Kyra had just stepped off the Phantom onto the familiar tarmac landing strip of Hawk Haven when pain slammed into her, a red-hot wave of agony that made her gasp in pain.
"Kyra! What's the matter!" Wraith shrieked, his bondmate's pain resonating back to him.
The Windwalker could not answer for a moment, she was too overwhelmed by the sudden agony. At last she managed to say, "I don't know . . .all of a sudden it was like I was shot or something!" She felt instinctively for the strands of the Force that connected her to Qui-Gon. But he was not in pain. That left only . . . "Mother! Something's happened to her!"
Just then she heard the alarms begin to ring, signaling an intruder had entered Hawk Haven. "Damn! The traitor must have made his move." She called, using her power to fly into the air.
"Kyra! What's happening?" called Taryn from below her.
"Trouble. Just stay by the ship and don't move. That's an order."
"But . . ."
"Just do it!" she yelled. Then she and Wraith were gone, flying into the command center, following the slender dwindling thread that was Commander Ilaren's life force.
Qui-Gon had just reached the med-center and had laid Ilaren down on a diagnostic bed when Kyra burst into the room.
"Father! Is she . . ."
"She's very weak, lost a lot of blood." The Jedi Master began. "I don't know . . ."
Kyra reached out, took her mother's hand in her own. A life saved to balance those taken. Then she said, "Those alarms . . .they're for the traitor aren't they? Go after him. I'll heal Mother." She began to fall into the Force meditative trance. Will, visualization and empathy. Master Andrilas's instructions echoed in her head. Ilaren had wounds in her right shoulder and left knee. In order to heal them she must first visualize them the way they were before.
"Kyra, are you sure . . .?"
"She is already into her healing trance," Wraith informed him. "Come, Jedi Master. Let us hunt the serpent to the earth!"
The vorcel hawk sprang into the air, shrilling a battle cry. Qui-Gon followed him.
* * * * * *
Taryn scowled at the Windwalker as she flew off, thinking, Why is it whenever something happens the first words out of everyone's mouth to me is Don't move and stay put? Do they think I'm some kind of helpless child? Does she forget what I helped her do back on Fenwort 7?
Muttering something about adults and their crazy ideas, the boy returned to the ship and removed his bike from the storage bay. He had just powered down the controls when a commotion at the front of the landing strip made him glance up.
A man dressed in a Starhawk uniform burst from the side door, running as if all the hounds of hell were after him. Hard on his heels were two more Starhawks and Qui-Gon Jinn. Wraith soared overhead.
"Stop! Filthy traitor!" one of the pursuing Starhawks yelled.
"Don't let him get to a ship!" shouted the other.
The traitor, a tall blond haired man with wild eyes, did not even try to get into a ship. Instead he made for the row of speeders and swoops on the left side of the hangar. He leaped on one of them, started the engine and kicked off just as the others arrived.
"Shit!" a Starhawk snarled, firing his gun at the man. "He's getting away!"
The man on the speeder accelerated, soaring up and away.
Wraith shrieked a challenge and followed, but even a vorcel hawk was no match for a speeder.
"Taryn!" Qui-Gon called, spotting the boy. "Give me the swoop."
The boy hesitated for a split second. Then he gunned the engines and pushed the throttle. "Don't worry, Uncle Qui-Gon! I'll get him for you," he cried.
"No! Damn it, boy, come back here!"
But Taryn was already pursuing the fleeing Starhawk captain.
Qui-Gon could do nothing but watch, his heart in his throat, as the red and black swoop chased the blue speeder across the sky.
Androvak glanced back once at his pursuers before he fled across the landing strip. He knew he should have gone for a small shuttle, but there had been no time and his speeder was the closest thing to hand. He hoped he had killed the bitch commander. His cover was blown, all his careful planning shot to hell. He was unable to comprehend how his brilliant plan had gone so wrong. He knew the leaders of the Alliance would not be pleased by this night's work.
But he would worry about that later. For now he had to get away from Hawk Haven. He cast a glance behind him, hearing the familiar roar of a swoop come to life. To his shock he saw not another Starhawk or the Jedi chasing him but . . .a kid with a blaster in one fist and a pair of red racing goggles.
Androvak laughed. What the hell is this? Some kind of joke? I could lose this kid in my sleep.
He banked sharply, cutting around the corner of the administration building. Here he had all the advantage, for he knew the territory better than the rider of the swoop.
Taryn increased his speed, trying to catch the blue speeder. Suddenly Wraith landed on his shoulder. "Turn now, youngling!" the hawk ordered, just as the blue speeder made a hairpin curve around the corner of the building.
If not for Wraith's warning, Taryn would have missed the turn and at the speed he was going, might have crashed right into the side of the building trying to alter his trajectory. But the boy guided the swoop deftly about the corner, avoiding the building by inches.
"Nice flying, boy!" Wraith shrieked encouragement in his head. "But can you catch him?"
"This is a racer." Taryn said, punching the throttle. "It can dust that bucket of bolts any day of the week. And so can I."
The red and black swoop responded like the well-bred machine she was, accelerating to nearly one-hundred and twenty klicks in about two point four seconds. Taryn yelled in delight, seeing the gap between him and the speeder rapidly disappearing.
The man on the speeder glanced back once, a wicked gleam in his eye. Then he fired his blaster.
"Down!" the hawk shrieked, just before the bolt came at them.
Taryn hit the steering shaft, making the bike dive. The blaster bolt sizzled by, missing them by inches.
"Flipping asshole!" the boy cried, pulling back on the stick, making the bike rise up into the air. In moments he was back on the speeder's tail.
The former Starhawk, upon seeing his pursuer was not giving up, set a course that he felt certain would teach the kid a thing or two about meddling in the affairs of his elders. Androvak took his speeder down low, using his knowledge of Hawk Haven to guide his way between the buildings and around the zigzag corners of the marketplace.
Taryn followed doggedly, the swoop navigating the tight spaces easily, his hands moving smoothly on the controls, steadying the bike around the turns without missing a beat.
Below on the ground, Qui-Gon watched the deadly race, his mouth dry with fear. Be careful, Taryn. He's tricky. But despite his fear for the boy's safety, he had to admit the youngster could fly. Like a daredevil ace. The Jedi gasped sharply as the boy took the swoop around a corner so sharp it was a miracle he didn't tap the corner of it. Then they were clear, accelerating straight up. Get him, Taryn! He thought one moment. And the next, Just wait till I get my hands on you, you crazy fool! As the boy squeezed the swoop through an opening the size of a needle's eye.
* * * * * * *
Kyranon Jinn worked frantically to keep her mother's fading life force in her body. She had visualized all the bones and muscles in their proper places, feeling the pain as if it were her own, empathizing with her patient. Now all that remained was for her to gather her will and use the Force to complete the healing.
But her connection to the Force was growing weak. She had spent much of her power back on Fenwort 7, destroying the Blood Serpent's base and fighting the soldiers. She had not expected to need her powers so soon, and the strain of focusing them in her current state of exhaustion was almost too much.
You have to do this! Or Mom will die! You're the only one who can.
She drew the Force to her, not the pulsing destructive side but the gentle life-giving side. But it was so hard to focus! The energy kept slipping through her fingers like water through a sieve. She could not seem to grasp it no matter how hard she tried.
Nearly sobbing with frustration, she forced herself to be calm. Of course she couldn't touch the Light side of the Force. It responded only when the one summoning it was calm, not full of desperation and fear. She deliberately slowed her breathing, entering the meditative state so crucial to a user of the Light side.
She blocked out all fear, all desperation. They did not exist. She was calm, at peace. There was only the Light. And her need to heal her mother. She opened her hands. And the Force flowed through them.
Green energy, the color of life, poured through her fingers and into the stricken body of Commander Ilaren. Kyra focused her will, visualizing the shattered knee whole and complete, down to the last tendon and muscle. The Force responded, mending the torn tissue, restoring the blood, driving out infection. She did the same for the shoulder, closing the gaping wound in mere moments. Lastly, she brought the Commander out of the shock she had entered, giving her enough energy to fall into a deep and healing sleep instead.
Her task complete, the Windwalker released her hold on the Force.
Then she slumped to the floor beside the sleeping Ilaren, all of her strength gone. Her mother was safe. Only then did she let exhaustion claim her.
* * * * * *
Taryn brought the swoop around on the leading edge, pushing the bike past the red line. He was almost on top of the blue speeder when Androvak aimed his blaster again, firing rapidly, forcing the boy to dive and roll sharply. "Look out!" Wraith screamed as they narrowly avoided a balcony, the wind from their passing causing the glass panes in the window to rattle sharply.
Taryn's eyes narrowed. "That's it, I've had all I can take of this stupid slick!" He drew his blaster and fired back, clipping the edge of Androvak's seat.
The speeder jumped wildly as the shot rocked it, and Androvak cursed furiously, sending the craft zooming up and around yet another pole. He led the stubborn boy around all the poles that were set up for the races the cadets held on the weekends, the course designed to test the skill, speed, and maneuverability of both racer and driver to the max.
Taryn grinned, the wind screaming in his ears and zigzagged about the white poles, turning and looping like a bolt of lightning. "Hey, Wraith!" he yelled as he brought the bike underneath a curving archway, just missing caching his head on the bottom of the structure. "Did you see that? I just did a slingshot into a one-eighty!"
"No, you just did something resembling a suicide run!" the hawk shrilled, digging into the back of Taryn's seat so hard he punctured the leather with his talons.
"Relax, hawk! I know what I'm doing. I'm a pro."
"You're crazy! Watch that next loop. Bring it up nice and easy. That's it. Now straighten out, before you stall. Good! You're a natural flier, boy. Pity you weren't born a hawk."
"Don't I wish!" the boy cried. The blue speeder zipped through another curving archway. "Hang on! This one's tricky."
His hands pulling back on the throttle ever so slightly, Taryn brought the swoop looping up and upside down, flying around the corkscrew curves of the archway. Using barely perceptible shifts on the handles, he guided the swoop around and under, upside down and forward, all at a speed that made his hair stand on end.
Qui-Gon, who was following the chase with his binoculars, buried his face in his hands, certain the reckless boy had gotten himself killed with that last maneuver.
They blasted out of the archway, Taryn howling in delight and Wraith screeching in alarm and pride. "Now that's what I call flying!"
"Save the congratulations for later, young one! He's still ahead of us by five lengths!" the hawk reminded him.
The Jedi Master felt his heart start to beat again as he caught sight of the red and black swoop, still intact and gaining on the speeder.
"Not for long! He's getting desperate, I can tell. Look how his speeder's trembling. He thought he'd lose me long before now."
Which was true. Androvak had been certain that last run would shake off the kid once and for all. The Devil's Snare was the toughest course in Hawk Haven. Even Androvak, who was counted an excellent pilot, had only done that run twice. This time was his second. For a novice kid to have come through that without a scratch was mind boggling. How the hell did he do it? Even with the hawk, it's damn near impossible to make that run cold.
But incredibly the kid had done it. He was one of the best instinctual pilots Androvak had ever seen. Either that or he had the gods own luck. Or both.
He gunned the speeder, trying to put some distance between them. It was like trying to lose a flea on a dog, he just clung to Androvak's tail. Worse still, the speeder was running out of fuel, as it was not made for these high-speed, long-distance sort of chases.
The swoop had no such problem, as it had been designed for just such a thing, and it burned three-quarters less the fuel the speeder did. Taryn skipped blaster bolts off the speeder's hull, guided by Wraith's prompting.
"Damn and blast!" the boy swore. "I missed again."
"Steady on the trigger, boy." Wraith trilled. "You're pulling back too quick. Aim before you fire."
"I'm trying!"
Now the blue speeder was diving toward the ground, trying to squeeze between two transports standing on the ground. He's really desperate now. Taryn thought. Then he had an idea. Instead of following the speeder, perhaps he could cut around in front of it.
With a smirk, the boy accelerated into the red line again, sending the swoop on a slanting downward spiral that would put them ahead of the speeder by several yards.
"What are you doing?" Wraith cried.
"You'll see!" Taryn yelled, pulling back hard on the throttle and bringing the swoop around on its side in a figure eight turn, ending the maneuver facing the blue speeder's nose, which was just beginning to emerge from between the transports.
"Now, Taryn!" the vorcel hawk shrieked. "Fire at will!"
The boy brought the blaster up, then he aimed and fired.
The bolt flew true, striking the speeder just below the control console, shorting out the guidance systems. Androvak was unable to control the bike, the steering was damaged by the blast. The speeder went into a spin, crashing into the ground where it bounced for a few yards then exploded into a ball of flame.
"A fitting death for one such as you!" Wraith shrieked, the hawk's cry of triumph. "Well done indeed, young one! You honor your House, Taryn Jinn."
Taryn lifted his fist into the air and gave a victory yell. Then he took the swoop up into the air once again, flying gently around the obstacle course and through the deserted marketplace until he had reached the hangar. He was greeted by the two Starhawks who had been originally chasing the criminal. "Your traitor's back there," Taryn told them, jerking a thumb back toward the flaming wreckage of the speeder. "I don't think there's much left of him."
"Thanks, kid. We owe you one." One of them called, hopping into a truck and saying, "C'mon, Melrin, let's go check it out. By the way, you fly like the wind god himself, kid! A real lightning runner." Which was the highest compliment a racer could be paid. Then the two were gone, heading down to investigate the crash.
Taryn waved once, then settled the swoop to the ground, removing the key and tucking it in his pocket. Wraith flew from his perch on the back of the seat. "I must see to my bondmate," he called and then he was gone.
Taryn hopped down off the swoop, preparing to follow the hawk when he caught sight of Qui-Gon bearing down on him like the angel of wrath. For one second he considered bolting like a hare, but then his chin came up defiantly and he remained where he was. He had faced Snakes and crazed Starhawks, he could face the Jedi Master. Even one as angry as Qui-Gon was.
Qui-Gon slowed, making certain the boy was safe and unharmed before he allowed his control to evaporate.
"TARYN JINN, ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR BLASTED MIND! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED I'VE BEEN? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? SNEAKING ABOARD THE PHANTOM LIKE THAT! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED. NOT TO MENTION THAT INSANE RACE YOU JUST COMPLETED! I NEARLY HAD HEART FAILURE, YOU RECKLESS IRRSPONSIBLE BRAT! WHEN WILL YOU LEARN TO DO WHAT YOU'RE TOLD?"
It was a moment before Taryn registered that not only was Qui-Gon scolding him, he was screaming at him as well. He had finally cracked the Jedi Master's disciplined control.
Swallowing sharply, the boy said, "Uh, I can explain, really I can. You see—"
"Never mind the excuses, young man. I'm not in the mood to listen to them," his uncle snapped. "This time you've gone too far. For once in your life I'm going to give you exactly what you deserve, you rebellious sneak."
Then Qui-Gon caught the boy by the arm and spun him around, giving him a sharp swat on the backside. "That's for breaking your word to me." He gave the boy a total of nine smacks in all. To his surprise, Taryn made no attempt to protest the punishment. He remained silent, sniffling only a little.
At last Qui-Gon drew back, regaining control over his temper. "Don't ever make me do that again."
"No, sir." Taryn said, blinking back tears. "Damn, but that hurts. But I did deserve it."
Qui-Gon was speechless. At last he said, "Did I hear you right? Because for a minute there I thought I heard you actually take responsibility for your actions."
"You did. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry. But I wanted to have one last adventure before I went back to school. I guess I didn't think about what I was doing."
"I'll say you didn't. When I found you gone, I almost went out of my mind, do you know that? I looked all over the city for you. And when I couldn't find you, I thought you'd been kidnapped or worse. You scared me half to death."
"I didn't think you'd care if I was gone." The boy muttered, looking down at the ground. "No one else ever has."
"Of course I care." Qui-Gon knelt down so he was on the same level as the boy. "You're my family. I love you like you were my own son, Taryn." Then he caught the astonished boy in a hug. "Even if you are a disobedient brat sometimes."
"Then you forgive me?"
"Always. But if you ever scare me like that again, young man, I'll strangle you." The Jedi Master sighed. "By all rights I ought to take that swoop from you. And lock you in your room until you're fifteen. But I won't."
"How come?"
"Because even rebellious brats like you deserve a second chance. I trust you've had your fill of adventure for some time."
"Actually, I was planning to hop a ride to Antares next week. I hear there are some riots there." The boy said impudently. Qui-Gon glared at him. "Just kidding. This adventure was enough for one summer."
"One summer!" his uncle exclaimed in dismay. "If you think I'm going to go through this for the next ten years, Taryn Jinn . . ."
"Only four, Uncle Qui-Gon." His nephew grinned. "Because when I'm fourteen I'm going to join the Starhawks and become an officer."
"You're going to what? But you can't even follow a single order of mine. If they'll even take you."
"Oh, they'll take me all right. After all, I just caught their traitor. Not to mention the fact that I retrieved the information the Commander needed from the Alliance databanks." He showed Qui-Gon the disk. "And Captain Draco says I'm definitely officer candidate material."
"He does?" Qui-Gon said, raising an eyebrow. "Well, I'd have to say . . .he was absolutely right. I'm proud of you, Taryn. You honor your House and your Name."
Taryn stared at him, his eyes wide. At last he stammered, "Do you really mean that?"
"On my honor as a Jedi Master."
The boy flung his arms about Qui-Gon's waist and whispered, "Thank you, Uncle Qui-Gon."
"You're welcome." He hugged the boy back. "Just promise me one thing. Next time you decide to run away, warn me beforehand. So I can die and get it over with."
Taryn grinned up at him. "I'll try. I'd promise you I'd be good, but I know better than to make promises I can't keep."
"Smart boy. Come on. I need to check on Ilaren and Kyra. And then you can tell me about your adventure."
"All right."
Together, the boy and his uncle walked toward the administration building. And for the first time in his life Taryn Jinn was truly happy. For at last he had found a place where he belonged and people who loved him in spite of his faults. He was no longer the irredeemable brat. Now he was a Starhawk, or he would be one day.
* * * * * *
Kyra awoke to her mother's hand on her forehead. For one moment she was unsure of where she was, what had happened to her. Then she remembered. "Mother!" she exclaimed, sitting up in the bed. "You're awake."
"And have been for two days now." Ilaren said, hugging her daughter. "For which I have you to thank, or so your father tells me."
"That's right. I healed you. And then I passed out."
"For three days. I didn't know this Force stuff was so draining on you." The Commander remarked.
"Only when you use it like I've been doing. To summon hurricanes and tornadoes to wreck ships and hangars and kill Alliance soldiers." Kyra said, her blue eyes suddenly filled with regret. "And heal nearly dead Starhawks. But it was worth it. Except the killing part."
"I know. I hate to kill too. But I do it when I have to. Like any Starhawk."
"Did Taryn give you the information about the invasion fleet?"
Ilaren nodded. "Yes. He helped me catch the traitor too. In one of the most incredible and terrifying swoop races Qui-Gon ever saw. We owe him a great debt."
"I know. Captain Draco says you should make him a Starhawk when he's old enough."
"Does he want that?"
"I think so."
"Hmmm. Draco's recommendations are usually reliable. And if he really wants to . . .I'll sponsor him myself."
Kyra blinked. "Why don't you make him your heir? It's your call, you can choose your own successor. Or not."
"Make that insolent brat my heir?" Ilaren cried. "I guess I could do worse. And he does fly like an ace."
"And shoot as good as Mikhail Sharpeyes," Kyra said, referring to the legendary Starhawk sharpshooter, who could hit an apple seed off a pine tree at two hundred paces and not miss a shot.
"I'll consider it. But I might not have to."
"What do you mean? I can't be your blade-heir, I'm a Windwalker. And unless I have another sibling you never told me about, the only other choice is Taryn."
"You don't have another sibling, not yet." Ilaren told her with a smile. "But maybe someday you will."
"Then you and Father have got back together?"
"We have."
"Yes!" Kyra shouted. Then she hugged her mother. "And you did it without help. I thought for sure that Father was going to need all the help he could get, since look what went wrong last time." She explained at her mother's puzzled glance.
Ilaren began to laugh. "No, little hawk, your father did quite well in that department. He hasn't forgotten anything that I can see, especially not when it comes to romance. Trust me on that."
Kyra grinned. "If you say so, Mom."
"Well, I'll let you get some rest." Ilaren rose. "There's still a few more cockroaches in the pantry that I need to stomp on. But between myself and the Jedi, I'm sure we can get them all."
"You mean there were more than just Androvak?"
Ilaren nodded. "But we'll find them."
"Have fun." She called after the Commander.
Then she settled back on her pillows, though she was not tired enough to sleep. Wraith was perched beside her, his head tucked under a wing, sleeping. She reached out to stroke the vorcel hawk's feathers.
"Oh, good. You're awake. The last two times I came here to see you, you were out cold," said a familiar voice.
Kyra looked up. "Hi, Scimitar."
Will Draco smiled and seated himself on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?"
"Better, I think. I'll be fine by tonight."
"Good because there's an award ceremony being held in your honor. Well, actually for you, me, and Taryn. For our mission on Fenwort 7. Looks like I missed out on the rest of the action though. You saving the Commander, Taryn nailing that bastard Androvak. It figures you get to have all the fun." He teased gently.
"Why? Where were you?"
For a long moment he remained silent. Then he said, "Would you believe I put the wrong coordinates into my nav computer? I hit a wrong number by mistake and I ended up about twelve light years away, in the back end of beyond." He admitted sheepishly.
"Are you telling me . . .you got lost?" Her shoulders began to shake uncontrollably as she began to laugh. "Gods in a circle! The mighty Scimitar, hero of Bantran Point, who can find his way through an asteroid field blindfolded . . .gets himself lost on his way home to Hawk Haven!" She laughed so hard she nearly cried. "That's the funniest thing I've ever heard!"
"Well, I'm glad you think so." Draco scowled. "I didn't think it was so damn amusing."
She managed to stop laughing. "Oh, don't be such a grouch. If it had been anyone else, you'd have laughed your ass off, and you know it, Will."
"I guess you're right," he said, and grinned at her, unable to remain angry with her. "I did feel pretty stupid though."
"Join the club. Like the rest of us mortals." Kyra said with a wicked grin.
"Anyone ever tell you that you have a smart mouth?"
"As if you can talk, Draco. You've the smartest mouth on the planet."
"I know. It's part of my charm," he said, then he bent his head and kissed her.
For one moment, Kyra was startled, but then she kissed him back.
"That's for saving my life," he said. "Uh, don't tell your mother I just did that. She'd kick my ass."
"No she wouldn't. Because I wouldn't let her."
"Good. Then as soon as you're well, would you like to go out and have dinner with me?"
"I thought you'd never ask." Kyra answered.
"I wasn't sure if I would like the answer. And after you went away . . .I didn't think I would ever see you again."
"And now?"
"Now I think I should take each day as it comes and worry about tomorrow later. What do you think, Kyra?"
"I think you're a smartass, Scimitar. But I love you anyway." Then she kissed him back.
* * * * * *
That night they were awarded the Medal of Valor, the highest honor a Starhawk could ever receive, a gleaming gold four-pointed star with a silver hawk holding a sword in its talons etched in it. That moment was Taryn Jinn's crowning glory.
Although, as he told Qui-Gon a day later, it did not mark the end of the adventure. For there was still the Blood Serpent Alliance fleet to settle with.
Qui-Gon gave him a measuring look, from around the stack of books in his arms, which he carried into the boy's room and set on the desk. "Don't even think about it."
"Come on. I'm an honorary Starhawk now, you heard what the Commander said." Taryn protested.
"Honorary Starhawk or not, you have schoolwork to do." The Jedi reminded him, indicating the stack of books on the desk.
"All that? I'll be stuck in here until next year trying to do all that."
"I know." The other said with a sly grin. "That's the idea."
"You're as sneaky as a card shark with an ace up his sleeve."
"I have to be, just to keep up with you."
"Look, I'll make you a deal. If I finish all this before you deal with the invasion fleet, I can go with you."
"Taryn! I thought we agreed, no more deals."
"I thought it was worth a try."
"You're impossible."
"Well, someone in this family has to be."
"Just be quiet and do your homework."
"Is that an order?"
"Yes."
"Then I guess I'd better do what I'm told," he said, for one of the first rules a Starhawk cadet learned was discipline and obeying your commanding officer. And Taryn was going to be one of the best Starhawks ever. For himself and his family.
Qui-Gon hid a smile and turned to walk out of the room. The shimmering Medal of Valor hung on the wall caught his eye, reminding him that there was more to this dark-haired imp than met the eye. It's too bad you never realized that, my brother. Someday he'll be a true Starhawk officer. Assuming he makes it through adolescence, that is. The Jedi Master bit back a sigh. Then he recalled the old saying that the gods don't give you more than you can handle. And he wondered who they thought he was, a hero out of legend? Either that or they have a terrible sense of humor.
How did you like the ending? Was Qui-Gon's treatment of Taryn fair? Okay, people, let me know if you want to see a sequel with more of Kyra, Taryn, Will, Qui-Gon, Ilaren, and Obi-Wan. Oh and Wraith too! And you can leave a review too . . .don't be shy!