Sorry folks, I have started school again and therefor will be posting chapters less often. But the story is almost finished; about 3-5 more chapters I am predicting.

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The dinner went well. It was the best meal he had in a year. Moss had met the other Jedi, and the queen asked him to tell his story. They were all shocked when they heard that he had faced the Emperor and lived. After dinner, Trando gave Moss a datapad with the location they were to meet at in an hour. "You can get back to the room, Hooka. I think it would be best if you did," said Moss. Hooka protested. "But this is Jedi stuff. You will probably just fall asleep." Hooka's growls of protest echoed throughout the enormous hall they stood in the middle of. "Get!" Moss said, waving a hand in front of Hooka. The Wookiee walked off towards the room.

Moss turned on the datapad. The Palace's map flashed upwards in a three dimensional holo. A red line coming from the dining hall to the rendezvous room was leading the way on the map. A green dot indicated Moss. As Moss walked through the palace, the green dot moved through the miniature palace. Moss had arrived at the door and turned off the datapad. He placed it inside his robes inside pocket. His fur rippled and he pressed his ear against the door. Just barely, he could hear music. Moss decided to knock. No answer.

Moss opened the door. It led into a small room. Bookshelves lined the circular room. Not the kind at the Jedi Temple, these had real books in them. From the floor at the bottom of the book shelves, was a mystifying blue light, shining on them. In the middle of the room was Trando, cross legged, with his eyes closed. Along with the music, everything inside the room was peaceful and relaxing. Moss being in there, made him feel like he disrupted everything, but the feeling went on. The music was soothing. Chimes and tiny bells was what it was made up of. Moss couldn't find the source of the music, but it was at the right volume to maintain the serene feeling.

Moss did nothing but stand there. The door slowly closed behind him. Moss listened, drifting slowly into a trance, but he snapped out of it. The music was doing something to him. He was drifting again into the trance when the music changed. The change forced him to snap out of it. The lights turned blood red and the soothing chimes and bells disappeared and a feeling of mystery, sadness, and grim excitement flooded into Moss. Moss figured out what was going on. The music was controlling his emotions. The transition in the music was predictable, but Moss still wondered what the next note was going to be. The music was getting too much for him. He wanted to shout out, but found that he couldn't. Trando sat expressionless, still with his eyes closed.

Then the music changed again. The lights changed once again but this time they turned purple, and the feeling of sadness took over. The chimes were back, and they were accompanied by chanting. Moss didn't know what language it was in, but it made him gloomy. The last time he was this sad was when his master died. The song went on, filling him up to the brim with sadness. A tear came to his eye and streamed down his fur. It was like he was at a funeral. This was odd, because he was never at a formal funeral. Not even the ones that were for the Jedi who fell on Geonosis.

The music stopped, and the lights went out. Moss was no longer sad, but the darkness made it awkward for him. "Sorry about that. I didn't realize you would be on time. I expected you to be lost," said a voice through the darkness.

"That music…" Moss began, but he trailed off, thinking about what to say about it. Trando answered, but not the question Moss was going to ask.

"It helps me meditate. Welcome to my meditation room." The lights came back on. This time they were white and came from the ceiling instead of the floor. Moss quickly wiped a tear from his eye before Trando could see.

"Was that music sort of a story of before and after the Clone Wars?" asked Moss.

Trando looked at him, muddled. "Elaborate."

"Well, the part I walked in on could have symbolized peace of the Republic, when it was one whole," said Moss. "The transition was the Clone Wars, itself. It made me feel what everyone in the galaxy must have been feeling: sadness, because of the utter destruction and unnecessary loss of life, mystery, because no one knew what would happen next and they didn't know which side would be victorious, and excitement, because just with everything that was going on, it was coming to a point that it was overwhelming. And then, the ending was the fall of the Republic and rise of the Empire and the suffering of so many species thrown into slavery."

Trando thought about it. "That's interesting. I have never thought of it like that. Of course, you're not wrong, neither are you right. This song was composed before you or I were ever born." Trando stood up and stretched. "Now the reason why you are here."

"You said you wanted me to tell you everything I learned when I was on Bestine," said Moss.

Trando hesitated. "Ok, let's start with that."

"Did you have other things--," Moss was cut off by Trando who waved a hand. "Ok, I will tell you then." Moss stepped closer to the center of the circular room. "Well, first I can demonstrate them. I learned this first." Moss closed his eyes and concentrated. He flicked and then disappeared.

"Impressive," commented Trando. Moss reappeared. "Any others?"

"Yes, three. The second is something I discovered by accident." Moss concentrated again and a second image of him flickered and appeared. There were two Moss in the room. The second disappeared and Moss said, "Mind if I demonstrate on you?"

Trando looked at him seriously. "What are you going to do?"

"Just temporarily blind you," said Moss innocently.

"I will take your word for it," said Trando. "Any others you would like to demonstrate?" Moss hesitated. "Well…?"

"I can't do it. It would kill you," said Moss.

Trando jumped back. "Do you remember the rule about using Force powers?" asked Trando. His voice was calm, too calm. "It said that you could not use the Force to inflict pain or death to a living being."

Moss broke out crying, pleadingly he cried, "I am so sorry, I forgot. Living away from other Jedi has left me astray."

"Calm down!" roared Trando. "I will not tell anybody about what has just happened here, although I think some of the other Jedi can sense it in you. I could sense it in you at the spaceport. Just promise me that you will forget everything about the dark side power and any others you might know."

"It is the only one, I swear," said Moss.

"Excellent. Now I will teach you the Jedi equivalent to what ever you have learned," said Trando. For the rest of the night, they practiced the Jedi equivalent, Force Heal.