Chapter 38

(A/N: 'Where's The Beef' is from a Burger King tagline in an advertisement, 'What's Your Beef' was promptly spoken by the Great-And-Powerful-Man-in-Black Will Smith during his career on the hit show Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. I also do realize I am making Revan a bit OOC. My apologies. Wanted a bit of a funny version. Also, Jaden Toa was one of the names of the Revan male Soldiers that I had running around when I played the game.

In the darkness of an apartment, she wept. It smelled of booze, sweat, food, and trash. Her appearance was unkempt, her hair wild and her clothes were dirty for having worn them for weeks. Bottles of wine and ale littered the floor and holes were in the wall from her punching them.

Almira looked at the doctored holo-image on her hand-held projector. It showed herself alongside Bellophoron. Standing between them was a ten-year-old Artyr. She smiled softly.

They would've made an odd family: an alien for a father, a human for a mother and a half-other-alien for a son. She sighed as the memory came back.

It had been a passionate night and they were exhausted, but happy. She lay panting in their bed in the private home that they shared. They made sure to do this once every two weeks. Both wore the wedding bands that they had when they weren't around other Jedi as they were technically secretly married.

Bellophoron sighed happily.

"By the Force," He whispered, holding her hand as he breathed. She was covered by a bed sheet.

"How many times now?" He asked.

"Five," She answered, looking at him. He looked back and kissed her lips.

"How did the meeting with the Council go?" She asked. He looked at her and sighed. She had just returned from a mission in the Outer Rim. It had been a rough few weeks but she completed it. He had been back here for awhile now.

"I'm to train a padawan," He told her. She sat up.

"That's great!" She said, happily.

"His name's Artyr, Artyr Sym." He told her. She blinked. She heard the name. Memories of a young boy's screams in the night came to mind. Fear took hold of her.

"The boy with the nightmares?!" She said, exasperated as she shook her head. The moons of Coruscant shone through their windows.

"He's our son, now." he told her. She looked at him.
"What?" She asked in disbelief.

"We talked about having a child for years now, 'Mira." He reminded her.

"We can't conceive because that would raise questions. So, why not a padawan? Why not? They're all usually orphans or taken with consent or something or other." Bellophoron reasoned as he shrugged. She shook her head.

"You stupid, stupid fool." She said, shaking her head.

"You can't just take a padawan for a son!" She scolded him. He rubbed his face.

"'Mira," He started to say as he looked at her, his cobalt-horned head shone in the night.

"I just met the kid. I was there during one of his episodes." He told her. His face became sad.

"I saw what he saw... and I know there's something else going on..." He added, concerned.

"Master Yoda didn't give me all the details, but according to him, he's the latest in a long line of Jedi." He told her.

"'Line?" She repeated.

"There haven't been Jedi families in centuries, Bell. You can't do that anymore." She reminded him.

"I know," Bell told her slightly angry. He sighed and tried to calm down.

"But, I got a look at his genetic pedigree... did you know that his family goes all the way back to the founding of this order?" He asked her. She blinked and tilted her head.

"That far!" he told her, pointing out the window for emphasis.

"And Master Yoda just up and gives him over to me for training because he thinks that I'm 'Master' material." Bell told her, scoffing. He sighed.

"Quite frankly: I'm not ready to be a Master. Hell, I'm not even ready to be a father!" He told her honestly.

"But, Master Yoda told me that I was 'it' and so I am." He told her.

"I just met Artyr." He told her.

"He's a sweet kid, looks after a youngling named Ahsoka, says she's his sister." He told her. He smiled as she blinked.

"A sister? Oh Force," She whispered putting her hands over her mouth.

"I don't know how we could possibly pull this off having two adopted children as Jedi when they themselves are Jedi." She told him.

"They don't need to. Y'see, Plo Koon is like a father or uncle to her." Bell explained to her.

"So, we could possibly pull this off?" She said, thinking.

"We just need to make sure no one suspects a thing." he sighed.

"It means there's going to be a lot less moments like this," he told her. She sighed and rubbed her eyes.

"I'll take that chance," She sighed.

"We're going to tell him slowly," He told her.

"Well, how do we officially-unofficially adopt him?" She asked.

"We do what we can: make him feel like he's family." He told her.

"I'll raise him as best as I can," He added.

"But," He said, holding her hand.

"If I fall, I want you to take over for me. He's never known a father and he sure as hell never knew a mother." He told her. She looked at him.

"Bell," She told him, a bit scared at what he was saying. He looked at her before he kissed her passionately to reassure her.

"I want him to, at the very least, know his adoptive Mother, alright?" He asked.

"Promise me, you'll look after him, 'Mira. Promise me." He told her, holding her hand. She looked into his eyes.

"We'll do what we can for now," He told her. They began again. The next day, he started training Artyr as his Master.
XXX

"My boy. My sweet, sweet boy." She whispered, slurred from her drinking. She sniffled as she looked down at the projector. She cried as she put a hand over her face.

"I never should've let you go down there," She whispered.

"Never should've left you," She told him. First it had been Bellophoron and then their son Artyr. She recalled seeing Artyr talk with Lira during their stay on Kamino and them talking afterwards. She had warned him about attachments, but secretly she smiled to herself. The boy was turning into a man after all.

And now, they were both gone. Lira had been kidnapped and she had felt Artyr disappear in the Force. She had felt his fear as he departed. She had been interrogating the base commander when Alyx and Samson had come to her. There had been Comms interference and they had told her his last words. At first, she had wanted to go after him, but then, she had a mission to complete. They got the prisoner out and as much documents that they could take as they felt Count Dooku's arrival. They snuck out of the base and somehow made it out alive.

Artyr never came out of it, but she knew that he was gone, someway, somehow that he was gone. Intelligence had spent weeks looking for him but no mention of Artyr was made on Separatist channels. He wasn't imprisoned by them according to the Intel operatives. The Hutt Cartel didn't have them, someone had obviously coerced the Hutts into speaking as the one Hutt that came by that learned of it told her in a sort of fearful way as though he feared being killed. It seemed as if someone had threatened him into talking somehow. They were some of the most powerful Underworld crime lords. What could scare a Hutt? Hell, what would scare representatives of the Black Sun Syndicate as well when another 'delegate' told her the truth. The Order hadn't consented. First, he was missing in action. Then, they considered him MIA (Presumed Dead). A eulogy, of all things, was made by the Supreme Chancellor and they actually made him a 'Hero of the Republic'. A bit odd, everyone thought, making a Jedi Padawan that was part-alien be a national hero.

Propaganda films were made of him for his actions during Athys, Geonosis, and a lot of other worlds. Doctored information of course. The Council made sure that the Chancellor and the Senate didn't find out about his alternate form... the one that massacred an entire army of Separatists in a single city and so many others in the War and even before.

A presence in the Force awoke her from her drunken grieving. It was old and familiar. She sat upright and put the bottle away, cursing under her breath. She went over to the door of her apartment and opened it before the person could knock. She looked up, as was her first instinct, and then down to see a familiar old, and green wrinkly face.

"Good to see you, it is: Almira." Master Yoda said, his hood up as he looked up at the former Jedi. She blinked. He then took a whiff and frowned.

"Much ordered, you were before Artyr's disappearance." He said, holding his nose.

"Uh..." She thought as she was a bit drunk at the moment.

"Let me in, will you? Or must I stand here outside all day?" He asked, looking up at her. She blinked and let him in. He sighed.

"I've only got good whiskey, beer, ale, and even wine. Along with instant-foodstuffs you can cook." She told him, closing the door.. Yoda looked at her and shook his head.

"Drink too much, you do."

"Act without emotion too much, you do." She retorted.

"Fair enough," Yoda nodded. He looked around.

He then flipped his finger as if flipping a switch and the light turned on. She was blinded by the light and grunted as she rubbed her eyes.

"See the light harshly, those who have been living in darkness for awhile do, hmm?" Yoda lectured as he saw her rub her eyes.

"This is why we preach non-attachment, Almira." Yoda lectured her like a grandfather.

"Spare me the scoldings and lectures, I'm not a little kid anymore." She growled. Yoda looked up at her.

"Came here I did, to talk to you." He said.

"Sit, If I may?" He asked.

"Of course," She told him. She then sat on another cheap chair she had bought as he sat on the couch.

"Need to clean the couch, smell beer I do." He then said.

"Shit leads to grief and crazy, grief and crazy lead to beer, beer leads to drunk-off-your-ass, drunk-off-your-ass leads to hangover and repeat." She told him in a mocking tone that mimicked his own. He blinked and sighed.

"Kriffed up that is," He said aloud. She blinked and her eyes widened as she leaned forward. Did Master Yoda just cuss?! Noone ever heard him cuss!

"This is why we never have emotion," He said, shaking his head.

"But, nevertheless." He said, producing pieces of about twenty or thirty papers. She looked down. The last four looked recent, but the others looked old as centuries. They all looked almost the same. They all looked like drawings made by teenagers or children.

All held a shattered moon, black-furred creatures with white masks and armor on their faces and evil red eyes. There was also an ashen pale woman with black sclera and torturous red eyes. Her hair was arrayed like horns adorned with jewels and a bun on the back of it. She looked strangely beautiful and deadly with her black finger-nails and her black robe and cape.

"What is this?" She asked.

"As a child, Artyr would draw this to cope with his nightmares." Yoda lectured.

"He told me about them when he was about five or six." He said, softly.

"I asked him to draw as a hobby and a way to cope. He did so, but never gave them to me." he said.

"Just what was he seeing and are these his too?" She asked, looking at the others that were old and faded.

"No, those are his ancestors' when they were just children as well, going back nearly seven hundred years before Aogust disappeared. I have seen collections in the restricted access of it that go back more than five thousand years." Yoda explained. She looked at him in shock.

"Know about his pedigree, do you?" Yoda said, looking at her. She blinked and sighed.

"Bellophoron told me about it the day before he took Artyr for training." She confessed, while holding back that Bell had been her secret husband.

"Sense something else, I do. Intimate, your relationship was?" Yoda asked. She sighed.

"We were married, Master. We tried to keep it a secret for a while until he died." Yoda's face and arms fell.

"Married," He echoed. he sighed and rubbed his face.

"You can't do anything about it now: I've already left." She told him, smug. He looked at her.

"Obviously. And obviously, adopted Artyr you two did, under our nose. Though his father still lived after being missing for five centuries." He told her. She looked at him in shock. His father was still alive?! Where was he?!

"Dispatched to Outer Rim on reports of a strange disturbance, Aogust Sym was. Never heard from him again, we did. Until sixteen years ago," He told her. She shook her head, in disbelief. This was just too unreal. A five hundred year old Jedi?!

"I know he comes from a long line of Jedi but a five-hundred year old Jedi for a father? That's a bit much don't you think?" He looked at her.

"Habit of disappearing, his family has." Yoda told her.

"A Sym there was, in almost every crisis our order faced. For five hundred years, no Sym appeared."

"And how exactly do they appear? Where did Aogust get his kid? He had to have genetically engineered him." Almira said, wondering.

"No, naturally made, he assured us when he took Artyr to us." Yoda said.

"Felt wrong, it did. At least, to me." He said, putting a hand on his chest.

"Asked him, if the boy's mother consented. He told me no answer. Told me he did, that when the time comes, Artyr would too go the way of his ancestors and leave us." Yoda said. He sighed.

"Promised not to tell Artyr about his family, Aogust made me." He said, shaking his head. Almira blinked.

"The council knew about his family... and yet other Jedi didn't?" She asked, thinking. A line of Jedi going back aways would make someone famous or infamous depending on whom you asked.

"'Dirty little secret' they are." Yoda told her. She knew what he meant at this.

"Do all Syms turn into..." She paused. Yoda nodded.

"Yes," He answered, sadly.

"Turn into a horrible, rage-fueled monster, they can. Happens during times of duress and great stress, though the first of their family was originally in that form." Yoda answered.

"Do we know what his race was called? Or their homeworld? Where they get the women needed to produce their children?" She asked. He shook his head.

"No." He answered.

"Among the first of the Jedi, his ancestor was. Adam Sym, he called himself. A warrior during the Force Wars, he was." Yoda began.

"Served with the Order after its founding, he did. One of the first to make 'Jedi Master', he was as well." Yoda said.

"See eye to eye, Master Sym and the Council did not. To be by himself, Adam did. Disappeared, he did. Searched for him, we did. Not a trace found." Yoda said.

"Twenty years later, a baby was delivered to the Jedi Order. Surprised, they were, when he turned into the other form during training." He said.

"Knew something was wrong, they did." He added, sadly.

"Discovered, Adam Sym was the boy's father. Letter that came with the baby said his name was 'Abel'." Yoda explained.

"Afterwards, Abel Sym, upon becoming a knight, left after a period of time. Disappeared too, he did. And so the cycle continued on and on. Perplexed, the Order is, over this." Yoda said.

"In almost every crisis, the family has served. Save the past five centuries, why that is, I know not." Yoda admitted.

"Why are you telling me this?" Almira asked.

"Because, you were his master," Yoda told her.

"And in a way, his mother." The old Jedi added as well. She looked at him sadly and sighed.

"He's never coming back to me, isn't he?" She asked. Yoda looked at her.

"Not sure, I am. But, know this I do." Yoda said, producing a holoprojector.

"This morning, it appeared into my quarters. Beside it, note there was."

"What'd it say?" She asked. The old Jedi leaned forward and he spoke one phrase.

"'He lives'," She blinked and he used the Force to set the projector on the coffee table. She pressed the button. She was greeted with a very strange sight. It appeared to be some kind of security footage. An old man stood behind a counter doing his business. The store seemed primitive to her, well, most everyone she knew would say that. Behind several stands of magazines was a human girl in a strange dress reading magazines while listening to music.

And then, the most wonderful sight came as she saw the shop's door open and Artyr walked in without his helmet. Grime covered his face from the mission and he looked around before talking to the old man. She watched as her padawan conversed with the old man. She blinked and then started laughing.

"Where was this taken?! When was this?!" She asked, frantic. Yoda shrugged in a 'I don't know' gesture. She saw her adopted son alive and by the force she wanted him back right bloody now!

She watched as he had asked directions to the nearest communications center only to find out that they had none. Then, she saw how he had discovered that he was on another world, one which had not even heard of the Jedi or the Republic! Quite likely he was in Wild Space perhaps.

Then, she saw him feel a disturbance in the Force. She saw how he warned the shopkeeper whom stammered as he warned her. Then, she sighed in irritation as she heard him say that the Order would foot the bill. Then, she saw the robbers that came in. She smiled and laughed as he pretended, rather badly, to be a shopkeeper though he was dressed like a Clone Commando. The group of men, she noticed, almost all wore black and had red-tinged cleavers with their leader having a white coat and a bowler hat.

She saw what happened next. A girl ran up right next to Artyr, looking around. She giggled as Artyr slowly turned and lightly swore as the men raised their blasters to fire at her as the apparent chief of the robbers threatened to shoot her. Artyr stood in front of her to protect her, like how he should've done. She watched the fight and then notice the footage change to somewhere outside of the store as if...

"Someone compiled the data from wherever this was taken," She stated, thinking. That meant that someone took security footage from both inside and-

She paused as she saw her adopted son's target,the head robber, fire some kind of explosive round out of his cane/gun and it hit the counter, striking the tubes of crystals behind it and resulted in the entire store exploding. Before that, Artyr had force-pushed the girl into an alley over some cans.

She then saw one of her worst nightmares: She saw him drop the robber from the air and then threaten the man, his voice deepening. Then, he stood up as the small teenage girl ran up to him with stars in her eyes, begging him for an autograph. He was talking to her when he stopped and sensed something. she saw him use the Force to stop something off-camera, then throw his saber. She frowned. He wouldn't do that for just anything.

"He sensed something amiss," She stated.

"Noticed that too, I did." Yoda added as well. They saw him speak with the girl a bit and then the footage revealed what he brought down. It was some kind of gunship only it had no weapons. And it wasn't like anything she saw before... then again, the area around them looked very... primitive.

"I've never seen an area like that before anywhere," she commented. She noticed the girl's weapon beforehand: some kind of weapon that was both a scythe and a gun... how was that possible? Not only that, but she seemed unnaturally strong to wield it so casually. Artyr inspected it and then she heard him say the phrase 'Looks like you have a Sith problem'. At this her heart stopped cold.

"'Sith'," She stated, her face paled.

Yoda frowned.

"Find him, we must. Dangerous, Sith are. Only a padawan, Artyr is." Yoda said, thinking.

"But we don't know where he went!" She said, angrily.

"A world with a shattered moon," Yoda told her. She frowned as he pointed at the images. She looked at them again.

"Notice the images associated with it?"

"The scary-looking black-robed woman and the white-masked animals that were probably cooked up by Sith Alchemy? Yes." She nodded.

"About that woman," Yoda said, bringing out yet something else... how did he fit that holocron into his pocket?! It must've weighed at the very least a quarter to half his weight alone!

He set it down on top of the images.

"Activate," he spoke. it lit up. An image of someone vaguely familiar appeared. He wore the trappings of a Jedi with a brown beard and mustache set as well as long hair that was slicked back down to his neck. He had the imprint of some kind of mask on his face.

"Greetings, I'm Jedi Master Revan, formerly Darth Revan." Revan said, happily.

"This holocron is for edification of future generations of Jedi." He said.

"Bear in mind, if you're younger than a Knight or a Knight yourself, you're going to hear some very bad things."

"Also:" Revan said.

"Yes, I was a Sith Lord, but before that, I was a Jedi Knight but I fell to the Dark Side, then I went back to the Light Side after I was betrayed by my one-time apprentice Malaak, formerly Alaak." Revan said.

"In other words: I used to be bad, now I'm good. Now what do you want. Or as Kicker would strangely say: 'what's your beef'?" Revan asked, with a slight smile. She blinked. She never heard anyone use that phrase before. Not only that, but why did Yoda bring a holocron of Jedi Master Revan the Balanced over to her house... right on her coffee table?

"It means 'What do you want?' Revan explained to a possibly confused audience.

"It's something he used to say to people or to me whenever I came by," He said.

"Kicker is also known as," He irritably sighed at this.

"'Ball-Kicker' as well as Cassius Sym," He said. She blinked. Since when did Jedi be known as 'Ball-kicker'?! The name was self-explanatory.

"He was Bastilla Shan's padawan. She's my wife if you want to know." He explained. She blinked.

"Yes, we're married. Have been for a year or two now. And now, you're going to hear everything I have to say that I recorded. All the good, the bad, and the ugly." Revan explained, casually.

"Again: What's your beef?" He repeated.

"What do you know of the ashen-paled woman with black-red eyes?" Yoda asked in a rare moment when his sentences weren't so completely backward. Revan's image blinked and he sighed, facepalming.

"I thought I never would have to talk about it, much less anyone ask it. But, still: you want to know." Revan explained.

"When I was running around with my party to stop Malaak and take down the Star Forge, we found out that there was an old Rakatan star map on Korriban, the Sith Homeworld." Revan explained.

"So, we went over there and decided that the party would consist of myself, Carth Onasi, and Mission Vao." He explained.

"We couldn't bring Bastilla or Kicker in because they were well-known Jedi, (So was I, but who cares, I'm telling the story). That, and Kicker had a very..." He paused.

"Bad tendency to freak out when there were Sith around. As in: he would turn into a brown, turd-colored ogre and stomp the daylights out of any Sith or Mandalorian he came across. As soon as Ordo had started talking about his Mandalorian past, Kicker nearly beat him to a pulp. And Ordo couldn't beat him, even though he was one of the physically strongest people I knew! He always came out with broken arms, broken nose, and a lot worse!" He counted with his fingers.

"The only people who could calm him down were Mission, Bastilla, Carth, and myself!"

"So, Kicker wasn't happy about not going to 'confront his fears of being on the homeworld of evil'."

"We found out that Carth's son survived the bombing of Telos and that he was a Sith. We had to talk him out of being such Sith. We also redeemed a former Jedi Padawan whom went back to Dantooine. And we did a bunch of other things. We found out that there was a map in the Sith Catacombs and went down there. We faced down a Tarinatek, the same monster from the legends you hear about that could kill many Jedi, and-get this- the ghost of Ajunta Pall himself was down there." He said, honestly.

She blinked.

"The first Sith?!" She asked for clarification as she dipped her head in shock.

"The First Sith," Yoda and Revan confirmed simultaneously.

"It turned out that he regretted what he had done in his life over the years after he died. He told me about what he did during the Hundred Years Darkness and afterwards. I convinced him to go back to the light and he finally found peace." Revan said, happily.

"A good ending for someone whom started an order of notoriously bad apples, in my opinion. Then again, we're all a mixture of good or bad with some becoming completely both. Me? I walked both sides at one point. Trust me on that one," He said.

"Well, after we redeemed Ajunta Pall's ghost, we found someone..." He frowned.

"Odd and in a word: the definition of Dark Side." He said. He then went on a rant.

"She had black fingernails, black sclera with red pupils and her hair looked frigging ridiculous!" He exclaimed.

"Who has their hair arrayed like demon horns with metal and jewels attached?!" He said, pointing to his own hair.

"And the worst part is, she looked at me like she knew me from somewhere..." He then added softly.

"Which we did... before I met my wife," He added. She blinked.

"So, she recognizes me and I sense she's a Dark Sider, a real Sith. She asks me who I am and who my 'friends' are and I tell her the name I was under (Jaden Toa at the time) and she gives me a funny look.

'Do you happen to know a 'Revan'? She asks me, suspiciously. I tell her what I know and then her eyes widen.

Mission and Carth got some bad feelings from her, honestly. She knew it and I knew that she knew." He said, honestly.

"She asked me what I was doing here and I gave her a bullshit answer. I ask her whom she is and she tells me that she's visiting Ajuna Pall's grave. I ask her why and she tells me she knew him, to which I called 'bull'. She then tells me all the alchemical formulae he worked on back in his Sith-founding days and I realize: She's the real deal." He said, remembering as his eyes became glossy. She then asks if we know anyone with the last name 'Sym'." He sighed.

"I lied to her and she asked Mission if she knew, sensing somehow that she knew along with Carth. They lied or tried to." He said, shaking his head.

"I remember that she walked up to me and then spoke to me privately saying that she knew whom I was and what I did." He said, rubbing his eyes.

"She knew that I had turned back to the light (though I didn't know what she meant) and she knew that we were lying to her about Kicker. She told me to tell Kicker that if he wanted to live he had better not seek out 'Salem' or go to some world called 'Remnant' for that matter." He said.

"I remember getting a feeling that she was old... very old. Like, before the founding of the Order of the Jedi." He said, honestly.

"To this day, she makes me shiver." He confessed.

"None of us knew what she meant back then." He said, honestly.

"But, if I had to guess it meant that the woman that we met was most likely familiar with the Sym family. I heard stories, but nothing mentioned her or this 'Remnant' that she spoke of." He said, rubbing his beard.

"But, I did see that as children, just like our own Kicker, and if you know a Sym, then you're seeing it too: you have to know that they tend to get 'migraines' when something strange or is mentioned around them. I theorize that it may be something that they see is connected to what happened in the past or happens in the future." Revan theorized.

"They also draw as children to cope with the nightmares that they get early on and their visions. I saw some of Kicker's child drawings and the resemblance between her and what I saw on the paper was uncanny to say the least." Revan said as Almira looked at the drawings.

"I asked Kicker if he knew about the woman and he only told me that he knew her from his dreams and that she was connected somehow to them. He didn't know why. He begged us for him to go after her, but I denied his request." Revan continued.

"She looked too powerful for him by my reckoning. After we defeated Malaak, he and Mission disappeared about a year later, after Bastilla and I married. I spent a bit along with Carth to look for them and we never found them. Zaalbarr was heartbroken to say the least that his friend was gone. We never knew what became of them... or that woman." He said, sadly.

"What I know about her is that she's connected to the Sith and the Syms somehow. I don't think she's a force-user as I didn' sense it. I did see however that she had two lightsabers with her, so I know that she knows how to use them."

"I'm telling you now, if you know a Sym, make sure he's prepared for anything. And I literally mean anything. If you ever see that woman around, don't attack her on sight, get as many Jedi reinforcements as you can and capture her." Revan ordered.

"I know I'm now dead when I say this as I have my own business to do. But make sure she's captured and you ask her what her 'beef' is with the Sym family." Revan said, almost angrily.

"Bastilla was heartbroken when Kicker went missing," He sighed.

"And we lost what should've been a great Knight." He added.

"He was knighted after we defeaed Malaak. After that, he disappeared along with Mission." He explained.

"No one has seen or heard from them since," He added, woefully.

"If you find out what happened to them: bring them home." He told his audience.

"As a request from a so-called 'hero',' He added.

The image froze.

Yoda then spoke.

"Happened too often, this cycle has." Master Yoda said, sadly.

"Birth, rauma, Knighthood, Disappearance and repeat." Yoda sighed, rubbing his face.

"Almira, Jedi no longer, you are." He admitted to her.

"But, one last mission I have left for you." He added. He produced another holoprojector.

"Artyr Sym and Lira Su, Find both. They are alright, make sure." He finished.

"This to Artyr, Give." He said, handing it to her.

"His eyes only," Yoda instructed.

"Bring them back home, do not." He added finally. She frowned at this.

"Why?" She asked.

" Has been sensed, a great and evil cloud has been sensed, yes?" He asked. She nodded. Everyone felt it. Force powers diminished every day and then some. It was like the start of the end of the world or something.

"Not suffer this, they must. In hiding, better it is." Yoda said, seriously.

"You think something bad's going to happen, don't you?" She said, a knot forming in her stomach.

"Yes," He nodded, sadly. They sat in silence at the prospect of the coming darkness.