CHAPTER 9
Yoda spent most of his time after the senate hearing in his quarters, organizing the development protocols for the Clones now kept in the Temples Medical-Research Labs and all the while R2 slept in his personal recharge port. Only ten months until they are ready to be hatched! The thought had just dawned on him, but that truly depended on the individual clone's progression during the gestation period. Luckily Forewoman Antilles and the Board of High Chancellors had allowed the Order to contain the replicas until the point where they would no longer need to rely on stasis tubes. After such a time, it was agreed by the Galactic Assembly, for any Force sensitive Jedi to remain under the care of the Jedi. Any of the other clones who did not meet these standards were to be returned to their respective decedents. If a non-Jedi clone did not have any living biological relatives, they are to be put up for adoption under regulation of the Jedi High Council. Fortunately after Council Member, Master Dyaz, sent out a copy of each clone's files to the every governing body in the Republic, only One hundred and five of them turned out to have no living family, but many of those governments' dignitaries offered to take in the replicas themselves. Leaving a sparse forty clones that the Council would have find homes for, which left Master Skywalker with even more reports to file not to mention all the personnel databanks he would have to create for Master Librarian Tebon Flobe to store in the Jedi archives. Only taking time to sleep, eat or meditate. Yoda would have been locked away in his abode at the Temple for almost a full week, If Master Chevacca and Master Oden didn't decide to pay him a visit. The door slid open, and the friendly Jedi Masters strolled into Skywalker's room. "How are the documents coming along Yoda?" Dorshe' asked in her simple calming voice as she and Chevacca took a seat on a small couch across from the work area in the dull blue and grey room. "Their arriving very slowly." He rotated his chair to his fellow Masters, noting that the Wookiee's hair was braided back in a new manner, as opposed to the last time he saw him. "Training the clans how to braid hair again Master Chevacca?" "Actually I believe this clan took a much more unique approach compared to the last I time I let them. They decided it would be much more efficient if they were to overlap after they had already double braided." "Well it's very comforting to know that my son could always pursue a career as a hair dresser, if he doesn't follow the path of a Jedi." Dorshe' added as she patted her stomach simultaneously "You already know the gender of your child?" a questioning look fell onto the two male Jedi's faces. "Isn't it a little early for fetal scanners to detect your baby's sex?" She eyed Skywalker, thinking that he should know better than to ask an expecting Jedi mother such a question. "When one is attune to the force they do not need such tools to tell what they can already perceive." The room then filled with friendly chuckles as they shared in the obvious nature of that last comment. The laughter soon died down and Chevacca brought more news to Yoda's attention since his temporary absence from the Council. "Have you heard?" "Heard what?" "The Council has approved for Grem Venad to undergo the Trials of Jedi Noble." This information continued to please Master Skywalker's heart. "This is excellent news, Grem will make a great Jedi Knight!" He smiled. "When is the affirmation ceremony to be held?" "Tonight, before first rise." Dorshe' praised. "That's what brought us here to you, the entire Council should be present for this event." "You are correct my friend, I should be there for Venad for if not for his bravery on Kamino, I might not be here now." He dazed off as he thought back to that fateful duel on the water world and how the skilled Vurk managed to bring down his Rodian opponent before any harm came to Skywalker or Romdel. "Besides I could stand to get away from all this paper work for one night." "Well that's good to hear." Chevacca quickly returned back to the first topic. "Have you yet to identify the clone's templates" "Gradually I have stumbled on to a few of the Jedi clones names, but as of now I'm doing my best to find suitable candidates for adoption of the non-force sensitive replicas. "The bearded man began to chuckle. "My own ancestors and I wouldn't be any the wiser." "Hopefully we will have all the clones in the lab sorted out." Dorshe' eyes grew of possible intrigue. "There's no telling what historical heroes we have in our possession, we could learn so much from just their very presence alone." "And then there is the Prophecy!" Chevacca added. "With the Sith raising itself from the grave we will need to keep tract of every one of those Replicas. They more than likely know the story of the Old Sun as well as we do, which makes everyone of those unborn beings a target for evil." The Master's intuition startled Master Skywalker, he could sense that Dorshe' understood this possibility before hand, for she only bowed her eyes to her abdomen as Chevacca spoke. He also wished to bring up a question to the Wookiee's attention to which he regreted asking. "Chevacca" he caught the hairy ones focus. "Back on Kamino, the Sith you battled with, I feel as though I sensed his presence before. Did you know him?" the Jedi bit at his sharp teeth. "Yes Yoda, I do know who it was. It was Bretew." Shock had almost overcome Master Skywalker, Dorshe' simply sat there lost among the twos discussion. "Who is Bretew?" She asked to her friends. The Wookiee began rub his left arm, Yoda sympathetically understood why for he was there when he had lost it before. Chevacca bowed his head in pain as he explained who exactly this dark assailant was. "Bretew was a Jedi master." This brought a bitter taste to master Oden's mouth. "Not just that, he was my Master." The bile continued to rise in her mouth, even Master Skywalker started to be ill by hearing this again. "When I was a Padawan, I and Bretew were sent to Kintan, his home world. To settle a minor trade dispute, but what I didn't know was that the dispute was between a small Gamorrean mining company and my Master's family, a family of entrepreneurs trying to make it big in the galaxy. Except their methods were illegal, they attempted to smuggle raw materials from the company and were caught red-handed." Dorshe' interrupted. "Was this before the advancements in matter-synthesizers?" "Actually this was just before, which is why the dispute became so heated. One day I and my former Master talked the two parties into a meeting to settle the feud. But Bretew's family was not happy with the proposal the Gamorreans offered them. They instigated a fight, and one of the Gamorreans pulled a weapon on Bretew's family and killed his Sister." The Jedi's eyes hardened as he continued on. "My old Master in an act of vengeful rage striked down the Gamorean who shot his sibling, and killed the others as well, knowing that his actions were wrong I confronted him with my Lightsabre. We fought long and hard, but one of his brothers brandished a weapon of their own and shot me while we clashed, diverting my focus long enough for Bretew to slash his blade through my arm." Chevacca grabbed him limb to remind him it was still there. "But he spared my life, ordering his family to leave me for dead, and completely abandoning The Jedi by doing so." He closed his eyes so as to recenter his feelings around the Force. "I managed to find the Jedi watchman at the time for Kintan, Saliv Romdel, and he informed the local government of what happened as he found my way to a hospital to treat my wounds." "Luckily for Chevacca, that facility had just received the new technology needed to genetically reproduce his new arm." Skywalker made clear to the now informed Oden. "I was out of field commission for two months, until I found Master Rayner to help me complete my training." "Bretew was the first Jedi master to leave the Order in three hundred years, and no one knew of his whereabouts until that fateful night on Kamino." Yoda stated. "But he was not the last, ever since Bretew left the Jedi there have been six other disappearances of Force sensitive individuals before they could begin to receive Jedi training." "Yes I know, I spoke to each of their representative homeworld leaders to apologize for their loss, and again for our inability to recover the kidnapped victims." Dorshe's mind then returned to that night on Kamino. "If my memory serves me right, two of those victims were a pair of twin boys from New Alderaan." She looked over to Yoda, knowing that he had thought against an identical duo of Sith warriors. He met her eyes then realized the impact of her words. "The Sith." "They are the ones responsible for those kidnappings, which can only mean that they are trying to do one thing." "They are attempting to amass an Army for the Dark side." This new epiphany on the Masters was unsettling in their minds, and as hard as they might try to wish it away, they can not escape that gut feeling of truth. "We must not let this happen, the Order has come too far to let itself fall to the dark side again!" the Wookiee growled.
Master Skywalker could do nothing but concur. "Chevacca is right, after the ceremony I wish to call the Council together. We will need to discuss this matter in better detail so we may prepare ourselves for an incursion."
Chancellor Antilles sat in her large plush arm chair centered in the study room of her penthouse which overlooked Coruscant's cloud cutting skyscrapers and delicious sunset. Surrounded by hand picked colors of calm velvet purples and light silvers, this chair had saved her back from the enduring pains that followed after her long twelve hour work schedule. Why does this retched planet run on a thirty eight hour day calendar. She kidded to herself as she slinked farther into her favorite piece of furniture, knowing very well that unlike most individuals, she got four of those eight day weeks off to herself. If you could consider managing a family between maintaining a galactic legislature time off. Majel Antilles was a proud mother of two beautiful healthy offspring, a boy Rian of eleven years age and a curly red haired daughter Suezan, six years younger than her brother. Every day before she would go to the Senate building, Majel would see her husband, Wil off to work after breakfast then she would leave the children in care of her trusted Nanny droid, 'Pearl'. Valuing self education over institutional. The Forewoman took assurance that her children would be safe at home with the beloved robot, but she always set time away from her work to spend time with her family, going to 'Grand park' in the Nemanti district or going to holo-shows at the projection theatre in the complex adjacent to her own apartment building. Majel also feared that her children would become lonely, so when ever she could, she would send Rian and Suezan to join in on community youth activities. This also gave Antilles more time to savoir with her handsome husband. She loved him dearly, and he in return loved her she knew through the testament of time that they were meant to be together. Any other engineer probably couldn't stand to be married to a politician, but he did and she didn't ever want to stop thanking him from it. She sunk even deeper into her soft chair as she heard the door open from behind her, dreading it might be the children wanting to play with mommy after a long day of even more dreadful paper work. She buried her face into a pillow, stating in her best diplomatic voice. "Not now children. Mommy is very tired, she'll come play with you in a." she yielded herself to the strong hands that snuck themselves onto her shoulders, realizing that they could only belong to the one person who could always rub her the right way. "Long day at the office again Mae?" he was the only person who called her by that silly nickname, he knew she hated it but she loved him enough for easing tensions to let it go this time. "You of all people should know I have no short days at the office any more." She lifted the cushion from her face so she could kiss her husband's lips. Her eyes met her lovers as they parted. "Where are the children?" Asleep, the three of us spent the entire day at the Jedi zoo in the New Ossus district while you were at work. Little Sue couldn't get enough of the baby Reeks that hatched in the new exhibit." "Hmm that's nice." she murmured as her husband squeezed next to her in the armchair. She nestled her head into her partner's chest and began to drift away. "How was your day?" she peered at him as if she thought he actually wanted to know. "Busy, I spent most of the morning reviewing legislative reports from a few concerned members of the Assembly. Most of which focused on the issue of the 'Old Republic' clones." "I see!" Wil began to drift as well. "Ever since the Jedi discovered those replicas, my job has been increasingly more stressful." Her voice began to reflect a more discouraging tone. "Tomorrow I have to go to the other side of the planet and join Master Oden as she gives a status report to the chief administrative board of science for the united districts guild. It will be her last act as Jedi representative before she goes on a temporary leave of her duties." "Why is she going on leave?" he raised an eyebrow, even though Majel couldn't see his reaction with his head propped on top of hers. "You haven't heard?" she remarked, "Dorshe' is expecting to have a child, poor woman, it's like a blessing left from her late husband." "Are you sure it is her husband's?" she elbowed her lover's inopportune, insensitive gut, and finally met his eyes with her own. "Yes I'm sure! Jedi marriage vows are much more devotional than the average traditions of the Republic. When a Jedi picks a mate, they remain bonded till even beyond their partner's passing, besides even if they weren't Jedi Dorshe' loved Pacres too much to ever commit such an act." "Your right" Wil yielded to his wife's superior grasp on logic, and embraced her once more as a non-verbal apology. The Odens became good friends to the Antilles family after the couple risked their own lives to save their daughter from falling out of a public transport, part of why the children now undergo home schooling. "I owe her too much to think in such a manner." "Yes you do! But enough about my day! How was yours?" "Tedious, all I did was over see a shipment of survo-capasitors that took away from most of our work schedule, because Jimne Write forgot to release the docking clamps." He took out an exhale of frustration. "When will that boy ever learn?" "As soon as his supervisor learns!" She giggled in that childish giggle that Wil Antilles fell in love with. "Why you little." he took the pillow she used to cover her face earlier and forced it back into its prior location, and that's when the feathers started to fly!
"I can't believe it!" Mortep was in complete rage as he slammed his fists against his useless hyperdrive engine. "I have spent the past twelve days toiling on this engine, taking it apart piece by piece and then putting it back together in every possible configuration and for what? Nothing!" the Weequay was correct, after the attack by the Republic fleet, the Lucky Bantha had seen her final day. "Platog, how are the repairs coming on the communications array?" "What Communications array?" the grease covered Dug said as he held the remnants of what was the comm. system in his tiny lower left hand. "We lost a majority of our communications system in the attack we couldn't send a signal to the Bridge if it were still there." "Well thank you for reminding me of our pleasant situation Platog! Now go see if you can fix something!" the Dug mumbled something in his native tongue to Mortep, but the pirate captain was to busy trying to defy death to even care about listening to his subordinate. "This is it!" He said to himself. "This is how I'm going to die. All these years of plundering, building up investments, and I'm not even going to get the chance to enjoy my retirement." He began to pull his laser staff to his temple. "Well no use in dying slowly, I'll just save time the trouble." Platog entered the room just before he could pull the trigger. "Mortep a ship just entered the area from Hyperspace!" "What?' he lowered the gun from his head and turned to the three foot grey being. "How do you know a ship is entering the area if are sensors are still down?" "Yes." He began to point to one of the small view ports as a large crimson ship entered its frame. "But we still have windows!" Mortep peeked out the port, and reached for his weapon once more. "The Republic, they've returned to finish us off!" "Mortep its been almost two weeks since the republic first attacked us, why would they have spent so much time to hunt us down when we have remained adrift as long as that?" the Weequay gave him a distasteful cock eyed look. "To make us suffer of course." The Dug returned the look with one of dull disbelief. Knowing full well that Mortep had lost his senses to cabin fever "That's a scout ship you dimwit! It wasn't even part of the Fleet that attacked us. They were most likely making a run of the nearby system and picked up the signs of our leaking ion containers, but hay if you want to take on a ship full of Republic officers that's fine with me. I'd prefer to let them take me back to Coruscant and face a court rather then spend another day in this oversized scrape hulk with a loon like yourself." The Dug then took one of his mighty lower arms and punched Mortep in the nose and the much larger man simply fell unconscious. "Consider that my breach of contract." And the leather skinned creature walked to their one remaining docking port to await his reluctant capture.
Yoda spent most of his time after the senate hearing in his quarters, organizing the development protocols for the Clones now kept in the Temples Medical-Research Labs and all the while R2 slept in his personal recharge port. Only ten months until they are ready to be hatched! The thought had just dawned on him, but that truly depended on the individual clone's progression during the gestation period. Luckily Forewoman Antilles and the Board of High Chancellors had allowed the Order to contain the replicas until the point where they would no longer need to rely on stasis tubes. After such a time, it was agreed by the Galactic Assembly, for any Force sensitive Jedi to remain under the care of the Jedi. Any of the other clones who did not meet these standards were to be returned to their respective decedents. If a non-Jedi clone did not have any living biological relatives, they are to be put up for adoption under regulation of the Jedi High Council. Fortunately after Council Member, Master Dyaz, sent out a copy of each clone's files to the every governing body in the Republic, only One hundred and five of them turned out to have no living family, but many of those governments' dignitaries offered to take in the replicas themselves. Leaving a sparse forty clones that the Council would have find homes for, which left Master Skywalker with even more reports to file not to mention all the personnel databanks he would have to create for Master Librarian Tebon Flobe to store in the Jedi archives. Only taking time to sleep, eat or meditate. Yoda would have been locked away in his abode at the Temple for almost a full week, If Master Chevacca and Master Oden didn't decide to pay him a visit. The door slid open, and the friendly Jedi Masters strolled into Skywalker's room. "How are the documents coming along Yoda?" Dorshe' asked in her simple calming voice as she and Chevacca took a seat on a small couch across from the work area in the dull blue and grey room. "Their arriving very slowly." He rotated his chair to his fellow Masters, noting that the Wookiee's hair was braided back in a new manner, as opposed to the last time he saw him. "Training the clans how to braid hair again Master Chevacca?" "Actually I believe this clan took a much more unique approach compared to the last I time I let them. They decided it would be much more efficient if they were to overlap after they had already double braided." "Well it's very comforting to know that my son could always pursue a career as a hair dresser, if he doesn't follow the path of a Jedi." Dorshe' added as she patted her stomach simultaneously "You already know the gender of your child?" a questioning look fell onto the two male Jedi's faces. "Isn't it a little early for fetal scanners to detect your baby's sex?" She eyed Skywalker, thinking that he should know better than to ask an expecting Jedi mother such a question. "When one is attune to the force they do not need such tools to tell what they can already perceive." The room then filled with friendly chuckles as they shared in the obvious nature of that last comment. The laughter soon died down and Chevacca brought more news to Yoda's attention since his temporary absence from the Council. "Have you heard?" "Heard what?" "The Council has approved for Grem Venad to undergo the Trials of Jedi Noble." This information continued to please Master Skywalker's heart. "This is excellent news, Grem will make a great Jedi Knight!" He smiled. "When is the affirmation ceremony to be held?" "Tonight, before first rise." Dorshe' praised. "That's what brought us here to you, the entire Council should be present for this event." "You are correct my friend, I should be there for Venad for if not for his bravery on Kamino, I might not be here now." He dazed off as he thought back to that fateful duel on the water world and how the skilled Vurk managed to bring down his Rodian opponent before any harm came to Skywalker or Romdel. "Besides I could stand to get away from all this paper work for one night." "Well that's good to hear." Chevacca quickly returned back to the first topic. "Have you yet to identify the clone's templates" "Gradually I have stumbled on to a few of the Jedi clones names, but as of now I'm doing my best to find suitable candidates for adoption of the non-force sensitive replicas. "The bearded man began to chuckle. "My own ancestors and I wouldn't be any the wiser." "Hopefully we will have all the clones in the lab sorted out." Dorshe' eyes grew of possible intrigue. "There's no telling what historical heroes we have in our possession, we could learn so much from just their very presence alone." "And then there is the Prophecy!" Chevacca added. "With the Sith raising itself from the grave we will need to keep tract of every one of those Replicas. They more than likely know the story of the Old Sun as well as we do, which makes everyone of those unborn beings a target for evil." The Master's intuition startled Master Skywalker, he could sense that Dorshe' understood this possibility before hand, for she only bowed her eyes to her abdomen as Chevacca spoke. He also wished to bring up a question to the Wookiee's attention to which he regreted asking. "Chevacca" he caught the hairy ones focus. "Back on Kamino, the Sith you battled with, I feel as though I sensed his presence before. Did you know him?" the Jedi bit at his sharp teeth. "Yes Yoda, I do know who it was. It was Bretew." Shock had almost overcome Master Skywalker, Dorshe' simply sat there lost among the twos discussion. "Who is Bretew?" She asked to her friends. The Wookiee began rub his left arm, Yoda sympathetically understood why for he was there when he had lost it before. Chevacca bowed his head in pain as he explained who exactly this dark assailant was. "Bretew was a Jedi master." This brought a bitter taste to master Oden's mouth. "Not just that, he was my Master." The bile continued to rise in her mouth, even Master Skywalker started to be ill by hearing this again. "When I was a Padawan, I and Bretew were sent to Kintan, his home world. To settle a minor trade dispute, but what I didn't know was that the dispute was between a small Gamorrean mining company and my Master's family, a family of entrepreneurs trying to make it big in the galaxy. Except their methods were illegal, they attempted to smuggle raw materials from the company and were caught red-handed." Dorshe' interrupted. "Was this before the advancements in matter-synthesizers?" "Actually this was just before, which is why the dispute became so heated. One day I and my former Master talked the two parties into a meeting to settle the feud. But Bretew's family was not happy with the proposal the Gamorreans offered them. They instigated a fight, and one of the Gamorreans pulled a weapon on Bretew's family and killed his Sister." The Jedi's eyes hardened as he continued on. "My old Master in an act of vengeful rage striked down the Gamorean who shot his sibling, and killed the others as well, knowing that his actions were wrong I confronted him with my Lightsabre. We fought long and hard, but one of his brothers brandished a weapon of their own and shot me while we clashed, diverting my focus long enough for Bretew to slash his blade through my arm." Chevacca grabbed him limb to remind him it was still there. "But he spared my life, ordering his family to leave me for dead, and completely abandoning The Jedi by doing so." He closed his eyes so as to recenter his feelings around the Force. "I managed to find the Jedi watchman at the time for Kintan, Saliv Romdel, and he informed the local government of what happened as he found my way to a hospital to treat my wounds." "Luckily for Chevacca, that facility had just received the new technology needed to genetically reproduce his new arm." Skywalker made clear to the now informed Oden. "I was out of field commission for two months, until I found Master Rayner to help me complete my training." "Bretew was the first Jedi master to leave the Order in three hundred years, and no one knew of his whereabouts until that fateful night on Kamino." Yoda stated. "But he was not the last, ever since Bretew left the Jedi there have been six other disappearances of Force sensitive individuals before they could begin to receive Jedi training." "Yes I know, I spoke to each of their representative homeworld leaders to apologize for their loss, and again for our inability to recover the kidnapped victims." Dorshe's mind then returned to that night on Kamino. "If my memory serves me right, two of those victims were a pair of twin boys from New Alderaan." She looked over to Yoda, knowing that he had thought against an identical duo of Sith warriors. He met her eyes then realized the impact of her words. "The Sith." "They are the ones responsible for those kidnappings, which can only mean that they are trying to do one thing." "They are attempting to amass an Army for the Dark side." This new epiphany on the Masters was unsettling in their minds, and as hard as they might try to wish it away, they can not escape that gut feeling of truth. "We must not let this happen, the Order has come too far to let itself fall to the dark side again!" the Wookiee growled.
Master Skywalker could do nothing but concur. "Chevacca is right, after the ceremony I wish to call the Council together. We will need to discuss this matter in better detail so we may prepare ourselves for an incursion."
Chancellor Antilles sat in her large plush arm chair centered in the study room of her penthouse which overlooked Coruscant's cloud cutting skyscrapers and delicious sunset. Surrounded by hand picked colors of calm velvet purples and light silvers, this chair had saved her back from the enduring pains that followed after her long twelve hour work schedule. Why does this retched planet run on a thirty eight hour day calendar. She kidded to herself as she slinked farther into her favorite piece of furniture, knowing very well that unlike most individuals, she got four of those eight day weeks off to herself. If you could consider managing a family between maintaining a galactic legislature time off. Majel Antilles was a proud mother of two beautiful healthy offspring, a boy Rian of eleven years age and a curly red haired daughter Suezan, six years younger than her brother. Every day before she would go to the Senate building, Majel would see her husband, Wil off to work after breakfast then she would leave the children in care of her trusted Nanny droid, 'Pearl'. Valuing self education over institutional. The Forewoman took assurance that her children would be safe at home with the beloved robot, but she always set time away from her work to spend time with her family, going to 'Grand park' in the Nemanti district or going to holo-shows at the projection theatre in the complex adjacent to her own apartment building. Majel also feared that her children would become lonely, so when ever she could, she would send Rian and Suezan to join in on community youth activities. This also gave Antilles more time to savoir with her handsome husband. She loved him dearly, and he in return loved her she knew through the testament of time that they were meant to be together. Any other engineer probably couldn't stand to be married to a politician, but he did and she didn't ever want to stop thanking him from it. She sunk even deeper into her soft chair as she heard the door open from behind her, dreading it might be the children wanting to play with mommy after a long day of even more dreadful paper work. She buried her face into a pillow, stating in her best diplomatic voice. "Not now children. Mommy is very tired, she'll come play with you in a." she yielded herself to the strong hands that snuck themselves onto her shoulders, realizing that they could only belong to the one person who could always rub her the right way. "Long day at the office again Mae?" he was the only person who called her by that silly nickname, he knew she hated it but she loved him enough for easing tensions to let it go this time. "You of all people should know I have no short days at the office any more." She lifted the cushion from her face so she could kiss her husband's lips. Her eyes met her lovers as they parted. "Where are the children?" Asleep, the three of us spent the entire day at the Jedi zoo in the New Ossus district while you were at work. Little Sue couldn't get enough of the baby Reeks that hatched in the new exhibit." "Hmm that's nice." she murmured as her husband squeezed next to her in the armchair. She nestled her head into her partner's chest and began to drift away. "How was your day?" she peered at him as if she thought he actually wanted to know. "Busy, I spent most of the morning reviewing legislative reports from a few concerned members of the Assembly. Most of which focused on the issue of the 'Old Republic' clones." "I see!" Wil began to drift as well. "Ever since the Jedi discovered those replicas, my job has been increasingly more stressful." Her voice began to reflect a more discouraging tone. "Tomorrow I have to go to the other side of the planet and join Master Oden as she gives a status report to the chief administrative board of science for the united districts guild. It will be her last act as Jedi representative before she goes on a temporary leave of her duties." "Why is she going on leave?" he raised an eyebrow, even though Majel couldn't see his reaction with his head propped on top of hers. "You haven't heard?" she remarked, "Dorshe' is expecting to have a child, poor woman, it's like a blessing left from her late husband." "Are you sure it is her husband's?" she elbowed her lover's inopportune, insensitive gut, and finally met his eyes with her own. "Yes I'm sure! Jedi marriage vows are much more devotional than the average traditions of the Republic. When a Jedi picks a mate, they remain bonded till even beyond their partner's passing, besides even if they weren't Jedi Dorshe' loved Pacres too much to ever commit such an act." "Your right" Wil yielded to his wife's superior grasp on logic, and embraced her once more as a non-verbal apology. The Odens became good friends to the Antilles family after the couple risked their own lives to save their daughter from falling out of a public transport, part of why the children now undergo home schooling. "I owe her too much to think in such a manner." "Yes you do! But enough about my day! How was yours?" "Tedious, all I did was over see a shipment of survo-capasitors that took away from most of our work schedule, because Jimne Write forgot to release the docking clamps." He took out an exhale of frustration. "When will that boy ever learn?" "As soon as his supervisor learns!" She giggled in that childish giggle that Wil Antilles fell in love with. "Why you little." he took the pillow she used to cover her face earlier and forced it back into its prior location, and that's when the feathers started to fly!
"I can't believe it!" Mortep was in complete rage as he slammed his fists against his useless hyperdrive engine. "I have spent the past twelve days toiling on this engine, taking it apart piece by piece and then putting it back together in every possible configuration and for what? Nothing!" the Weequay was correct, after the attack by the Republic fleet, the Lucky Bantha had seen her final day. "Platog, how are the repairs coming on the communications array?" "What Communications array?" the grease covered Dug said as he held the remnants of what was the comm. system in his tiny lower left hand. "We lost a majority of our communications system in the attack we couldn't send a signal to the Bridge if it were still there." "Well thank you for reminding me of our pleasant situation Platog! Now go see if you can fix something!" the Dug mumbled something in his native tongue to Mortep, but the pirate captain was to busy trying to defy death to even care about listening to his subordinate. "This is it!" He said to himself. "This is how I'm going to die. All these years of plundering, building up investments, and I'm not even going to get the chance to enjoy my retirement." He began to pull his laser staff to his temple. "Well no use in dying slowly, I'll just save time the trouble." Platog entered the room just before he could pull the trigger. "Mortep a ship just entered the area from Hyperspace!" "What?' he lowered the gun from his head and turned to the three foot grey being. "How do you know a ship is entering the area if are sensors are still down?" "Yes." He began to point to one of the small view ports as a large crimson ship entered its frame. "But we still have windows!" Mortep peeked out the port, and reached for his weapon once more. "The Republic, they've returned to finish us off!" "Mortep its been almost two weeks since the republic first attacked us, why would they have spent so much time to hunt us down when we have remained adrift as long as that?" the Weequay gave him a distasteful cock eyed look. "To make us suffer of course." The Dug returned the look with one of dull disbelief. Knowing full well that Mortep had lost his senses to cabin fever "That's a scout ship you dimwit! It wasn't even part of the Fleet that attacked us. They were most likely making a run of the nearby system and picked up the signs of our leaking ion containers, but hay if you want to take on a ship full of Republic officers that's fine with me. I'd prefer to let them take me back to Coruscant and face a court rather then spend another day in this oversized scrape hulk with a loon like yourself." The Dug then took one of his mighty lower arms and punched Mortep in the nose and the much larger man simply fell unconscious. "Consider that my breach of contract." And the leather skinned creature walked to their one remaining docking port to await his reluctant capture.