked it too and redirecting Force lightning had been one of the earliest things she’d worked out how to do.

From the perspective of the HK droid, Ayli knew her clenched fist would look like a reaction to the shock she’d received. The spark of electricity that she was holding inside the fist wasn’t something she had an immediate use for, but it was a weapon and her history had taught her that the more weapons you had available the better.

“By all means, keep talking,” Overwhelming said.

“You’re being careful not to damage us,” Ayli said.

“That can change.”

“Oh? Is your master the forgiving sort? I haven’t read of many Sith who were particularly happy when their orders weren’t followed?” Ayli asked.

The HK unit shocked her again, and the spark in her first grew denser and more fierce.

“No orders were given that you had to enjoy the journey,” Overwhelming said.

“Real torture is off the table though. That’s interesting,” Ayli said, genuinely curious over why Overwhelming wasn’t using the implements that were on display beside the table she was shackled to. “Paralus wants to wait on that. I wonder why?”

“The others will feel our pain,” Monfi said.

“Which would let them intercept us?” Ayli wondered. It wasn’t entirely implausible. She’d already felt Nix reaching out to her and had responded with what little information she could manage to feed back through the stifling shadow of the Dark Side the ship was cloaked in.

Ayli hadn’t been able to give Nix a good sense of where she was but the two of them both knew where she was heading.

Praxis Mar had called to both of them, and, as the worst possible place in the galaxy for them to be drawn to, it made sense that Paralus’s base was there. It also made sense that Nix would make every effort to cut Overwhelming off before they got to Praxis Mar.

Paralus had nearly killed her in the Shadowed Cave, and Ayli had gotten the sense that he had confronted Nix as well. Facing him when he wasn’t extending himself across light years seemed like a fight they were guaranteed to lose, and that was before factoring in the well of power he’d be able to draw on from the Dark Side planet.

Since neither of them wanted to go to Praxis Mar, helping Nix find them sooner rather than far-too-late should have been the wisest move, but Ayli knew it wouldn’t work out like that.

Overwhelming’s ship was a flying horror show that was only “lesser” to Praxis Mar by virtue of the fact that it was orders of magnitude smaller. The people who had died within it numbered in the thousands. On Praxis Mar the number had been billions. In either location though, Paralus would wield far too much power to engage directly. Ayli knew losing fights, and she knew what you did when saw one. 

You found someplace else to fight.

So drawing Nix to intercept Overwhelming’s ship was not the right play.

Destroying Overwhelming’s ship? That was a much better option.

She had no idea how she was going to do that of course, but, as Kelda had mentioned more than once (though far less often that Ayli had expected her too), trusting in the Force meant believing that it was working through you even when you couldn’t understand how.

“Our connections are always there,” Kelda had said. “Those who came before us? They’re not simply part of the Force, not some distant, wispy ghosts that are just out of sight. They live on in our memory and in who we are. They are a part of us, and push us onwards, just as we carry them forward. You’re never lost, and neither are they.”

It was hard to believe that most of the time, and even harder to feel it, but belief can be a choice, and even when the heart is numb and silent, it was possible to remain open to what could be.

“You’re going to keep all these droids here to be menacing now I presume?” Ayli asked, casting her gaze on the rather excessive guard force Overwhelming had deployed.

“If you were properly menaced, you would be silent until you were commanded to speak,” Overwhelming said.

“I thought you wanted to hear what our plans were?” Ayli asked, sensing movement in the Force. 

Something dark and wicked was heading towards them.

“Your plans are irrelevant,” Overwhelming said. “You are unarmed, and helpless. What do you think you can do to change your fate?

“Oh, I have no idea,” Ayli said, with complete honesty. Each of the plans she had come up with were almost certain to lead to a messy demise. 

The Force was her ally though, and the Force moved in mysterious ways.

“But I bet she does,” Ayli said as a Dark Side reflection of herself appeared at the far side of the room and began tearing the HK droids apart with her bare hands.

Star Wars: Mysteries of the Force – Ch 24

Space battles are not especially comfortable places to be. Aside from the ever-imminent chance of winding up on the wrong side of a turbo-laser barrage, there was the fact that people tended to die in battles, usually quite a lot of them and the Force wasn’t especially fond of that. That it was all too ready to share the burst of agony on top of the miasma of fear and uncertainty and rage of everyone involved made being in a pitched battle less than enjoyable for Nix.

“Should we be heading in there to help out?” Goldie asked.

“Help out who?” Nix said, glad that they were only ‘near’ the battle which was unfolding rather than in it. At least for the time being.

“You can’t sense who the good guys are?” Goldie asked.

“I sense a lot of angry and frightened people out there,” Nix said. “Motivations though? Not so much.”

“I don’t think Ayli’s caught in that,” Ravas said. “I can’t sense her but the Dark Side ship would stand out even at this distance.”

“Can the evil Jedi hide their ship?” Solna asked. “They told us warping the Xah to cloak themselves was an evil Jedi trick.”

“The word you’re looking for is ‘Sith’,” Kelda said, “Though, to be fair, there certainly have been members of the Jedi order who fell to evil ends without naming themselves as Sith.”

“The Sith arts do include the ability to cloud minds,” Ravas said. “They can hide themselves, their actions, and their aims, but the shadow of the Dark Side is always perceptible. You won’t know that a Sith, specifically, is working against you, but you’ll always be able to tell that the Dark Side is on the rise.”

“I gather that’s how the Galactic Empire rose to power,” Kelda said. “A Sith incited the galactic civil war and Dark Side rose in the strife which followed making it impossible for the Jedi to discern the Sith’s movements and power plays against the overall misery in the galaxy.”

“I’m sensing a lot of misery out there,” Rassi said as a small frigate erupted in a bloom of fire and shrapnel.

“This would be a good hiding spot for the Dark Side vessel,” Ravas said. “But even against this background, it’s presence would stick out.” A worried expression crossed her face. “Probably.”

“Probably?” Solna asked.

“My training in the Sith arts was never, technically, completed,” Ravas said. “When I died, I was still an apprentice.”

“I imagine when you crushed your masters heart into grains of dust that would count as a graduation ceremony, no?” Kelda asked.

“In theory, yes, the only means for a Sith apprentice to become a master is to claim the position through murder, but I was no longer a Sith by then,” Ravas said. “Assuming that’s something I can ever be free of.” Kelda laid a hand on Ravas’ arm in a wordless should of support. “The important point though is that while most Sith would not be capable of hiding the ship in an area like this, I can’t be entirely certain that it would be beyond a Force Lich like Paralus.”

“Then we need to get in there right?” Goldie asked.

Almost as thought in answer to her question, one of the battle cruisers chose that moment to shatter into two pieces as it released the ball of plasma which consumed its midsection.

“They really should have taken their hyperdrive off line before the shooting started,” Nix said. “And no. We’re still far enough off that their scanners will be ignoring us. If we move in, both sides will assume we’re with the other and place us on their ‘To Be Exploded’ list. I know you’re tough, and I know you want to rescue Ayli as much as I do, but neither her nor I want you to get at all exploded, okay?”

“No,” Goldie grumbled in a tone that offered more agreement than her word did.

“Good, because if you two are willing, I think it would be worth trying to sense where Ayli is with the Force,” Nix said.

“We can try,” Rassi said.

“We can find her,” Solna said. “Rassi is really good at that.”

“You’re better,” Rassi said.

Nix let them argue back and forth while she led them back to the cargo hold. There wasn’t anything stopping them from trying the meditation in the cabin, except for how distracting checking the scanners would have been.

As they walked back to hold, Kelda spoke to Nix silently.

“If you have any fears, you will want to find what peace you can with them,” Kelda whisper to Nix in the Force.

“I know. I could affect that they see if I let fear or anger into our communion,” Nix said. “Letting go of those is easier said than done.”

“As a wise old Jedi master allow to assure you that with all your training, that will still be true. Ask me how I know.”

“Even a thousand years as a ghost doesn’t take the edge off things I take it?” Nix asked.

“Maybe two thousand is the magic number. We’ll see.” Kelda winked at her. “That said, our training does help. Use what you know and you all will be fine.”

“Thanks,” Nix said. “For everything so far. I know your condition isn’t exactly optimal, but I don’t know if I’d still be here if not for you and Ravas.”

“I doubt we would be either if not for you and Ayli,” Kelda said. “So just remember that we are with you. Always.”

They arrived at the cargo hold and sat down together in a closer circle than the one they’d danced.

“Okay, I think I understand what Ravas and Kelda are suggesting,” Nix said. “It’s important that you know that you don’t have to do this though. And I don’t just mean now. If you start to feel uncomfortable and want to stop, draw away, break the link. That’s not just for you. Negative emotions can cloud this sort of sharing and quickly twist it into something it shouldn’t be.”

“Like what?” Rassi asked.

“Seeing a vision of someone else, or somewhere else is an incredibly inexact process,” Nix said. “Fear could swing our vision around to the source of the fear or an image of how it might manifest. I’m worried, for example, that we can’t sense the ship because it’s crashed and they’re all dead. If I bring that into our meditation, we might see a vision of the ship in pieces on a planet and dead bodies all around it. It won’t be true, not necessarily, but it will feel true and that can lead to more fear and even worse visions.”

“How do we get rid of our fear then?” Rassi asked.

“You don’t,” Nix said. “There’s a time and place to reject fear and move past it by sheer willpower. That doesn’t banish the fear though, only time will really do that. Instead, for this, you want to acknowledge your fears. Some of them might be silly, but some may be well founded too. Remind yourself that you will deal with all of them but for now you don’t need the warning they’re giving you. You’re working on something else and will get to them when its their turn.”

“That sounds like we’re treating them like children?” Solna said.

“Sure. That’s a fine image for them. Picture your fears as little kids jumping around your ankles. They’re all certain that what they have to tell you is the most important thing in the world, but you know they don’t understand things like you do. You know they can wait and be good little toddlers for just a little bit.”

Rassi laughed and a the ghost of a smile graced Solna’s lips.

Nix closed her eyes and began to center herself, feeling the girls do the same beside her.

Extending her hands, Nix felt their minds join together at the shared touch. Neither Rassi nor Solna had quite mastered the fears but Nix could tell that they were both doing their best to find some distance from the worst of their imaginings.

“Let me show you Ayli,” Nix said, slowly forming an image, purely visual at first, of the woman she felt like she’d known her whole life and at the same time had only just met.

“Stars, she’s beautiful!” Solna said. Which, Nix felt was inarguably true, though she suspected some of her own appreciation of Ayli might have been leaking into the image Nix was sharing of her.

“She’s blue?” Rassi said with a giggle.

“And very strong in the Force,” Nix said, adding the impression of Ayli’s life energy to the image, which drew gasps from both Rassi and Solna. “Do you think you can find her?”

“Yes,” Rassi said.

“Let’s do this,” Solna added and she felt the two of them read out to the stars.

What they found however was not Ayli.

Within the star system but on the opposite end of the battle which raged before them, there was a presence, searching planets and the space between them just as they were.

Tentatively, the presence reached out, seeking the shape and source of the awareness Solna and Rassi were projecting.

Who are you? the presence asked.

Seekers, Nix answered, placing herself in front her wards.

We are seekers as well, the presence asked. There is no darkness in you?

There is darkness in all things, Nix said, but we do not bend to our darkness.

Nor do we, the presence said, we seek my partner and the one who abducted him.

We seek my wife and the one who abducted her, Nix said, gambling on trusting the presence largely because she felt the Force’s approval of them.

Your wife is a Jedi is she not? My partner is a Phantom Stalker.

My wife has Jedi training, though is not perhaps a Jedi exactly. And you and your partner are Padal Horizon Knights are you not?

Nix felt the walls between them fall down.

We should speak with ship comms, the presence said.

Agreed. Less taxing and quicker. Let’s rendezvous on the sunward side of the battle, Nix suggested.

Agreed, the presence said and withdrew.

“What was that?” Rassi asked as the three of them opened their eyes and broke the meditative link which bound them.

“We found someone else who’s looking for Ayli,” Nix said. “Monfi’s partner is out there, probably with her apprentices. We’re going to meet up so we can talk with laser comms and not be overheard by the battle over there.

“Laying in a course now,” Goldie said.

“You know where to go?” Nix asked.

“I’m guessing it’s the single ship that’s heading around the battle and well away from it?” Goldie asked. “I might have gone into active scanning mode since no on in the battle is going to notice anything sort of a target lock, and maybe not even that.”

Nix rolled her eyes, not so much at Goldie but at herself for not anticipating that.

To Goldie’s credit though, the scan did prove to be helpful and the course she worked out kept them well away from the battle’s ever shifting fringes while making quick time to the rendezvous point.

“Goldrunner, this is Corvid 1256,” the voice and image of a Xabrak woman said as a connection between the two ships was established.

“Greetings Corvid 1256, this is Goldrunner, Nix Lamplighter speaking,” Nix said, intrigued by the generic designation for the Horizon Knight’s ship. While it would have sounded boring to most people, to Nix it suggested they did a lot of more undercover work than she would have imagined there was call for.

“Greetings, I am Lasha and I believe we may have information which could be of use to one another.”

“Indeed. We’ve come from the Praxis Mar system, where I am pretty sure the ship which kidnapped our people was heading and they have no arrived there yet,” Nix said. “I’m hoping you’ll have better news on where their trail went.”

“Sadly, that’s what I was hoping to get from you,” Lasha said. “We followed their trail from Halphi to here. We found signs of them in two systems leading here, but we lost them in the Haldoni system.”

“That’s one jump before here,” Goldie put in helpfully.

“Yes,” Lasha said. “I can’t sense them here at all though.”

“There aren’t any other good hyperspace lanes out of Haldoni,” Goldie said.

Nix inhaled, breathing in calm and clearing her thoughts.

Ayli was alive.

She was out there.

And she needed help.

“Then we’re going to have start looking at the bad ones,” Nix said.

Star Wars: Mysteries of the Force – Ch 23

There’s a thing about someone insisting that they had to see you and just not taking “no” for an answer, a thing Nix had learned early on in her career – those are the people you usually just do not want to meet at all.

“If Praxis Mar is calling to you, why are we heading away from it at maximum sublight speed?” Kelda asked.

“Because the nav computer hasn’t worked out the jump coordinates yet,” Nix said, doing her best to put everything out of her mind. 

Ideally she only wanted to shut out the booming, wordless voice of the planet that had been swallowed by the Dark Side, but it was loud enough that she could either close out everything or let the planet’s call crash through her loud of to rattle her bones.

“I’m inclined to agree with her decision here,” Ravas said.

“We’ve had poor luck with running away before,” Kelda said.

“And poorer luck with Praxis Mar,” Ravas countered. “If we do have to face Paralus there, we’d be better off all together.”

“Point taken,” Kelda said.

Nix cast a glance over at Rassi and Solna, who’d settled into the comms and engineering chairs behind her. Neither of the girls looked like they were doing especially well and Nix’s guess was that their condition had nothing to do with the near death waltz they’d danced.

“Leaving seems good,” Solna said. “We shouldn’t be here. Nothing should be here.”

“She’s not wrong about that,” Ravas said.

“What is that thing?” Rassi asked, huddled in on herself.

“What you’re feeling in Praxis Mar, a planet which has been lost to the Dark Side of the Force,” Kelda said.

“We spent a few centuries there,” Ravas added. “It’s as unpleasant as you’re imagining.”

“They may be getting it worse than any of us did,” Nix said. “The people of the Silent Enclave are incredibly sensitive to the Force. What they’re feeling from this distance is probably what we were feeling at ground level. Or possible even worse.”

“How could you stand to be on a planet like that?” Rassi asked.

“You’ve grown up in the enclave which is so quiet in the Force that I couldn’t even sense Nix when she was there,” Kelda said. “The rest of the galaxy is, not quite so calm.”

“It’s all like this?” Solna asked.

“Not in the slightest,” Ravas said. “This is monumentally bad. Short of the site of an in-progress massacre, you won’t find anything that comes close to be as unpleasant.”

“Which isn’t to say that there aren’t plenty of places where the Force is twisted and gnarled and you will feel like misery is pouring down on you like rain,” Kelda said.

“How do you even handle that?” Rassi asked.

“It varies,” Ravas said. “I can assure you that trying to grab as much powerful as possible so that you can force the galaxy to align with how you believe it should be is, most assuredly, not the right answer though.”

“Nor is shutting everything else out and trying to meditate yourself to a higher plane,” Kelda said.

“You take it as you go,” Nix said. “If you want the real secret to adulthood there it is. We’re all just bumbling along as best we can. Some people like to make endless plans, some react mindlessly and hope for the best, some cast aside all responsibility and belief that faith in whatever they can find will make everything turn out right. Everyone else, which is pretty close to everyone, we make it up as we go and do what we can.”

“That doesn’t sound like it’s enough to deal with something like this Praxis Mar place,” Solna said.

“It’s not,” Nix said. “That’s why we’re running away.”

“Got the jump coordinates when you’re ready to go Mom,” Goldie said.

“Probability that our target system is the one Ayli’s prison ship would have gone through?” Nix asked before hitting the lightspeed jump button.

“High 90’s,” Goldie said. “The next nearest system with a hyperspace lane here is another seven systems past us. Assuming they didn’t overshoot and come back around by an unnecessarily long road, we should find them in the target system.”

“Let’s hit it then,” Nix said and punched the Goldrunner in hyperspace.

The moment the stars began to shift, she heard a despairing wail as Praxis Mar fell impossibly far behind them.

Once the familiar blue swirl of hyperspace filled the front viewport, the crushing weight of the planet’s insistent call dropped away leaving Nix’s thoughts clear once more.

“When we arrive, go to full active scan okay?” she asked, calling up the star charts for their destination.

“That’s going to attract attention,” Goldie said. “Are we picking a fight?”

“From what Ayli was able to convey, it’s a fight that we’d lose,” Nix said.

“Why didn’t we bring Thirty Two then?” Goldie asked.

“Well, first of all, we can’t just take command of Sali’s fleet,” Nix said.

“Aunt Sali would be fine with that,” Goldie said. “And Aunt Zin would smack her if she wasn’t.”

Nix laughed.

“While that is probably true, Sali has her fleet blockading Praxis for a good reason, and I’d rather not let Paralus bring in whatever reinforcements that blockade is holding at bay.” Nix suppressed the small pang of longing for Sali’s presence. Sali had reached the point of accepting that the two of them were not cut out to be a romantic couple, in part because Sister Zindiana was a much better partner in crime, and in part because Sali and Nix fit together so much better as friends than they had as lovers. Not that being lovers had been terrible, but as friends there was just a little bit more sanity in there relationship than there had been.

In the face of possibly losing Ayli and having to deal with the overwhelming might of a Dark Side planet though, Nix was tempted to think her life could use a bit more of Sali and Zin’s unique brand of madness.

“A thought,” Kelda said. “If the ship’s scans will draw attention from the locals, why not ask our young friends for their input. As you said, they are quite gifted in sensing the Force.”

“They’ve never met Ayli though. They wouldn’t know what to listen for,” Nix said, having thought of and already rejected that possibility.

“But you do,” Ravas said.

“I can’t just tell them though,” Nix said.

“Of course not,” Kelda said. “You’ll show them.”

“You did say they were both especially gifted in sensing the Force,” Ravas said.

“What would we have to do?” Rassi asked.

“And why can’t you reach your wife now, you were talking to her before weren’t you?” Solna asked.

“It wasn’t exactly talking,” Nix said. “Not with words.”

“Well, whatever it was, can’t you just do that again?” Solna asked, fidgeting her seat as though the answer might be enough to corrupt her.

Or maybe it was her desire to understand that she was afraid was corrupting her. Nix put a pin in that thought. She and Solna and Rassi were going to have a long conversation at some point about what ‘corruption’ really meant and how they needed to be honest with themselves rather than allowing themselves to be strangled by dogma.

“It’s tiring for her,” Nix said, banishing the frustration from her voice. They were moving towards Ayli as fast as Goldie’s engines could take them, which meant it was a time for patience, and with the girls she wanted, above all else, to show them they could trust her. “I held onto her for as long as she could manage it but communing with the Force inside a Dark Side Nexus is like tearing yourself in half. Part of you needs to be open and part of you needs to shut out the urges and impulses the Dark Side will flood into you.”

“Can you feel her at all?” Rassi asked, her whole face an expression of unmasked concern.

“No,” Nix admitted with a shake of her head. “Or, not like I want to. I know she’s still alive. I know they’re not hurting her. Not yet, but I can’t imagine that’s not a tool they plan to break out if they need to compel our behavior.”

“It’s not a tool we’re going to give the opportunity to make any use of,” Ravas said.

“That’s the plan,” Nix said. “I don’t know if I’m comfortable including Rassi and Solna in it though.”

“Why? What’s wrong with us helping?” Rassi asked.

“We can do it,” Solna said, which surprised Nix given the girl’s overall discomfort with anything even Jedi-adjacent.

“You have the ability, absolutely,” Nix said. “But there’s danger in looking for someone in general. The local pirates or law enforcement or whatever they call themselves may not be able to detect you scanning a system looking for someone, but other Force users might be able to and they might be able to lay traps.”

“We know to avoid corruptions in the Xah,” Solna said. “We weren’t entirely sheltered.”

“There’s corruptions, pockets of the Dark Side, and then there are traps with are specifically intended to go unnoticed until that can do something nasty, like show you what you’re afraid you might see, or reveal your location to the person who set the trap.”

“How do you avoid those?” Rassi asked.

“I have no idea,” Nix said. “I’ve only read about them.”

“When I was a Jedi we would simply trigger the trap,” Kelda said. “That was usually the best method of finding the person who’d put it together. A frightening vision is nothing against a prepared mind, and if they knew where we were, so too would we learn their location.”

“More than a few Jedi fell into Sith clutches thanks to that sort of hubris though,” Ravas said. “And the ones who didn’t were trained in the sort of mental games the Jedi and Sith play with each other since they were children.”

“Which is why I don’t think it’s a good idea for Rassi and Solna to help out here. A general system is dangerous enough but this would be looking for someone we know is trapped in a Dark Side nexus.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Rassi said. “We can do this.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt,” Nix said. “You’ve been through enough and this isn’t your fight.”

“I think it is,” Solna said. “If I moved the Xah to bring you to us to help us escape, you had to be following it because we fit into your life in a way that would balance things. This might be why we’re here.”

“Nope,” Nix said. “You’re here because you’re choosing to be and that’s it. You don’t owe me or the galaxy anything else. Your happiness doesn’t come with a price tag.”

“Solna’s right,” Rassi said. “You helped us because that’s who you want to be, even if the Xah or the Force isn’t telling us to help you, I think that’s how we become who we want to be.”

Nix drew in a long breath and let it out in a sigh.

This wasn’t an argument she was going to win. She didn’t need the Force to tell her that. She had plenty of memories of being a teenager to know how stubborn young humans could be.

“They needn’t be as exposed as you imagine,” Ravas said.

“Indeed. If you are joined together, they can offer you their sense so that if you do encounter anything it will be your defenses which stand against it first,” Kelda said.

“Or more precisely, ours,” Ravas said.

“I am still stretched a bit thin,” Kelda said. “Dispelling Paralus’ shade was a bit taxing.”

“Then you’ll this to me,” Ravas said. 

“Whatever you’re going to do, I would get ready,” Goldie said. “We’ll be dropping out of hyperspace in about ten seconds.”

Nix turned her attention back to the passive scanners as the stars slammed back into place, only to find she didn’t need the sensors right away. 

Not when the lights from a fantastic battle between two armadas were exploding in the distance.