Author's Note

I know that there has not been as much action in the first chapter. If action is what you love in fan fiction, then hold out, because as the story progresses, there will be more of it. I try to be as accurate as possible with Legends material. If you see anything wrong with events, dates, or equipment, please let me know so I can fix it. Thank you!


Chapter 2

35,400 B.B.Y.

When Jamous awoke, he sat up with a start. Pain rippled through his chest as he did, and he instinctively clutched at it. He laid back down and took a survey of his surroundings. He seemed to be in a small hut. Birds' song and the calm rustling of a forest breeze sounded their way in through the hut's windows.

"So, you're awake?"

Jamous turned to see a Twi'lek male enter the doorway of the hut. His two lekkus fell behind his back, and there were wrinkles in his pale green features.

"Where am I?" Jamous pushed himself onto his elbows.

The Twi'lek sat down on a roughly-made stool next to Jamous's cot. "Edge Forest," he replied, setting his travel bag down.

"Masara?" Jamous asked in bewilderment.

"Correct."

"But how did I get here? I was at the Old City?"

The Twi'lek let out a snort. "Talss? No, no, no, you must have your continents mixed up. This is Masara, not Talss."

"I know that. But I was at the Old City."

"The name's Delroth," the Twi'lek said, ignoring his last statement. "I found you unconscious by the creek."

"How long ago was that?"

Delroth scratched his neck. "Hmm, three days go. You've been slipping in and out of consciousness, muttering the craziest things."

"I see."

"You must be a Seer of some sort. You were prophesying the future in your unconscious mutterings."

Jamous sat all the way up and set his feet on the dirt floor of the hut. "No, I am not. I am not a Je'daii. I cannot feel the Force."

Delroth let out a long fit of laughter. "I may not have had any contact with other Je'daii in decades, but I can still feel the Force in someone. I know when it is inside someone, and you have been exuding waves of the Force since I found you."

"You have to be mistaken," Jamous replied. "It just isn't possible."

"As impossible as you being in Talss one moment and then in Masara the next?" The Twi'lek had a twinkle in his eye.

Jamous scoffed. He slowly stood up from his bed. He looked to see that his clothes had been replaced by a loose fitting sack-cloth shirt and tapered cotton pants. "What happened to my clothes?"

"You were naked when I found you."

"I see . . ."

Jamous pushed aside the fabric curtain and walked out the doorway. His bare feet felt soft, cool grass, and a sigh of awe escaped his lips. The Twi'lek's hut lay in small valley. In front of the hut was haphazard group of cascading waterfalls. They all fell into a small lake. Flowers and trees sprung up all over. Jamous had never been to the continent of Masara, but he now knew that the reports of its beauty were under exaggerated.

He walked down to the shores of the lake. There was a small dock that extended out along the lake's surface. Jamous walked to the end of it and sat down, putting his feet into the water. It was so clear that he could see all the way to the bottom of the lake. Delroth soon sat down cross-legged beside him.

"You seem distressed . . . confused."

"You wouldn't understand even if I tried to explain it to you," Jamous replied.

Delroth was silent for a moment, then said, "I am a hermit. A Je'daii in self-inflicted exile. I came to this place so that I could better understand the ways of the Force, both the light and dark, Ashla and Bogan, balance. I can feel that the Force has touched you, Jamous. There is something about you, a destiny weighs heavy on you."

Jamous looked at his feet as he moved them back and forth in the cool water of the lake. "I don't even know where to begin. And no matter what you say, I really don't believe you'll think I am telling the truth."

Delroth stood up. "It's okay. You are too weak to travel, and you're welcome to stay here until then."

Two weeks had passed since Jamous had woken up in Delroth's hut. Since that time, he had gained more of his strength back. The first night that he had bathed, he noticed a deep gash down his sternum that had been freshly sewn up. Upon asking Delroth about it, the Twi'lek told him that when he had found Jamous, there had been a gaping wound in his chest and that Delroth had taken him back to his hut and sewn the wound shut.

"I'm not an expert in the healing arts, but I did my best," Delroth had said. "The stitching will hold and the wound has been sterilized, but there will be a large scar."

Jamous had helped Delroth in his dealings around his hut. The old Je'daii grew his own vegetables, and Jamous helped him tend the garden. They would spend their nights out on the dock, fishing and smoking tobacco leaves. It was on one of these nights that Jamous told Delroth the events in the catacombs under the Old City: the device that transported him to the desert oasis, and the supposed gift of immortality from Mortis.

Delroth listened to all of this in silence, occasionally pulling up his fishing line and then casting it back into the lake. "Jamous . . ."

Jamous looked out onto the lake. "I told you that you wouldn't believe me."

"It's not that I don't believe you, but when I found you by the creek, your chest was split open. You were nearly dead!"

Jamous pulled on his fishing rod. "I know. But Mortis said 'immortality,' not 'invincibility.' And those are two differences that I'd rather not test."

Delroth let out a slight chuckle. "You truly believe these things happened to you? What if they were a vision? From the Force? A dream, maybe?"

"Delroth, I can not feel the Force. I can not have these Force visions that you speak of."

"Jamous, I can feel the Force in you. It is quiet, but very powerful. You are just untrained. It is not too late to start the Great Journey. Start travelling from temple to temple, grow in knowledge of the Force. The Je'daii can help you make sense of these visions."

Jamous stood up. "I have no reason to follow in the ways of the Je'daii. My ancestors may have been Je'daii themselves, but I am deaf to the Force."

Delroth himself stood up and put his hand on Jamous's shoulder. "Destiny clouds all around you, Jamous. I can feel it. It is hard to see into your future due to the thick cloud of fate that covers you."

Before Jamous could reply, they both heard a piercing cry fill the night. It sounded like that of a young girl. She cried out again.

"Help! Help!" her voice could be heard behind Delroth's hut and in the forest.

They both raced up to the hut. Delroth reached under his cot and pulled out a sword wrapped in sackcloth. It was of solid metal and a faint glow emanated from it.

"A sword forged from Vur Tepe?" Jamous asked.

"Yes," Delroth replied. He gave it to Jamous.

Jamous took the blade. "Why are you giving me this? I can't fight! I don't know how to use this." He looked at the blade. It was a color of cool silver with a midnight black handle. There were no embellishments or transcriptions on the blade itself.

"You'll need it either way. Someone is in need of our help. And who knows what we'll find in the forest. It is a dangerous place at night." Delroth went to the corner of the hut and grabbed his own weapon. It looked to be some form of miniature halberd about a meter long. The spear and axe blades of the halberd had the same glow about them as the sword he had given Jamous.

They exited the hut and heard the young girl's cry again. Racing into the trees, they entered a small oval-shaped clearing. In the center of the clearing lay a small girl on the ground. She was backpedaling on her hands, trying to escape the wrath of a horranth. Horranths were dangerous, carnivorous reptiles indigenous to Tython. They had massive mouths filled with sharp teeth which they used to shred up their prey. Long sharp claws grew from all four of their legs.

The young girl pulled herself backwards as the horranth raised itself up on its back legs and let out a roar. Her right leg was tattered and bloody. In the blink of an eye, Delroth was gone from Jamous's side and in between the young girl and the horranth. He twisted his halberd in a complex series of flourishes.

"Jamous," he said not looking back. "Grab the girl. Put her behind you and protect her."
Jamous did as he said. He picked the child up and set her down at the edge of the clearing. Awkwardly brandishing the sword that Delroth had given him, he stood in front of her and watched Delroth take on the horranth. The beast swiped at Delroth, and he easily ducked underneath the oafish attack. The beast charged it's head at him, and he stepped aside with ease. But right when Jamous thought that Delroth would bring the axed blade of the halberd down on the beast's midsection, he stopped, let the horranth rush past him, and looked to Jamous with a nod.

"Delroth . . . what are you doing?" It was then that Jamous realized that the horranth was charging at him. He let out quick breaths as the beast charged toward him. It growled as saliva dripped from its mouth. The young girl behind Jamous began to whimper.

Before Jamous could call out to Delroth, a vision flashed before him. It was as if he had stepped outside of himself. He could see the beast charging at him. He saw it swipe with it's right claw and then lunge it's neck out, jaw open, teeth ready to sink into his flesh. And then, just as fast as it had begun, it was over. The beast was still in mid-charge. But Jamous wasn't worried anymore. He had seen what the beast was going to do. He didn't know how or why, but he already knew what his opponent was about to do.

The horranth swiped it's right claw, and Jamous ducked underneath it. When the beast stretched its neck out and brought its teeth down upon him, Jamous rolled to the left. He stood up quickly and brought the blade down on the horranth's midsection. He let out a cry of battle as the blade sunk into its flesh. The blade itself seemed to cleave right through skin, muscle, and bone, carving the horranth in half. It was so quick that the beast did not even have time to so much as let out a whimper. The two halves of it fell to the ground with a thud, and the forest was quiet save for Jamous's heavy breathing and the young girl's quiet cries.

Delroth walked over to Jamous. "Good work."
"What the hell, Delroth?" Jamous said stepping back. "Why didn't you kill the beast when you had chance?"

The Twi'lek walked over to the girl and picked her up. She was bleeding quite heavily from her leg. He exited the clearing without another word.

Delroth had bandaged the young girl's leg. He had fed her as well. When she had fallen asleep, warm in his cot, he stepped outside the hut. Jamous stood on the dock, smoking tobacco wrapped in paper made from the bark of the forest trees.

"She is on the Great Journey, headed towards the temple of Bodhi. She got lucky that we were around when she was attacked."

Jamous exhaled smoke. "Why did you let the beast attack like that? You could have gotten me and her killed."

"But that didn't happen. Jamous, you had a premonition from the Force. You became one with the Force and slew the horranth. Your combat skills need work, but you were able to use the Force and defeat your opponent."
"Well, I don't know about that." He brought the cigarette to his lips and inhaled.

Delroth pulled out a cigarette of his own and lit it. "Look," he said as smoke escaped from his lips. "If what you say is true, if everything that happened to you in the Old City really happened, then you have a long journey ahead of you. I sense that you will go through a lot of dangerous events. You need some sort of training." Before Jamous could interrupt him, Delroth held up his hand. "I'm not asking you to learn the ways of the Force. I'm not telling you to become a Je'daii. What I'm saying is to let me train you in combat, in survival skills. You are a scholar, not a fighter. You're missing the crucial skills you'll need on the journey before you."

Jamous dropped the butt of his cigarette on the ground and mashed it with his sandal. He looked at Delroth. "Okay, I'll take you up on that."

The Twi'lek smiled as he exhaled smoke. He held out his hand and Jamous shook it. "We start tomorrow."

35,395 B.B.Y.

Five years had passed since Jamous had agreed to train under Delroth, and they passed like none of the years before had. First, they went by fast. It didn't seem to Jamous that he had lost the years. It didn't feel like he had aged. He didn't count the years as days gone but days gained. Every day that passed, he felt stronger, wiser, smarter. The past five years, Delroth had trained him in combat. They would grow vegetables and catch fish. Any vegetables and fish they had left over, they would take an hour's walk north to a small village called Trevla. They'd trade with villagers for whatever they couldn't grow or catch on their own: blankets, medical supplies, even cigarettes when their tobacco harvest was not as plentiful.

The first few months that Jamous had started training with Delroth, the Twi'lek would occasionally bring up the Force and Jamous's unhoned affinity for it. But after Jamous kept shutting down the conversation and forcefully asking the subject not to be brought up, Delroth stopped his urging of Jamous to pursue an understanding of the Force. Although he did train Jamous in combat. Jamous practiced acrobatics, reflexes, awareness, sword play, and a plethora of other exercises to heighten his ability as a warrior. After three years, it became less of training and more of sparring. Jamous found a close friend in Delroth and Delroth in him. He could have left Delroth's hut and started the journey back to the continent of Talss, but Jamous enjoyed his time of isolation and contemplation. The hermitage was doing him good, and he didn't feel like he was wasting time. Time didn't mean anything to him anymore. Jamous couldn't explain it. It was as if an involuntary shift in mindset had occurred. Time meant absolutely nothing to him. It felt like something he would never run out of. And that's why he was in no rush to go anywhere. Living off the earth, fishing, training in combat, spending late nights on the dock with the old Twi'lek as they smoked and drank, it was all so wholesome and fulfilling.

"Something's not right." Delroth's voice broke Jamous's thoughts. They had been travelling to Trevla to trade with the villagers. They were not far from the village. It was almost within site. "I hear nothing. No activity." The Twi'lek sniffed in the air. "You smell that?"

Jamous sniffed around. "Yeah, smells like smoke." As if by suggestion, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He inhaled smoke and then let it out. "What do you want to do?"

He took another drag of the cigarette and then handed it to Delroth. The Twi'lek took it and inhaled. "We approach slowly." He took one last large drag, finishing up the cigarette, and then stubbing it out in the dirt path. "I never smoked so much until you came around, you know that?"

Jamous smiled. "Come on."

The village came into site, and they both saw that things were indeed not right at all. The trees had covered the smoke from the distance, but now that Delroth and Jamous were up close they could see its source. Many of the huts had been lit on fire. The fire had died down, and what was left were the embers in the remains of the huts. But that wasn't the worst of it. Corpses were littered everywhere. The men of the village had blade wounds or blaster wounds. They all laid strewn about the ruins of the village. All the corpses of the women were naked. It was apparent that they had been raped before their deaths. Jamous stopped before the corpse of one woman. Her skin was white, and she lay on the ground staring at the sky, arms and legs spread out. There was major bruising on her crotch.

Jamous looked away, sickened. "Who would do something like this?"

Delroth didn't reply. He stared in horror at the center of the village where the well was. All the children of the village had been gathered there. Their bodies lay motionless, throats slit. Amongst the corpses was planted a white flag with the word chiaps on it, Bendu for "unchained."

Delroth let out a sigh and cursed. "The Black Doth'won."

"The who?"

"A group of supposed freedom fighters. Rapists and looters is more like it. They're non-Force users who say that their goal is to shake the supposed regime of the Je'daii. As you can see," Delroth motioned towards the corpses, "they have more pressing matters than fighting Je'daii."

The body of a young human girl caught Jamous's eye. She had to have been no more than three years old. Her blonde, curly hair was matted with mud and blood. He was suddenly filled with rage. "They can't be far. We're maybe three or four hours behind them? They will soon be setting up camp for the night, I'm sure. I see no signs of transports. Maybe they even have a base camp near here."

Delroth looked at him. "What do you want to do, Jamous?"

"Hunt."

Delroth tracked the footprints of the bandits, and Jamous followed him. They travelled deep into the forest before they came across the Black Doth'won's campsite. Upon seeing the campfire in the center of all the tents, Jamous and Delroth ducked into the bushes. They creeped through the brush, closer to the edges of the camp. Years of forest living had made their footsteps almost completely silent.

There were about ten tents surrounding the fire. The members of Black Doth'won, humans, twi'leks, rodians, and others, were standing or sitting or laying around the fire. Some were asleep; some were smoking and drinking; and some were standing with blasters in hand, keeping guard of the camp's perimeter.

"I see about twenty of them," Jamous whispered towards Delroth.

"Twenty three," he replied. "I sense a few life forces in the tents. Look." The twi'lek pointed to a speeder filled with crates of stolen goods. "It looks like Trevla isn't the only village that they've visited recently."

Upon seeing the stolen goods, Jamous was reminded of the body of the little girl he had seen in Trevla. He felt his entire body clench with white hot rage. Delroth looked to him. "I feel powerful waves of the Force rolling off you. They're terribly dark."

Jamous looked at him. "These kriffing raiders are going through Edge Forest and plundering each village they come across. Why haven't the Je'daii done anything about this?"

"Jamous, this isn't the time for this kind of discussion."

"You're right. We need to take care of these guys."

Delroth watched as Jamous unsheathed the sword from his back. "You want to kill them all?"

"They are upsetting the balance of the forest. It has to be done."

Delroth let out a sad chuckle as he brandished his halberd. "And you say that you want no part of the Force. We need to take out the four raiders guarding the perimeter. You take the two closest to us. I'll get the others." Without another another word the twi'lek melted into the brush. Jamous could not even hear him moving through the forest.

Nature was on Jamous's side. It was near midnight, and neither of the moons were out. The only light casting illumination was from the raiders' campfire, casting shadows across the forest floor. The first sentry was a rodian. He brandished a basic blaster rifle and had his back to Jamous. There was the sound of metal against bare skin, and Jamous set the rodian quietly to the ground, the raider's green blood spewing from his neck all over Jamous's hands and sleeves. He crept to the next sentry and did the same. The human male let out a gurgle as Jamous's blade sliced across his throat and then fell.

It was at this point Jamous heard the shriek of a woman. He looked to the center of the camp from the shadows and saw one of the raiders drag a naked woman from the tent. The other raiders laughed and a few of them began to unbuckle the belts of their pants. Pure, hot hatred boiled in Jamous's veins. He threw stealth to the wind and began a brisk walk to the center of the camp. The raiders were too busy with the entertainment of the scared woman that they didn't notice. The nearest raider to Jamous had his pants around his ankles and was about to grab the woman when Jamous's sword sliced clean through his nexk. The other raiders stopped laughing and looked to see the headless corpse of their mate fall to the ground.

They didn't even have much time to react. The carnage had begun. Jamous cleaved diagonally through a twi'lek's torso. He pirouetted to his left and lunged his blade through a human raider's heart. The raider that was holding the woman let go of her and began to make a break for the tents, Jamous cut threw his abdomen, severing the man in half from the hips up. By now, the remaining raiders had either grabbed a weapon or began running for escape into the forest.

A slicing pain ripped across Jamous's forearm, and he could feel the warmth of his blood run down his wrist. He turned to his right to see a rodian menacingly holding a hunting knife, Jamous's blood coating the blade. The raider lunged at Jamous again. He stepped to the side and brought his blade down on the rodian's wrist, severing his hand. The rodian let out a cry cut short due to Jamous's sword piercing his throat. Two more raiders charged at him, and he quickly dispatched of them with precision. One last raider was almost to the edge of the camp, security of the cover of the forest within reach. Jamous lifted his sword two-hands above his head and threw it. The blade flew in the air in a twirl. Before the man could make it into the forest, Jamous's sword pierced the center or his back, came out his chest, and entered into a tree, pinning the raider. The raider let out gurgle and died. All was quiet.

Delroth appeared from the other side of the camp and examined the slaying before him. "I managed to get nine of them escaping, but two got away."

Jamous did not reply. Instead he walked over to the naked woman who was whimpering in a ball in the dirt next to the campfire. He leaned down on his knee slowly. "Everything's okay. They're not going to hurt you." He put his hand on the woman's shoulder.

She suddenly shrieked and lashed out at him. "Leave me alone! You monster! Get away!"

Jamous was taken aback. "We're here to help. There's no reason to be afraid anymore."

The woman crawled back away from Jamous. "Don't touch me! You Je'daii freak! Leave me alone!" She got on her feet and disappeared into the forest.

Jamous sat there on his knees dumbfounded, staring into the trees. He looked down at himself and realized he was covered in blood, his own and the raiders'. He felt Delroth's hand on his shoulder.

"Sometimes you realize that before history is written, there are no heroes." He handed Jamous a lit cigarette. "Only monsters."

35,390 B.B.Y.

For ten years Jamous had trained with Delroth. The twi'lek had taught Jamous everything he knew. Combat, survival, stealth. Everything but the Force. It was the only edge Delroth had on Jamous. But Jamous also had an edge: his age. Jamous had seen Delroth age the past ten years, and Delroth had seen Jamous not age at all. He still looked and felt the same as he had the day he had entered the catacombs even though he was now thirty-five years old. Delroth himself now had to walk with a cane. Age had finally caught up with the Je'daii. Even though Jamous had been with Delroth for ten years, he still didn't know much about him. But that was about to change.

They had travelled a day's journey south to Lake Habyan. It would normally not have taken so long, but with Delroth now using a cane, they had to take their time to get there.

"Are you sure about this?" Jamous asked as he stubbed out his finished cigarette.

The old twi'lek let out a rough laugh. "I've travelled through many villages in my forty years as a hermit, and every village has the same legend though maybe told differently."

Jamous waved his hand. "Yeah, yeah, a big mythological fish in Lake Habyan. You've been telling me about the legend for ten years. What I want to know is if your back won't blow out trying to reel it in, old man," he teased.

"Laugh all you want, you ageless freak. Tonight, we're going to dine on so much fish that you'll grow some gills."

"And maybe you'll grow a new back," Jamous muttered.

"What was that?"

Jamous laughed. "Are you ears going out too, you old bag?"

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Laugh all you want, but when I'm dead and gone, finally at sweet peace, you'll still be here. Wandering around, aimless."

Jamous smiled. The first few years, Delroth had not believed him. But as time had progressed, the twi'lek saw with his own eyes how he had aged and Jamous had not. "I'm excited."

"Why?"

"Because where will we be in one thousand years? Maybe we will have colonized other planets in the system!"

"Bah!" Delroth let out a grumpy old scoff. "The Je'daii belong on Tython. It's how we master the balance of light and dark."

"I know that, Delroth, but there have been rumours of sending non-Force users off-planet. It's dangerous for us here. We can not survive the storms and many of the beasts like you Je'daii can."

"You could be a Je'daii too, Jamous. But we've had that conversation too many times."

There was a bend in the forest path, and as they rounded it, a beautiful valley with a large crystal lake opened up before them.

Jamous let out an exclamation of awe. "The lake is huge."

"Big enough to hold this supposed fish. Come on."

The two made their way down to the lakeshore. There was a dock of durasteel that could disconnect and float out to the middle of the lake. It wasn't long before they were out on the water, fishing lines cast, waiting for their catch.

As the hours passed, the two discussed many different topics: the idea of one day leaving the Tython system; the recent respite of major storms on the planet; the different Je'daii temples. Finally, for the first time in ten years, Delroth opened up about his past.

"I'm seventy years old now, Jamous. The selfish part of me does not want to be forgotten. I know that if I tell you my story, I won't be forgotten."

He lit a new cigarette. Jamous was silent and waited for him to continue.

"I used to be a temple master at Bodhi. I had a passion for the arts. For ten years I taught journeyers coming through. I look back on those years with great fondness." He paused. "Je'daii discourage the intermarriage of Force users and non-Force users. Some say that is totalitarian, but I understand why to a certain degree."

"Yes," Jamous interjected. "My father was a politician, and my mother was a Je'daii. As their child, I was born without the ability to communicate with the Force."

Delroth raised his eyebrows. "You're inability to use the Force is doubtful, but yes, you are right. When two Je'daii have a child, the chances of it not being able to use the Force are very rare. When a Je'daii and non-Force user have a child, that risk of it's lack in ability to use the Force rises tremendously." He took a drag from his cigarette. "I was never one to break the rules. I was never a 'free-thinking' Je'daii. But one day I met a woman from a village near Bodhi. Her name was Tali." There was a pause. "I'll skip the romance story, but we fell in love and got married. Not long after we had a baby girl." There was a nostalgic smile on Delroth's face and his eyes misted over. "We were happy. So happy. But the Force held a different plan for me."

"What happened, Delroth?"

"A Force storm ended up destroying the village, killing Tali, my daughter, and many of the inhabitants of the village." He looked out across the water. "I was very angry. I hated the Force; I hated the Je'daii. So I entered into exile to find balance, built the hut that you've been staying in with me, and the rest is history."

There was silence. Jamous put his hand on Delroth's shoulder. "I'm glad to have met you, old friend. I'll always remember your story, and I'll carry your teachings, your training, your character, and your beliefs within me. I promise."

Delroth was about to reply when his fishing pole started to buck and jerk around. He grabbed hold of it tightly, but his arms were shaking and he almost lost his grip. "Jamous, I think we got it. I think this is it," he said excitedly in between grunts. "Here, take the stick. I'm too old to reel it in."

"Me? Can't you use the Force?"

The rod pulled Delroth to the edge of the floating dock. "Holy hell, this thing is huge. Take the stick, Jamous! I'm going to start bring the dock back to the shore of the lake!"

Jamous grabbed a hold of the rod and felt the muscles in his arms contract as the fishing rod bucked and pulled. "You've got to be kidding me," he grunted. "This fish wants to fight!"

Jamius struggled with the rod as Delroth got them back to the shore. Upon reaching the shallows of the lake, the twi'lek grabbed onto the fishing rod as well, and they both pulled as hard as they could. Their feet transitioned from the water to the sand.

Delroth grunted. "Oh we're eating good tonight."

"Let's just focus on getting the fish first," Jamous replied through clenched teeth.

All the opposing force on the rod suddenly released, and Jamous and Delroth fell on their backs. There was a loud thud, and they both sat up to see a giant fish about 5 meters long and about 40 kilos flopping in the sand. Delroth began to hoot and holler, and Jamous joined in with him.

"We got it! We got it!" said Delroth in between shouts of joy.

They both stared at the fish intently as it slowly stopped flopping around. All was silent.

"Uh, Delroth?"

"Yes?"

"How are we going to transport this back home?"