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Enter Jag, at the Imperial Remnant.

Jag. Please, Yavin, if you're my father, tell me. I want to be an archer like you.

Enter the ghost of Farfalla.

Ghost. No, you don't.

Jag turns.

Tahiri Veila sent me to check on you. Good thing, too. Look at the state of this armor. As for archers, they're wimps. Back in my day, archery was a job for barbarians. A good Imperial soldier should be in the fray, gutting his enemy with static pike and lightsaber like a civilized being. That's how we did it in the Pius Dea Crusades. Man up, boy.

Jag. [sighs] I thought you were in Jonash's army.

Ghost. I was.

Jag. Farfalla. Jonash e Solo was centuries after the Pius Dea Crusades. You couldn't have been alive that long.

Ghost. Questioning my honor?

Farfalla activates his yellow-bladed lightsaber.

Take that.

Due to his being dead, the strike has no effect on Jag.

Jag. Ouch.

Farfalla deactivates his lightsaber.

Ghost. Perhaps you'll think twice about doubting your elders next time. Now . . . it was your sixteenth naming day recently, wasn't it?

Jag nods.

So that's why you're such a grumpy gladiator. Understandable. The sixteenth naming day is your day of manhood. Your godly parent should have claimed you, no doubt about it, even if with only a small omen. Perhaps he thought you were younger. You look younger, you know, with that pudgy baby face.

Jag. Thanks for reminding me.

Ghost. Yes, I remember my sixteenth. Wonderful omen. A nuna in my undergarments.

Jag. Excuse me?

Ghost. That's right. I was at the river changing my clothes for my hrrtayyk ceremony . . . rite of passage into manhood, you know. We did things properly back then. I'd taken off my childhood uniform and was washing up to don the adult one. Suddenly, a Naboo nuna ran out of nowhere, dove into my loincloth, and ran off with it. I wasn't wearing it at the time.

Jag. That's good. And can I just say: Too much information?

Ghost. Hmm. That was the sign I was descended from Pomojema, the god of health. I took my cognomen Valenthyne because it meant undergarment, to remind me of the blessed day when a nuna stole my uniform. I became a medic in the fleet, and the rest is history. Don't give up, boy. Maybe your father is running late. Most omens are not as dramatic as a nuna, of course. I knew a fellow once who got a piranha-beetle . . .

Jag. Thanks, Farfalla. But I have to finish polishing this armor . . .

Farfalla notices the vials in Jag's hands: the Art of the Small. One vial contains Vergere's tears, the other amphistaff venom. Each were created through the use of Dathomirian blood.

Ghost. And the Dathomirian's blood?

Jag freezes.

Come now. I'm a healer. I know the legends about Dathomirian blood. Show me the vials.

Jag shows Farfalla the Art of the Small.

Yes. Blood taken from the right side of a Dathomirian's body can cure any disease, even bring the dead back to life. The goddess Taselda once gave a vial of it to my divine ancestor Pomojema. But blood taken from the left side of a Dathomirian: instantly fatal. So, which is which?

Jag. I don't know. They're identical.

Ghost. [laughs] But you're hoping the right vial could solve your problem with the burned stick, eh? Maybe break your curse?

Jag stares at Farfalla.

Oh, don't worry, boy. [laughs] I won't tell anyone. I'm a Force spirit, a protector of the 181st. I wouldn't do anything to endanger you.

Jag. You stabbed me through the chest with your lightsaber.

Ghost. Trust me, boy. I have sympathy for you, carrying the curse of that Revanchist.

Jag. The . . . what?

Ghost. Don't be modest. You've got ancient roots, Jedi as well as Imperial. It's no wonder Lumiya . . . But I've said enough. At any rate, I'll let you work out who gets the Dathomirian blood. I suppose that newcomer Luke could use it, too, with his memory problem.

Jag. Yeah. Of course. He should have it.

Ghost. Ah, but if you want my advice. . . . You should both wait on that Dathomirian blood. If my sources are right, you're going to need it on your quest.

Jag. Quest?

Enter Tenel Ka, with her vornskrs.

Exit Farfalla.

Tenel Ka. Jag. That is enough with the armor. Go find Tahiri. Get Luke Skywalker down here. He has been up there too long. I don't want Thrackan . . . Just get Luke down here.

Exit Tenel Ka.

Jag departs from the armory to retrieve Luke.

Exit all.