Ben looks at his new friends and sees the fear in their eyes at the things he had told them. He can see Rostek pacing by the fireplace, and Nejaa just looks grim. He does feel slightly guilty at not telling them everything, at not telling them that he was dating Valin's granddaughter, but Ben figured the story of the Galactic Civil War would be hard enough to swallow.
Finally Nejaa speaks. "Why would we believe you?"
Ben knew it would come to this sooner or later, and focuses his attention fully on the older man. Ben still has a trump card to play, as Nejaa is not wearing his robes, and was not introduced as a Jedi, but Ben knows who he is. "You are a Jedi, you would know if I'm lying."
As he says that, he can feel the hostility in the air. Especially coming off of Scerra. "We don't know what you're talking about."
He smiles at her and shakes his head. "That's okayu Scerra, because I do. He is Nejaa Halycon and you are Scerra Halycon, the biological grandparents of one of the Masters of the Jedi Order, Corrran Horn."
Then a hypercom unit goes off, and Nejaa walks to the other room to answer it and begins talking in hushed tones.
Ben turns his attention back to Scerra. "What would it take to make you believe me?"
From the doorway Nejaa speaks up. "I believe you."
Everyone turns towards him, but it is Scerra who speaks. "What happened?"
"That was the Jedi Temple; the Separatists have declared their intentions to secede from the Republic. Apparently there was a rather large battle between the Jedi and Separatist forces on Geonosis, a lot of the Jedi were killed."
Ben frowns. "Was that all?"
Nejaa shakes his head. "No, I've been recalled to Coruscant. Rostek, I need you to take care of my family for me."
Rostek nods his head.
Scerra rushes over to Nejaa, and grasps his tunic. "No! Don't go. You heard Ben; if you leave you don't come back."
Nejaa sadly shakes his head. "The future is always in motion, besides if he said I left, then I already have."
Ben looks up from where he had been staring at his feet. "It's worse than that."
Everyone looks towards him and Rostek speaks. "How is it worse?"
"Do any of you know about Chaos Theory?"
Syal answers. "Yes, it's a mathematics and physics theory, detailing things like if a flitnat flaps his wings in the northern continent that the resulting wind will turn into a tornado in the southern continent."
Ben smiles at her, and sees a blush creep into her face. "Exactly! History must play itself out as if I never appeared or else my grandfather and father may not be exactly who they need to be at the right time to stop the Sith."
Ben turns his gaze towards Nejaa. "So what I'm saying is that even if you meet my grandfather out there, then you can't just cut him down. And you have to go out there, because you may meet him."
Ben looks from one person to the next in turn.
First it is Nyche and Valin, he notices the silent strength they both display, even as she unconsciously clings to him.
Then he focuses on Nejaa and Scerra, her death grip on Nejaa's tunic oddly reminiscent of the grip Nyche has on Valin. They are more in control of their emotions than the younger couple; surer of themselves, but Scerra is already grieving for her husband.
Next is Rostek, who has once more taken up his pacing. An angry scowl on his face as he works through the implications of everything he has learned this evening.
Finally he focuses on Syal. For all the wildness she exhibited when he first met her, the constant questions, the standing in the open-air speeder as they traveled here, it is she that is most scared.
And in her fear and worry, she is biting at her bottom lip, making her look just that much more like his Jysella. Her fear, her resemblance to Jysella, all those little things are just breaking his heart all the more. Without thinking, he walks over to her and wraps her in a hug, kissing the top of her head the way he has often done to Jysella in the past.
She clings to him, glad for the warmth and security he offers. He whispers down towards her. "It will all be all right in the end."
Nejaa's voice intrudes on Ben's thoughts. "You speak of certainties, when there is still much we don't know."
Ben looks up from Syal without letting her go, focusing on Nejaa. "The Force is my ally that is all the certainty which I need."
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A Meditation Room of the Jedi Temple, Coruscant.
Yoda is deep in thought and meditation. The Force has been swirling for days. Something has happened, is going to happen, something which the Force tells him is inevitable. Finally coming closer to consciousness he hears the whispered voices of the two other Jedi in this room with him.
Then he hears a deep breathing, it sounds mechanical, metronomic, dark, and ominous. Yoda opens his eyes, wondering what it means.
Obi-wan Kenobi speaks up as he looks between Mace Windu and Yoda. "I have to admit that without the clones, it would have not been a victory."
Yoda scoffs at that. "Victory? Victory you say? Master Obi-Wan, not victory. The shroud of the dark side has fallen. Begun the Clone War has."