Chapter: 21 Pieces in Motion

"For what is a wave but a multitude of ripples?"

Sparks across the galaxy! After the defense of Manaan, Republic troops confiscated canisters of kolto without the planet's populace knowing. Having noticed where the healing agent was last seen, Padawan Elsa Dellian confided in Senator Padmé Amidala to discuss a plan of action. On the planet Kamino, Elsa's sister Anna has helped a clone pass his final exam. However, she struggles to comprehend where her own recognition lies. As each sister takes further steps into a larger world, a deadly crisis emerges...

Meliz Sumar was one of the finest sabersmiths in all of the Jedi Order. Though he wasn't the most physically fit...nor the most talkative, Meliz was a legend in her own time. A confident grin lay brandished across her lips. She let her smithing speak for her as she constructed a vast array of hilts while service droids hovered around. Emitters, pommels, and focusing cores dangled above her workspace as Jedi of all ages came seeking guidance. Prospective smiths would sometimes watch Meliz work and attempt to mimic her style. She always took it as a compliment and never ceased bettering her craft. As Meliz finished welding an access plate, she sensed a familiar presence entering her workshop. She exaggerated her raised brow and proclaimed, "By the Force. Can it be my favorite Jedi of the seas?"

Master Chaki bowed. "Mel, my good friend. How goes it?"

"Mostly assembling saber staffs for the newest temple guards," Meliz replied. "That and replacement hilts for reckless Padawans."

The Selkath winced and rubbed his scaly head. "And what about clumsy masters?"

"Toman," Meliz intoned and examined his bare belt. "What did you do? Where is your saber?"

"I was captured on a mission," Chaki confessed. "My captors relieved me of my weapon and I wasn't able to retrieve it."

"Most Jedi aren't," Meliz remarked. "Trust me, I've heard it all. From 'I dropped it.' to 'a sarlacc ate it.' Sometimes those excuses are in the same sentence. But losing a lightsaber due to capture is actually quite common. The thugs who are fortunate enough to get their hands on such a powerful weapon either cut themselves with it...or sell it on the black market so another idiot can cut themselves with it." Meliz scrolled through a datapad to find the hilt model she was looking for. "Now then, are you looking at replacing the same model or trying something new? Cause if you're feeling adventurous, I've got a curved hilt in the works that'll make your Form II shine."

"I'm not really sure," Chaki admitted.

"Perhaps you'd like to upgrade to a double-bladed lightsaber then?" Meliz suggested. "No one's going to capture, let alone surround you with one of those spinning in your hands."

The Selkath huffed. "Maybe coming here was a mistake. I felt pressured by my fellow Jedi to get my weapon replaced as quickly as possible, but I'm enjoying my freedom. It's let me take on a new perspective for peacekeeping."

"Well I'm happy for you," Meliz replied. "Just don't expect me to relate. I mean, I am a sabersmith after all."

"I'll let you know if I change my mind," Chaki assured and bid his old friend farewell. As he turned, he accidentally bumped into a young Pantoran. "Goodness," the Selkath gasped. "I'm so sorry, lass. Didn't see you there." He continued on his way as Tori Vica dusted off her shoulder.

She knelt before Meliz's workbench and placed her ravaged lightsaber pieces on top of it. As Meliz examined the scorch marks streaking across her metals, Tori finally dropped her kyber crystal in the center. "Let me guess," Meliz muttered. "A training folly?"

Tori took a deep breath and uttered, "Something like that." She looked to her elder with conviction burning in her golden eyes. "I need a new one," she said. "It needs to be stronger."

Meliz scratched at her afro and quipped, "It's only going to be as strong as you are."

"Then I am not strong enough," Tori intoned.

Meliz noticed the anguish tearing at Tori from within and offered a smile. "Well, I'm sure a good saber will help. Let's find what works best for you, young lady." When she noticed Tori starting to come around, Meliz continued. "You just want to achieve," she said. While Tori was confused, the Pantoran noticed that Meliz was looking deeply into her eyes as she spoke. "How could you not? You're such a powerful Padawan with enough potential to make you a legendary master some day. Yet, you are lost now. You don't know how to get there and that scares you."

Tori bit her lip and looked around the room. Upon seeing that it was only them, she whispered, "Yeah."

Meliz nodded solemnly. "I'm sure the pressure from this new Padawan Tournament...erhm...Corellian Cup...doesn't help." Tori shook her head as Meliz took the youth's hands. "But fear not, young lady. You must remember one of our key principles."

Tori pondered for a moment before responding. "There is no emotion, there is-"

"No not that one!" Meliz jokingly shut her down. "I'm talking about the principle that no matter how lost you feel, a Jedi is never alone. Others in the Order will always stand by you."

Tori hung her head shamefully as she considered her own master. How wrong the concept of Jedi camaraderie felt when it was her own master who destroyed her lightsaber. Yet, it was done to make her stronger? All of it was so mind-splitting to Tori.

"Someone in this temple hasn't been so kind to you, have they?" Meliz asked and caressed Tori's palms. "Someone you look up to."

"How are you doing that?" Tori asked and avoided her question. "I mean, I know how you're doing it. But how?"

"Force empathy," Meliz explained. "I can sense emotional states, hidden feelings and motivations. Almost all Jedi can, but we're all tethered to the Force on different levels."

"Could you see beyond those feelings?" Tori asked. "Could you find secrets in a person's mind? Weaknesses?"

"At my adeptness?" Meliz considered. "I could, but I choose not to. Unless of course I believe someone is in danger of hurting themselves or others. We Jedi are given great power, Padawan...but we must be honorable with it." Meliz started examining the broken saber parts to formulate ideas on a replacement. "So tell me about yourself. Your name would be a good start."

"Tori Vica," the Pantoran blurted.

"That's a bold name," Meliz admired. "Very symbolic."

Tori's eyes widened. "You know?"

Meliz placed the scorched pommel down and nodded profusely. "Oh yes. Tori, Pantoran for 'the goddess' gift.'Now I don't expect you to know of the Vica family, since you were probably recruited into our order young." Tori nodded in agreement. "Let's just say you should be very proud of your tattoos. From what I hear, the Vica family of Pantora uses it wealth and influence to help the underprivileged. The only reason I know about it is because the Vicas even have charities that extend here to Coruscant. I know we're not supposed to reconnect wth familial ties, but I do think we all deserve to know a little something." She could sense hidden joy emerging within Tori.

Tori gently caressed her cheek and took pride in her facial markings. It was nice to have a human respect her heritage for once, especially after the anti-human rhetoric that Master Krell had unloaded on her. "Thank you," Tori uttered. "Miss...um...Master-"

"Call me Mel," she insisted. "What kind of forms do you specialize in, Tori?"

"I mostly practice Form III," Tori admitted.

"You sound somewhat embarrassed," Meliz replied. "Soresu is a noble form for brilliant minds. Being overly defensive allows you to silently observe your opponent's maneuvers."

"What good is observing my opponent if they're just going to beat me anyway?" Tori mumbled.

"If you talk like that, you've already lost. We're all learning here. While you adapt to the situation, do not abandon a form that has gifted you so much. Now then, where do you feel you are weakest in battle?"

"As soon as I go on the attack," Tori answered without hesitation. "I get overwhelmed and my form falls to pieces. So much so, that I mean literally in my last duel. I felt utterly humiliated to have my own blade knocked from my hands."

Meliz's hand started to hover over prospective lightsaber parts. "Have you considered a reverse grip?" she queried.

Tori raised a brow. "You mean Shien?"

Meliz nodded. "You sacrifice gripping the blade with two hands, but your strikes are quicker and harder to counter."

"Wouldn't that make it easier for someone to disarm me if I'm just holding the weapon in one hand?" Tori asked.

"Allow me to answer your question with a question," Meliz chuckled. "Did you ever consider that you were always gripping your saber with both hands too tightly to begin with?" Tori opened her mouth to speak, but was at a loss for words. "Exactly," Meliz said with a snap of her fingers and picked out several pieces.

Tori's brows furrowed as curiosity got the best of her. She leaned over the workbench as Meliz sorted out fresh pieces. "What are you-"

"You'll see," Meliz insisted. "I'm experimenting...crafting. I've listened and sensed what it is you need. If you meditate on your feelings, it can only help me perfect my creation."

Tori obliged and bowed her head before the workbench. She gave in to her emotions in an attempt to connect with them. The sting of Krell's insults mixed with Anna's as she felt herself shoved between both. Her anxieties manifested wildly enough for Meliz to peer up from her work. "You carry great pain," the sabersmith whispered. "While it tears at you from within, I sense something steadying your path." Tori smiled faintly as she thought about Surk the Zabrak. "A best friend, perhaps?" Meliz grinned as Tori nodded.

"Surk and I have always had each other's backs since we were kids," Tori explained. "If you messed with one of us, you got both of us."

"Most admirable," Meliz complimented while a droid handed her a welding piece. "Padawan Vica," she announced. "The blade I forge for you will be one of sturdiness, yet versatility. It won't be a symbol of your dedication to this order, but rather a friend you can count on. Its design is a rarity...one as unique as the markings across your face. When you wield this lightsaber, you will feel most secure with yourself. You will not fail this weapon, nor will it fail you. You will learn and grow together." Tori was absolutely mesmerized by Meliz's words. The sabersmith spoke so calmly yet was confident enough to inspire her to greatness. Tori was beyond ecstatic to glimpse the saber and attempted to peek beyond the desk.

"May I...see it?" the Pantoran asked.

"Of course," Meliz replied. "After all, you must be the one to finally assemble it. Reach out with the Force," she told her. Tori extended a hand above the workbench as shiny, black pieces floated into view. Each elegant, intricate component swirled around Tori's kyber crystal as she guided it into an energy chamber. As each part slid into place, she felt herself reinvigorated to begin anew. Meliz proudly watched on until she noticed Tori struggling with unfamiliar components. She used the Force to help the Padawan equip a perpendicular handle into the hilt. Once the blade was fully fastened, it hovered into Tori's hands as she inspected its peculiar design.

At first, she was unsure how to hold the lightsaber. Its extra handle jutting out at a ninety-degree angle seemed inconvenient. "Change your perspective," Meliz instructed. "Instead of clasping the weapon as you typically would, hold the handle."

"Okay," Tori answered worriedly but relented. She loosened her grip on the weapon and dared to spark it up. Bold, blue plasma ignited from the hilt as Tori practiced swinging it around. "Is the blade supposed to be shorter?" she asked.

Meliz nodded. "It's a guard shoto. Some might call it a lightsaber tonfa. The shorter blade's going to permit your close-quarter, Form III defenses and also let you get in some quick attacks. You may need to start studying Form IV. Ataru's aggression could come in handy, especially since you can spin that."

"I can what?" Tori blurted. Meliz chuckled and flipped a switch on the guard shoto. She snickered watching Tori marvel over the saber's ability to spin from its handle. "That's so...unique."

"It's so you," Meliz complimented. "But having a revolving blade means sometimes it'll be behind you. You're going to have to study Shien as well, but I wouldn't suggest reverse-grip if I didn't think you couldn't handle it."

"I can't thank you enough," Tori said while swinging the blade. Her balance was off and she nearly tripped. "I'll learn everything I can. Shien, Ataru...all of it." Tori noticed Meliz squinting at her stance and rubbing her chin. "What is it?"

"Something's still not right," Meliz diagnosed. "But...it could be overwhelming."

"I can handle it!" Tori snapped to Meliz's surprise.

Meliz bit her lip. "It's something your master might have to approve first."

"Trust me, he doesn't care."

"I've been known to get overly ambitious," Meliz fretted.

"Master sabersmith," Tori called to her and bowed. "I am willing to do whatever it takes to achieve maximum efficiency with this gift you've given me. Whatever challenge you worry may be too overbearing, I swear to you is nothing compared to the failure I will feel for walking away from it. Please search my feelings, you know it be true."

Meliz took a deep breath and answered, "Alright then." She beckoned one of her droid assistants to her. "GM-1," she ordered. "Be a dear and unlock my kyber depository."

"What's that about? Tori asked.

"If a saber is lost, it's not always mandatory for a Jedi to take another pilgrimage to Ilum. I keep many crystals here to build replacement and experimental sabers. Many of them are actually donations from the Jedi Exploration Corps. You can find the most beautiful specimens on Dantooine, Jedha, or even a planet as far off as Mygeeto."

"Forgive me, but I'm still confused." Tori admitted. "Why do we need another kyber crystal?"

"Are you familiar with Jar'Kai, young lady?" Meliz queried. "I believe it's the answer to getting your technique balanced."

Tori thought for a moment until she realized what exactly the form was. Jar'Kai was the very combat style that Master Krell excelled at. If she could study it, perhaps she could be just as fearsome. "Dual-wielding," Tori answered as a smile snuck across her lips. "Of course."

"Congratulations cadets and prospective leaders of the Republic," El-les announced. The clones of Gold Squad stood at attention as the Arcona bestowed a graduation medal upon each of their uniforms. Once the last award was received, El-les gave the squad a salute and said, "At ease." The clones rejoiced in their victory while Blazer peered down at his medal. The distinct star and and vibrant ribbons prompted a toothy grin to flash across his face.

While the Jedi observed from the hall, Mattias couldn't help but admire the clones. "The Republic couldn't ask for finer soldiers," he said.

"While I agree," Anna replied. "I can't help but wonder, shouldn't I be getting a medal too?"

"It was recognition enough that you go to partake in their final test," Mattias chuckled.

"Maybe for you all," Anna sighed and trudged over to the clones. She shrugged off her own doubts and punched Blazer's arm. "Nice going, Sarge."

He lightly punched her back and chuckled. "Thanks, kid. Never thought I'd say this...but I couldn't have done it without you. So what's next for Commander Dellian?"

Anna scoffed. "If only I was called that. I'm afraid it's back to training for me."

Blazer cackled. "Eh, you're already a master in my book."

"What about you?" Anna inquired. "Where will they send you?"

"Wherever the Republic needs its best sergeant," Blazer quipped ever so humbly. "I've gotta get me some shiny new armor first and see what unit I'm deployed to." Blazer's smile faded as he placed a sincere hand on Anna's shoulder. "I really do hope I see you again, kid. You've got a hell of a spirit in you. If I cared to imagine what a Jedi should be like, it'd be you."

"Jeez, Blazer." Anna huffed. "I don't know what to say."

"That's what I like about you," Blazer admitted as he made for the door. "You let your actions speak for you."

"Actually!" Anna snapped. "I do know what to say! If you're ever stationed on Corellia or hear about a Padawan tournament there, I'm shooting to compete in it!"

"I'll keep that in mind! Good luck and may the Force do whatever it does!" Blazer hollered before the doors shut behind him.

Anna's energy simmered with the sealing of those doors. She sulked as her new friend departed to begin his own journey in service of a greater good. Whether their paths crossed again or not, Anna couldn't permit herself to forget him. Like her, Blazer was one among so many working towards a common goal. But like him, Anna had to be willing to stand up and speak out about what she believed in. She thought closely on that meaning as she and Mattias bid the instructors farewell. They recollected their cloaks from Taun We and made for the landing platform. The lack of thunder and lightning was downright bewildering as sunlight shimmered across the doors.

Master Shaak Ti stood outside and basked in the rare sunbeams. "No matter how minacious the skies can seem," she spoke calmly. "There is always peace beyond the clouds. Such is the same for life, my friends. I hope you have enjoyed your rest from the chaos in our galaxy. Always remember to find peace in your daily lives."

"Of course," Mattias replied with a bow. "Thank you for your hospitality, Master Ti."

"Yeah," Anna murmured as Ti and Mattias glowered at her.

Anna and Mattias' ascent into their corvette was awkwardly silent. She slouched about in the co-pilot's seat as Mattias ascended through the clouds and into the blackness of space. Before he typed in any hyperspace coordinates, he turned to address his Padawan. "You want to talk about back there?" he asked.

"What's there to say?" Anna huffed. "We came, we did...we left."

"Your farewell came off as cold and rather disrespectful to Master Shaak Ti," Mattias intoned.

"I'm sorry, did that reflect poorly on you?" Anna countered.

As Mattias held his breath, he bit back the frustrated scolding he wished to unleash. Instead, he exhaled his anger and adopted a tranquil approach. "This isn't about me," he assured. "I'm concerned about you."

"Then that would be a first," Anna scoffed only to cringe. She instantly regret her impulsive answer as Mattias shook his head.

"How can you say that to me?" Mattias asked. "I have stood by you only seeking your betterment. I am frequently concerned about you. Now please, tell me what this is really about."

"I feel like I'm just here," Anna admitted as she folded her arms. "You say you're seeking to better me and I believe you. But, I'm not seeing the fruits of my labors. I don't feel recognized despite all I've done."

"You must also acknowledge that some of your deeds would be reprimanded if the council knew about them fully." Mattias' comment made Anna's eyes widen. She wondered how much he knew until he continued. "We chose to pursue Frollo and help the Rovani people. Fortune favored us that Officer Souz was willing to cover our involvement."

"It's just frustrating," Anna grumbled. "I want to start really making a name for myself. I know we as Jedi are all about service, but there has to be a way to go about both. Please, master. Try to see where I'm coming from."

Mattias stroked his beard and hummed in thought. "The opportunities are present, but you feel like you're still standing in someone else's shadow."

"Right!" Anna exclaimed with a clap of her hands. "I am more than just a spare! No offense to Elsa...or Blazer...but can it ever be about me?" Anna thought about her words. "And be legal?"

"Well that last part is on you," Mattias quipped. "But I think I can help." He accessed the corvette's database and browsed several communication links. "Unless you're in any rush to get back to the temple."

"I'd rather be training in the field than running the same obstacle courses," Anna jeered.

"In that case, there's no greater act than that done in the service of others," Mattias declared. "This galaxy is filled with turmoil and it's our duty to help where we can. I'll see if I can find an operation for just the two of us."

"I like the sound of that," Anna assured.

"Let's see what's going on out here in the Outer Rim," Mattias mumbled while turning dials. "It appears a Republic medical station was attacked while orbiting Felucia!" Anna's excitement was short-lived as Mattias kept reading. "Scratch that. Master Kenobi reports that he, Skywalker and his Padawan saw to it. Nothing salvageable. But apparently they're hitching a ride home with bounty hunters? The antics of those three never cease to amaze me."

"But what about our antics?" Anna snapped. "We need to be making a name for ourselves."

"I'm doing my best, Padawan. Just when you think you've found your way, life will throw you onto a new path," Mattias intoned until he found a blipping alert. "Hold on. I think I've got something." Anna leaned over his shoulder as he read over an emergency briefing. "By the Force," Mattias grieved.

"By the Force what?" Anna asked with rising anticipation.

"A pandemic's broken out across Rodia's western hemisphere. The effected cities are under lockdown and the Republic has sent a detachment to aid local efforts."

"But," Anna insisted. "It sounds like they could use extra...Jedi assistance."

"I couldn't agree more," Mattias replied. "We can take that. Who's going to argue with more help? Let's buckle up and set a course for Rodia. You remember the trick I taught you to remember hyperspace coordinates?"

"How could I forget?" Anna grumbled. "With how many times you repeated Scarif's, I still see S-15 in my sleep."

Mattias laughed to himself before locking in the coordinates and making the jump to lightspeed.

The sun had set over Coruscant, marking an end to any utopian ideals. As darkness fell across the bustling city, so too did the shadow of crime. Everything from common thievery to political bribery occurred in the deepest hideaways of a sleepless system. But amidst the chaotic corruption plaguing the Republic's capital, there were still those willing to defy it. They spoke up for those who lacked a voice, and stepped into places where a Jedi might be too noticeable. Padmé Amidala was no stranger to sneaking about. She'd had to evade capture from the Trade Federation when they invaded her planet many years ago. Since then, her methods of stealth had been finessed. She'd often utilized them for uncovering political crimes and even found herself mixed in the war at times. Tucked away in a bulky, obscure set of cloaks, Padmé swiped through a datapad while Bail Organa piloted their speeder. She zoomed in on an image featuring a docking bay in broad daylight. She scrolled through its staff and noted their teal uniforms with yellow armbands.

"These men and women match Elsa's description," Padmé said.

"Which would mean this allegedly confiscated kolto is in docking bay 44," Bail replied. "That puts it very close to the senatorial complexes of the upper city."

"I have every reason to believe the Padawan," Padmé said. "Elsa is a noble Jedi, but this information is concerning about what it may mean for the chancellor. What would he want with kolto canisters and why lie to the senate about them?"

"What if there's a middle man we're unaware of?" Bail suggested. "Or another party altogether? Chancellor Palpatine is, for the most part, an honest man. Perhaps someone impersonated him and gave the order for that kolto to be stolen."

"With the amount of corruption in all ranks of government these days? That wouldn't surprise me in the slightest. We need to confiscate that kolto and present it to Chancellor Palpatine. It's the only way to clear any of this up."

"I take it you have a plan?" Bail inquired. "Because while I do support you, I don't know how well my back can support hauling canisters.

Padmé humored him with a smirk and nodded as their speeder entered the upper city. "We don't necessarily have to secure the kolto. Think of it as reconnaissance. If we can find enough proof, we can take it before the senate and-" Padmé noticed Bail's wince. "What?" she asked.

"If we find the kolto, it could allude to a deeper conspiracy in the senate." Bail theorized. "We don't know who else is involved. Should we find any evidence, we should take it up with the Jedi."

"Agreed," Padmé replied.

"I'm going to set us down a sector before the docking bay," Bail said. "Padmé, did you hear about the crisis happening on Rodia?"

"I did," Padmé grieved. "Senator Farr put out a distressful plea for Republic aid. I do hope he's fairing well."

As Bail parked the speeder, Padme withdrew a blaster pistol from her sleeve. Though it was always a last resort, she liked to know that her sleek...ELG-3A was functioning properly. She concealed the weapon and joined Bail outside. The brisk, midnight breeze struck against her cloak as she pulled up a scarf. Bail's navy blue, leather jacket helped him blend in with the various shadows casting down from skyscrapers. A short cap shrouded his face and he wore a tinted visor over his eyes.

"As far as anyone knows," Bail said. "We're just civilians out for a walk...past midnight...by a secured docking bay."

Padmé easily read behind his words. "Having second thoughts?" she asked.

"There's always that aspect of danger when delving into this element," Bail admitted. "At least I know back at work the deadliest its going to get is when a proposal gets shot down. Nevertheless, someone has to take a stand. If we aren't willing to search where others won't, who will?" He pat a bulge in his lower back as Padmé made out a pistol's shape.

"Glad to have you along," she said.

The duo remained on guard as they neared docking bay 44. Chainlink fences stretched from the nearby platform as silhouettes danced behind them. "That's a lot of staff for a night shift," Bail whispered.

"We have to get a closer look," Padmé suggested.

"Or we could reach a vantage point," Bail considered. "We could look in from above."

"The only tall structures are too far off to get any solid evidence. I need to get in there. Can you give me a boost?"

Bail crouched and cautiously observed a guard trudging by the fence. His heart sank when he noticed the long, jet black blaster swaying from his hips. "You'll be on your own if I do that. How will you get out?" Bail asked.

"You have to trust me," Padmé assured. "And if I need help...well...you'll hear blasterfire."

Bail gingerly hoisted Padmé over the fence and she landed on her tiptoes. Though initially straining, Padmé gently brought her weight down to her heels and snuck towards the nearest crates. She tried her luck and examined the labels. Nothing but food ration packets and serving supplies. A series of footsteps sounded from around the corner and Padmé ducked. The armed guard from earlier came strutting by and leaned over the crates. His fiery red mustache dipped across his pasty complexion. Padmé peeked from beside the crate as the guard nervously observed his surroundings. He seemed more paranoid about being discovered than she was. Padmé watched on as the guard withdrew a cyan vial from his pocket. He uncapped the peculiar container and proceeded to snort its contents. Padmé grimaced as the man winced and twitched. He grunted and huffed until a euphoric smirk emerged on his face.

"Zaryl!" A beastly voice hissed. Padmé took cover as the man cowered. A hulking, black-scaled reptilian stomped over and snagged him by the collar. With savage claws and razor-sharp teeth, the vicious Trandoshan closed in to sniff the guard's face. It brandished a sadistic grin and said, "Death sticks, Zaryl? Really?"

"I can stop anytime I want, Chief Runko." the lowly guard stuttered.

"That's what all you druggies say," Runko growled. "Humans...weak in body and willpower. Now quit screwing around. Your late for the meet up." He dragged Zaryl across the docking bay and deeper into the darkness. "Damn deathsticks. That trash is going to clog my senses and I just whiffed it. Can't imagine how it's frying your brain."

Padmé caught her breath and was grateful she wouldn't have a monstrous Trandoshan sniffing her out. She stuck to the shadows and followed the sound of Runko's skidding claws. What started as a simple tailing grew in complexity as more figures converged on the center. A guard caught a glimpse of Padmé's shadow and called out, "Yo Vivi! Is that you? I thought you said you were checking the fences first?" Thinking quickly, Padmé slid into a low-lying, sideways cylinder and went prone. She held her breath as a pair of boots stepped in front of the cylinder's opening. "Vivi?" the man asked. "Vivi!"

"What?" a woman hollered before her boots came into view. "Karabast, it's like you're calling for your mother. I was checking the gates."

"I thought I saw someone here," the guard said.

"Are you on deathsticks like this winner over here?" Zaryl's imbalanced feet stepped over while Runko's claws tread dangerously close to Padmé's location. Other guards stood nearby as Vivi continued. "It looks like we're all accounted for and the fences are secure. You're good to go, Chief Runko."

Padmé discreetly slid a finger to her vambrace and activated a recording device. While she wasn't communicating to Bail, she could at least relay information to him. "Listen up," the Trandoshan began. "The client's getting impatient."

"Which one?" Vivi joked.

"The one," Runko intoned. "And we all know he's got a lot more influence than anyone in this stinkhole Republic. We mess this up, you can guarantee each and every one of us will be dead. We need to get the goods offworld before someone catches on."

"Woah woah," Vivi interrupted. "How the hell do you plan on doing that? The Coruscant Guard's got restrictions on exportations. You try shipping out those canisters, especially after suspicions have been raised and your asking to get boarded."

Runko hissed. "You Twi'leks are pretty, but you ain't too bright."

Padmé listened in as Vivi drew her blaster on Runko. "I'll show you bright when I put a laser through your skull, sleemo!" Her scream sent the rest of the crew into an uproar as each took a side on the matter. All of the interference made it hard for Padmé to record and she was forced to lean closer.

"Look," Runko snarled. "All I'm saying is what the client wants and that we need a solid plan to see it through if we want to live. Luckily, we have a large time window. We're going to lay low through the week and wait for traffic to pick up. We'll use a day of bustling transportation to get this stuff moving in the chaos, even if we have to cause a little of it ourselves." His group cackled until a series of incessant barks set them off.

"The hell is that?" Vivi asked.

Padmé's eyes widened as she recognized the sound. It was the distinct bark of a massiff, the same canine used across the galaxy as a watchdog. She'd heard its calls and growls before from Geonosian handlers when she was captured years ago.

"It looks like Killer got something." Zaryl remarked.

"Well," Vivi intoned. "Let'em loose." Padmé's heart raced as she heard a chain unclip. The massiff's claws scraped across the platform as it sniffed and snarled about. "What is it, boy?" Vivi asked. "Someone here?" Padmé heard the Twi'lek cocking her blaster. The senator slowly started shimmying towards the back of the cylinder to plan her escape. If what she'd heard about massiffs was true, she'd be done for once it caught her scent. Once she exited the cylinder, there'd be no turning back. She'd have to bolt for it in the hopes of not being spotted. If Padmé was discovered, the entire operation would be foiled.

She was nearly out of the cylinder when the massiff shoved its snout through the hole. Padmé bit back a gasp as the canine growled in her face and barked profusely. As the creature's claws barely missed her, Padmé instinctually reached for her pistol. "I think Killer got something!" one of the guard's shouted.

"Maybe it's Zaryl's death stick stash," Vivi joked. The Twi'lek tried to pull Killer away, but the massiff was hellbent on grabbing Padmé. "Come on, you damn mutt. Move!"

"Hey!" a belligerent voice howled.

"Oh now what?" Vivi scoffed. She and the rest of the crew turned towards the fence to see Bail pulling away at it. The group approached him while partially concealing their weapons.

"Salutations," Bail muttered while feigning intoxication. "I...um...Is this the Jedi Temple? I'd like to file a complaint."

Runko and Vivi exchanged irked glances. "Beat it, bum." the Trandoshan warned. "Before you get hurt."

"Before I get hurt?" Bail hiccuped. "You Jedi don't have to pay taxes. That already hurts. And you know what I think?"

"I'm sure you'll tell us anyway," The violet-skinned Twi'lek scoffed.

"I think you should all find the nearest sarlacc pit and jump in. Pay some...taxes while you're at it." Bail waved a finger at Runko through the fence. "Hey lizard...can you spare anymore of your people's ale. That stuff really...hits the spot."

"I'll deal with this drunk," Vivi assured. She stomped back to the cylinder and angrily yanked Killer by his collar. She forced the massiff up against the fence so he would roar at Bail. With the attack dog and guards distracted, Padmé slipped out of the cylinder and bolted for the adjacent fence. She hurriedly scaled an assortment of crates and vaulted out of the docking bay.

Once she was clear, Bail concluded his inebriated performance with a yelp. He forced himself to fall backwards and fled down the street while the corrupt officials laughed. He got himself out of sight only to be startled by bumping into Padmé. "Nice save back there," she whispered as they sped back to their vehicle.

"I just hope that degradation was worth it," Bail replied while still catching his breath. "From what I overheard, those thugs didn't reveal much. Sure, they're dirty but they didn't provide much evidence to go off of. This client they're working for may not necessarily be the chancellor. And we still don't know if the goods mentioned are related to the alleged kolto canisters."

"It's like you said, Bail." Padmé answered. "They're could be someone else framing Palpatine and any evidence we find should be taken up with the Jedi." Padmé stared determinedly at her recording device. "We've done our part for now and need to trust in them to pursue our lead."

Elsa stood blindfolded as the nighttime breeze brushed against her. She reached out with the Force to sense her surroundings. As she stepped forward, she focused on maintaining her balance atop the thin railing. "That's it," Yelena said. "Connect with the world around you, for it's as alive as you are." Elsa didn't respond and remained dedicated to her breathing. "Good," Yelena complimented. "Don't let distractions cloud your senses. Let them pass through as any noise would." Yelena pressed a remote to activate a swarm of seeker droids. The spherical units emitted a distinct whooshing sound as they orbited around Elsa.

"What are those?" Elsa asked as her brows furrowed.

"Let your senses speak for you, even when facing the unknown." Yelena answered.

Elsa sighed and subjected herself to a deeper level of concentration. She flinched as one of the droids zipped past her ear. "They're machines," Elsa deduced.

"But are they friends...or foes?" Yelena asked. Elsa sensed a series of mild heat signatures from each metallic presence. On instinct, she activated her lightsaber and steadied herself for balance. "Excellent," Yelena admired and set the droids to offensive mode. One of them fired a non-lethal laser over Elsa's head. She swung her saber towards the sound and then returned to neutral position. "Stretch out with your feelings."

"No thank you," Elsa muttered to her master's surprise. Another seeker fired as Elsa missed. This time, the laser struck her arm with a sting. She quelled her frustration with a deep breath and flourished her saber. She listened intently as one of the seekers hovered in front of her. As its laser primed, Elsa raised her saber and hurriedly twirled it. The blade dipped as a laser came zipping towards her. Elsa smiled as she perfectly deflected the blast. "There we go," she whispered before a laser struck her in the back. The sting threw her off balance and she tumbled from the railing.

Yelena sighed and powered down the seekers. "Even temporary victory can be a distraction," she lectured. Elsa groaned and dejectedly removed her blindfold. "Shall we try again?" Yelena asked and offered a hand.

Elsa peered at her master's palm before returning her gaze to the floor. "What's the point?" she asked. "I already know the outcome." She glared at her lightsaber and scoffed. "More confusion. More hypocrisy. I just don't get it."

"Padawan?" Yelena asked.

"I'm sorry, master." Elsa said. "It's just that things aren't making sense to me lately. Regardless of its reasons, all I see is lying in the name of some self-imposed righteousness in our senate. Meanwhile in our home, the Jedi are doing that to each other. Don't have emotion, but be compassionate. No attachments, yet care for someone. Even now you tell me 'Stretch out with your feelings.' I'd love to but frankly, I don't know what that means for a Jedi. I don't even know if the Jedi themselves know or if its something made up."

Yelena shook her head. "Elsa-"

"What if we are no different than the senate?" Elsa asked. "And we're just waking up every day to live out more lies? Jedi generals...Peacekeepers spearheading military operations."

"These are trying times," Yelena assured. "But think of the tyranny we are fighting. If the Jedi didn't stand up to the Sith, there would be even greater suffering."

"Where is the kindness, master?" Elsa asked. "Where are the guardians I believed in who fought for peace?" She gasped and tugged at her braid. "By the Force, do I hear myself? Fight for peace? Do the contradictions ever end?"

"They do," Yelena intoned. "They do, my Padawan." The elder took a seat beside her and thought for a moment. She tried putting an arm around Elsa, but she slid away. Instead, Yelena observed the temple's moonlit garden until a certain section caught her eye. "Look, Elsa." she said. "You see those blueblossoms over there?" Elsa observed the spritely bushel and nodded. "Those are my favorite flowers, and not just because their from Aren like us." The end of her comment caught the Padawan's attention. "But they're persistent little flowers. They endure the harshest climates and still, they show up fully grown...petals out for all to see. Now, there's plenty of other plant life in this courtyard. Each plant blooms on its own and people will judge it as such. Sure, to some commoners they may see one blue flower and think that's all of them. There might even be a weed or two in the mix. But at the end of the day, a truly remarkable blueblossom is still thriving."

"What if the blueblossom wants to fix the whole garden?" Elsa asked.

Yelena bit her lip before answering. "She's gonna need a big shovel. A lot of plants have deep roots that may never change, but she doesn't have to start with thinking about such a massive picture. You don't have to carry the weight of the galaxy on your shoulders. Elsa I-" Yelena thought carefully on her next choice of words. "Let's just say you're a better Jedi than most of us. Especially myself. I don't think there's a single malicious fiber in your body, and for that I envy you."

Elsa's raised a brow and asked, "You...envy me?"

Yelena shook her head woefully. "I'm not proud of it. But I'm just in pain, Padawan. However, this pain was put in place long before you came into the picture. If I could wipe my mind and start over, I'd do it in a heartbeat. I'd live as freely as you do, but that's not the hand I've been dealt. I'm sorry I'm not the perfect master and I can't guarantee I'll get things right."

"We're both works in progress," Elsa replied. "Mentors and students teach each other."

Yelena nodded respectfully as an idea formed in her head. "You know what I think we blueblossoms need?" she asked as Elsa tilted her head. "Let's lose ourselves in acts of service. What nobler path is there than to try and piece part of this broken galaxy back together again?"

Elsa smiled faintly and rose to her feet. "Shall we try again?" she asked and offered her master a hand. Yelena grinned at the gesture and merrily accepted.

Yelena dusted her robes off upon rising and examined her datapad for details. "Let's see what's happening across the stars." Elsa stargazed while Yelena scrolled through communication links. "I'll see if I can find us something far. Like in the Outer Rim."

"Isn't it extra dangerous out there?" Elsa worried.

"Depends on the planet," Yelena replied. "But look at it this way. The further out, the less of a Jedi influence there is. Which typically means people could use a little extra hope in their lives." Yelena's eyes widened. "Plus you can find danger anywhere. It looks like the Separatists have launched an attack on Malastare and that's in the Mid Rim...Wait a moment." Yelena activated a flashing file. "This is from right here in the Galactic Senate, but has ties to the Outer Rim." Upon opening the file, the image of a Rodian flashed across the screen while audio played.

"This is Senator Onaconda Farr of Rodia. My people have fallen victim to a terrible plague and we are in dire need of assistance. As my top specialists race to find a cure, we request as much help as we can get. To my allies at the Jedi Temple, we could certainly use the Force on our side. Please, hurry."

"A plague?" Elsa reiterated. "That's terrible. We have to help those Rodians."

"And we will," Yelena replied. "But we'll need the council's authorization to take this assignment."

"With all due respect, master." Elsa worried. "Which member are you going to wake up at one in the morning to get this authorization?"

Yelena smirked as Elsa gulped. "The one that owes me after putting my Padawan through a warzone on Hoth." She dialed on her vambrace's holocom and waited patiently while Elsa ducked for cover. The Padawan hid behind a thick shrub and wanted nothing to do with the call. Her heart raced when Obi-wan actually answered. His groggy face appeared in the projection and was surprised to see who had called. "Hello there," Yelena greeted.

Tori Vica didn't even feel tired as she stood in the dojo's center. Meliz was just as nocturnal, for she was driven by her duty. They'd been running basic Jar'Kai stances and techniques for hours, but one truth was clear: Tori was one of the fastest learners Meliz had ever seen. Even if she didn't get the execution properly or still seemed off-balance, Tori's drive was astounding. She was extremely focused on whatever Meliz instructed and seemed more like a soldier than a Jedi.

"You can loosen up a bit," Meliz suggested while yawning. "You're so stiff. It's only going to restrict your strikes." Tori seemed unsure how to accomplish such until Meliz stormed up to her and grabbed her arms. Though Meliz meant it as a joke and proceeded to playfully shake out the Pantoran's arms, she noticed how Tori initially braced. It was like she was conditioned by an imposing force to endure harsh treatment. Meliz's Force empathy gathered feelings of insecurity and fear within Tori. "Pretend you're an Anacondan," Meliz spoke soft and soothingly. "They slither through everything with their loose, flexible bodies." Tori took a deep breath and her shoulders dropped. "Good. Now...ignite."

Tori stepped back and withdrew her newly crafted twin guard shotos. Together, the blue blades sparked up at each of her sides and she practiced jabbing them forward. "There you go," Meliz urged. "Don't focus on a combination right now. Focus on freedom and how the sabers make you feel. Connect with them!"

Tori kicked at invisible enemies and swung upright. With a proud shout, she performed a leaping slash with both sabers. Blue streaks illuminated the dimly-lit dojo as Tori flipped across. With each passing swing of her newly forged blades, Tori experienced a newfound sense of clarity. In those brief moments, she was simply lost in the exhilarating hum of her lightsabers. She intensified the sound by setting both tonfas to spin. While initially spinning them at an easy level, Tori urged herself to spin faster. She smiled eagerly as the blades danced around her like spirited pinwheels. She didn't think about Anna, nor Krell, nor any of the other painful distractions prodding within. She was a Jedi, humbled and happy to stand blessed in the moment. As her lightsabers reached maximum speed and Tori felt her wrists tightening up, she concluded with a forward strike. She faced Meliz in a cold sweat, only to realize a tear had escaped her eye. It was one of bliss, and a happiness Tori had not seen in months...perhaps longer.

Tori let the tear fall, deactivated her blades, and humbly bowed before Meliz. "Thank you, Master Sumar," she said as Meliz returned a bow.

Elsa felt a hand nudging her from their corvette passenger seat. "Rise and shine, Padawan." Yelena spoke softly. "Any more dream visions?"

"Not this time," Elsa yawned. She found it so easy to fall asleep during hyperspace travel. The ship was so turbulent-free, it was like she was in the perfect void of calmness. If only all of life was like Hyperspace, she thought while stretching. "I still can't believe you woke up Master Kenobi to get council authorization."

"Well now he and I are even," Yelena joked.

Elsa sighed. "I just hope you haven't harmed my relationship with him."

"You admire the man, don't you?" Yelena asked. When Elsa didn't answer, she gave her a nudge. "We blueblossoms need to stick together, but it's okay to look up to someone that's not your master."

"He's just so wise," Elsa replied. "The world could be collapsing around Master Kenobi and he can still face it with such a sound mind. That's the dream right there."

"You know what?" Yelena said. "I don't see why not. You can be just as level-headed if you set your mind to it. I'm sure Obi-wan gets scared just like anyone else. He just does a better job at managing his fears. Many outsiders think Jedi are fearless, but we're just critical thinkers."

"We can distinguish what's truly a threat and what isn't," Elsa deduced. "Like the seeker droids."

"Precisely!" Yelena remarked. "During this mercy mission, I want you to focus on your senses. When there's a pandemic, fear and disillusionment will be rampant. As a Jedi, it will be your responsibility to look through the public's escalated fears and see the perils for what they truly are."

"There is no ignorance, there is knowledge." Elsa quoted.

"I feel safer already," Yelena said and winked. "I'm sure the Rodians will too."

The corvette soared out of hyperspace and the Jedi glimpsed an emerald planet from their viewport. "That's a lot of greenery," Elsa said.

"Most of what you're seeing comes from thick, rainforest canopies."

A Venator class star destroyer glided into view beside the planet. Moments later, a transmission came into the corvette's dashboard. "Light-class Jedi corvette," a woman announced in a stentorian voice. "This Admiral Taka of the Galactic Republic."

"Greetings Admiral Taka," Yelena replied. "I am Master Yelena. I'm here with my Padawan on behalf of the Jedi Council to assist with relief efforts."

There was a long pause. "I'd received the alert. Although, I was unaware they were sending more than two."

Yelena and Elsa exchanged puzzled looks before the master answered. "So...were we?"

"I'm not going to deny extra help from the Jedi," Admiral Taka replied. "You are cleared to land in my hangar."

Yelena brought the ship in for a landing but was all the more confused. "Who else could be here?" Elsa wondered. "Did Obi-wan mention anyone else taking the assignment?"

Yelena shook her head. "No. I considered us lucky to have jumped right on it. Who could-" Yelena froze as she stared out of the viewport. "Well then..." She hurriedly unbuckled, rushed outside, and left Elsa a jumbled mess.

"Wait, what?" Elsa blurted. "What'd you see? Master, what's going on?" Elsa chased after her and slid down the corvette's ramp. She bid the saluting clone troopers a hasty nod of respect and continued to pursue Yelena. When Elsa finally caught up, she was just as surprised as the others were.

"Destin Mattias," Yelena scolded and brought her hands to her hips.

"Yelena?" He gasped and almost tripped out of his seat. "Where did you...how did-...What are you doing here?"

"I took an assignment," Yelena intoned. "With council clearance. Did you get clearance?"

Mattias scratched at the back of his head. "Well...not necessarily. But-"

"But nothing," Yelena huffed. "If you can get on my case, I can get on yours."

"Look, we're both here now and Rodia is in crisis." Mattias pleaded. "They need as much help as they can get." He broke from the tension to wave at Elsa. "Hello, Padawan."

"Master Mattias," Elsa greeted him with a bow. "Where's my sister?"

As if on cue, Anna returned to the hangar while rubbing her stomach. "Master," she sighed. "You have got to try the stew they've got brewed up in the commissary. It'll get your taste buds soaring to-" Anna stopped dead in her tracks as she spotted Elsa and Yelena. While her sister waved, Yelena smiled awkwardly. Anna had to rigorously rub her eyes. When she still saw them, she slapped herself. "I take that back," she warned. "I think there's a hallucinogen in the stew."

"Anna," Mattias said and instantly braced. "They're actually here. Looks like this is a team operation now!" Mattias chuckled and grew more nervous when he realized he was the only one laughing. Elsa humored him with a smile while Yelena facepalmed. Meanwhile, Anna looked like she was going to spontaneously combust. Her pale skin flushed violently red as she grit her teeth. "Anna?" Mattias worried.

"Sis?" Elsa gulped.

"But this was supposed to be our mission," Anna growled. "We were supposed to...and I was...and then...and THEN...I-" Anna's nostrils flared as she stormed up to the nearest clone trooper. "Soldier," she said as one of her eyelids twitched. "Can I borrow that?"

"What?" the trooper asked, genuinely confused.

"That," Anna said with a wobbly, faltering grin as she pointed a trembling finger at his face.

"My helmet?" The clone removed his headgear and Anna immediately snatched it. She proceeded to bury her ticking time bomb of a face inside and let out a blood-curdling, rage-induced scream.

"Is your Padawan...alright?" Yelena asked Mattias.

Mattias cringed at the sight. "She's trying to be." Elsa went to go comfort Anna, but Mattias blocked her with his arm. "Let's just...give her a second, okay?" Even muffled, Anna's screeches echoed across the hangar like those of a rampaging rancor.