Dark Waters

Kiltorsssk stormed up the ramp and proceeded directly to the cargo bay. He needed to work off some steam.

As he turned the corner he kicked the first cargo container he came in contact with. It was made of a hard plastic that crushed inward at the force of the impact and flew back several meters before crashing against the hull.

Vessani had stolen information from him; information he had expressly forbidden she know until such time as he felt safe in sharing it. He picked up a cargo container and hurled it across the bay. How could she have done such a thing? She had broken his trust and his friendship.

Of all those in his current party she was the one he had most associated with as a fellow light side force user and a fellow healer. She had saved his life once from the virus back in the cave, but then he had saved her life at least twice.

At their first encounter he had risked his own life revealing himself as a Jedi to fight off the Sith and protect her. Then only days later he had defended her against the Sith on the cruise vessel and carried her cocoon through the winding corridors and onto the Sith vessel before the cruise ship had been destroyed.

He had done those things out of respect and friendship. She had relied on him then and he felt protective of her as she was so young, inexperienced and helpless.

The very thought that she would turn on him and use her abilities in the force against him had not even entered his mind. The others of course he had to be careful around, but with Vessani he had felt a certain level of comfort. She was a kind of kindred spirit – but no more.

He didn’t have any true friends here. He had to remember that. He had to watch his back all the time – even among his comrades.

Kiltorsssk surveyed the damage he had unleashed as he was coming to terms with what had happened to him. The cargo hold was a mess. As he scanned the damage he quickly determined he hadn’t destroyed anything of importance. Without caring about the mess, Kiltorsssk turned and proceeded to his room on the upper level of the ship.

As he sat down he began to think about how Vessani intended to use his technique for healing on the ancient Jedi – or rather once Jedi in the camp. The ancient Jedi was tormented by a dark lord and seemed capable of containing his wrath; at least most of the time.

Though he was upset with Vessani, he did hope she would not give in and succumb to the easy icy grasp of the dark side. Its power was very enticing. Kiltorsssk had wanted to help the Jedi too, but he knew the time was not yet right. It seemed Vessani was not yet skilled enough with the force, or indeed with life’s lessons to know that.

As he thought about that he recalled what the ancient Jedi had said, that Ardana shared the same disease. What did she mean? She had said it where only moments before a dark lord had come forth from within her and turned nearly everyone to a ragnor (can’t recall name).

When Kiltorsssk had used his ability to heal Ardana he felt the power of the dark side flow within her.

His eyes widened with the thought. Kiltorsssk had noticed the look of terror on her face as he had begun to heal Ardana. He had seen lightning from her fingertips as she began to change. That was not Ardana, it could only have been a DARK LORD.

Kiltorsssk was on his feet now. He could not sit any longer as the pieces fell into place in his mind.

Ardana had been present near the cave. The same cave where a dark spirit whom they assumed to have been Darth Tenebris had taken over Quan and caused him to fight a hopeless battle which resulted in Quans own death. Could it be that the dark lord had moved to Ardana next? Had it been hiding within her all this time? She was on the ship at the time of the fight, but then it was Darth Tenebris’ own ship. Perhaps there was some connection there that drew him to her?

Why would Tenebris jump to Ardana rather then Sarn? Perhaps there was something Tenebris didn’t like about Sarn? That spoke volumes about Sarn in Kiltorsssk’s mind.

Kiltorsssk paced around his room thinking. No, maybe Tenebris saw the virus and chose an unexposed subject instead? But did he know about the virus at the time?

Kiltorsssk shook his head. In the end it supposed it didn’t really matter why the dark lord chose Ardana. What mattered was that Ardana had carried this spirit inside her for some time, and Kiltorsssk was quite certain she knew of his presence and was trying to hide it from everyone. Until today – she had done a good job of it.

So here he was standing on the former dark lords ship. His comrades with whom he had risked his life – Sarn a clone of some very powerful force users including Darth Vader, Darth Sideous, and Luke Skywalker, Ardana – imperial knight and current host of Darth Tenebris, and Vessani who had used the force to steal information from Kiltorsssk just hours ago, all had serious dark side traits. And where was their next stop? Only the supposed homeworld of the Sith – Korriban.

By Yoda’s green ass how had the waters turned so much darker around him.

He could only place his trust in the force and weather the storm. He hoped clear skies were ahead.

Cut Scene (from Session 1)

One day after the planetside trip to Munto Codru…

The light of the holographic image flickered to life casting a ghostly shade of blue in the dark room. The woman had been waiting half an hour for a response to her initial message sent from the communications room on the Alderaan Star. The image of a man dressed in an imperial navy outfit clarified and stood in front of her in miniature.

The communications panel came to life and an electronic voice of the man before her spoke. “Are you the one the ministry of purification contacted me about?”

The woman shifted her hips nervously. “Yes. I spoke to them about the Jedi.”

“You say that one of them is human and the other a wookie?”

“Yes, they killed two Sith lords yesterday on Munto Codru and are now aboard the Alderaan Star again and it is set to make the jump to Zeltron tomorrow. I have forwarded the coordinates of the ruins on Munto Codru where you can find the remains of the Sith to verify my claim.”

The blue figure looked down at something that was off screen. “Well we will be checking out those coordinates but in the meantime keep us informed of any changes in their status if it should change before your jump to hyperspace. I have appended my personal code to this message so that you may reach me directly. Do you understand?”

The woman relaxed a little. They believed her. And why wouldn’t they? Everything she told them was true and they were going to pay handsomely for this information. She would make sure of that. She nodded in understanding.

The man interrupted her thoughts. “One more thing. Why were the Sith there? Were they chasing the Jedi?”

“No, I don’t believe so”, she responded. “They were after some 6-legged dog. It could speak so it wasn’t just an animal but I do not readily know why they were chasing it.”

The figure was writing something down on a datapad and looked up at her. “Thank you for the information. If your information is reliable and the Jedi are captured as a result of this information then you will entitled to the reward money. We will keep in touch.”

With that the image flickered out and the room went dark again. She remained in the dark for a few moments. Two million credits would go a long way to changing her life.

Spies Like Us

In Quan Taurendill’s darkened bedroom, a feminine shape stirred under the silken blankets of her master’s bed. Quan, sprawled across most of the bed liked to have his feet up on one slave while the other slave was used alternately as a pillow or shoved to the edge of the bed for being too warm. Because Twi’lek body temperature was slightly lower than that of humans, Quan usually found Ardana more comfortable to use as a pillow. He preferred to use her lap, making her sit upright through the sleeping hours, or perhaps her stomach.

That made sneaking out of bed in the middle of the night a problem for Ardana. Luckily, one of Quan’s many failings was that he also drank too much. She lifted his head by his hair and slid out from under him; he didn’t stir. With a derisive roll of her eyes, she slipped from the bed and then waited to see if Fawn, the human slave girl at his feet, stirred.

In a way, she felt sorry for Quan’s other slave. She didn’t know how long Fawn had belonged to Quan but it was clear to Ardana, that Fawn had never known any other life. The woman had no marketable skills and a complete lack of education ensured she was as dim as she was attractive. Which was very, on both counts. Too many people, having been enslaved, would be terrified of freedom even if it was handed to them. Without skills or education, former slaves could hardly find work to feed themselves. Fawn was like one of these people. Still, Ardana wondered if the girl might make something of herself if, where she freed, someone provided proper support and guidance.

Unfortunately, there was no one like that. Ardana certainly couldn’t take Fawn with her when she completed her mission and made her escape back to Master Ro and Emperor Fel. Her duties to Fel didn’t give her time to look after runaway slaves. In truth, she wasn’t even certain exactly how she was going to get out of this once her mission was complete to begin with. Certainly she could retrieve her light sabers and simply slice her way through anyone and anything to reclaim her freedom. But that lacked finesse. Such action could in the future cause her problems if she were to be assigned to use her slave persona as a cover again.

Thinking about the sad situation of slaves made her think of that drunken human and wookiee Jedi. Those Jedi that so foolishly revealed themselves lately had certainly done nothing to make life easier or better for Fawn or herself. Their vaunted morals, it seemed to Ardana, were as mythical as their order had become. This came not from her very limited interaction or experience with those on the Alderaan Star, but rather from the fact that once again the galaxy had fallen to darkness under the Jedi’s watch. Vile institutions such as slavery and the kinds of decadence that ran rampant on the Star had persisted while the Jedi looked down their noses at immorality and crimes against freedom and then chose not to interfere. Ardana had no doubt the Jedi pride in each other and their order directly led to their downfall at the hands of the more ambitious, focused, and far better organized Sith. The Sith were evil and treacherous, but proactive.

At least one thing was true. Both Jedi and Sith proved to be very predictable to Ardana’s mind. That had given her an advantage and, if she could be successful tonight, hand her a successfully completed mission.

But she cautioned herself in her thoughts, that she not get too far ahead, and not forget she was still stuck on a starship with no escape as a slave of Quan Taurendill — a difficult situation at best. The true Emperor was counting on her and she did not want arrogance to lead her to the same downfall as it did the Jedi.

From the darkened corner of the room, near the door, Ardana thought on the past several weeks. Taken as a whole, she was not very proud of her work so far. But for that part which directly related to her mission, she had to admit she had been more successful than she thought even Master Ro might have anticipated. Humiliating or not, her undercover role was very effective.

Satisfied Fawn was not about to awaken, and with Quan in another drunken stupor and so unlikely to respond to anything short of a slap in the face, Ardana put an ear to the door.

The wookiee jedi, Kiltorsssk, and Lisa seemed never to speak. Ardana knew Lisa felt slighted that Quan hired an extra bodyguard, but Lisa couldn’t very well deny Quan a little extra protection if he wanted it. She wasn’t surprised when she heard nothing from the next room. Sliding the door open an inch, she pressed her face to the crack and took a look. She didn’t see the jedi, but Lisa was restlessly hunting for something out of the cold unit. Ardana watched as the security specialist poured a glass of bantha milk for herself, then put the clear container of blue liquid back in the cold unit of the refresher.

Ardana would have rather manipulated Quan into inviting Lisa into his bed again, but pushing their relationship too hard could backfire on her. Lisa wanted to feel competent in her work, too, not like she was neglecting it in favor of sack time with her horny paramour.

The Twi’lek spy waited at the door for the inevitable. When Lisa put the milk down, she headed down the hall to the restroom and closed the door. That gave Ardana a few scarce minutes to slip out of these quarters and be on her way to locating Camilla’s room.

She was nearly to the exit when the snore of the wookiee jedi brought her up short. The irritating wookiee had sat in a big, overstuffed chair turned to face the door. She cursed her luck. Unlike the inside doors, the door that led to the halls was powered. That meant it opened all the way or it didn’t, and when it moved, it did so with a slight “shushing” sound. With the wookiee so close, he’d almost certainly hear anyone coming into Quan’s quarters — or anyone leaving.

Frustrated, she backed away, silently cursing the Jedi for getting in her way. A flush coming from the bathroom sent her scurrying back into the bedroom before Lisa returned. She just managed to get the bedroom door closed behind her when she heard Lisa’s soft footfalls come down the hall and stop in front of the bedroom door. Ardana froze, barely even breathing as she pressed herself against the wall next to the door. By some grace, Lisa must have thought better of looking in on Quan and walked away.

With a relieved sigh, Ardana silently slipped back into the bed and resumed her position, lifting Quan’s head back onto her lap. He murmured then shifted, but never woke.

***

The next morning Ardana saw to the cleaning and supplying of Quan’s quarters to a level she knew he would appreciate. These functions were of course provided already by the ship’s crew, but Ardana knew much better just how Quan preferred fresh clothes to be folded and which liquors he wanted stocked in the bar. By now, it had become an assumed responsibility, though Ardana was adept at making it seem that every decision had been made by Quan personally, whether she’d subtly suggested it or not. Ardana had made an artform of studying her assignment — in this case her master — very carefully so that she knew when he liked to dine, what he liked to dine upon, where his tastes ran in terms of drink and dress, and what sort of company he preferred. She observed his habits and his vices and created opportunities for him to indulge. She wanted him to be completely comfortable in her presence.

When Ardana was around, Quan’s desires seemed to be fulfilled almost before he realized he’d wanted something. He even made a game of sometimes thinking of something random to see how Ardana would react, but she seemed never to be upset or distracted. Buying her had been expensive but as he had anticipated, it had been worth every credit.

So, Quan didn’t think it out of line when Ardana reported that the laundry had failed to remove some of the wine stains he’d acquired on his favorite vest during the party planetside. Of course it was understandable a bit might have been sloshed even if he didn’t remember it. There was quite a bit of excitement with not one, but two Jedi and two Sith engaging in a duel to the death. It also made sense that although he could see no remaining stain on the vest, Ardana’s eyes picked up on it, having been attuned in the twilight of her homeworld of Ryloth. Of course he could not wear a stained vest. He would look a fool. Ardana had correctly interpreted his feelings and obediently set about correcting the oversight with promises she would not return until they’d cleaned it for him properly.

Having waved her along to do her duty to him, he proceeded to breakfast with Fawn and his bodyguards. Fawn was a dimwitted thing but pretty and it suited him to have an attractive woman on his arm any time he was in public.

Once Quan and his entourage had meandered around the bend of the corridor outside his quarters, Ardana permitted herself a small smile, then strode off with the vest in hand. It was, of course, perfectly clean. There was no stain and never had been. What she needed was time for a quick search.

Her first stop was with a young crewman. She picked the human boy, barely able to grow facial hair, because he was inexperienced. She’d noticed the way he tended to stare — gawk really — at the numerous scantily clad guests and slaves aboard the ship. Class lines were rigid here, though. Either you were rich and could afford all the escorts you wanted, or you worked for someone else. That meant hirelings or slaves. The boy was just a crewman and due to potential repercussions should he attempt to touch someone that didn’t belong to him, Ardana was betting he’d been left wanting for attention.

Therefore, it wasn’t hard to convince the boy she was but a poor, lost slave girl set a nearly impossible task by her uncaring master to return an article of clothing to a woman Ardana barely knew. Ardana asked him to help her find the cabin of a woman who she only knew by first name and seasoned her pleading request for help with a long, sad look into his eyes. The boy nearly melted. He hurried to narrow down the guestlist to guests registered under the name Camilla that had brought a personal droid with them so that Ardana wouldn’t get in trouble with her master for being too slow. It turned out to be a very short list to dig through.

The boy had told her his name was Crewman Han, though Ardana really could care less. Likely she would forget him by the next stop in any case. She had left him with a kiss on the cheek that made his ears turn crimson. Crewman Han would not soon forget Ardana.

Ardana quickly made her way to the cabin and knocked, hoping that Camilla had already left for breakfast. No one answered. Smiling, and checking that the hallway was clear, she quickly set about popping the electronic lock. In a minute the door was open and she walked into Camilla’s room.

She’d barely gotten five steps inside, however, when the door opened again behind her. She turned around to see a startled Camilla staring straight at her.

From the surprise on her face, Ardana knew that Camilla must have just missed seeing Ardana break in. In a flash, the spy realized she would have no chance to search for what she suspected Camilla’s droid had stolen. Better then to salvage the situation. Camilla and she were together, in private and this was a rare opportunity for a frank discussion, one that was days overdue.

Ardana noticed her droid wasn’t with her. Up to some other burglary, Ardana assumed, but she made no comment.

“Good, you’re finally here,” Ardana said before Camilla could begin drawing conclusions as to why Ardana was in her quarters. “I haven’t much time before I’m missed and we need to talk.”

***

Camilla was restless. She needed to work out her exit strategy and she needed to get it figured out fast. She sat at the bar watching the wealthy patrons move in and out of the room between the bar and the casino. If someone had been watching her they would have noticed the way she seemed to study people intently but no one really ever paid any attention to a middle aged, underdressed, overweight, balding, human man drinking alone at a bar… no matter what part of the galaxy you were in.

She sat for a long time but found it hard to focus on the task at hand. The thoughts of the “camping” trip to Munto Cudro kept interfering. “What had those jedi been thinking?” she thought to herself. It still angered her to think about her exchange with the Wookie, in particular, after the fight. Yes, she may have lost her cool a little but could anyone blame her? Being within a mile of a Jedi put you at risk of being annihilated much less than being associated with one, especially two, and even more especially two who had just been a part of killing a couple of Sith. Wait, that wasn’t quite right was it? Camilla thought of Ardana. She had certainly been smart not to out herself but Ardana was no less a problem than the other two. No, she wasn’t a Jedi but an Imperial Knight was just as bad in the scheme of things. But at least she had shown some savy that Camilla was hoping she had.

But the real problems at hand were the Jedi. They not only revealed themselves to Quan but they hesitated to kill the Sith. Why? Didn’t they realize that they were in mortal danger everywhere they turned? There was no redeeming a Sith and they certainly never gave up their secrets. Even if you believed the history conspiracy nuts who claimed that Darth Vader had been redeemed by Luke Skywalker that was just one example out of the 1000s who went to their grave taking as many lives as they could with them. Did the Jedi not feel the press of the Galaxy on their backs? Did they feel any sense of urgency at all? She was starting to understand why they were deceived and defeated so easily by the Sith yet again.

Camilla didn’t have any particular love for the Jedi but she didn’t harbor any hate for them either, not like she did the Sith but her first real combat interaction with a Jedi had been disappointing because it only reinforced her beliefs of the Jedi and their weakness exposed itself as a liability. Yet, there was a strange comfort in knowing that they had behaved so un-sithlike. There was something there that was important but she couldn’t put her fingers on it. Perhaps it aggravated her that she wouldn’t have been as merciful but wished she could be. But the real world didn’t really allow that did it? Perhaps you can only learn that spending most of your life sitting in a Jedi Temple isolated from the real world.

And then there is Ardana. A different brand of “Jedi”. She had known about Ardana from the beginning because she had been the one to deliver Ardana to Quan after she was sold to him by Queen Jool. Of course Ardana would have had no way of recognizing her at that time and wouldn’t have made the connection but she had been there nonetheless. In fact, she was the one who had brought the attention of this transaction to the imperial knights and had brokered the information exchange and the slave exchange through Queen Jool on Coruscant. Jool had gotten most of the credits for it but Camilla had done alright for herself in the deal as well. The old empire certainly paid better than the Galactic Alliance but the real reason she had contacted them was because she knew they had better resources to figure out what was going on. That was where Ardana had entered the picture.

It was true that Camilla did not know the exact nature of what Quan was trying to trade with the Alliance but she did learn from another contact on Coruscant that it wasn’t because someone on Coruscant loved the Alliance. Ardana had already proven her skill in finding out about the [BEEP!] before her and she had even taunted Camilla about it, perhaps only a little bit. But now Camilla understood the seriousness of the situation that Ardana had hinted at thanks to the actions of 2oneK while they were gone. This deal was more complicated than an Ithorian salad. It was also now abundantly clear that Ardana and possibly many others, including the Alliance, were meant to find this information. A [BEEP!] that can kill [BEEP!][BEEP!][BEEP!] would be a highly prized tool for both sides opposing the [BEEP!][BEEP!]. It was not lost on her that she unwittingly played into the hands of whoever was behind all of this by getting the Fel Empire involved. Ardana now had the same knowledge that she had. What would she do with it? If her instincts were correct then Ardana would have to take it to Roan Fel, didn’t the Imperial Knights swear undying loyalty and obedience to Roan?

But there was something else that was bothering Camilla, she also had a copy of these notes from Quan and a sample of the [BEEP!] itself. The real question was what was SHE going to do with it? Sure, the Empire and the Alliance would pay dearly for such knowledge but the Hutts would positively fall over their portly selves in a bidding war that would allow her to buy 2 private moons. Only poor people wonder what they would do with so much money, but Camilla already had it spoken for in schemes of her own. But could she do it? Would it change the galaxy for the better? She kind of doubted it. And then there was the matter of a Jedi who came to visit her all those years ago. Had he been right about her? Was she force sensitive? She doubted it. But then again the Jedi had been quite insistent. What was his name again? Oh yes, Obi-Wan something. She couldn’t readily forget him.

He had been kind and there was something in his eyes that she knew she could trust but she had been so much younger then, had it been over 100 years already? She had run from her so called “destiny” at that time but she had always remembered the kindly man. Many years later she tried to find out about what happened to Obi-Wan but couldn’t find any records probably because the Palpatine empire had destroyed most of the information on the Jedi entirely.

It was no good, she wasn’t going to get anymore done tonight. She went into the men’s refresher and into a private stall and changed. She came back out and walked past a young bell hop who was looking at her a little surprised but she knew he had seen far stranger things than a woman coming out of the man’s fresher. It was time to get a little rest and prepare for whatever may come in the next few days. She definitely had a bad feeling about it all.

She waved her key card over the digital lock and the door slid open with the characteristic whoosh. She walked in and let her eyes adjust but she felt as if something was wrong. She looked around and saw a figure in the front room and started to reach for a hold out blaster when the figure spoke.

“Good, you’re finally here. I haven’t much time before I’m missed and we need to talk.”

It was Ardana. It was sooner than expected but yes, they needed to talk. She thought that maybe she had come to find other things as well but that was largely irrelevant at this moment.

“Yes, indeed, we do need to talk.” Camilla put her stuff down on the couch and walked over to the bar. “Care for something to drink while we talk?”

“Thank you, no.” Ardana wasn’t willing to risk Quan smelling something on her breath and then asking questions. She remained standing, alert and wary of Camilla. She didn’t have her lightsabers in reach here. If Camilla wanted trouble, Ardana would have to improvise. “It would seem we have a common interest.”

Camilla poured a small glass of Jawa Juice, one of her favorite night caps. She savored the smell a moment and then tilted her head back and drank it all in one swallow. She put the glass down hard as she let the burn take over and then mellow out into a nice warm glow that spread throughout her body. Much better.

She turned to Ardana who seemed to be watching her warily. She was probably expecting an attack of some sort but Camilla had made up her mind about the situation already and if she could help it there would be no business as usual.

“Yes, I suppose we do have a common interest but I doubt we have the same means or the same goal. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t see the writing on the wall, so to speak. I think you are just as aware as myself that we have been pawns in a most dangerous game and there are no telling how many more pawns are on the game board but I am guessing that the Alliance and Roan Fel’s empire are supposed to be the knights but I cannot yet guess at the King or Queen. Whoever is behind all of this has no love for anyone, the empire, the sith empire, the alliance or the jedi.” She paused to let Ardana speak. She watched for any signs of surprise at anything she just said.

Ardana watched Camilla a moment. She didn’t seem like an agent for Krayt’s Empire. If she was, then what Ardana was about to offer might draw out that allegiance. It was a calculated risk to tell Camilla this much. “You’ve made some good guesses. What’s at stake here is something that, if unleashed, will be catastrophic. If Darth Krayt gets hold of any of it, he can use this to destroy any remaining resistance. If the Alliance gets hold of it, they could use it to destabilize Krayt’s Empire. The problem is, that it cannot be controlled. It will affect all sides with devastating effect. If even one sample gets out and someone is stupid enough to use it, it could drive the beginning of the end for order in the galaxy. Chaos would ensure, leaving everyone vulnerable to the vile mind that created this thing.

“The problem is that what’s here on the ship may not be the only samples,” Ardana continued. “Quan is not the designer, he’s the dupe. Since the creator of this… abomination is on the loose, we have to assume he has more of this in his possession, or can make more. We have to gather all the samples we can and get them to the one force of order left in the galaxy that has the resources to possibly find a counter to it. That cannot be the Alliance, because they lack resources. That cannot be Krayt’s Empire because if they did find a counter, they would only protect themselves. Only the true Emperor has the resources and the will to protect the galaxy. You must turn over what your droid stole, and then I must ask you to help me safe guard it.”

Camilla raised an eyebrow at Ardana in mock surprise. “Ah yes, the true emperor and his band of loyal imperial knights. I have heard a great deal about the lengths they will go for their emperor.” She went back to the cabinet bar and began to pour another drink. “Now I will agree with you that the Krayt shouldn’t have this, although it is hard to imagine that he doesn’t have it already, and certainly the galactic alliance is not to be trusted with this assuming that we don’t want to see all force users eliminated. But you would have me believe that Emperor Fel would be any better than the other two by somehow being more responsible with this technology and information? If I recall correctly your dear ol’ emperor who has, as you say, ‘the will to protect the galaxy’, wasn’t exactly displaying that will when he started this damned war in the first place. And what part of that will make an alliance with the Sith?”

“Our Emperor responded to the threat the Galactic Alliance posed to order and security in the galaxy,” Ardana reminded her.

Camilla walked over to the lazy chair with her drink inviting Ardana to sit across from her on the couch. “No, I trust your precious emperor about as much as I trust Krayt to be responsible for this. It seems to me that this is the same damned thing over and over again. For thousands of years now the jedi allies themselves with some faction of government who promise the galaxy peace and security and then they never see it coming when an imperial government sabotages their efforts, and makes war with the ruling government and then somewhere in that mess the Sith show up and all hell breaks loose and the Jedi are almost wiped out, the jedi allies go into hiding, form a new revolution, they come out of nowhere many years later to defeat the Sith and the imperial government despite overwhelming odds and get back to promising peace and prosperity. Does any of this sound familiar?”

The last was clearly rhetorical but she had made her point clear, she didn’t trust Fel but she softened a bit knowing that there weren’t many options open to them at the moment. “Look, I don’t really trust Fel any more than I trust the Alliance but I trust both of them a whole hell of a lot more than the Sith and one way or another we have to get this stuff in the hands of people we can trust to start searching for a vaccine and keep it out of the hands of people who would use this as a weapon. Now if you think you can trust the emperor to not use this as a weapon then I hope you are right but I just have my doubts.”

“But you are also right in that no matter what we do here, it will come to nothing if stop the person behind Quan. Do you have a name?”

Ardana said, “Camilla you just demonstrated utter disloyalty to anything and anyone but yourself. You’re own words paint you a traitor. And you’re wrong about Fel. The true Emperor serves the Light; it is the duty of his knights to ensure it’s so. If he falls, we must destroy him. Protecting him from traitors that believe as you do is only part of the job. The Emperor was deceived and betrayed by the Sith just as they betray everyone. They are good at seeming to be something they aren’t when they want to be.

“You have not responded to my request for help. I’ve trusted you too far already and you’ve given me no reason to trust you. I need what you took if you want anything from me.” As odd as it seemed to see a nearly naked Twi’lek slave look so fierce, the look in Ardana’s eyes was dead serious. “Call it a gesture of trust in return for my being honest with you.”

Ardana was fully prepared to walk out of here if Camilla proved unwilling to help her. That would make them enemies, of course, and Ardana would have to eliminate her and find her stashed items herself. She didn’t relish the thought, but then too much was at stake to get squeamish now. As the thought passed through her mind, she thought she might even be able to pin the deed on the one of the two Jedi.

Camilla sat for a moment in quiet letting Ardana guess at her thoughts. After a few moments she stood and moved over to the wine cabinet again but instead of pouring a new glass she rummaged around in the cabinet and pulled out a small metal box. She was still crouched down looking at the box when she spoke again.

“You pretend to know me and my intentions and my loyalties but you don’t know anything. I was the one who found out about this transaction and I am the one who brought it to the attention of the imperial knights and yet you stand here questioning my loyalty.”

Camilla stood and walked over to the half naked Ardana and extended the box out to her. Ther was now pain in Camilla’s eyes when she continued. “I once thought as you did. I once basked in the favor of Roan and believed him to be exactly what this galaxy needed but then I got to know him better and better and saw the hunger for power that could consume him at times. Yes, there was even a time when we were in love but he loved himself more.

“You speak of him serving the light but how can that be? I’m no Jedi or Imperial Knight but it doesn’t take one to know that allying with the Sith for any reason is flirting with total darkness and so here we stand in the galaxy with very few lights left. And then there is the matter of the massacre at Ossus. Is that an example of following the light again?”

As she passed the box to Ardana she turned and walked to the door. “Maybe things are not as the seem. Maybe they are. But at this moment I cannot be the one to alter events so take it. Take it to the emperor. I truly hope that I am wrong about him because I am putting my trust in him again this time but if he uses it as a weapon I wonder if you will really have the will to carry out your mandate.”

“For my part, I was always on Roan’s side even if I don’t trust him. Love does funny things. Now unless there is anything further I would like to get some sleep.” She opened the door and gestured for her to leave. She was tired but she also knew that in a short conversation she had managed to turn her emotions inside out. She knew that she had told Ardana way too much about her and Roan but it was going to come out eventually, isn’t that what the recurring vision was telling her?

Could she trust Ardana? Yes, she suspected that she could. Ardana was crafty and skilled but even though her blind faith in Roan was naive it was the very thing that allowed her to trust Ardana. She was going to have to, this wasn’t over, not by a long shot.

Ardana was taken aback by the claim to have brought the situation to the Knights. Could it be true? Ardana wasn’t sure. Whatever Camilla’s imagined relationships, Ardana was prepared to accept Camilla’s assistance. For now, her cooperation was enough; she didn’t need Camilla’s honesty for now.

“Thank you, Camilla,” Ardana said with much less edge in her voice. “I think that, if you really know Roan Fel, then I think you know the truth behind the attack on Ossus. The Jedi were not the Emperor’s enemy. One day, I hope you come to understand that Fel is not the villain the moffs and the Sith would have you believe.”

Ardana turned to leave, but stopped after taking only a couple steps. She remembered her implied word she would cooperate if Camilla did. “You’re right, Camilla. The item isn’t the threat. The truth threat is the one that manufactured it. He’s a rogue Sith Lord, a Bith. I think his name is Daras. Quan is a pawn, but force sensitive. I don’t know what training he may or may not have really received, but he’s in the midst of two Jedi. I guarantee that sooner or later, they’ll know he’s gifted as well, if they don’t already.”

She turned back around. “The situation is a powder-keg and fire is only an ignited lightsaber away. Whatever happens, we must escape with the item and secure whatever help we can to track down this Sith lord. If things get hairy, stick near me. I’ll try to protect you, despite this infernal collar. At the least, I have a way off this ship and I can take you with me. Can I count on your help?”

* Texted sensored with [BEEP] has been done on purpose in order to maintain the mystery in the ongoing game.

The Force Guides Those Who Know to Listen

On the shuttle ride back to the capital ship Kiltorsssk contemplated his current situation. It had proved to be a fateful day. Kiltorsssk had revealed himself as a Jedi while attempting to protect his charge Quan Torindill from two Sith. When he attacked though, he did so simply out of his regard for the lives of all the individuals in his immediate vicinity. And while he was aware of certain others force sensitivity, he had no idea that a fellow trained force user was among his group. Thankfully he thought, that particular force user was both capable and more importantly perhaps, on his side against the Sith. The appearance of another Jedi (or at least trained force user) was curious but not altogether unexpected.

Still this mission had many questions and the encounter on the surface had only brought up more. Camille was obviously upset at the appearance of the Sith, that Kiltorsssk had been forced to reveal himself, and that Quan and others were there to witness the entire encounter unfold. The fact that she was even here was no coincidence he knew. She had placed herself here for a good reason and she knew more then what she stated. Of that much he was certain.

But who was the contact that Quan was going to meet with. Was the appearance of the Sith merely a chance encounter? Not likely. Who was this Veesani who led the Sith to him but who also thankfully had the ability to heal through the force?

He was fortunate he thought, to meet another follower of the light side of the force. There were so few of them left. Over the coming days, he would try his best to get to know this individual. After all the force had brought them both together and had it not been for Sarn, Kiltorsssk knew he may not have even survived the encounter.

He would also need to get to know the other individuals who had been present during the encounter. The force sensitive Twilek was more then a mere slave. Her ability to sense the force and the instinctively connect with Kiltorsssk in the moments before the encounter on the surface made him think twice about her.

And Veesani, he very much wanted to get to know. He had saved her out of instinct, and she had returned the favor in healing him. Now that she was forced away from her homeworld, Kiltorsssk felt a certain connection with her. He too was essentially forced from his homeworld because he was sensitive to the force. Like Veesani, leaving had probably saved his live.

His thoughts turned then to the pilot of his current shuttle Tryule. What are the odds he thought? Of all the ships in the galaxy he would find himself on a vessel piloted by a man he had travelled with some years ago – a man that like him had also encountered Camille some months prior to this particular journey. His experience with Camille it had seemed was entirely different, but it raised questions none the less.

And finally a painful thought entered his mind. Now that he had revealed himself, there were limited options to fade away again. His mission was not yet complete, which meant he couldn’t simply leave his charge. He was the only Wookie he had even seen on the cruise ship. If someone were to turn him in as a Jedi… There were limited options, and he did not like the thought. His revealing himself may in fact have done more harm then good. No – he mustn’t think like that. He shook his head and calmed his emotions.

He recalled his Jedi lessons. “There is no emotion, there is peace.” The first line of the Jedi code – he understood exceedingly. It was not his master that sent him here. It was not the actions of Camille or any other individual that brought him to this place at this time. It was simply the force. And as he had done his entire life, he would follow where it led. He revealed himself because it was necessary to preserve life. He would make the same choice again if circumstances were the same. It made no sense to question the past. He must instead focus on the present.

When they had arrived back on the cruise ship, Kiltorsssk was resolved. He was prepared for the challenges that awaited him. His fate, whatever it was, was not his alone. It was the will of the force. And like all his powerful Wookie ancestors before him Kiltorsssk would meet the days challenges head on.

Opening Credits

It is a dark time for the galaxy. Seven years after the destruction of the Jedi temple and its occupants at Ossus, Darth Krayt has claimed himself emperor over the Galactic empire and rules with an iron fist and an army of Sith lords. With the Galactic Alliance all but destroyed and the former emperor, Roan Fel, in exile the future looks bleak.

But hope remains. The Galactic alliance and the Jedi begin to rebuild and reform while Roan Fel takes over the fortress at Bastion and solidifies his own strength. They grow more confident each day and find common purpose in defeating Darth Krayt.

But secrets also remain. Secrets that could destroy both the Jedi and the Sith. On a luxury ship, the Alderaan Star, a secret resides in the hands of Quan Taurendill that could win a war, but at what cost?

Tryule

Backstory

My name is Tryule Mitharl. When I was born on the colony world of Anobis, they placed a coin in one hand and a knife in the other as is the way of my clan. We are Zabrack, We were also a family of traveling merchants. Times were tough but we were happy. We had a good life traveling from city to city in our loop. We were established and known, the Mitharl Free Trading Company. I learned early that I had a knack for fixing things; tools seemed to come alive in my hands. I could see how the pieces should fit in my head. It usually seemed obvious what was wrong to me and how to fix it. I was never good with people but beasts seemed to like me. I felt comfortable with them and they, in turn, seemed to like me. I was taught how to take care of them and the wagons. We rode in. I was not a good merchant. I couldn’t seem to “feel the deal”, as my father would say. He would talk to me about pace and how to close but it just didn’t work for me. My brothers and sisters all seemed to fit but I always felt like an outsider looking in. I would go off by myself and wander. I know I was loved but the wild places called to me. I would pretend that I was a great explorer discovering new lands. My grandmother started to have me look for plants that she would use in her medicine, to make my absence more palatable to my parents, who said “He has things he should be doing at home. He doesn’t need to go galavanting around when there is work to be done.” Grandmother would tell them to give me space, that I walked a different path. It made me feel special when she said it but it also made me more of an outsider.

When I was five, our caravan was attacked by bandits. They were driven off but many of my aunts and uncles and cousins were injured and two were killed. Two more eventually died of their wounds, from that point on things were different. Grandfather said that we had things too easy and had forgotten our heritage. We picked up the knife again and began to practice daily; men, women and children learning the dance of blades.

When I was ten I was sent to the home world, Iridonia, to learn to fight, defend and take care of myself. It is a harsh world with harsh people and it teaches harsh lessons. I was taught how to take a beating by my class mates, who didn’t like off-world scum being better than them. So I started to fall behind in all my classes; I learned to hate learning from books. But in any practical class where we were taught hands on I just couldn’t seem to help myself. I learned to dance the Menefrett and soon the ones that picked on me learned that if they wanted to dance with me they better do it in groups of three or more. Most of them decided to find other dance partners that wouldn’t step on their face so much.

When I was eighteen, we were taken for our final wilderness survival test. If we passed we would be given our accreditation and go forward into the world almost assured of jobs as scouts. The graduates of the school are highly sought after it is a mark of distinction to graduate such that a third of the students are from wealthy houses that just want the social standing of having a graduate or at least attending the school. We were dropped on a desert planet and left to survive for a month. We were given a beacon that we could use at anytime; of course, if we used it before the time was up, we failed the test. There were 100 students in my class and about a third of them won’t take the final test, either they don’t have confidence in themselves or their parents forbade it, of those left one in seven will die. This is not a children’s game, as I have said our planet teaches harsh lessons. About half of those remaining will pass. We are told that we should survive on our own merits. Some of those dropped form teams of two, three, sometimes four. The rules don’t forbid it they just encourage you to do it on your own. Each person is also given a token. You are awarded more points if you can capture or steal them. The record before my class was 15. I was nowhere near the record.

The first week, I spent establishing my camp just trying to make sure I walked out with life, let alone my token. I buried it a mile from my camp. I figured that if someone did jump me they wouldn’t profit from it. I was out scavenging for food when I came across a cache from one of the previous year’s students. If it had been more than a year I don’t know if there would have been anything left. The way it was created made me think of my training and how we were taught to do things. It was just a guess but it was a good guess. It made me feel closer to that other student and not as alone. I liked the idea it seemed good to me, so I set up three caches just in case something happened to my main camp. I had found a drip spring of water it was enough to supply what I needed for the day but not much more. I got some clay and made a catch basin so that the water wouldn’t just keep disappearing into the ground. I found some obsidian and made some knives and was rough tanning some hides. I was just sun drying the meat. I wanted to show the school that I learned my lessons well and that I could survive as long as I needed to do so.

At the start of my second week I was jumped by four of my class mates. They decided that my spot was too good for off-world scum. When I pointed out that on this planet we were all off-world scum. They didn’t seem to think it was funny. They roughed me up and took my best knives and broke the rest then as I lay there barely conscious they ate all my supplies, broke my catch basin and left me to my fate. I think they thought I would give up and die or quit but I was not going to let them win.

When I woke up it was night, they were long gone. I dragged myself to my first cache and found that one of the mice-like creatures had broken into it. There was a little left but not much. I didn’t begrudge the animal its mean, it his planet after all. I can’t say I was happy but I still wasn’t ready to quit. I was too sore to go farther so I passed out where I was lying.

I drifted in and out of consciousness and finally came to as evening spread its cloak over the earth. I staggered to my feet and made my way to my second cache. I remembered my training and tried to be careful and stay to rock and not leave a trail. Thankfully it was still intact. I ate some food and covered myself with some of the raw hides that were there. It’s funny but it gets cold in the desert at night. The next day I was feeling better, I was thinking about repairing the catch basin when I heard voices. It was them. I seem to remember them wondering if I had learned my lesson, wondering where I was and most frequently them wondering if I had more food. They had found the drag marks and the remains of my first cache. They seemed angry that the water basin hadn’t miraculously fixed itself. The leader of their little group, Saven Kotan, slapped one of his minions and told him how stupid he was for destroying it. He of course failed to mention the fact that he told him to do it in the first place and laughed while it was being broken. Suddenly, he sniffed the air and said, “I know he is alive and close but I don’t know where. I can feel it.” The others stared around but I stayed still and they didn’t see me.

I crawled back to my cache and started thinking hard. I still felt weak but I was getting stronger. This cache would last a day maybe two and I would have to move onto my next one and pray that it was still whole. I ate and slept and ate and slept.

Saven’s little group had taken over my camp. They kept looking for me and judging by what they were saying it was not to see if I was ok or needed any help. I headed for my last cache, a little unsteady on my feet, trying to be quiet and stay out of site. I had just gotten to my last cache when I heard the scrap on the rook behind me.

It was Kaal Koth , Saven’s chief lieutenant. He was big and strong, a good tactical thinker but not a strategist. He said “I was hoping I would be the one to find you. I knew you had more food than what was in your camp. Saven thinks he’s so smart. But I knew, I knew a merchant’s brat would bring me what I wanted.” He grinned at me and it didn’t seem like a happy grin to me or at least not a happy grin for me. Then he said, ”Well, I guess one of us is going to eat well tonight.” I said “Well I guess one of us is,” then I let the the sling stone drop from my hand in its pocket, gave it a quick whirl and shot him in the balls. I was aiming for his head but I was sore and tired and never very good with a sling in the first place. He went down hard, so I guess it counts as a good shot. I walked over to him and hit him just as hard as I could with the rock in my hand. He went out like a light.

I tied him up and gagged him for good measure. I heard his friends looking for him. Saven was screaming that when he found him he better have found food and not eaten it all or he was going to kick his ass. They had spread out to search. Jayeth Agod was closest to me, he’s was follower, willing to do whatever the others wanted, least they decide pick on him. He was tall, thin, and the weakest of the bunch. I was able to grab him and knock him out with a sleeper hold one of my brothers had taught me. I dragged him over to Kaal, tied, and gagged him.

I could still hear the other 2 calling. Saven was starting to sound, worried, mad, and scared. I could tell the anger was winning. Finally, Saven told Dulf Koey to go find them he was going back to camp.

When Dulf was close, I called out to him and asked him if he was looking for someone. He started. He never was very good at his alertness. I told him it was his last chance to just walk away. He looked upset and said that he didn’t think he would be able to make it without Saven’s help. He was really sorry but that was the way it was. I don’t know what alerted me but I turned just in time to see Saven flying through the air toward me with my best knife in his hands and a crazed look on his face. I threw myself to one side and flung a leg up. He tripped on it and landed hard. Dulf was heading my way but didn’t seem eager. He seemed to be waiting for Saven to get up. When that didn’t happen he sort of scooted over to him. He called his name and then turned him over only to find my knife in shattered and part of the blade embedded in his chest. He gave me the “oh fuck what do I do now” look. I told him to drop his token and leave before I got angry. He did. I dragged Saven back to where the others were tied up. I dropped his body in front of them took all their tokens and told them if I saw them again before the month was up I would be triggering their beacons too, then I cut them loose and activated Saven’s beacon. I don’t know if they took it to heart or if they went back with Saven. I didn’t see them again.

I did hear that Saven’s kin tried to get me convicted of murder but for some reason Dulf told them pretty much what I told them and it was determined to be death by misadventure. I passed, graduated, and get a job as a scout. My first mission was to scout a find of Phrik ore and report back on the feasibility of commercially mining it. But that is another story.

Radiate (R8-88)

Prologue:
I am telling you something is funny about this mission Radiate, said Kiltorsssk as he cross checked his armor once again. Radiate was an affectionate term R8-88’s master had come to call him after many years of service.
R8-88 knew all too well about the difficulties his master had overcome both because he was a Wookiee, and a Jedi. His master had won R8-88 from a despicable human trader on a nameless world in the far outer rim. In time, R8-88 learned that while his new master didn’t gamble much he did certainly seem to be good at it when he did. He was a remarkably lucky Wookiee, and games of chance seemed to stalk him. Indeed his master’s life as a Jedi constantly seemed to test the Wookiee’s odds.
For the most part R8-88 had been tasked with serving as a go-between, often conducting business when his masters presence would have affected the outcome of a transaction.
Wookiees could be very intimidating to other species R8-88 had learned.
He had also learned to work very well with his masters other droid which was primarily a translation device worn to help others understand his masters speech. It was called T-6796, and though it could communicate and translate exceedingly well it had very limited additional functions. R8-88 established a secure encrypted connection to T-6796 as a way to communicate with his master from a distance. It also allowed R8-88 to locate his master at any given time and vice versa. Though the connection had a limited range (roughly 1 mile) the connection could be extended to work at a much greater range by R8-88 which had proved effective for ship to planet communications etc. However communicating over such a great distance required R8-88 to reroute his processing powers to the point he could effectively do nothing else when communicating in such a matter.
R8-88 had often assisted in gathering information and transmitting coded messages to a myriad of individuals who wished for their conversations to remain hidden. Indeed many of those messages had been sent to his masters Jedi friend Jal-Zanos. While the two didn’t communicate all that often, when they did it was almost always for matters very important to the cause of aiding the Jedi Order.
I know it’s important otherwise Master Zanos wouldn’t have insisted on sending me, Kiltorsssk continued. He stopped then and seemed to sense something far away. The force wants me to go. He closed his eyes and drifted for a moment. His thoughts were obviously elsewhere. After a moment he opened his eyes and turned his head to face the droid. When his gaze fell on Radiate, his thoughts again seemed to solidify. And so I shall, Kiltorsssk continued as he again turned to size up his armor.
Still, it will be very dangerous for me to put myself on board a private vessel without much means of escape. If anything goes wrong and I am somehow discovered as a Jedi it could risk not only the mission, but my life as well.
Kiltorsssk shook his head. He knew what Master Jal would say if he were here to add to the conversation. Certain dangers are necessary and we cannot shy away from events in the galaxy if we hope to defeat the Sith and restore our order to even a semblance of its former self. After all, if the Jedi don’t fight the Sith, who would? And what would that mean for the citizenry of the galaxy at large – to be ruled by the Sith? Kiltorsssk knew the history well – his master had assured his then padawan learned as much Jedi and Sith history as was possible during his years of training. Current circumstances demanded action by the Jedi – whoever, and wherever they were.
When he had completed the inspection of his armor Kiltorsssk turned to face Radiate directly. He knelt down as he often did to speak with his constant companion. Even kneeling Kiltorsssk still towered above the astromech droid. From this close he could see the burn marks from the blaster fire that had ricocheted of his rounded dome in a fire fight Kiltorsssk had been involved in some months ago. The damage was so minor it hadn’t needed any kind of immediate repair. It leant certain flair to his droid. This one has been through some real danger, he though briefly.  Kiltorsssk was glad to have Radiate. The life of a Jedi these days could be exceedingly lonely and his droid friend helped in those times.
Radiate, I want you to board the ship with me, but stay away. R8-88 beeped an alarming series of tones and pulses. You know you are my friend Radiate. It’s not about that. You can’t be near me because I don’t want you to be associated with me in case I get into any danger. I’ll need you to gather information about the ship, and identify a means of escape in case it is needed. Kiltorsssk smiled as he began to stand again – still staring at Radiate. This may be a pleasure cruise buddy, but we are there to work.
Also, once I meet my contact, I’ll want you to research him and his associates. There are already too many unknowns about this mission and I want to do whatever we can to avoid as many surprises as possible. R8-88 responded with a series of beeps that signaled obvious understanding. R8-88 had proven to be very resourceful in the past and liked that his master had entrusted him with such important tasks.
A few hours later a lone Wookiee clad in battle armor strode aboard the Alderaan Star, discretely followed by an old astromech droid that could easily have been considered the property of any number of passengers boarding at that time. Once on board, the two split and went in opposite directions keeping in constant communication via the secure connection between R8-88 and T-6796. Kiltorsssk made his way to meet with his contact; while Radiate began preparing a method of escape should his master require it.

 

Kiltorsssk

Jedi Knight (Guardian)
Physical Stress: ❑❑❑❑❑❑
Composure Stress: ❑❑❑❑❑❑
Fate: 6 ( 6 ) Size: 2.3m
Consequences:

Skills
Great (+4): Weapons
Good (+3): Mysteries, Athletics, Might
Fair (+2): Resolve, Endurance, Empathy, Deceit
Average (+1): Force Healing, Telekinesis, Intimidation, Alertness, Engineering

Aspects
Occupation: Wookiee Jedi Knight (Guardian)
Friend of Jal-Zanos Jedi Master
No Mountain is Too High
Lucky
What Does This Button Do?
Fast Healer
Let the Wookiee Win
I’ve Got a Bad Feeling About This

Stunts
Deflection: The character can use his light saber to deflect energy weapons fire. Use Melee Weapons instead of Athletics to defend against guns. This can also be used to set up Block Actions (SBA 217) for the character or someone the character is protecting.
Reflection: As for Deflection, but defensive spin is achieved, the character can elect to make an immediate ranged attack at another target up to 1 zone away using the damage rating of whatever energy weapon was used to attack the character.
Surge: (Athletics) Gain a +2 to Athletics checks to zip around a zone or leap over obstacles. It can be used to also gain temporary Aspects for your character such as “Elevated Position”. The difficulty is the number of zones traveled and barriers overcome.
Ataru: (Lightsaber form) Using the Force to empower your strikes with both speed and strength, you are capable of dealing devastating damage. Add +2 weapon damage when wielding lightsabers.

Equipment
Lightsaber, cross-guard Dmg bonus +5, Cost: Fantastic (+6) Energy Weapon, Duelists Weapon, Blocking Weapon This weapon is Restricted. Bondar Crystal (Green Blade). This green crystal grants the Stun Setting Aspect. When invoked, it operates as per the Stun Setting Aspect
Battle Armor, medium powered Bonus -2, Phrik Alloy (defends against lightsaber attacks); Integrated Comlink
Translator (Custom) Worn on the belt and integrated into comlink system, this droid automatically translates spoken words into basic. Can be manually set to translate into other languages.
Aquatic Breather Worn over the mouth and nostrils, this device allows its user to breath normally in aquatic environments.
Nutrient Bars They may not taste good, but they’ll keep you alive.
Dire Vibroblade Dmg bonus +4, Cost: Great (+4)
Bowcaster Dmg bonus +6, Range 4, Cost: Epic (+7) Energy Weapon, Limited Ammunition This weapon is Restricted.

Imperial Profile: Quan Taurendill

IP: Quan Taurendill

Imperial Profile AZ-13, Subject: Quan Taurendill

Imperial Date: 130 ABY.

Submitted by Ardana Zian [KE], Knight of the Empire [KE] 

Attitude: Extrovert. Wants attention but cares only for superficial interactions. Deep feeling is not sought by the Subject, typically avoided or simply not acknowledged.

Analysis. 

Perceiving functions appear limited to sensing. Hedonistic tendencies ignite this function and will cloud intuitive decision-making.

Thinking functions are also emphasized over feeling. Subject avoids any empathic, seemingly incapable. Use of slaves is an example of lack of empathic function. 

Overall, the Subject appears to be primarily driven by perceiving function over all other functions, but a fair margin. As a hedonist, the Subject is most concerned about satisfying himself before others. This may, of course, be a cover, as he most certainly is an agent of a third party. However, the Profiler has witnessed numerous occasions where the Subject has unnecessarily indulged his vices beyond what is necessary to keep his cover. Therefore, whatever the Subject is, he is certainly an uncaring hedonist.

 

Personal Notes (unsubmitted)

This is the arrogant pig that thinks he owns my violet ass. As his slave, however, I am ignored when it comes to important matters. He speaks in front of me of important things and I absorb everything like a sponge. He serves a Sith Lord, I have discovered, a Bith. I don’t have his name for certain, but I suspect it could be Daras, as I overheard him mumbling something about Daras lying to him as to the amount of danger he would be in regarding the whole business aboard the Alderaan Star.

Hopefully, he will not survive all this. I find him despicable and must hide my instinctive cringe when he touches me. Although he’s not nearly as bad as he could be. He’s a hedonist but not a sadist. Some slave owners like to beat their slaves in order to feel stronger or to vent anger and frustration. Others like to mark their slaves with tattoos, scars or other mutilation. He could be much worse than simply a weak-willed, selfish glutton.

Still, I must keep him alive until I know where the rest of the material is and recover it all. This thing is too dangerous to be let into the galaxy. Emperor Fel will know what to do with it. Although this Sith Lord can certainly make more, I need to be sure I have the real thing, as much as possible, so his scientists can find a solution for it.

Imperial Profile: Ardana Zian

Imperial Profile TR-93, Subject: Ardana Zian

Imperial Date: 126 ABY. Latest Update: 130 ABY

Submitted by Tiernan Ro [KE/M], Knight of the Empire [KE], Class 2 Force Trainer [Master]

Personality Type: Extravert. Subject tends to act and react; inaction produces declining motivation. Sentry duties and similar duties that require extended period of inactivity are likely to result in far less than 100% of the Subject’s faculties applied to her task.

S/N and T/F

Subject’s Sensing functions are rated high, though Intuition appears to be used more often, making Intuition functions stronger for now. It is the opinion of this profile, however, proper training and practice will encourage more reliance on sensing reliable functions and less on intuition, which can be colored by experience and personal viewpoints. 

Thinking and feeling functions are rated as adequate. The Subject tends to resolve problems via an empathically-oriented point of view rather than with purely rational thought. As either function is rated equally for the purpose of this profile, the Subject’s tendency to use the latter function more frequently is judged useful.

Highest rated function: Intuition (N).

Loyalty Analysis. 

The Subject was identified as force sensitive on the remote world of Ryloth. A native Twi’lek, she was auctioned on 133rd day, 126 ABY. As part of a culture with a long tradition of selling their own people to Hutt Cartels (an institution established by the Hutts themselves centuries ago), the Subject expressed great resentment toward her situation and the family member that sold her. Acting on behalf of the Emperor, Tiernan Ro [KE/M] acquired the Subject for the sum of 15k credits based on intuition that the Subject would express deep loyalty to the one she believed to have freed her from a dubious future as a slave girl. 

Upon acquisition, the Subject was informed she was purchased on behalf of the Emperor and that his will was that she have a choice. She could choose freedom and be released to live her life any way she wished. Or she could accept service to the Emperor, be trained in the Force and become an Imperial Knight. If she accepted the offer, the Emperor expected nothing less that complete obedience to her training, her duty, and the Emperor. In either case, she would no longer be a slave.

The Profiler was pleased to note the Subject accepted the offer of training without hesitation and expressed a high level of gratitude.

Force Aptitude

Subtle and nearly undetectable, the Subject’s talent in the Force seemed weak until her emotional state activated high levels of telekinetic activity. It is the opinion of the Profiler that with training, her unique connection to the Force, being hard to detect, offers the Emperor new opportunities that had never before been available among the Knights of the Empire.

Addendum – 130 ABY

After four years of training of training and final rigorous tests, the Profiler is pleased to present the latest successful member of the Imperial Knights. As was foreseen, the Subject is destined to serve the Emperor as his first deep-cover Knight of the Empire. 

This Profiler, Tiernan Ro [KE/M] submits this report and related material be moved to Classified: SECRET, EMPEROR’S EYES ONLY in order to protect the identity of our first fully trained imperial knight deep cover operative.