Disclaimer: I am not George Lucas or Rick Riordan.
Enter Luke, Tahiri, and Jag, en route to Hoth.
Luke. [aside] Space flight or gundarks? No contest. I would have preferred driving Zena Antilles's landspeeder all the way to Hoth with baradium-armed gundarks on my tail rather than sitting in a luxury YT-2400 freighter. I've flown before. The details are hazy. But I remember an aiwha named Artoo Detoo. I've even been in an airspeeder once or twice. But a son of Vader doesn't belong in the air. Every time the ship hits a spot of turbulence, my heart races, and I'm sure Zonama is slapping us around.
Luke tries to focus on Jag and Tahiri, as the latter tries to reassure the former that he did all he could. Then Jag fills the others in on his talks with Yammosk and Zena, refusing to state exactly what his family gift is. Also, he and Tahiri fill Luke in on the firewood.
[to Jag] Jag. I'm proud to be related to you.
Jag. [blushes] Lumiya has some sort of plan for us, about the Prophecy of Seven.
Luke. Yeah. I didn't like her as Shira. I don't like her any better as Lumiya.
Tahiri. You're a son of the old Vader, aren't you? You are a Jedi demigod.
Luke. I started to remember on Ossus, after the Dathomirian blood. It's been coming back to me slowly since then. There's another camp: the Jedi Praxeum.
As Luke says the word praxeum, more memories of the Jedi flood through his brain, including his kiss with Mara at the bottom of the lake.
Jag and Tahiri stare at Luke, stunned.
Tahiri. Another camp. A Jedi camp? Stang, if Thrackan found out . . .
Jag. He'd declare war. He's always been sure the Jedi were out there, plotting against us. He thought Luke was a spy.
Luke. That's why Lumiya sent me. Er, I mean, not to spy. I think it was some kind of exchange. Your friend Jacen . . . I think he was sent to the Praxeum. In my dreams, I saw a demigod that might have been him. He was working with some other Jedi on this star freighter. I think they're coming to the Imperial Remnant to help.
Jag. Yammosk said Lumiya wants to unite the Jedi and the Empire to fight Abeloth. But stang, the Empire and the Old Republic have a long history of bad blood.
Tahiri. That's probably why the Je'daii have kept us apart this long. If a Jedi warship appeared in the sky above the Imperial Remnant, and Tenel Ka didn't know it was friendly . . .
Luke. Yeah. We've got to be careful how we explain this when we get back.
Jag. If we get back.
Luke. [nods] I mean, I trust you guys. I hope you trust me. I feel . . . well, I feel as close to you two as to any of my old friends at the Jedi Praxeum. But with the other demigods, at both camps, there's going to be a lot of suspicion.
Tahiri kisses Luke on the cheek.
Tahiri. Of course we trust you. We're a family now. Aren't we, Jag?
Jag. Sure. Do I get a kiss?
Tahiri. [laughs] Anyway, what do we do now?
Luke. I've got to contact a friend, to keep my promise to Qwi.
Jag. How? One of those villips?
Luke. Still not working. I tried it last night at your grandmother's house. No luck. Maybe it's because my memories are still jumbled. Or the Je'daii aren't allowing a connection. I'm hoping I can contact my friend in my dreams. I'm not sure I can sleep. But I need to try. We can't leave Qwi by herself with those gundarks around.
Jag. Yeah. We've still got hours to fly. Take the couch, man.
Luke lays down and sleeps.
Exit all.