Sitting in a meditation chamber on Corellia a wave of Force energy sweep over him. The pain in his chest weighed so heavily that he knew it was not good news.

The comlink disturbed him and brought him back in the real world. Pressing the comm button on the wall,

"This is Jedi Investigator Garrett."

"Sorry to disturb you sir I have a priority transmission from the JedI Council for you," came the rather shaky voice.

"It's OK Lt., put it though.."

"JedI Knight Jason Garrett," came the voice of senior council member Relan Volkum, "We have some news for you."

"Yes I know - Master Faulkner is dead. The bonds of Padawan and Master run deep, sir."

"We need you to return to Coruscant for an assignment, we cannot discuss it over an open comm frequency."

"Very good sir, inform the council I will be there within 1 solar day. Garrett out."

Jason broke the comm signal. Looking up though the sky light towards the stars he thought, What have you got me into this time Master?

On leaving his chamber, Jason removed his personal comlink from his belt, "R4 prep our ship we're heading for Coruscant - best possible speed."

The short trip to the space port took Jason through the beauty of Corellia. Rebuilt after the Vong crisis, it had reclaimed much of it's elaborate skyline. A sprawling cityscape of industrial and recreational establishments. Much of Jason's work came from these streets. Being a JedI Knight and a CorSec officer was hard work juggling duty and commitment, but it was the choice he made.

Arriving at the Space port R4 had done a first class job prepping his heavily modified ETC-2 Interceptor ship. Back in the old Clone War days used by the Jedi, Jason had discovered one floating in the junk yards of the main space station orbiting the planet. Lovingly restoring and upgrading it so it has its own hyper drive rather than those clumsy rings.

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"This is Darkwing 1 to Temple control - permission to land. I have a priority recall from the council," Jason said as he flew into Coruscant atmosphere.

The wonder of the Coruscant skyline never escaped him. Before the Vong war it had been a sea of grey buildings in all directions. Now at the site of the former senate chambers and the Jedi Temple stood a large open park with a dome that housed plants from all over the galaxy. A symbol of unity amongst the galaxy-wide population.

"Darkwing 1, we are expecting you please proceed." came the reply.

Allowing R4 to conduct the landing Jason jumped out of the cockpit once touched down and walked purposefully to the council chambers.

An attendant stood outside the chambers. As he approached the doors were opened, allowing him access.

The room was dark and quiet. If he didn't know, better he felt it was a trap.

"JedI Garrett," came the disembodied voice from the darkness.

Jason looked around in the blackness, wondering why his JedI senses had let him down and he could not pick up anyone there.

Then the voice came clearer, "My former Padawan and good friend, hear me."

It was the unmistakable voice of his former Master Mark Faulkner. Then as if on cue, his shimmering outline appeared in front of Jason.

"Callista needs you help, I do not have much time so hear me well. She has been seduced by a Dark Lord of the Sith called Darth Moor. She is under his spell. Only you can bring her back, and bring her back to the Light. In the darkest moment when everything else fails, trust she will come through. I am trying to reach her but she is blocking me. She is suffering, she is in pain and feeling guilty over her choices. This has given her focus and anger. This has made her stronger than you have ever known her to be. Beware and be well."

Before Jason could ask a single question, Mark had gone. Instead of standing in the council chambers the attendant had his hand on Jason's shoulder.

"Sir, Sir, are you ok? You are keeping the council waiting."

What seemed like an hour had only been two minutes. Jason was still standing outside the council chambers.

Taking a deep breath he stepped inside.

This time seated in a three quarter circle were the twelve members of the JedI Council.

Senior council member Relan Volkum spoke first, "Thank you Jason for travelling here to see us."

"No problem, it is always welcome to be brought before the council," Jason replied

"What brings you to the temple, Jedi Knight Garrett?" Steffan Karrde asked

"I was under the impression I had been summonsed by the council," Jason quizzically replied

"We had not sent for you," Senior council member Relan Volkum looked in disbelief.

"Master, before entering this hall, I received a message through the Force from my dead Master, Mark Faulkner. JedI Knight Callista is in trouble. Is this not so?" Jason stated

"Yes that is true but is also classified."

"Well Masters, may I ask that I be assigned the duty to investigate this matter. To bring her back if possible?"

Master Vandor spoke, "JedI Masters," standing turning to his fellow members, "Can we allow this? Both Jedi Knight Callista and Jason shared Mark as their Master. They have both shown a deep connection within each other. With Master Faulkner gone and Callista's supposed turning, can we risk this Knight going alone on such a dangerous mission?"

Silence feel over the chamber. Master Kiae Quon Dei broke the peace, "Jedi Knight Garrett, you have given us much to think over. This council has to meditate over your request. Wait in your quarters till called for."

"Yes Master, thank you." Jason bowed as he walked backwards out of the chamber.

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It was several hours later when Jason was woken by a chime on the door to his quarters.

"Yes?"

"The council are ready for you sir," came the reply.

So Jason donned his robes, looking striking in his regal blue tunic, light blue vest and trousers. His robe was of the darkest blue with the Cor Sec crest over the back. As he stood to leave he again lost sense of time and the image of his Master stood before him.

"The council has denied your request, this I have foreseen. there is someone on the council that does not wish you to embark on this quest. Be wary I sense lies and deceit. I also sense the shroud of darkness over the council. Not everything is as you may see it. You must defy the council to learn the truth of this matter. Events have now placed two missions before you. One you can do alone, the other will require help." With that and again without giving time for questions, Master Faulkner disappeared.

And, true to his word, Mark was right about the council.

"Masters how can you say this, how can you not allow me this mission? Has anyone explained how I was called here?" Jason's response bordered on anger.

"The council has made it's decision young one and you will follow," Vandor barked back.

"If the council will not sanction this, then it gives me no other choice than to consider laying down my title within the Order and giving my full attention to Cor Sec."

"You cannot do this! Council members please place this Knight into protective custody before his actions threaten us all." Vandor stood from his chair and walked towards Jason. "You will come with me NOW!"

Jason jumped back in a somersault, landing just in front of the door. Is this what the council wanted? Jason thought. This is not what he expected. Indeed something larger was going on here. Mark was right.

Backing through the door with his hand firmly on one of his two Lightsabers, he waited for the door to close then took his Lightsaber and ignited it's brilliant green blade, fusing the doors together. That won�t hold them long he thought and ran at top speed to his ship on the landing platform.

"R4 prepare for emergency take off and charge shields and weapons. Jam all comm channels except this one till we are airborne," Jason ordered.

Well this is another fine mess you got me into Callista so you better not disappoint me.