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The entire group gathered outside Tran's old workshop, at the little scorch mark where Cryos and the rest had appeared just the other day.

"So this is really goodbye, is it?" Tran asked Cryos.

"Afraid so." He shook Trans hand as Yoda watched on. "I think we've already changed time too much. Besides, Yamna is worn out." He smiled at his daughter, sleeping in Pahrac's arms. The Kelbrid and young girl were best friends, despite the fact that the snake-like alien resembled something out of a horror movie.

"Of our exploits, do you know in the future?" Yoda asked them.

"Even if we did, we couldn't tell you. If you knew your mistakes, you wouldn't make them and then the future we know might not happen."

"Ah… Always in motion, the future is."

"You don't know the half of it."

"Will we ever see you again?" Tran asked.

Kentra shook her head slowly. "Not personally, but you two have a big impact on us all. If it wasn't for you, I would never have met Cryos."

Cryos grinned at that. Yoda and the Skywalker line probably changed the galaxy more than most races had.

"Miss you, we shall." Yoda nodded his head as Cryos pulled Draco, Pahrac and Kentra in close.

Kentra smiled as a tear ran down her cheek and she pulled the stabilizer ring off her finger. Cryos did the same and pulled off Draco's as well. Pahrac removed both his own and Yamna's.

The night sky began to fade and the faces of the Jedi vanished, replaced by stark whiteness as the time stream caught them up in its flow once again and they were whisked off into the future.

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Off in the desert, in the Sith cave, a cold wind blew. Scattering the clothes of Dacban, and rustling the dark cloak of the badly burned Sith lord. As the wind blew, his hand moved slightly.

In a low orbit Darth Mange still lived. He had used his abilities to stabilize his orbit and then put himself into a hibernation trance, hoping that his master would save him.

The mummified hand of the Sith lord raised up and made a fist, and Darth Mange slowly began to fall. It took several long hours before he reached the ground safely, but when he did, he looked around for his master.

His master had vanished.

He wandered away from the cave, up onto the high mountain hoping to see his master from the top.

At the top, he saw a dark figure in tattered robes. "Master! I knew you were alive." He ran close and bowed as well as he could on the steep slope.

A raspy voice came from the dark rags. "My student…" The figure stood and pulled the hood low over its face before turning. "My Darth Mange, you always were my favorite. And now you get to serve me one last time. Are you willing to give anything for me? For the Sith? For the Dark Side?"

"Anything… Even my life…"

"Then rise." Darth Mange stood up. "May you die knowing that you Master will be avenged."

"What?" Mange started to ask before the Dark form of the Sith lord leapt upon him like a wild animal.

Mange screamed as long, jagged teeth sunk deep into his flesh and he pulled the cloak off his master.

The Sith lord looked up from his blood meal long enough for Darth Mange to look into his empty eye sockets and crusty, burnt skin.

Mange tried to scream one last time but was cut short by teeth digging into his neck.

Sometime long after the screams stopped the feeding ended.

The Sith lord stood up, once again whole and reformed. He looked down at his former student (who looked much like he had not long ago) and with a sound of disgust, gave him a little kick that sent him tumbling down the side of the mountain.

Mange's dried husk of a body shattered and crumbled on its way down, leaving nothing but dust at the bottom.

He felt a slight disturbance in the Force, and realized it was Cryos and the others returning to their own time.

The Sith lord smiled evilly, Cryos was in for a little surprise when he got home. And Darth Posh, master of the Dark Side, had almost a thousand years to get everything all set up…

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Luke Skywalker appeared in front of the battered companions "- luck!" He looked at them funny, not comprehending that they had left and returned before he could even finish saying goodbye. "You're back?" he asked.

"Ya, and pretty tired too." Cryos walked over to a small cot that had been set up for researchers studying the artifacts. He yawned and stretched out on it. "Regrowing your head takes a lot of energy."

"Regrowing your head!? What happened back there?"

Cryos sighed. "Kentra, could you tell him?"

Kentra started to tell Luke about the Dark Jedi in the past and fighting alongside one of Luke's distant ancestors, but the building was suddenly shaken by a small explosion. Cryos leapt up and out the door, almost tripping over his own feet in the process.

Outside, a distinctive ship was floating above them. When Kentra saw it she shrieked and hid behind Cryos. It was the Slave I, piloted by none other than Boba Fett, who had shot Kentra once, years ago.

"What are you doing here?!" Cryos demanded. "If you're after a bounty on us you know that not even you could hope to cash in on it."

There was a click as a loudspeaker activated. "Yes, I agree." Came the flat, emotionless response. Cool and calculating, Boba Fett would never try to anger Cryos again. He knew that not even the greatest bounty hunter in the galaxy could hope to tangle with Cryos and survive. "I have come here not to harm you, but to deliver a message."

"A message?" Asked Cryos. "Who would hire you to send a message?"

"Honestly, I don't know." Fett admitted. Despite being a bounty hunter, Boba Fett had an almost over-developed sense of honor. He rarely lied, even when it would help him. When he said something, you could believe him. Trust his words at your own risk though, for truth is not the same as safety. "Someone with more money than sense I suppose. Anyway, the message." There was another click and a new voice came on.

"Good afternoon, Cryos. You don't know my name, but you do know me. I am Darth Posh. You probably remember me as the Sith who almost beat you, then swore revenge. Well it's here. Or, more precisely, it's at the coordinates that Fett shall deliver to you. If you're wondering how I was able to deliver this message precisely when you arrived back, it seems that I absorbed quite a lot of your memories back there. So I know that by now you are practically vibrating with rage." The voice paused, then chuckled and continued. "But should you decide to not come and see your 'dear friend' Darth Posh, I have a few little tricks in place. "in precisely twenty-four hours from the beginning of this recording, bombs will go off in a wide scattering of planets. I don't want to give the fun away, but they include Corellia and Courosant, as well as many of the other more densely populated planets. The only way to stop them is to destroy me, but I assure you, it won't be as easy to kill me this time. After all, how do you kill someone who's already dead!?" The voice laughed again. "Fett, drop them that parcel and you may collect your credits. Cryos, twenty-three hours and fifty-nine minutes left. Better get a move on!"

A metal box dropped from the bottom of the Slave I. "Always a pleasure, Cryos." Came Fett's flat voice. "Just between us, I hope you win. Something in his eyes when he spoke to me was… hungry. It was unsettling. It's a feeling I'm not used to, and I didn't much like it."

With that, the Slave I turned off and flew away.