Half and hour. That was all the time Sabine had to meet me here, just outside the Nar Shadaa Port Bar, if she wants me to give her and her crew a ride to the station close to Alderaan. I donned my now repaired Mandalorian armour in the hopes of showing her that I can be trusted. I even included the helmet. It took me two weeks to get everything in good enough condition to use. As an added bonus, I managed to purchase and airbrush to paint my armour a dull but nice grey shade, which should throw off any suspicion of me being the Unseen, if my current hair and eyes haven't already.
Taking a look at my armour, I was able to see just how different it was to Sabine's, and I don't mean colour. Her armour featured a small breast plate that just barely covered her upper torso, securing itself to her body by her neck, and not covering her back at all. She also had large, round shoulder pads, elbow pads that were a little smaller, and knee pads that were about the same size as the elbow pads. My armour consisted of a cuirass covering my entire torso, back and front, while leaving my arms exposed, with the exception of my shirt sleeves. The shoulder, elbow, and knee pads were about the same as Sabine's, but I also wore extra armour on my thighs, upper arms, boots, and gloves. To sum it up, my armour looked like that of Clan Kryze, with the exception of being solid grey, or black before, rather than the blue and white patterns. My helmet was of the same design as Sabine's, also grey.
"Michael? That you?" Sabine's familiar voice asked, gaining my attention. I faced her, seeing four individuals with her; the Ghost crew. Hera Syndulla and Garazeb Orrelios didn't look all that different from the image Kallus showed me yesterday. Kanan Jarrus however was now wearing a mask over his eyes, showing his blindness, and his beard had grown. Ezra Bridger now had a buzzcut, and his hair was darker, not to mention he was taller. I'm guessing that they left their droid, Chopper, on the Ghost.
"So, the gang's all here." I said, taking my helmet off. Sabine nodded in response.
"Hah! Nice hair Kid. Seems he's your type, eh Sabine?" The Lasat, Zeb, teased the young Mandalorian girl, who rolled her eyes with a good hearted smile, thoughshe did punch him in the shoulder. Seems this is common occurrence with her and the older Honor Guard Captain.
"Nice to meet you all. I am Michael Varad, Captain of the Huntress." I introduced myself. "I understand you need a lift to Alderaan? Or rather, a station near to it?" I inquired.
"Yes." Hera answered, looking me over, as if scanning me. "And we need to get to it without the Empire on our tail." She said, placing a hand on her hip.
"I can get you there easy enough." I assured her.
"Can someone explain to me why we're trusting this guy, whom Sabine has barely known for 12 hours?" Ezra asked, looking at me with no small amount of distrust. Understandable. He did live alone for who knows how many years on the streets. It's natural he'd have trust issues with some people. So with that in mind...
"By the light of Lothal's moons." I said, shocking everyone, even Sabine, who hadn't heard that from me yesterday.
"That's Ahsoka's code phrase…" Kanan spoke, his eyes no doubt wide even under his mask.
"You did mention that you knew Ahsoka…" Sabine remembered.
"Yes, Ahsoka and I were friends, and sometimes, allies." I told them. "She told me much about you, Ghost crew." I revealed. "Now, are you willing to trust me, or am I leaving this rock by myself?" I asked. The crew all shared still reluctant looks, making me sigh impatiently. "Ok then, this is how it's going to go." I said, putting my helmet back on. "I'm headed to my ship right now, and taking off. Anyone who wants to accompany may do so, while the rest stay here to be caught by Agent Kallus, who, might I add, just turned the corner of there." I said, pointing behind them before walking off. A collective, but hushed, gasp resounded through the air, just barely loud enough for me to hear, before Hera spoke again.
"Let's go." She said to the rest of her crew, who quickly followed her lead. As in, after me.
"Good choice." I said sarcastically as we approached the Huntress.
"Whoa, whoa, this is your ship?" Hera asked, grabbing my shoulder tightly, almost painfully, with childlike glee in her eyes.
"Yes, yes it is." I said, activating the comlink in my helmet. "T7, open the ramp, will you buddy?" I asked of the astromech, who bleep back an affirmative. Just seconds later, the ramp came down. "After you." I said with a gentlemanly bow.
"Oh my…" Hera said giddily, stepping towards the ship. What is with her?
"What's with her?" Zeb asked in confusion, voicing my thoughts.
"A shiny new ship." Kanan deadpanned as we all walked up the ramp.
"To be fair, it is an impressive vessel." Sabine conceded, taking in the corridor as we walked, arriving in the main room. "Could use a little more colour though." She said thoughtfully as I showed everyone to the couches, just to the right of the central Holo-terminal.
"An impressive vessel?" Hera asked of the girl incredulously. "Sabine, this is a Fury Class Interceptor! It was renowned as one of the greatest ships ever made by the Empire in the time of the Old Republic!" She said giddily, eagerly taking in every square centimetre of the Huntress.
"She's right." I revealed, watching the Twi'lek woman with amusement. "Back in the day, this model was a favourite amongst the Sith. Now, it's the last of its kind. And she's mine." I said proudly.
"Wait, this is a Sith ship?" Ezra asked, suddenly uneasy.
"It was." I corrected him. "Until I stole it from the Imperial Academy." I said with a smirk, shocking them all. "Anyways, a small tour before we take off." I said, clearing my throat. I pointed to the door that lead to the cockpit. "That way is the bridge." I told them, shifting my focus to the corridor perpendicular to it. "In that direction is the Starboard Wing, which houses the Cargo bay, kitchen, and the Engine Room." Hera, not listening another word, shot towards the Engine room with speed that would make most Hyperdrive ships jealous. "Ok…" I said, not sure how to react to that.
"Just ignore it. She won't touch anything." Kanan sighed in exasperation. Well, I guess that must mean this has happened before.
"Continuing on then…" i trailed off, pointing to the room to the left of the Holoterminal, my room. "That is the Captain's Quarters, my room. Anyone who enters that room will be put to death." I warned with a bright smile, making everyone share an uneasy look. "Directly across from my room, is the Medical Bay." I said, pointing to the Med Bay. "And finally, the Port Wing, which houses the Crew Cabin and the Conference Room." I said, pointing at the door for the Port Wing. "I made some renovations some time ago, splitting the one big room with six bunks into three smaller rooms with two bunks. Take you pick if you want to get some rest, which I recommend. It's a 36 hour journey to Alderaan." I said, finishing up the tour.
"Wow, short, simple and efficient. Real great tour Kid." Zeb said, clapping sarcastically.
"Do you feel the need to explore a half empty Cargo Bay, a room with a bolto tank and beds, a room with a big engine, and a room with a big table, Garazeb?" I asked in response, raising an eyebrow.
"Ah, well…" he trailed off, a hand on the back of his neck. "I suppose not." he chuckled awkwardly.
"Thought so." I rolled my eyes as T7 came rolling in from the cockpit.
"Partner = has guests? / T7 = not informed." he said, noticing the newcomers.
"Ah, T7. These guys are the Ghost crew, part of the Rebellion Ahsoka told us about." I told him. "Ghost crew, this is T7-O1, my only crew member." I introduced.
"How do you maintain a ship this size without a crew?" Ezra asked, more to himself than anyone else, as he looked around the room. "It's over twice the size of the Ghost." he murmured. I chuckled at his mumbling, turning to T7.
"Buddy, you mind brewing a pot of caff while I get the ship up and running?" I asked of him.
"T7 = on it!" He said cheerfully, turning and rolling on his way as I focussed back on the crew.
"If you want some, just go ahead and help yourself. He'll brew enough for everyone." I told them, and they nodded.
"He speaks with old Binary." Sabine observed. Yeah, astromech droids have two versions of the same language; old Binary, with all the = and + and whatnot, and then there's modern Droidspeak, which amounts to normal speech if you understand it.
"He was constructed over 150 years ago, before modern Droidspeak came into play." I explained.
"Ah." Sabine gave a single nod in understanding. With that, I headed for the bridge, only to find Hera fawning over the Star map and the pilot controls like it was the most precious gem she'd ever seen. I watched with an amused smile at the sight before a thought occurred to me."
"Wait, how did you get here? I thought you were in the Engine Room?" I asked in confusion.
"Look at this! The targeting systems are so simple, but so advanced! And the Star map looks like it could cover every star in the Galaxy! And, oh stars this amazing!" She squealed, sitting in the pilot seat.
"Please, make yourself comfortable." I said sarcastically, sitting in the captain's chair.
"I'm sorry, you cannot put me in front of this beautiful machine and not expect me to use it." Hera said, letting out a content sigh as she grabbed the controls.
"Fine." I sighed. Anyone else who tried to pilot my ship would be skinned alive and cooked by lightsaber by now, but Ahsoka has told me of Hera's ability as a pilot, which, despite my relative skill, probably surpasses my own by leaps and bounds. "I hope you realise that if my ship gets so much as a scratch, I'll lock you in the brig for the rest of the trip, capiche?" I asked her, inputting the co-ordinates I was provided with that lead to the Ghost's current position into the star map, which showed me where it was.
"Got it." Hera chuckled, slowly lifting off the ship from the platform. With expert level skill, she was able to fluidly get us out of the atmosphere, and right past the Imperial TIE station that orbited the planet. Once we were a good distance away, I got to work with the star map.
"Alright, inputting co-ordinates." I said, mostly to myself, as I worked. "And now, hello Hyperspace." I said with a satisfied smile. "Always my favourite part that." I said with a giddy grin, watching the space around us transition into the hyperspace 'tunnel' for lack of a better term.
"I agree wholeheartedly." Hera said with a wistful sigh, happily slumping in the pilot's seat. Man, what is it with this woman and ships? "Remind me, how did you get your hands on this, this beauty?" She asked, marvelling at every little thing in the bridge.
"I stole her from the Imperial Academy when I ran away." I answered with a shrug.
"Imperial Academy?" She asked, turning her attention back to me.
"Clan Varad supports the Empire more than any other Clan on Mandalore, except maybe Clan Saxon. Every one of their youths are shipped of to the Academy at 15. I quickly decided that I didn't want to stay, and left. Took this lovely lady with me." I recounted, smiling widely as I ran a hand over the panel that the star map was projected from. I won't deny having a great love for my ship, but I'm not one of those guys who is practically more in love with his ship than he could be with a woman.
"She is a marvel." Hera agreed, grinning widely.
"So, what exactly were you doing on Nar Shadaa?" I asked curiously. "And was it really necessary to steal a shuttle to land there?" I added.
"Kind of, yes." She replied as we got up, heading for the living area. "The Ghost is a known Rebel ship throughout the Galaxy. We didn't want to risk detection by landing on Nar Shadaa in it, so we stole an Imperial shuttle, which, unfortunately, was found and recovered by the Empire a week ago. We'd been in hiding until sabine found you." She explained as we sat on the couch. T7 then came rolling in with a pot of caf and a few mugs.
"Thanks buddy." I smiled at him, taking one of the mugs, which he happily filled for me before doing the same for Hera. "Hera, this is T7-O1, my only crew member." I introduced.
"T7 = happy to meet Ghost crew! / Ahsoka = spoke highly." The droid bleeped to Hera.
"Nice to meet you too little guy." Hera responded, petting him softly. T7 let out a rumbling robotic purr at the gesture. "And thank you for the caff." She said, sipping the beverage.
"T7 = happy to be of use!" He chirped, rolling away.
"Quite a personality he has." Hera said with an amused smile. "He'd clash with Chopper more than the Sith and Jedi." She joked.
"He's always been like that." I smiled in amusement.
"I notice he speaks with Old Binary," She observed. I nodded.
"He's over 150 years old." I explained. She nodded in understanding and took another swig of the caf. "Anyway, you were telling me why you were on Nar Shadaa." I reminded her
"Oh, yes, we were looking for someone." She told me, pulling out a datapad from her pocket. Activating it, the pad showed a holographic image of, guess who, The Unseen…. Fuck… "We were hoping to recruit this guy to the Rebellion, but in the past two weeks, we weren't able to find a single hint of him." She sighed, putting the pad back in her pocket.
"Or so you think…" I deadpanned to myself mentally, drinking more of my caff. "I saw that guy on the Holonet. Seems to me he's more Sith than Jedi. Why would you want to recruit him?" I asked. I can't think of any reason why they'd want me in their little rebellion.
"Because he's clearly powerful, skilled, and opposes the Empire. He stole a Holocron that belonged to the Emperor himself, and killed the last of the Inquisitor's. That kind of ambition is something the Rebellion needs." Hera said, putting her now empty mug down. "Plus, maybe Ezra and Kanan could learn a thing or two from him, or vice versa." She added without thinking.
"He's a Darksider. Ezra and Kanan are Jedi. If they want to learn from the Unseen, they'll have to abandon what it means to be a Jedi." I sighed, putting my own empty mug.
"So you know then?" She asked, visibly chastising her herself, albeit mentally, for revealing such info so carelessly. She must be a little too relaxed.
"Yes. Not only did Ahsoka speak of your crew quite often in our correspondences, but you're also all over the Holonet." I explained, leaning back. "Plus, I can easily see the lightsaber hanging from Kanan's belt." I deadpanned. Hera looked away somewhat bashfully.
"Yes, I suppose that does make sense." She said, clearing her throat.
"I noticed that Ezra doesn't carry one. How come?" I asked in interest. Hera's facial expression turned somewhat wry as she gave a soft, though strained, smile.
"It was on a mission about six weeks ago. His lightsaber got destroyed and he was only able to recover his crystal." She said, sounding sympathetic, as well as sad. Right, that's when Ahsoka died. I'm still not convinced she's dead, but I'll think about that another time.
"I can understand that." I said. "The Jedi are taught that their weapon is their life. Losing it would be a massive blow to a Jedi's spirit."
"Quite." Hera agreed with a sigh. "And we don't have all the parts necessary to build new one." She added, shaking her head.
"Well, if he had the parts from his old lightsaber, that should give him somewhat of a head start." I spoke thoughtfully. "What does he need?" I asked.
"A modulation circuit, an energy core, a stabilizing ring, and a crystal chamber." She listed. "Why?" She asked.
"I can get him all of those, except for the crystal chamber." I said, standing up.
"Really?" She asked in shock, receiving a nod.
"I like to take things apart and tinker." I shrugged. "I even have a couple of old lightsabers that don't work anymore, but their crystal chambers will probably be too old to work." I said with a light frown. "But I suppose it's worth a shot." I shrugged.
"Oh, you have no idea how much that would help." Hera said honestly. "It'll lift his spirits immensely. He hasn't been himself since Malachor." She said sadly, getting up herself. "Is it ok if I go get him?" She asked. I nodded.
"Tell him to meet me in the cargo bay." I told her. She nodded and headed for the crew cabins, whilst I went for the cargo bay.
"Nope…" I said as I tossed a random component aside, reaching into the crate for another one. "Useless." I sighed, throwing it to the side. "Oh! Modulation circuit." I smiled, taking the component and placing it on the closed crate. "And a stabilizing ring. Fantastic." I grinned, setting the ring next to the circuit.
"Uh, Captain? Hera said you wanted to see me?" Ezra asked as the door opened. He walked inside, still weary of me no doubt.
"Yes actually." I said as I closed the crate I was looking through going to the next. "Hera tells me you're working on a new lightsaber." I said as I opened a second crate, rummaging through the components I had stored in there.
"Wait, you know about me? And Kanan?" He asked in surprise.
"I worked with Ahsoka, remember?" I asked bluntly, pulling out an energy core. Finally. I was looking for that one first. "Anywho, I have some of the parts Hera told me you were missing. I don't have any use for them." I said, grabbing the other two components and giving them to him.
"Why would you do this?" He asked, taking the parts cautiously.
"I always hate to see a Jedi without a weapon." I shrugged, moving on to a crate I had perched up on a shelf. "I don't know if this will help, as they are very, very old, before the time of the Old Republic even, but you're welcome to try using the crystal chambers from these." I told him, taking two very old and worn out lightsabers from the crate, making him gasp in shock at the sight. "Now, like I said, these are very old. They don't even work anymore, so I wouldn't get my hopes up of the chambers working, but you can try." I told him as he took the worn out weapons.
"Where did you get all this?" he asked, staring at the parts he held.
"All over the Galaxy." I shrugged, earning a blank look. "I'm a little bit of a tinkerer and a collector. If I get my hands on a fancy weapon, you can bet I'll take it apart and put it back together at least 100 times." I chuckled, putting the small crate back on the shelf.
"What exactly do you collect?" he asked in confusion.
"Nothing in particular." I shrugged. "Weapons, artifacts, relics, anything that catches my fancy really. Especially if it's shiny." I admitted, chuckling sheepishly.
"You know, I have to admit, you're not like other Mandalorians I've met." He said as we walked to the crew cabins. "Sabine is free-spirited, and artistic. Fenn Rau, a prisoner of the Rebellion, is hardened and focussed. You…" He trailed off, looking at me. "You're calm and collected, but I sense that you can be ruthless in a fight. You're pragmatic, but emotional. It's kinda taxing on my head to be honest." He said, rubbing his forehead.
"Hm, you see much for one so young." I told him as we entered the cabin he'd taken. If I had to guess, Sabine was in the second of the cabins, Zeb and Kanan in the third, and Hera was in the cockpit. "How long have you been training in the ways of the Jedi?" I asked curiously.
"A little over a year." He said honestly, placing the components I'd given him on the desk that was in his cabin.
"And lightsaber combat?" I inquired.
"Even less." his face turned to a scowl. "Besides, can't really train if I have no saber, can I?" He asked. In response, I gave him a thoughtful look, before smirking.
"I have an idea about that." I told him, gaining his interest.
"Oi! What's with all the noise!?" Zeb hollered as he stormed into the Cargo Bay, which Ezra and I had spaced out for what we were currently doing.
"Some of us are trying to-" Sabine stopped as she walked in. "Oh." She said as she saw what Ezra and I were up to.
Using the Mandalorian vibroswords I had, which didn't look all that different to normal katanas, but with glowing sharp edges, Ezra and I were locked in a duel of blades. The vibroswords were just about as heavy as lightsabers were when active, and the glowing edges, which were charged with electrical energy and vibrations, could stand against lightsaber strikes. Using the momentum of our blades pressing against each other, Ezra flipped over me and tried to land a diagonal slash, which I blocked easily.
Judging by his fighting style and footwork, he seems to fight with a mix of Form I and VII, Shii-Cho and Juyo, with the defensive capabilities of Form III, Soresu, thrown in. Very interesting.
Anyway, I brought up my leg, slamming my knee into Ezra's stomach, making him hunch over. Taking the opening, I slashed at him horizontally, but he quickly recovered, jumping into a backflip and delivering a Force Push to my torso, which sent me into the wall. Since I couldn't use the Force myself without blowing my cover, I looked up at him with a grin and pulled out my DH-17 and shot a few blasts at him, which he easily blocked. However, the distraction allowed me to catch him off guard and charge forward with a downward slice, which he dodged by rolling to the side.
Ezra then slashed at my vertically, and I blocked by bringing the blade up in a diagonal block. Pulling back, I slashed at him intentionally landing a hit on his sword, which pushed him back somewhat. I repeated the action with more force, pun not intended, sending him down to one knee. I thought that would be the end of it, but Ezra's more resourceful than I give him credit for. He grabbed the DL-44 Blaster on his hip and shot at me point blank, and even though it was probably set to kill, my armour protected me from injury, but not from the force, again, pun not intended, behind the attack, resulting in me being pushed back a few metres.
We both quickly regained our bearings and slashed at each other at the same time, our blades colliding and sparkling with electrical energy. In complete unison, we pulled back and slashed again, colliding again, and the cycle continued for who knows how long in series of blocks and slashes. It would be impossible to count how many blows were exchanged in our little spar, but the drag on didn't last. I took into account everything he did, every movement of his body whenever he struck, and noticed that he pivots his foot a couple degrees when he's about to strike vertically, and formed a plan from there.
When I blocked one of his next strikes, I thrust my arm forward, delivering a palm strike to his chest, pushing back a few steps. That gave me an opening to delivering a low sweep with my blade that grazed him just barely above his ankle. He must've assumed that that was a failed attempt at damaging his leg, as he barely even hissed in pain before swiping at me. He was wrong. I blocked his attack, and when he pulled his blade back to deliver another vertical strike, he pivoted his foot, and let out a loud grunt of pain as the strain hit the wound that I left.
Taking the opportunity, I slashed at his hand, knocking the blade up into the air, and catching it with my free hand. As Ezra fell to one knee, I held both blades to his neck in an X position.
"My win." I smirked, panting just as heavily as he was.
"Nice trick at the end there." He smirked back, taking my hand as I offered it to him. "Might have to use that myself every now and again." He added, making me shake my head.
"Whoa…" Zeb suddenly spoke. "Nice skills." He said. Sabine nodded in agreement with his statement. Oh yeah, I forgot they were here…
"Sorry, did we wake you?" I asked as I walked over to the locker in the room and opened it, revealing my collection of weapons, including, but not limited to, vibroswords, blaster pistols, blaster rifles, vibro-staves, detonators and there was even a Wookie Heartlance and Bowcaster.
"Yeah, kinda, but it's not… whoa…" Sabine stared in awe at my collection, her eyes shining like a kid in a candy store.
"Uh, you OK?" I asked, waving a hand in front of her face.
"Oh, don't worry about her. She's got this fascination with weapons." Ezra explained, his arms crossed in amusement.
"She's probably imagining all the havoc she could cause with those." Zeb chuckled in agreement.
"Not on my ship." I said hastily, slamming the locker closed, which in turn snapped Sabine out her awed trance. Seriously, first Hera with the ship, and now Sabine with weapons? What next? Ezra with helmets? "No touchy." I said to her with a stern face.
"But-"
"No touchy." I repeated, stepping between her and the locker.
"You of all people should know not to get between a Mandalorian and a weapon's package." She said, more deadpanned than threatening.
"Listen sweetheart, you look like a smart girl, so I'm sure you'll understand me when I say…" I cleared my throat. "You'sa no touchy da weapons locker without'a me'sa saying so, okie-day?" I asked in a surprisingly good impression of a Gungan. "This'sa ship belong to me'sa, me'sa word be law, capishe?" I asked. Sabine's blank look told me that she found my impression to be absolutely ridiculous, regardless of accuracy, and she clearly didn't appreciate me speaking to her like she was stupid, which wasn't really my intention to be honest. Still, despite that, I put on a bright smile and walked towards my quarters, leaving a snickering Ezra and Zeb behind with an unimpressed Sabine.
"Wait…" She mumbled as I walked off. "Did he just call me sweetheart?" She asked the air. All I heard after that was Ezra and Zeb full on laughing. I couldn't help shaking my head as the door to my quarters closed behind me.
*Clank clank clank!*
I groaned as a loud, metallic, banging sound resounded through my quarters. There were only two ways such a sound could be created in my quarters. One, was if someone on my ship had a prosthetic hand that they hadn't bother to cover with artificial flesh, which I found highly unlikely as none of the Ghost crew had prosthetic limbs. The other, was if T7 had something urgent to tell me and was banging on my door with one of his tool/limbs to 'knock.'
"T7!" I groaned loudly, turning in bed. And I was having such a nice dream about a Zeltron lady and a beach spa on Iloh…
This, however, seemed to hold no relevance to T7 as he just rolled right into my room. He didn't seem to care that it was incredibly early in the morning, or that I was half asleep. Or even the fact that all I had on was a pair of sleeping pants.
"Transmission = incoming. / Caller = unknown. / T7 = holding transmission." He informed, rolling to my bedside.
"Ok, ok." I sighed, getting up with a stretch. "Just let me put a shirt on." I told him, getting off of my bed and heading over to my locker. I opened it and grabbed one of the tight fitting black long sleeves that I usually wear under my armour. "Alright, put it through." I gave my arms one last stretch before T7 activated his holo-display, showing a very familiar brunette standing before me.
She looked quite different than she did in the movies, though that may be because she was younger, about 17. Her actress in the original trilogy wasn't exactly unattractive to me, but she wasn't a beauty knockout either. Here, she looked similar, but still different to her actress, and quite a bit more attractive too. Her brown hair was tied back into a simple ponytail that she twisted into a bun, rather than those ridiculous dual buns on either side of her head in the movies. She wore a simple pair of tight fitting gray leggings and boots, and a white long sleeved shirt.
"Michael Shan, it is nice to see you again." She greeted with a small smile.
"Well, I'll be." I said, honestly surprised to hear from her. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Princess Leia?" I asked with a smile matching hers.
Done and done. I'm aware that I said that my story would be getting good at this point. Sadly, I was wrong. The next chapter is where it gets good. If I've got everything in my head right, Michael's reveal should come in the next chapter. Got something real badass in mind too, so look forward to it.
Still, I do apologise for uploading a filler over a real chapter.
Now that that's aside, I had idea concerning Kanan and Michael. What if Michael was the one to teach Kanan to 'see' instead of Bendu? I thought of having Michael interact with Bendu before Kanan or Ezra do, and learn from him every now and again since the're so similar. At one point, I thought of having Satele replace Bendu as a whole in this story, but ultimately rejected that notion for reasons I won't go into for now.
And I've made a decision concerning the time in between Season 2 and 3. There will be one mission, some personal interactions, and an encounter with Satele Shan before season 3 begins. So, it'll be around chapter 8 that we start with content actually from the show.
Please leave a review and tell me your thoughts.
