The Path of Dreams

A/N: This chapter is not individually numbered because in the PG version most of chapter 15 does not find it's way on the page. To avoid confusion with my chapter numbering, this will also be called Chapter 15.

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~Chapter 15 Part 2~

Errant Venture, Coruscant System

The Pulsar Skate sat down on the deck of the familiar hangar of the Errant Venture, which immediately turned and, at maximum speed, high-tailed it away from Coruscant’s sun to the closest jump point. Valin let out a sigh of relief and easily felt the relief of those around him. Once Mirax cut the repulsors, he quickly undid his crashwebbing, he suddenly felt a presence that he very much wanted to see. Its brush was soft and not strong, but he knew someone was concentrating on him very closely, even if the person wasn’t Force-sensitive. Closely followed by his parents, they made their way into the main hold of the yacht and found the others by the hatch that Zekk had already taken the liberty of opening.

They silently made their way down the ramp with Valin in the lead, his parents followed while the rest followed a little hesitantly. Valin came to a stop a few meters from the Skate when the mountain of a man who was his grandfather appeared from around another transport in the hangar. Valin would have snickered at the groan he heard his father let out, if he hadn’t been distracted by searching the hangar for what he sensed.

“Well, well,” Booster Terrik embraced his only grandson. “I’m glad to see you made it, Valin. Of course, going to prison for something you really shouldn’t is the Terrik way.” Valin didn’t miss the pointed look his grandfather gave to his father.

“Thanks, Granddad,” Valin stepped away from the man he had inherited his height and broad shoulders from, and looked round the flight deck again; the presence was stronger. Then he looked back and said as he smiled, “But I would be on Centax-3 right now with a two centimeter energy sucking worm as my only friend until I’d be made into a Force ghost, if it hadn’t been for them—all of them.” He added and made sure that his gaze fell onto Corran.

If Booster realized what Valin was implying, he ignored him and instead smiled at Mirax, who had moved to stand beside Valin. She went into his open arms and said as he let her go, “Hi, Dad.”

Booster continued to grin and, in his typical no-nonsense way, said, “I suppose I can’t convince you to come home where you belong with me too. Corellia could use a good supply procurer.”

Mirax tilted her head and gave him a you-know-I-can’t-do-that look and backed it up with, “Dad, we’ve been through this. I may support Corellia, but my place is with Corran. That’s why I risked my neck to leave when I was under house arrest.”

Booster flashed his son-in-law a look of disdain and said, “Yeah, so you keep telling me.” Booster then said to Corran as Mirax moved away from him, “I don’t understand it, Horn. You are supposed to be a Corellian! How in the blazes can you follow that Vader-wannabe? But then I don’t understand how Han Solo could have raised a kid like him to begin with. How can he do what he does to his own people is beyond me.” Suddenly, Valin noticed something; Booster didn’t call Corran “CorSec” as he always did when he was not pleased with Corran. Valin sadly realized that the omission meant that Booster didn’t really consider Corran worthy of even a title as disconcerting to the old man as “CorSec”.

Corran’s face though retained an expression of complete composure as he responded, “I serve a higher purpose than just a single planetary government or Jacen Solo. I serve the Force, Booster.”

Booster scoffed and gestured to the others standing in the back of the family, Valin suddenly felt the other Jedis’ discomfort, but Allia’s, not knowing of the family history, was the most profound. “And these other Jedi, plus Princess Leia, don’t?”

“Booster, I refuse to argue over this with you,” Valin was actually surprised at the emotion in his father’s voice. “I have to follow what the Force is telling me.”

Suddenly, Valin stopped his visual search of the hangar and stared at Corran, there was something about that last that sent a chill through Valin.

Booster was gritting his teeth as he snapped, “And what does the Force tell you, Horn, that is different from these Jedi?”

Valin watched as Corran seemed to deflate, but he was still determined. Quietly, he admitted, “It’s telling me that this is my path, Booster. It’s telling me that my family will be ripped apart if I choose to follow it’s will,” Corran wasn’t looking at the burly old man as he said this, he was staring at Mirax and Valin with sadness, “and it’s telling me that if I leave, all hope will be gone as well.”

Something about that statement shook Valin as nothing else could, but before he could ponder too long or even question his father, he heard a shriek that spun him around so fast he nearly lost his balance.

“Valin!!”

He watched as she came running down the aisle between the ships in the hangar and all other thought left him. All worry left him and he took off as fast as he could in her direction. Taking a running leap, she landed in his open arms, and he only kept from being pushed over by anchoring himself to the decking by touching the Force. Instantly, all that mattered to him was the feel of her pressed tightly against him as he buried his face into her silky blond hair, while she clutched him with her face pushed into his chest. He breathed in her sent and shamelessly let his tears go. Their words were intelligible to anyone who may have heard them, sob-filled and joyous sounds that only they could possibly understand. He hugged her as tightly as she did him, and for a long time nothing else in the galaxy existed.

Finally, he whispered in a cracking voice, “Syal, I’m so sorry.” She pulled back far enough to meet his eyes, and he wiped the tears off her cheek. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured again.

She swallowed and shook her head, “No. Valin, it wasn’t anyone’s fault and you have nothing to be sorry for.” She brought her hands up to cup his stubbly face. “Valin, I love you.”

He smiled and continued to rub his thumb gently over her cheek. His vision of the brown-haired, blue-eyed little girl and the baby in Syal’s arms came to his mind, and then he made a decision. He had been given a second chance at life and he wasn’t going to waste a moment of it. He stepped back a pace, and only smiled broader when he felt and saw her puzzlement. He took her hands into his and kissed her fingertips, he swallowed and said, “Syal Antilles, you have always been here for me and over the years you have become my best friend. I love you more than there are stars in the galaxy, and I can’t imagine my life without you.” He vaguely heard his mother gasp as if she knew what he was about to do, while he felt his father’s love and encouragement. From Jaina and Zekk he felt a wiry, amusement full of friendship. It slightly bothered him that they had such a large audience, which also included most of the hangar crew. But he also didn’t care. All that mattered was what he was about to ask the one person he’d risk everything for—including his life.

“Oh, Valin, you are my best friend too,” she softly responded when he paused to gather his thoughts.

Suddenly, he dropped to one knee before her and she gazed down at him, her blue eyes filled with excitement and love. Still holding her hands as tightly as he dared to, he cleared his throat and asked, “Syal, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

Syal gasped and he watched as the tears came anew. She pulled him up as she cried, “Yes! Oh, by the gods, Valin. Yes!” She threw her arms around his neck and they came together in a hungry kiss full loving passion, joy and hope for a happy future.

Suddenly, a gruff voice sounded over the ship’s intercom, “Capt’n, we’re reverting in two minutes.”

Booster’s voice was unnaturally brittle as it came through Valin’s love fogged mind and brought reality crashing down on him. He and Syal turned and moved back toward the others who were still by the Skate, “If you plan to get off, now’s the time. We’re only coming out of hyperspace long enough to pick up a message packet.”

Mirax deadpanned, “So, Karde’s still in the business.”

Booster glanced at Corran and then nodded. “He’s a real Corellian.”

Corran, ignoring the slight, turned toward Valin and Syal who held each other around the waist, and looked like they had no intentions of leaving that stance. Grinning, he held out his arms to Syal and said, “Congratulations. I’m so happy for you to.” Syal returned his smile and left her new fiancé’s side long enough to hug Corran.

“Thank you, Uncle Corran.” After she moved away from the hug, her grin turned lopsided and she said, “Emmm…Something about that just doesn’t sound right now.”

Mirax took her adopted “niece” into her arms and snickered, “I would hope so. But then you never did think of each other as cousins. You seem to forget about that first kiss.”

Valin actually felt as if he was going to blush, something he didn’t do easily. “Mom…”

But Mirax had a mischievous gleam in her eyes and cut him off, “Oh, I’m not talking about the one when she was recovering. That one I think will scar your mother’s dear heart forever.” She patted him on his cheek and added, “Why are only fathers allowed to be over-protective with their daughters?” She winked at Syal as she said, “Corellian mothers can be just as bad with their sons.” Syal chuckled and Valin watched as a soft flush tinted her cheeks. Mirax looked back at Valin as she continued, “No, I’m talking about the one when you were eight.” Now Valin did blush, but Mirax was merciless. “I will never forget Wedge’s expression when he saw you lay one on his five year old daughter. Just remember, Val, he’s a very over-protective Corellian father.”

“Mom!” The whole group including Syal was laughing.

Then the gruff voice came over the speaker again. “Revision in forty-five seconds.”

After everyone embraced or shook hands with Mirax and Corran, they moved up the ramp. Booster stopped them by saying, “Mirax, take care of yourself until next time.”

She turned and smiled at her father, Valin could feel her sadness and uncertainty. “You too, Dad. May the Force be with you—all of you.”

Booster grinned, “Oh, I think it will be. The Imperial Remnant has a new leader these days who is very dedicated to Corellia.”

Corran was the one who responded first, “It does? I haven’t heard anything.”

Booster’s grin became wider and Valin knew it was because his grandfather had one over on his Jedi know-it-all son-in-law. Suddenly, Valin’s heart leapt into his throat.

However before Booster had his chance to spring his surprise, Syal announced nonchalantly, “Yeah, my cousin has just been named Supreme Commander of the Imperial Fleet.”

Before anyone else had a chance to process what exactly Syal meant, Jaina’s higher than normal voice entered the conversation, “Do you mean—Jagged Fel?”

Syal smiled from her wrapped up position by Valin’s side, “Of course, I mean Jagged and since the Remnant is our biggest ally, he will no doubt want to meet with you once we get to Corellia. I know your mom and Jessi Chivel have been very helpful to him and Dad. We can always use more Jedi.”

Valin watched as Jaina’s face turned from one of suspicion to one of total and utter shock and possibly even fear. Then he noticed the scowl on Zekk’s as he stared at his fiancée. Remembering Jaina’s love affair with the former Chiss pilot, Valin suddenly wondered just what Jaina let slip through their bond. This should be interesting.

~~~

Skywalker’s Apartment, Temple District, Coruscant

Luke lifted the mug of hot chocolate to his lips as he looked out over the dawning of a new day over Galactic City from the living room window. He felt Mara’s approach from the kitchen, but he didn’t turn to look at her. Instead he waited for her question.

“Where’s Jys? I don’t sense her and I expected her to be up by now.” Mara took a cursory look out the window, and then looked back over at Luke. “Luke?”

He pulled out of his robe pocket the crumpled note and simply handed it Mara. Taking it, and gave him another questioning glare before reading it. When she glared again at Luke more puzzled than before, he said, “Read it through the Force.”

She complied and gasped as she met Luke’s eyes, “She lied? So, where is she?” Luke could feel her impatience, but he also knew the truth would hurt her.

He gazed at her simply asked, “Where do you think she is? Where would she go that would cause her to lie to us?”

Horror flashed though her expression and through their bond as she whispered, “Ben.”

Luke turned away as he nodded. “I’m afraid so.”

Mara’s frustration and anger at having her trust betrayed finally exploded, “We will see about this!” She spun away and headed toward their bedroom, but then she stopped. Slowly turning back to Luke, she deflated and quietly asked, as she realized what pragmatic Luke didn’t say. “It’s too late isn’t it? You think they had sex, don’t you? We should have known this was going to happen.” After a long pause where they just stared at each other, she angrily shouted, “He’s only kriffin’ sixteen! Surely, Jysella Horn has more sense than to sleep with our sixteen year old son?” Then she calmly inquired with a pointed look, “But how can you be so sure something happened?”

Luke took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I know. Let’s leave it at that.” He sat his mug on the table, and moved to stand before his wife, “There is nothing we can do about it now except make sure it doesn’t happen again. I’ll knight her and she will be assigned to Krylon. The only thing we can hope is that she isn’t pregnant from this.”

Mara stared in utter terror at him and hoarsely repeated in a small voice, “Pregnant? Oh, Luke, none of us are even remotely ready for the complications of that.”

Luke swallowed and took Mara into his arms, as he buried his face into her still vibrant red hair. “I know, Mara. I know. But whatever happens, we have to keep them away from each other for a while. Then if they are meant to be together, I’ll welcome her into the family with open arms, but until then,” his eyes became hard as he met hers again, “I don’t want Jysella Horn anywhere near our son.”

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Jacen Solo’s Apartment, Coruscant

Ben smiled as he drifted out of his dreams into wakefulness. His arms were wrapped around her as she slept on his chest and he absently caressed her bare back. She felt so warm and soft, and Ben never wanted her to leave. He sensed her awaken and she took a deep breath as she turned her head to look up at him. “Hi,” he simply and shyly said.

She turned within his arms and looked at him, smiling, “Hello yourself.” Then she slightly blushed as she leaned down and kissed him, which he let her deepen. They came apart and she sucked in on her lip as she met his eyes again. “Ben, last night was like a dream. It was more than perfect.”

He threaded his fingers though her hair and said, “Jys, I’ll never forget last night. For as long as I live, I’ll treasure it.”

“Me too, Ben.” She kissed him again, and he couldn’t help the physical response to her touch.

He broke the kiss and whispered as he caressed her back, “Jys, let me make love to you one more time.”

Grinning, she said, “I’d like that.”

He lustfully flipped them, so that he was over her and he peered down into her eyes. “But this time, I want to try something different. I’ve seen this once and thought it looked—emmm—exciting.” He leaned in and licked her ear before murmuring, “I want to lick your pussy until you come. And you can lick and suck on my cock.”

She shuddered and he instantly felt her desire skyrocket. “Oh Ben…That does sound exciting. But I want you inside me again.”

He raised an eyebrow and nuzzled her neck as he huskily whispered against her skin, "As horny as you make me, I think I can handle that."

Within minutes they were groping each other and kissing passionately. Until, suddenly, the insistent beep of Ben’s comlink interrupted them. He looked up from where he had been sucking on her breast and, scowled toward the beeping comlink on his bedside table. She groaned and pulled him back to her, but he resisted and said apologetically, “I have to get this. It might be Jacen.” He reached out and easily called the devise to his hand and flipped it on. “Skywalker.”

“Ben,” the voice on the other end wasn’t Jacen’s. “This is Lon. Do you know where General Solo is? I need to get in contact with him, but he isn’t answering his comlink.”

Ben regretfully looked at Jys as he moved from his position sprawled over her. She sat up and carefully pulled the coverlet around her as she got out of bed. They both knew their magical moment had come to an end. He sat up and responded to his commander, “No. He left a message that he was going somewhere to check out a lead.” Ben furrowed his brow and inquired, “Doesn’t Command HQ know how to reach him?”

“No, but I need you down here ASAP,” Lon responded and Ben could tell the new commander of GAG was getting frustrated.

“What’s going on?” Ben said as he watched Jys gather her clothes from the floor. He felt a sudden sadness; this wasn’t how he wanted their morning to end, even if they didn’t make love again.

Lon’s voice suddenly brought him back to the here and now, “…reports from the two transfer guards don’t make sense. Captain Webbs and I have been leading their interrogation and we think they were under some kind of Jedi mind control. We’re hoping that either Jacen or you could shed some light on that. Coincidentally, the Fifth is reporting that Allia Judday, Jaina Solo and her fiancé Zekk didn’t show up at their morning muster. ”

Ben swung his legs over the edge of the bed and insisted, “Lon, could you repeat that?”

There was annoyance in his superior’s voice as he responded, “Someone helped Valin Horn escape last night, and we think Jaina Solo and Jedi Zekk helped him.”

Ben looked at Jysella and there was no way to keep the surprise from his expression or out of their bond. The look on her face as she stood in the middle of his small room, clutching the grey blanket to her chest with one hand, and her clothes in the other was enough to let Ben know she had heard the colonel’s comments. Ben swallowed and, without breaking eye contact with Jys, he blandly said, “Thanks, Colonel. I’ll be there within thirty minutes.” Then Ben severed the connection.

“I’m sorry, Jys.” She slowly lowered her head and he watched as the first tears trickled down her cheek. He moved to stand before her, and took her into his arms as she sobbed.

Finally, through a tearful voice she rasped, “I’m glad he didn’t go to prison, Ben. Is that so wrong of me? I’m glad that he escaped, but if they catch him, and those who helped him, they’ll only kill him faster.”

He realized that her tears were as much out of relief as sorrow, and that agitated him. He considered Valin a traitor. It pained him that Jysella hurt so much over what had happened, but that didn’t change the facts. Her brother was as bad as the terrorists in his mind. Clenching his jaw, he tried keeping his true feelings from leaking into their bond, but the bitterness came through anyway as he replied, “Jys, I'm so sorry, but it's the price for what he did. I guess Jaina and Zekk are traitors and terrorists as well now.”

She pulled out of his embrace and stared at him as she responded incredulously, “You really do think my brother is a terrorist? Just because he wanted to save the woman he loves?”

“Jysella,” he moved to the battered old trunk by the end of the bed and pulled underwear from it. As he put them on, he went on, “I thought you said Valin would have to live with his decisions.” He straightened and opened the closet door, took a black utility uniform from it and began to pull the pants on. “I thought you realized that something like this can be dangerous to the order of the GA.”

“Damn, Ben, do you only see things in black and white?” She watched him, her green eyes flashing angrily. “Ben, this is my brother and your cousin we’re talking about. They are hardly terrorists. Misguided, maybe, but they are not terrorists.”

Ben pulled his shirt on and began to button it, “So, are you saying that just because Valin felt he was doing what he thought was right, it’s okay to do, even if it is against the law?”

“I’m saying not everything is so clear cut.” She spun around and Ben felt the conflict within her. Finally, she turned and took a deep breath, letting it out she said, “Ben, the law is to protect the innocent and it is to provide guidance. Not to cause fear and discord.”

“And that is exactly why GAG was created to help enforce the law. We protect the innocent and provide guidance for those who need it. The only ones who should fear us are the ones breaking the law, and they are the ones causing the discord.”

“Is that you talking or Master Solo?” She shook her head and Ben watched her disheveled black hair fall over her bare shoulders. Her voice cracked as she went on to say, “Ben, I just want everything to be like it was.” She sobbed again and Ben felt her heart break, “I’ll never see him again. My big brother is truly gone either way, whether they kill him on Centax-3 or whether he goes to Corellia. I mean, I want him on Corellia rather than in prison, but I’ll never see him. And who knows when I'll see you again.” Suddenly, he realized what was really bothering her and he moved to stand before her.

He softly said, “I’m sorry, Jys. But Valin, I’m sure is gone by now.” He forced a smile and went on, “He’s probably with Syal Antilles right now safe and sound. And when the war is over, you’ll see him again.”

She nodded as she took a shuttering breath and held his eyes captive. She then reached up to touch his cheek, which had spattering of morning stuble on it, and he instantly relaxed under her gentle touch. “Ben,” she whispered, “I don’t what to fight about this. I will be leaving in a couple of hours and I have no idea when I’ll see you again. I know I didn’t fool your parents with my note. They would have sensed my guilt at the lie I was telling.”

He took her around the waist and pulled her close, the tension completely gone. “I don’t want to fight either. Jys, I’ll miss you.”

She put her arms around his neck and quietly said, “I love you, Ben.” He smiled and captured her lips in a bittersweet kiss.

Breathless, he tried to damper the raging anger that was within him and whispered, “I’ll come see you, Jys. I promise, I’ll come and see you even if I have to steal an X-wing from Niathal’s personal hangar to do it. They won’t be able to keep us apart forever. Someday I’m going to marry you.” As he held her close, he sensed her surprise at his passionate declaration . Then in a cracking voice he choked, “I have to go.” He pulled away and moved quickly to the door.

“Ben, I want to marry you too someday,” she whispered through her tears.

He turned and looked at her intently, wondering how he was going to fight the dragon without her there to help him. “I love you, Jysella.” His voice broke and he ran from the apartment before the first tears were able to find their way down his cheeks.

He never hated his parents more than he did in that moment. Someday you’ll pay for this. You’ll pay dearly, he thought as he entered the lift.

~~~

Lumiya’s Asteroid, near Bimmiel

Troddeln brought the X-wing down expertly and quickly scanned the sensors to ensure there was no danger. The containment field was closed and atmosphere was comparable to that which could be found on Coruscant, as was the artificial gravity. Then he reached out into the Force. He felt the asteroid’s darkness and let it flow through him. He drank it in as if it was a refreshing cold drink of water.

However, he could not sense Lumiya. Though, that fact didn’t concern him, she was here and he was certain of it. Leaping off the edge of the X-wing cockpit, he landed on the stone and durocrete hangar floor. He took an extensive look around and again sensed nothing. This was beginning to irritate him.

“Lumiya, I know you’re here.” He took a look around and suddenly he heard a sound that could only be foot steps. He turned toward the sound and casually laid his hand on his lightsaber hilt. “Lumiya, I do not have time for games.”

“That is truly a shame, Master Troddeln.” The voice grated on his nerves every time he heard it and today wasn’t any different. “We are sorry that you don’t like our games.”

“Alema,” he seethed between gritted teeth. Truly, if the lame, demented Twi’lek Dark Nest Joiner hadn’t proven so useful, he would have killed her a year ago when she attempted to assassinate him. He nearly succeeded until Lumiya stepped in and prevented him the final satisfaction. She reasoned that Alema Rar was perfect for them to use. She was a Dark Jedi already and, although Troddeln refused to train her or allow Lumiya to train her as a true Sith, she proved to be one of his most loyal minions. He didn’t trust her any more than he trusted Lumiya but, as an assassin, she proved to be one of the best. “What are you doing here? You are supposed to be Qing Niao at the Temple on Korriban.”

She bowed and Troddeln couldn’t help but feel the insincerity of it. However as much as he distrusted Alema or even as much as he despised her, he knew she needed the Sith more than they need her. Though the thought disgusted him, Lumiya, Troddeln and the unique Force-sensitive Yuuzhan Vong, Qing Niao, had become her “nest”.

“We are sorry again, Master Troddeln,” she always managed to sneer his name. “But Lady Lumiya summed us.”

“Emm, she did, huh?” Tired of Alema’s insanity, he pushed past her and moved into the corridor that would take him directly to the inter sanctum of the compound.

He reached the main living area of the asteroid and found Lumiya sitting on an elegant bantha-hide couch. “Darth Troddeln, what a pleasant surprise.” She said but did not rise, nor did she try to hide anything from him, but her presence. However, if he wanted to, he could even push past that. He had long ago become powerful enough to see through her illusions or even those of the asteroid itself. “What can I do for you?” She slowly stood up and moved toward a beverage dispenser. “Would you like a drink? It’s a long flight from Coruscant.”

He scowled and simply got to the point. “I want you to plant a suggestion in Gejjen’s measly mind.”

She stopped and turned to look at him with a raised brow. “Gejjen’s?”

He moved closer to her and noticed that Alema had followed him into the study. She was trying to hide as she moved along the shadowed walls of shelving. No doubt she was to act as a distraction to Troddeln, if Lumiya felt threatened.

“Stop the games, Lumiya. I know you provide him with information. And that he has unwittingly given you information.”

“Information that I provide you with, Master,” she defended in an even voice. She moved away from the dispenser and he watched her hand casually fall to rest beside her whip.

He grinned, she didn’t trust him either. Good. “Then, you should have no problem fulfilling this request.”

“What’s the suggestion?” She continued to watch him closely.

“I want you to suggest that it would be a good idea to start up Centerpoint again.”

“Are you serious?” she stared at him incredulously.

He only continued to grin but it never reached his amber eyes. “I think it’s time to have a super weapon, don’t you, Alema?” His words caught the advancing Twi’lek off guard and she stopped cold in her tracks.

“Emm…we suppose so, Master.”

“Troddeln, what are you planning?” Lumiya relaxed and sat back down on the couch. He continued to stand, coiled and ready to fight.

“I want Corellia repair Centerpoint. I want to create distrust between Gejjen and Jag Fel. I want you to provide Gejjen with information that will get Centerpoint not only operational but completely ready to fire.”

“You know that’s not possible,” she broke in. “Only your dead brother can fire the weapons on that thing. If it could be so easily done, don’t you think Centerpoint would have been made operational years ago immediately after you and Ben destroyed that robot of Anakin Solo.”

Troddeln scoffed, “That is all true. But what if the information I will pass on to you to feed Gejjen, will indeed allow for the station to be completely ready for firing? He won’t be able to resist the temptation, especially if you as to his anxiety over the power Jagged Fel has in their pathetic Confederacy. I want that imbecile to think that he is capable of winning. Of course, he can’t know where the information is coming from and GAG can’t find out about this, even if there is no way that I will be implicated.”

His grin turned sinister, “Then we will take it over. Destroy the Jedi that do not join us. And finally, the Sith will bring an end to this conflict and I can start the rebuilding of the galaxy and bring about a new order.”

He handed her over a datachip and as she reached to accept it, he continued, “On this chip is the name of a Kaminoan that works for Arkanian Microtechnologies on Vohai. I want you to contact her and make sure she is willing to work with the Gejjen.

“Kaminoan? As in Cloners?”

He evilly smirked, “That is exactly what I mean. Her name is Taun We.”

The corners of Lumiya’s eyes turned upward and he knew she was smiling as she simply purred, “Perfect.”


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This is the last chapter of the first part/act, "Book 1: The Loss of Innocense". Chapter 16 will pick up with the next part/act, "Book 2: Into the Shadows"

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