Chapter 7: Hyper-Space Chapter One

Note: This is my last chapter for a while since I get my wisdom teeth pulled Friday. To be honest I doubt this will be posted by then but I'm trying. In two weeks I got out one chapter of Reflections, started a new story when I had too much pain medication (What was I thinking with that one Shivers), and am now working on this, the first of many subspace intermediate chapters.

Note 2: Someone left a review and pointed out I posted the wrong story chapter on chapter six. I know it is someone who has read both this and Reflections. I don't remember the reviewer (I'm not in a place internet is available, sorry) but I know they have read both. To this person I want to say thank you for helping me not make too big an ass of myself by pointing that out. Thank you.

Qinn'Tarra sat on the bed in her dorm room on the Ebon Hawk looking through her personal pocket dimension when there is a knock at her door. When she looked up Canderous was standing in the door waiting for a formal invitation to come in.

Qinn'Tarra just smiled up at her father when she saw him. "Hi daddy, come on in and check out my bag. Oh, and lock the door behind you," She told her father as he walked in, locking the door behind him.

"You know Rev, I could have sworn that Dickson guy was a Mandalorian," Canderous told his daughter as he walked in and sat on the bed.

"Trust me he's not. He does however hold our people in high regard," she told Canderous who just let out a small cackle.

"I want to spar with him. He may almost be a match for me," Canderous said with a sly grin.

It had been five years since he had, had a good battle. Though that fight at Davik's estate was more of a slaughter than a battle, the numbers made Canderous feel it was close enough to a battle for him.

"Look at the pocket dimension he got me. Then he let me hide it on a remote planet out on the Outer Rim. I went and got it after the order tried to wipe my mind. I love this thing," Canderous looked down at his daughter's bag and tried to run through his head what it was.

"What is a Pocket Dimension?" Canderous finally asked when he found he didn't have a clue himself.

"Well I can't remember the exact response but it came something along the lines of…A small pocket of being created by a living creature for personal use. In other words I have my own little universe sitting down in there." Qinn'Tarra told her father happily.

She had not been truly happy in all her time as a Jedi, Nor as the Dark Lord of the Sith. At this moment the she realized that her happiest time in life was when she was a mercenary and smuggler. That was what she loved doing, being independent. That lifestyle may make her end up working for the highest bidder but at least she would finally be free of attachments.

"Has Dickson mentioned my sister's lightsaber to you at all?" Qinn'Tarra asked her father after pointing out the parts to her light saber she had stolen from the Dantooine Enclave when she had last been there.

"Well he took a dorm and locked it with he and Mission on the other side. Something about teaching her to stretch her senses to feel things around instead of having to see everything. On the other hand before he locked the door he asked me to give you this," Canderous told her handing out the weapon, her sister's weapon.

Qinn'Tarra stood up away from her father and stepped back igniting the double bladed silver lightsaber. "Wow, just like she left it. This saber made the most secure masters jealous, and the bravest masters show fear. When Tarra found this crystal I was so jealous of her. I looked for two years and she found it in a month," Qinn'Tarra said.

Canderous could only see the sadness in his daughter's eyes as she remembered her sister. "Rev you know that Tarra always looked up to you," he told his daughter as she twirled the light saber trying to get a feel for a weapon of such grace again until it accidentally went through the door and a growl was heard.

Qinn'Tarra quickly opened the door only to see Zaalbar, her Wookiee companion kneeling on the floor holding some of his hair in both hands. "My hair, my beautiful hair! You monster!" he roared before getting off the floor with his hair and running off to the exit ramp, obviously upset.

"Well that was unexpected," Carth said from the hallway as he watched the Wookiee run off.

"I agree, most unusual behavior from the beast," Bastila said coming from the other side.

"What happened?" Bastila followed up.

"I was making sure your masters didn't try to mess with the crystal in my youngest daughter's lightsaber. They wrongfully destroyed her life by exiling her, so why not her saber too," Canderous told the Jedi holding out the saber.

"That is not a toy! It is only to be used by a master Jedi! Hand it over to an expert!" Bastila shouted at the Mandalorian as he handed the saber to his daughter.

"It is my saber is it not? I created it," Qinn'Tarra asked the Jedi slyly.

"You're sister was exiled from the order. You do not have the right to own one!" Bastila spat back keeping her nose higher than the normal human not noticing Dickson and Mission watching from the shadows in the corridor.

"You can have it when you take it from my cold dead fingers," Qinn'Tarra told Bastila as the others started backing away, Canderous doing so with a smirk.

"How could you possibly stand up to a Jedi," Bastila shot out angrily.

"Oh great and benevolent Jedi Padawan Bastila, you have forgotten. There is no emotion, there is peace," Qinn'Tarra mocked with a sickeningly sweet smile.

"How dare you, mocking the Jedi Code, "Bastila spat furiously as she reached for her own weapon.

After she lit the weapon she felt two gun barrels on the side of her head. "Now Mission this is how to sneak up on an opponent. In real life we would pull the triggers, but we just wanted to make the stuck up Jedi Princess piss herself which by looking at the small puddle on the floor we accomplished that," Dickson told his apprentice.

"That was cool, let's do it to that Vrook guy," Mission said back excitedly.

"No Mission Vrook is a bastard but I haven't taught you to hide your Force Signature yet and he would beat you easily. You need more training," Dickson told her as they teleported out as quickly as they teleported in leaving everyone else broke down into hysterics at the young Jedi's expense.

Everyone except Carth who felt bad that the young woman was used as a lesson and prank was laughing. So Carth found it good to talk to her later on before they reached Dantooine.

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Back in the male dormitory Dickson and Mission were admiring her new Black Knights Assassin Armor. It was a black body suite with a sheet of powerful yet flexible medal wrapped inside the fabric for protection, and an X in lighter black on the front. It also had several pouches all over it to hold anything she picks up or needs, a place for a blade on her thigh, two gun holsters on her hip, as well as a hood large enough to hide her anonymity.

"Now, I have told you about your Force Sensitivity and I have a friend here that will agree to teach you what you need to know. Under no circumstances are you to allow any Jedi or Sith try to teach you anything about their organizations. They will try to warp your mind to serve their personal ambitions. I have dealt with both sides and know, especially after the last stunts by both sides it would not be in your best interest," Dickson told his youngest apprentice.

"I won't let them get to me too," Mission told Dickson sincerely as she began packing her pockets knowing they were only about an hour from Dantooine.

"There is too much at stake to let the Jedi dictate this mission," Dickson told her as he put down some personal items in a corner.

When Mission noticed one of the items Dickson had teleported in she had to ask about it. "Hey what is that? It looks like an instrument," she asked him curiously.

"Yea, it's called a guitar. I learned to play during my self imposed exile after I lost my wife and son during the Psychotic Rebellion. It was a traumatic time for me. But I chose my life, I chose to protect others, I chose the path that lead to their death. It was hard but I lived," Mission was looking at her mentor like he had two heads while telling her what he went through but he just continued anyway.

"This is not an easy life. The Jedi would say it is best to prevent that type of problem, the Dark Side is to avoid love. Well without my wife I wouldn't have toppled an empire threatening to destroy all of reality. She gave me the will to fight. Nine months later I found I was going to be a dad again and that once more gave me the will to fight. Passion leads to the Dark Side. You can have love without passion just as you can have passion without love. Without love you have nothing to fight for, whether it be a loved one, a love for life, a love for love itself. There is no reason to fight, no reason to live without love. Being a Black Knight is not only about war, you will learn it is about life. Both protecting it and living it. Any questions?" Dickson told his young apprentice as he got a few more things together.

"Do you ever regret it?" Mission asked almost too quietly.

"No, can't say I did. She was my first trained, the first given the power. She was the Black Minotaur Knight. She was my second in command, a warrior in my most elite team. Maybe one day I will show you what a Black Knight Warrior is," Dickson told the young woman in behind him.

"Were you a Black Knight?" Mission asked hugging herself.

"I was their leader. The Black Olympus Knight. I was arrogant, reckless, and it cost my team their lives. There are calculated sacrifices that are needed to win wars, that final battle was a reckless move by an arrogant man that didn't do all his research on the situation. My team paid for my mistake. That is why I work so hard to humble Bastila…" That last statement caught Missions attention at a peak.

"…she is a perfect example of what I was. Thinking your better because of your status and ability. It causes loss and death. Master Vrook's Padawans are notorious for falling and the council covers it up constantly. We have to keep Bastila grounded because the Light Side and the Dark Side neither one have all the answers she seeks. We need to keep her humble, without letting her turn to the Order for help at every turn. If she becomes anymore their pawn than she already is it could devastate the galaxy. She is destined to fall, however she is also destined to be redeemed. She will one day head a rebuilt council, one that ushers in an era of great peace, wisdom, and awareness. No one will ever have all the answers. However there was once a Jedi who came close to many of those answers. She studied the Force as a whole. Vrook was a huge factor in her fall," Dickson told Mission before picking up the guitar and putting it on his lap as he sat on the bed facing the young Twi'lek.

"What are you doing?" Mission asked confused at her mentor's sudden change in temperament.

"Loving life," Dickson told her as he finished tuning the guitar and motioned for her to sit on the bed across from him. After Mission sat down Dickson began strumming on the strings playing a song.

"Someone told me long ago, there's a calm before the storm…" Dickson sang never knowing Bastila and Carth were standing outside the open door listening to the conversation and the song that started afterward.

Note: Oh boy, Hyperspace Chapter One. The song Dickson was singing was "Have You Ever Seen The Rain" by Creedence Clearwater Revival. This chapter was supposed to shed light on things. I hope you like that Dickson is constantly teaching. Between Canderous always wanting blood, Bastila whining, Carth pouting, Zaalbar being stoic, Trask fawning over Qinn'Tarra, Qinn'Tarra leading, and Mission being a curious teen girl (She will be, trust me) as Kreia once said "We will need… and a teacher". So I hope this all works for you.