I'm Back! Sorry about the delay, but keep reading. This is where things really start to happen.
The council looked pretty much how it always looked. Master Yoda was just standing there with a grave look on his face, Master Plo smiled at me...or at least I think he did, and Master Windu...who am I kidding, I'd be shocked if he didn't look like that.
"Relieved we are, that you could come so quickly." [ An: Do I really need to indicate who said that? ;)]
"Yes," Master Kenobi said, "What is the problem?"
"Death Watch," Master Plo replied.
I sighed, as my worst fears were confirmed. That vision might have been more recent than I had thought it would be.
"The group has remained fairly tame since the order dealt with them last," Master Plo continued.
Ha ha, wanna bet?
"Nevertheless," he said, "They seem to be back at full force targeting the Mandalorian Palace. The Duchess's spies confirmed that Vizsla has ordered that a group be formed to attack."
"Seems relatively simple," Master Kenobi said, "It won't be too tedious to keep them from getting in."
"Under normal circumstances that would be agreed, Master Kenobi," Windu interceded, "However, Vizsla has not only ordered an attack, it seems that he is ordering a siege attack using something known as the 'wet sand' tactic."
"The wet sand tactic, Masters?" my master repeated.
"The main idea of it is that the soldiers filter in individually one by one before anybody notices. It has proven a very effective tactic and is a favorite of the Death Watch."
"Deal with this uniquely, you must, yet more there is to the issue."
There was an awkward pause among the members, as if no one wanted to reveal the dilemma.
"There are strong rumors," Master Windu said gravely, "That a Lakow will be leading this operation."
Master Kenobi shot up. "That's impossible! The last one was annihilated, I saw it myself!"
"With all due respect masters," I interceded, "But who per say, is a 'Lakow'?"
"Lakow," Master Windu clarified, "is the last name of a long ancestral warrior clan. The family has supported Death Watch since its beginning. In fact, Vizsla himself is a Lakow, however it was his brother, Mar-Lakow, who 'carried on tradition,' if you will. The Lakow warrior is characterized by completely black armor, and is trained fluently in a combat style known as Wip art, very much similar to Zygerrians, only much, much deadlier. Yet the most fearful thing concerning them is their cunning. They are flexible. They come up with complex full-proof plans on a wim. They are brilliant when it comes to logic and tactics.
"Mar-Lakow was no different. He was a commander who only ever lost once, a loss which cost him his life. He was an escape artist and a brilliant tactician. Many began to recognize him as invincible, but it has been told that that was not necessarily so, even before his death. Some say that he was married."
"A member of the Death Watch?" my master said in shock.
"It is rare, but not impossible. It was only a rumor, though, later confirmed to be a lie, yet it still portrays an interesting perspective."
"But on the subject of there being another Lakow..." Master Kenobi inquired.
"Yes. The Mandalorian spies claimed to have seen a warrior in black. It could be Mar-Lakow's and Vizsla's other brother, a cousin, or maybe just another soldier. No one really knows. However, it is important that we prepare for anything."
Master Kenobi nodded. My master and I gave each other concerned glances. We were obviously thinking the same thing.
"Your vision...?"
"It could be. Let's hope not."
"What is his name?" Master Kenobi asked, interrupting our thoughts.
"It is still mainly uncertain," Master Koon said, "The spies did mention though, that they heard Visla call the commander 'Shal'. I suppose that this implies his name would be Sha-Lakow."
And it was then were I did something that no one could of expected. I collapsed and went out cold.
"What are you doing?"
I wasn't burning this time, I was in a room that was seemingly empty aside from the voice. But like before, I was still angry at the speaker. I was starting to see a trend...
"I don't want to hurt you, please, leave. I can't save you again."
"What do you mean?" I cried out.
"Please, Master Jedi, listen to me."
Why was he being so formal? It seemed strange for this situation, especially since he was supposedly in a position to hurt me.
"He's...he's not dead."
For some strange reason I was overwhelmed with joy.
"He's not?" I heard myself ask.
There was a pause. "I have to go, and so do you. Good luck, kid. Hopefully we won't meet again."
"What in the universe do you..."
I shot up...again. I wasn't sweating as hard, but I was all the more confused. Something was wrong here, terribly wrong.
I looked over my shoulder to see my master sitting at the other side of the room, his eyes glazed. He must have not noticed me.
"Master..."
"Ahsoka!" He was immediately at my side. His hands were on my shoulders and his eyes were more concerned than ever.
"Wha...what happened?" I asked.
"You just collapsed all of a sudden. We brought you to med bay. It would seem you're overly exhausted."
I paused. "I don't think so."
He looked at me confused. "You don't?"
"No, I mean, I know I'm tired, but I don't think that's why I passed out."
He looked me over. "You had another vision, didn't you?"
I did and said nothing. None of this made sense. I knew nothing of this mysterious stranger trying to...protect me? It seemed like it. In fact, it almost seemed like he cared about me or something. But I didn't even know him! And he saved me? From what? Or would he save me in the future? My mind buzzed until I thought of one, tiny, little, impossible possibility.
I looked over to my master, who was still waiting for an answer.
"Master, you don't suppose that Mar-Lakow really did marry?"
Carlaac's moon glowed bright for the observer to see. Yet even this beauty could not distract him from another beauty...
"Why did you do it?"
He paused. There was really no right answer to that question.
"Some things are worth saving," he replied simply, "She's an odd Jedi(cap. Jedi!), but she intrigues me. However, she is way too familiar with that friend of hers...I seem to forget his name...Lux, I believe?"
He received a slight giggle in response. "I'm on it, chief."
He smiled. "Good."
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