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Jace was drifting in blackness. He heard Bastila speaking and shouting. Her voice was garbled, distant, as if he were underwater. He saw lights in the distance. He began moving toward Bastila's voice, first floating, then walking as he got his bearings. The lights became visible as lightsaber blades-one yellow and two red. Jace broke into a run, and saw Bastila in the distance fighting two Sith. He passed through an archway and recognized the ruin on Dantooine. He skidded to a halt. Bastila was fighting Revan and Malak. Revan was as he had always been in the visions, cloaked and masked with a single red lightsaber. Darth Malak was different-he had a metal band across the lower half of his face, concealing his mouth and chin. Jace had never before realized just how big Malak was-nearly as tall as HK. He too wielded a standard red saber. Bastila was caught between them, unable to do anything but block the strikes as they came at her.

"Get back!" she cried, "Revan, you're gone, I made sure! How are you back, what did I do wrong?" Something was off about Bastila, too… Jace realized she was using a single blade, as she had in her memory aboard Revan's cruiser. Now Malak went on the attack, feinting and lunging expertly. Bastila parried desperately. "I can stop you, Malak! I will!"

Jace nodded to himself. Bastila was battling her fears, and she needed help. He ignited his saber and joined the fight. Jace ran at the phantom Revan and slashed vertically. The glowing green blade passed through Revan without effect. Jace dodged Revan's counterattack as he tried to think. Bastila stepped in to protect him from Revan's strikes, and she was able to get in a riposte. Her saber tagged Revan in the shoulder, and he staggered back.

Revan's dead-I know that, but in this dream, Bastila doesn't. She is still fighting him, I'm not. Malak slashed at Bastila's back, and Jace knocked the blade aside. He swept a kick at Malak's side, and the tall Sith grunted in pain. Okay-so it's like that. "Revan's your fight, Bastila," Jace called. "I'll deal with Malak." She nodded grimly and went after Revan. The two of them met in a clash of saber blades. Revan backpedaled and shifted to a defensive stance.

Bastila strode forward confidently. "I defeated you! You're already beaten!" The phantom Revan exploded into black vapor and disappeared. Bastila turned and came up alongside Jace, facing Malak. Her lightsaber changed; it grew longer and the second blade ignited. They spread wide. Malak angled his saber and struck at Bastila. She blocked and counterstruck. Malak was knocked off balance. Jace moved in for the kill; Malak jumped over him, landing in position to slash at his back. Bastila intercepted the strike and kicked Malak in the knee. He tumbled to the ground but kick-flipped to his feet to attack Bastila. She jumped out of the way and Malak stepped in to follow up. His swing was powerful and Bastila was knocked further back. Jace blasted Malak with a Force push. It wasn't enough to knock him down, but Malak shifted back to Jace, who swung overhand. Malak sidestepped rather than blocking, and Jace was overextended forward. Malak slashed at Jace's exposed shoulder. He was able to block, but was sent spinning to the ground. Malak strode forward to finish him off and Bastila stepped between them. She blocked Malak's strike, but the Sith Lord spun and kicked Bastila in the ribs with a powerful roundhouse. She crumpled around Malak's leg. Jace was still down; he kicked at Malak's other leg, and the big Sith crashed to the floor. Bastila slumped, winded.

Jace and Malak got to their feet and into stances. Malak took the offensive and slashed down at Jace. Now it was Jace who sidestepped, and swung overhand again. Malak caught Jace's blade, saber held horizontally, and Jace struck. He pivoted his entire saber around Malak's block, raising the other end of his saber to cut Malak in half. Malak also dissolved into smoke, and white light shone from all directions. Jace was sitting on the bed again, and Bastila was opening her eyes. She looked weakly up at Jace. "Jace, I…" She got up off the bed and dashed outside. Jolee looked at Jace and jerked his head in the direction of the door. Jace took his cue and followed Bastila.

Bastila leaned against a fallen log, quickly running through a calming exercise. She knew Revan would be coming to talk; she just wanted a moment to frame her words. Behind her, Revan stepped through the door, concern on his face. "Talk to me, Bastila."

She couldn't meet his eyes. "I think we need to return to Dantooine."

Revan blinked, surprised. "Why? We've done so well. Do you need treatment for the horror attack?"

Bastila shook her head. "Part of my purpose on this mission was to guide you in the way of the light; to help protect you against the dark side. But I fear I've failed in that task." You just saved me, not the other way around. "I don't think I'm the proper Jedi to guide you. I am no Master. I should have remained with the Council."

"No, I disagree!" said Revan, shaking his head.

Bastila smiled wanly. "Perhaps you are not being truly objective, then. There is no need to spare my feelings on this point. The fact of the matter is that I have never possessed much skill at controlling myself. With the bond that joins us, it seems I have even less." She looked up at him. "You have withstood terrible darkness, but it has been in spite of my influence, not because of it. It is increasingly obvious I am becoming a liability. I think… I think I may have made a very big mistake. I simply hope that you are not the one who pays the price, ultimately, for the fact that I can't help you enough."

Revan's eyes softened. "Maybe we could help each other?"

Bastila swayed, relieved. "That's a kinder response than I deserve. And I can see there is wisdom in your words." She sighed. "You… you continue to be there for me, don't you? Even after I keep pushing you away, you're still around when I need you most. You're like no man I've known before. And you're nothing like what I expected you to be after… after the Council sent us on this mission together." Almost slipped up there, must be more careful.

Revan smiled gently. "What you don't understand is why I could resist the terentatek. It blasted me with horror too, but what I fear most is letting you down."

Jace was afraid that he'd gone too far; Bastila was still fragile from being afflicted with horror. But she just smiled warmly. "Jace, that means a lot to me. Thank you."

He looked thoughtful for a moment. "There is one thing I saw in that nightmare that I must ask you about."

Bastila looked worried, but nodded. "By all means, go ahead."

Jace grinned crookedly. "Is Darth Malak that big in real life, or was he distorted by the nightmare?"

"That wasn't the nightmare," said Bastila. "I met Malak, once, when I was much younger. He stands over two meters tall and he must weigh at least 125 kilograms."

Jace nodded. "Uh-huh. And he's the best lightsaber duelist in recent memory. You might have told me that earlier; I'd have paid more attention to Vrook." Bastila's jaw dropped, but Jace grinned. "Just kidding. If we get to the Star Forge, you and I can handle Malak." He took her hand. "We take care of each other and this mission will turn out all right."

Bastila took a deep breath. "Thank you for keeping me on, Jace."

"It's going to take both of us to have any chance-that's why I need you to stay." He reached out and gently stroked her cheek. "At least, that's one reason."

The crew treated their wounds and got some rest. When they awoke, Freyyr had arrived. He had the blade with him; the terentatek's hide had grown over it. Jace turned to Freyyr. "So, what do we do now?"

The old Wookiee scratched his head while he thought. "If we all ascend in the basket, Chuundar may learn we are coming and kill Zaalbar. I will climb to Rwookrrorro and challenge Chuundar. You should follow as fast as you can."

Jolee nodded. "We should be careful. Chuundar likely has Wookiee guards or Czerka troops watching the lift for us. We may have to fight our way to the village." He turned to Jace. "One other thing-I'd like to come with you once we are done here."

Jace looked around his crew; heads nodded. "We'd be glad to have you along, but why leave now?"

The old Jedi shrugged. "I didn't have a ship, or a reason to leave. You have transport, and you seem to have an interesting job to do."

"Very well, let's get ready to head out," said Jace. Freyyr took the blade and left. The crew checked their gear. They headed back to the lift with one more member than when they had arrived.

The kshyy vine cable creaked as the lift ascended. Jace and the rest were less than three hundred meters from the upper platform. T3 warbled; HK turned to Jace. "Translation: Wookiee and human life signs detected above, master." He looked up. "Critical warning: a human is placing explosives on the cable pulley! They are going to drop us!"

"Juhani, jump for it!" called Jace. "You'll have to catch the lift car." The Cathar hopped up on the rail and sprang off the lift, landing on a branch dozens of meters below.

"Jolee, after her," said Bastila. "She'll need help." Jolee jumped from the car; he slowed in the air and the Cathar deposited him on the branch. Jolee planted his feet and extended his arms toward the still-rising car. The cable mechanism exploded above them. Everyone on the lift shouted or shrieked; the car plummeted about ten meters, then stopped.

"I can hold you for about five minutes," called Jolee.

"All right," said Jace, "we want them to think they killed us. We need to move quick and quiet. Bastila first, then we go by twos." Bastila jumped; Juhani caught her and guided her to a safe landing.

Jace turned to Mission. "Cut the cable this end-we'll need it for climbing rope." She nodded and reached up to slice the braided vine. Canderous and Carth gathered in the cable as best they could. Jace lifted T3 with the Force and guided him toward the branch; Bastila took over when the little droid was halfway across. Mission jumped, Juhani caught her.

HK-47 was still watching the Czerka above them. "Statement: They are leaving, master." Jace lifted HK and sent him across for Juhani. Canderous and Carth jumped together; the Jedi women guided them to the branch. Jace picked up the heavy cable; the far end dangled into the jungle below. Jace leaped and Bastila brought him across. Jolee dropped the lift car; it fell away without a sound.

Jace passed the cable from hand to hand. "Start unraveling this; it is too thick for us to use." Several members of the crew went to work separating the braided vines. Jace and Jolee coiled the resulting pieces, leaving them with about a kilometer of improvised rope in three strands. Jace lashed T3 securely into the end of one strand; they would have to haul him up.

"Now we climb," said Jace. "We'll cut hand- and footholds with sabers, and go up like it's a rock face. It would be stupid for me to say don't look down. Do it now, get it out of your system." Canderous spat off the branch and held a hand to his ear. Jolee snorted and chuckled.

"Very funny," said Jace. "Let's get ourselves tied off." They tied ropes from one person to the next, with about five meters in between. "Time to climb," said Jace, "Juhani, lead the way."

The Cathar pulled her short saber and cut a notch into the tree trunk. She pulled herself up, then stood in the notch and sliced another. When she was a few meters above the branch, Mission followed. The others went one by one after her. The climb took more than an hour. There was more than one perilous slip. Jolee kept one hand off the tree to lift T3. Eventually, they were able to stand on the diagonal braces holding up the platform.

"T3, anything?" asked Jace.

The droid tooted. "Translation: two Wookiees, medium distance," replied HK.

"I can climb this without assistance," said Juhani.

"Okay," said Jace. "Bastila and I will cross to the next set of braces. We Jedi will lift everyone but T3 in one go; you'll cover us. Then Juhani climbs up, and Jolee and I send up Bastila and T3. Bastila and Juhani will get us up last." The move was not difficult; the two Wookiee guards were looking the other way. Mission and Carth dropped them with stun bolts. The entire group was soon assembled on the walkway.

Jace readied his saber. "Jolee, lead the way to Rwookrrorro."

Jolee nodded and started down the walkway. They did not get far before T3 shrilled a warning. Gorwooken and his squad dropped from overhead. HK actually headshot one before he landed. Jolee blasted two clear off the platform. Canderous sprayed the walkway with blaster bolts, forcing the Wookiees to retreat. Jace was startled to see them taking bowcaster fire from the other direction. Gorwooken and his troops were caught in a deadly crossfire, and cut down one by one.

Three Wookiees came down the path. "I am Chorrawl," said the leader. "I was a friend to Zaalbar when we were cubs. The Chieftain tried to prevent Freyyr's challenge; I will not stand for this. I saw Gorwooken's guards taking orders from these Czerka slavers." He pointed to three men in Czerka uniforms. They were dead, their arms were gone. "The people of this village will know that Chuundar works with Czerka. Gorwooken said that he gives Czerka some to keep Czerka from taking us all. That may be true, but the challenge will at least be heard. Follow me." Jace and the others ran to keep up with the Wookiee rebels.

They arrived at the Hall of the Chieftain to find Chuundar and Freyyr in a heated argument, with many Wookiees looking on. Zaalbar stood off to the side; he was not restrained, and had his weapons. "Oh, that's great!" growled Chuundar. "Everyone is here now! It's a reunion!"

"Yes, son," said Freyyr firmly. "By the blade of Bacca's Sword, I've come to end your treachery! No more will you sell your own people!"

"You have Bacca's blade? So what!" scoffed Chuundar. "I have the hilt, held by each true Chieftain in recent memory! Even you claimed it was all-important! We both have our ancient trinkets, so who will the people follow now? You? You are old and weak!"

"Jace, I am not sure…" Zaalbar shifted uneasily. "Chuundar has told me things… at times, he makes sense."

Jace spread his hands. "I won't tell you what to do. What does your heart say?"

Zaalbar stood silent for a moment, looking back and forth between his father and brother. "Father, you turned on me without a second thought. Following tradition allowed Chuundar to take power." He turned to his brother. "In my anger, I dishonored myself, but you sold your honor for credits."

"Not for credits, for peace," said Chuundar. "Czerka is too strong. With the strength we have, we cannot hope to throw them off this world. Zaalbar, you know this. You told me of Czerka's massacre on Tatooine. If we fight, they will do the same to us. By giving them a few of us, I keep them from wiping out the People of the Trees."

"There is another way, brother," said Zaalbar. "You are right in this: the People of the Trees can no longer remain separate from the skies above. We can join the Republic. The Czerka will be barred from slaving, and we can trade for what we need to rebuild and grow."

"You are a fool!" cried Chuundar. "In a year, no more, the Republic will fall. The Sith will rule, and our strength in battle will be useful to their armies. We will join them and march on the Czerka, the Trandoshans, any who would threaten Kashyyyk."

Zaalbar looked sadly at his brother. "If you would side with Malak, I am wasting my breath trying to convince you." He moved to stand beside Freyyr. "Father, I support your challenge. I ask to stand as your champion."

"Fool!" snarled Chuundar, "why should I fight? I still have Czerka support. You and the old fool will die here, and I will be Chieftain of all Kashyyyk soon enough!"

False panels opened in the wooden walls; Czerka troops poured in. Wookiees quickly took sides, and a battle began. Chuundar unlimbered a large bowcaster and fired; the bowcaster must have had off-world technology, because it was fully automatic. Jace leapt into a fight with a Wookiee and two Czerka; the rest of his team was also caught up in the battle. After a few arms were ripped off, the Czerka retreated, leaving Chuundar and his loyalists fighting Freyyr and the rebel Wookiees. The fight was a wild melee, with blades flying everywhere.

"Enough!" roared Freyyr, and the battle stilled a moment. "This will be decided properly. Only one can lead us. Only one must lead us." He pointed to the statue holding a warblade. "Chuundar, it is your right to wield the Chieftain's Warblade against any who would challenge you."

"Fine," spat Chuundar, throwing his bow aside. He walked to the statue and lifted down the massive double-blade. The Wookiees backed away, leaving a circle of open floor. Chuundar stood before the statue and raised the sword overhead. "I accept my brother's challenge."

Zaalbar stepped into the circle, raising his ryyk blades. "You are my brother, so I will give you the same chance you gave me, Chuundar. Step down. Take exile. You might learn something while you are out there."

Chuundar snarled. "I have already learned everything I need. The strongest leads; all others bow."

"Then we are done, brother, and you will fall here," said Zaalbar.

Suddenly, Mission ran into the circle. "Wait, Big Z," she said, "You don't want to kill your brother either."

"Yes, I do," said Zaalbar, "and he is worth it." Mission nodded sadly and got out of the way.

The two Wookiees roared and charged. Zaalbar parried Chuundar's attack and sliced at his shoulder. The damage was minor, but it surely hurt. "Liar," growled Zaalbar, "Slaver. Traitor. You are finished." Chuundar stepped in with an overhand swing. Zaalbar blocked it, and knocked Chuundar back.

"Is that your best, runt?" taunted Zaalbar, "no wonder you turned to Czerka for help." Chuundar growled at the insult and charged in again. This time Zaalbar sidestepped and smacked Chuundar in the rump with the flat of his blade.

"Perhaps if you had paid any attention to your heritage, you would know how to fight with a warblade," said Zaalbar, as his brother spun to face him. Chuundar attacked again, and Zaalbar caught his strike on crossed blades. "One more chance. Surrender and live. Exile is not so bad. I am a better Wookiee for it, and you will be too."

Chuundar roared and threw the warblade. Zaalbar ducked it, but Chuundar was on him, slashing with his claws. "Fool! Weakling! Old-fashioned idiot! I will have what is mine!" Zaalbar braced his feet against Chuundar and threw him backwards. Chuundar rushed in again. Zaalbar stabbed him in the stomach with one blade and took his head off with the other. The Wookiee onlookers roared and cheered. Zaalbar sheathed his ryyk blades. He picked up the Chieftain's warblade in one hand and Bacca's hilt in the other. Zaalbar bowed and handed the blade and hilt to his father.

Freyyr took the marks of leadership. "We have done it. I am saddened that it had to come to this, but Chuundar had to be stopped." He turned to his surviving son. "Zaalbar, my son, I am truly sorry. You have suffered a great shame. I was blind. I have no excuse."

Zaalbar flopped down to the ground. He was bleeding from many cuts; Chuundar's final attack had left its mark. "It is all right, Father. I lost my discipline and used my claws. I had to leave, and I wasn't lying to Chuundar. I have grown a lot in my travels." He looked at Jace and Mission fondly; the Twi'lek blushed. "I wish my brother had taken the chance I gave him. There's a lot to be learned from outsiders-Chuundar just took the wrong lessons to heart." Zaalbar grabbed his father's arm. "I still have a life-debt. Now that my life is truly my own again, honoring that agreement is more important than ever." He turned to Jace. "I know we need to move on, Jace, but before we do, I think something should be done about the Czerka." Freyyr and the other Wookiees roared agreement.

"Absolutely," said Jace, "besides, I don't think Czerka will just hand us our ship back."

Jolee looked at Freyyr. "You're the boss here-we need a plan."

Freyyr nodded. "Czerka will be preparing to move on the village in force, but it will take them some time to get their forces marshaled." He turned to Jace. "The Jedi and the rest of the Ebon Hawk's crew will assault the Czerka landing site from the walkway. The Czerka will move to defend their gate." He looked at Chorrawl. "Your soldiers will come with my son and I. We will climb behind the Czerka gate, drop onto the landing pads, and attack them from behind." Chorrawl nodded and tapped another Wookiee on the shoulder. They left the room, along with the surviving Wookiee troops.

"Before you go, Jedi, I must see to your reward," said Freyyr. "How can Rwookrrorro thank you?

Jace turned to Zaalbar. "What would you like, Zaalbar? You earned it."

Zaalbar stood straight. "I have a request, Father. I have thought about it a great deal. I would like Bacca's sword."

Freyyr stroked his chin. "You do understand what that means, my son? Bacca's sword is a symbol of our people, held only by Chieftains… and future Chieftains."

Zaalbar met his father's eyes. "I am still young. I will leave to pay my debt, for this man's lifetime. When I return, I will be older and wiser, fit to lead Rwookrrorro-or perhaps represent Kashyyyk in the Republic Senate."

Freyyr frowned. "I am not certain that Kashyyyk is quite ready for that, despite your hopes, but in sixty or seventy years, who knows?" He handed Zaalbar the broken sword, and the young Wookiee left to repair the weapon.

Zaalbar was ready to go in an hour. He had restored Bacca's sword; it was a massive two-handed vibrosword nearly two meters long from pommel to tip. He turned to Jace. "My forces will meet you in the Czerka landing area. Good luck."

Jace led his crew down the walkway. They met little resistance until they were actually at the gate. The Czerka squad there put up a fight, but was outmatched. Several troops surrendered; Jace left Carth and T3 to guard them. The gate swung open to reveal a bloodbath. Czerka troops had set up improvised barricades; Zaalbar and his soldiers were attacking from behind them. Raging Wookiees were tearing arms off, but there was discipline. Many Czerka were dropping their weapons and sitting on the ground; those who did so were being spared. Janos Wertka had tried to run for a shuttle but Freyyr caught him before he could escape. The Ithorian stood off to one side, hands bound behind him. Chorrawl ran up to Jace. "A stunning victory, Jedi! This is a great day for Kashyyyk."

The Wookiee's head exploded. A group of heavy troopers marched out of the Czerka barracks. They were dressed in Mandalorian armor painted in Czerka orange and black. Xor headed the squad. "No, this is the last day for Kashyyyk." He smiled unpleasantly. "I've been waiting for this. No more slaves. No more live captures. Now we exterminate every ape on this world." He pointed at Juhani. "You too, cat."

Juhani ignited her sabers and leapt forward. Xor's troops attacked with blasters and force pikes, but they were no match for the Cathar's furious assault. Within minutes, only Xor was left standing. He drew a large blaster pistol; Juhani Force pulled it out of his hand. Xor smiled insolently. "So, you have some skill." He drew a vibrosword. "Do you think I've never killed a Jedi before?"

"No," snarled the Cathar, "I think you'll never kill again." They circled each other. Xor made the first move, slashing for Juhani's head. She parried and struck at Xor belt-high.

"Your father was weak even for a cat," taunted Xor, "He didn't have the backbone to stand and fight on Cathar, so he fled to Taris. Even when I caught him there, he tried to run."

"What is wrong with you?" shouted Juhani. "All he wanted was to raise a family and mind his own business!"

"Cats, apes, you are lesser, you exist to serve," said Xor, "you should know your place." Juhani feinted and slashed at Xor's shoulder. He blocked, but was staggered. Juhani sent a powerful Force push and blasted Xor off his feet and over the walkway railing. She shot out an arm and caught him with Force choke, hanging him over the abyss. Xor looked at Juhani, struggling for breath, and spat.

The Cathar snarled, then took a deep breath. "The Jedi gave me a second chance," she said, pulling Xor back to the platform, "and I won't waste it on you." Xor fell to his hands and knees, coughing.

"You're under arrest, slaver," said Zaalbar, looking on, "you will stand trial with Wertka and the others."

Xor stood. "I won't be judged by apes and cats!" He sprinted and leapt over the edge.

"No!" cried Juhani. She ran to the railing and reached for Xor, but he was too far down, and falling too fast. The Twi'lek slaver plunged into the darkness, out of sight. Juhani turned away from the railing, fell to her knees and threw up. Bastila and Jace ran to her side.

"It's all right," said Jace, "you didn't kill him-it wasn't your fault."

The Cathar heaved, sobbing. "I spared him! I gave him a chance to repent! Why did he jump?"

"Evil is not limited to the Sith," Bastila said. "Xor decided to die rather than answer for his crimes. He chose, Juhani, not you."

Mission and Carth gathered up weapons from the dead and captured Czerka to better arm the newly-formed Rwookrrorro militia. The Wookiees had many excellent mechanics and engineers. With help from Canderous, T3, and HK, they removed the turrets from several Czerka freighters and shuttles and mounted them to well-camouflaged platforms in the trees, creating a workable air-defense system. The ships would eventually be scrapped and their hull plating used to construct shelters in case of Czerka reprisal raids. The Wookiees appeared to stand a decent chance of defending themselves, and they could always retreat to the Shadowlands in an extreme emergency.

Mission was carrying an armful of captured weapons to the militia armory when Canderous stopped her. "Where did you find that?" he asked, pointing to a sizeable blaster.

"It was Xor's," she replied, "Juhani got it away from him."

Canderous took the blaster and examined markings on the grip. "This is no ordinary heavy pistol. It's a Mandalorian legend. This is the mark of Cassus Fett, a general from the Mandalorian Wars. He was one of the best of us. You should take this with you. It is lighter than most heavy blasters, accurate, and almost as powerful as a rifle." Mission nodded and exchanged the new pistol for Bendak's blaster, which she added to the pile of militia weapons.

While the crew prepared for takeoff, Bastila drew Jace aside on the pad. "You have been patient with me, Jace, and as I said before, you deserve my honesty. But you have to understand how difficult this is for me to say."

Jace nodded. "I understand, Bastila. I really do. Say what you want to, and only what you want to."

Bastila took a deep breath. "With all my training, I should be able to control myself better than this. But you're not anything like I expected. You're not like any man I've ever met before." She clasped her hands. "I find myself watching you when I don't mean to. I'm thinking about you when I don't want to. It isn't supposed to be like this!"

Jace angled his head. "What is it supposed to be like?"

Bastila jerked her head violently from side to side. "Every time I try to call on all my teachings to calm myself, they fail me. You have such power, such passion! I don't know if it's due to the bond between us, but I'm drawn to you."

Jace frowned. "Are you interested in me or my ability to use the Force?"

"The Force is a part of you, as is your power," said Bastila, "but that's not what attracted me to you. It's more than that. Maybe it's the bond we share. It gives us a certain… intimacy. If I could, I would return to Dantooine. I need to be away from this bond of ours. I need to weaken it. I need to be anywhere but near you!" She sighed. "But Malak must be stopped; my own feelings are nothing when compared to that. Yet I know this could affect the outcome of our mission if it is not resolved-I can't let that happen!" Bastila looked into Jace's eyes. "What I'm trying to tell you is that I've reached a decision. But this is not the proper place for this discussion. I think… I think we should have some privacy for this. We can talk about this aboard the Ebon Hawk."

Jace nodded. "When you're ready to talk, I'm ready to listen." They boarded the ship. Carth took the helm and lifted the Ebon Hawk off the pad. They climbed away from Kashyyyk and set a course for Manaan.