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A Shift in the Force: Chapter Thirteen: Trouble With Wampas

AN: This chapter probably would have been up sooner, but my house had no heat or electricity or wifi for four days due to an ice storm. And I was more preoccupied with not freezing to death than writing this chapter.

Surprisingly, the chapter got a little long…I guess it just got away from me, but I knew where I wanted it to end, so, ah well. Personally, I blame The Jedi Path: A Manual For Students of the Force that I got a few days ago (for research, obviously)…

I guess you can think of it as a New Years Day gift, just a little bit late. Enjoy!


Hoth was colder than Sith, that much Garen Muln had come to realize when he'd crash-landed on the icy world after the completion of his mission.

Garen would have preferred any other planet in the universe, any other one that didn't nearly freeze you to the core while you slept. He probably would have been long dead by now if he hadn't found a way to insulate his broken ship from the cold.

It was all he could to keep himself from freezing and keeping the transmission going.

But who would be looking for him? He had finished his mission two weeks early and no one had any idea where he was…

However, an aggressive hit to the back of his head stopped those thoughts right there.


"It looks really…blue," Talik decided when they came out of Hyperspace, staring at the planet they would soon be landing on.

"Is it a water-world?" Anakin asked in fascination and Sabé was pleased that he looked to Obi-Wan with an eager light in his eyes.

Obi-Wan dropped a hand lightly to his shoulder, amusement brushing across his lips. "I'm afraid not, Hoth is a planet of ice and snow."

Anakin recoiled in surprise. "Ice?" He said, aghast. He had, after all, grown up on Tatooine where ice was a rarity and water existed in very small amounts.

"We're going down," Sabé mentioned, directing her clutch downwards so suddenly that they all pitched forward with the ship.

"Slower!" Obi-Wan yelped, but Sabé ignored him.

"Anakin, hold us steady," she said as the Millennium Falcon hovered over the snow and ice and Anakin complied to her command as Sabé lowered them little by little until they skidded across the ice, which was a bit unnerving given they didn't really have a way of stopping the ship manually, but it didn't matter, as it came to a halt a second later.

Then Sabé was lurching to her feet, pulling herself out of the cockpit and searching for a compartment that could possibly house coats against the cold.

Lucky for them, it seemed the last time the Falcon had been in use it had been quite cold, though she suspected that it might have been a precaution on Silon's part.

She pulled on a crisp beige coat before hitting the button that lowered the ramp, and while she had known that Hoth was cold before the ramp had descended, Sabé hadn't been quite prepared for just how cold it was.

Frigid wind whipped at her braids and seared across her cheeks. She raised a hand to shade her eyes as she looked out on the white turf, snow and ice as far as the eye could see.

Footsteps followed her to stand at her side and Sabé looked to see that Obi-Wan had discovered the electrobinoculars and reproached herself briefly for not thinking of them first.

"See anything?" she prompted.

Talik and Anakin had followed him and Sabé could feel Anakin quaking in the cold, and, though it affected Talik, she was less obvious about it.

Obi-Wan fiddled with the knob on the side that allowed the lens to zoom in and out, stepping out of the shade of the ship in order to get a full view.

Unfortunately, it also gave the group a similarity towards a mother duck and her ducklings (animals that were prone to planets like Naboo) as Sabé, Talik, and Anakin followed Obi-Wan.

"There's something over the next ridge," he said finally, "it seems to be the only thing out of ordinary."

He handed her the electrobinoculars as she muttered "But who can say what is ordinary on an icy rock like this?"

He spared her a smile, hearing her words, missing the flush of her cheeks in the pink that had been brought on by the cold, and for that Sabé was grateful. Her shields were, for the most part, impenetrable and unreadable with her thoughts only capable of being read by what appeared of them on her face, but there were times when her shields had to be lowered, like for the bond she shared with Talik, and there were times when Obi-Wan simply caught her off guard.

"Talik and Anakin will stay with the ship," Sabé decided and Obi-Wan concurred with a nod.

"Aw, c'mon!"

"Master! I can help!"

Both Jedi Knights were faced with two pint-sized Padawans each with eyes holding an eager light.

"I think that would be best," Obi-Wan agreed.

The grumbled complaints from both were humorous to say the least; Sabé suspected that the Tatooine-born lad was rubbing off on Talik.

"We might need to contact you on the comm.-link so keep it handy," Sabé mentioned, pulling her hood up against the wind, tucking the multitude of braids inside and pulling the attached goggles over her eyes and gesturing towards Obi-Wan, ready to make in the direction he had previously indicated.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Obi-Wan said, his words nearly lost to the wind, but Sabé heard him well enough, humming in agreement.

There was something odd about the atmosphere, and it didn't take a Jedi Initiate to see it. The Force was thick around them in a confusing haze.

"There was a battle fought here during the Great Galactic War," Sabé told him. "The Sith gained ground over the Republic for a time."

Obi-Wan knew better than to question Sabé's knowledge of the old wars with the Sith. There weren't many who chose to study the Sith or the Dark Side, but Sabé was definitely one of the more knowledgeable in the subject. Despite being a Jedi Guardian and working on her skill with her lightsabers and the utilization of the Force, no one could deny Sabé's skills that fell under the Jedi Sentinel's occupation of Jedi Shadow which was the title bestowed upon those who dealt more with infiltration, seeking out and destroying artifacts of Sith origin.

It was a source of great irony to those who knew her that Sabé had chosen the path of Jedi Guardian despite being so well suited as a Jedi Sentinel, but the Jedi was content to be as she was, which happened to be having a difficult time being categorized (something which amused her to no end).

"It's possible we are sensing the residual effects of the Sith's use of the Dark Side of the Force," Sabé continued, a frown on her lips. To Obi-Wan's surprise, she took his arm, gripping it tightly through the bulky material of the jacket. "Give me a moment…"

"I can help," Obi-Wan offered as she raised her arm.

"I have more experience with the Dark Side," Sabé countered swiftly, her smile wry. "Besides…it might be best to just leave it be."

Obi-Wan arched an eyebrow. "If a cloud of the Force is present long after the Great Galactic War has passed, wouldn't you consider that a bit concerning?"

"I would," Sabé said, faintly amused, "but it appears to be naturally abating…so perhaps it would be best to leave it as it is, seeing as we're here only in an investigative capacity."

She released his arm and they continued on, and if she noticed how he had glanced to her out of the corner of his eye, a bemused expression on his face, she gave no indication.

Obi-Wan was always left a bit confused about Sabé Amidala as well as how the Force sometimes had a habit of humming around them when they were in close proximity. It seemed that Sabé didn't even notice it, or perhaps she was so used to the presence of the Force that its light fluctuations didn't garner her attention, but it had long since befuddled Obi-Wan. He had never mentioned it to Sabé, or anyone else for that matter, for fear that he was grossly misinterpreting the Force. And Sabé had always been so comfortable with the Force…

He lifted the electrobinoculars back to his eyes, allowing Sabé to steer him carefully as he looked for signs of any beacon of some kind that could be using the frequency that the Jedi preferred.

"I'm seeing scorch marks on the tundra ahead," Obi-Wan said finally, "it looks like something –a craft of some sort– skidded before crashing…it must be nearby."

Sabé hummed in agreement, climbing carefully over the mound of snow before them that was slick from the ice. Hoth, she imagined, must have been quite a difficult planet to live on. She didn't know much about it other than the basics: the system it belonged to, the other planets within its system, what kind of planet it was, and if it had any importance to the Jedi. But Sabé couldn't imagine all that many animals could have survived in the intense cold.

Either way, she didn't want to stay on the planet for longer than was necessary.

Her boots slipped a little as they continued the climb, which made her fall back against Obi-Wan, nearly making him skid a bit in alarm, reaching out a hand to Sabé's back to steady her, and Sabé couldn't help but flush with embarrassment.

I am never going to a planet of ice again, she decided.

"Are you all right?" Obi-Wan asked, confused by her silence and her immobility.

"Y-Yes, I'm fine," Sabé said quickly, shaking her head to clear it of the thoughts before beginning again.

The descent was smoother than the ascent and Sabé couldn't help but be grateful, though she still moved on cautious feet towards the skid marks.

Obi-Wan knelt and Sabé looked around for anything or anyone that could have come to inspect the marks before them.

"These appear to be fresh," Obi-Wan murmured a few moments later. "A day or two ago at the most."

Sabé nodded, another frown on her lips and Obi-Wan wondered if that was the usual expression that she wore during missions; he had never been on any missions with her as Sabé had a tendency to lean towards missions with Kit Fisto and Aayla Secura.

"That way," she said, nodding towards a gaping cavern that appeared to be partially manmade through a crashing spacecraft.

Privately, Obi-Wan thought it was a bit more trouble than it was worth, as he followed Sabé's careful steps.

She dug the toes of her boots into the snow as she peered cautiously over the edge to look within the cave with Obi-Wan at her shoulder, both staring at the mangled ruin at what had once been a Jedi Starfighter, like the ones the Temple used for solo missions; Sabé was quite familiar with the Jedi Starfighters by now.

Obi-Wan reached out with the Force, recoiling in shock when he sensed the familiar Force-presence that had once been within the Starfighter.

"Garen!" he breathed in surprise.

"Garen?" Sabé repeated. "Garen Muln?"

Sabé had had her own close-knit group of friends when she was young and Obi-Wan had had his own, and while Sabé and Obi-Wan were friends, their groups tended to remain apart.

"He must have passed the Trials while we were on Naboo," Sabé said to herself, but Obi-Wan corrected her.

"No, he passed the Trials back when you and Talik were still on Ryloth," he said. Sabé had been a bit busy during that time, and their time at the Temple between that mission and the one to Naboo had been quite short; Sabé had barely healed from her injuries.

"Ah." Sabé gave a short nod, her eyes trained on the wrecked Starfighter. "Shall we look and see if he's still alive?"

She didn't see how he could be with how mangled the Starfighter was, but Sabé and Talik had survived being shot out of the sky, so there was hope yet.

He made a noise of affirmation and they both moved forward as silently as they could manage with the snow crinkling under their feet.

Obi-Wan's fingers hooked into the cockpit's hood –the glass made opaque from smoke and cracks–, flipping it open and they both stepped back as the smoke billowed out, only to lean forward when it was clear and see that it was empty.

"He must have vacated after the crash," Sabé mused, pulling herself up into the cockpit seat, fiddling with the buttons, her brow creasing as she read the details the Starfighter's damaged computer could give her before shorting out. "It looks like he tried to boost the distress signal before the damages to the Starfighter forced him to abandon it."

Now Obi-Wan really had a bad feeling, and it only grew as he knelt down in the snow, the cold biting at his knees. "There's blood over here," he mentioned with a knot in his chest. But he released his fear focusing on the fact that Garen wasn't there so he had to be somewhere…

"It could've been the crash," Sabé said, pulling herself from the Starfighter and Obi-Wan offered his hand. Something flickered in her eyes before she gave him a small smile, taking his hand and dropping down beside him.

Obviously, Sabé could have done it herself –Obi-Wan felt a little stupid for offering– but perhaps it was because he had spent a great deal of time in the presence of Sabé's younger sister who was a queen and he'd offered her his hand more than once. Ironically, both sisters had given him the same smile.

Padmé, he privately thought, had been the one most like Sabé.

"Or something could have attacked him once he landed," Obi-Wan contemplated, raising a hand up to cup his chin, a thoughtful expression overtaking his face. "I don't know anything about the planet being inhabited, do you?"

Sabé shrugged sheepishly. "That had never been my major interest when learning about a planet." Though it was probably a good idea, now that she thought about it. "The blood trail goes that way," she added, nodding her head towards a tunnel in the snow and ice with sharp indentations from claws.

Obi-Wan made his way towards the hole, but Sabé stopped him with a single word: "Wait!"

He looked back and Sabé lifted a silver cylinder from the snow, palming the activation button so that a yellow blade flared to life.

Yellow gems weren't necessarily rare –it was the color often favored by Jedi Sentinels, after all– but it wasn't nearly as common as blue or green. It was harder to find those in the Order who used violet gems.

And yellow was the color of Garen's lightsaber.

"Is this his?" Sabé asked quietly, thumbing it off before handing it to him, despite knowing the answer full well.

Her eyes were fixed on his with a knowingness that she must have replicated from Yoda.

Obi-Wan took the lightsaber silently, clipping it to his belt and removing Qui-Gon's (his would need to be replaced, long since lost on Naboo, but until then, he would keep his old master's weapon), and action that Sabé echoed, though with only one of her lightsabers.

Sabé knew better than to light two lightsabers in a tunnel made of ice and snow.

The tunnel didn't go very far and both Jedi balked at what they saw within and Sabé thought it might be a good idea to invest in seeing what kind of animal-life planets had to offer.

It was clear when the tunnel ended that a creature had been what had befallen Garen as Obi-Wan and Sabé found their eyes fastened to the unconscious Jedi hanging from the top of the cavern, his feet stuck in ice there.

Sabé couldn't fathom how he'd even been stuck up there in the first place; surely water didn't freeze that fast on Hoth?

His face was ruddy from the blood flow being directed from his feet right to his head and there was blood across his chest and arm. Sabé couldn't tell if he was breathing but a sharp intake of breath from Obi-Wan said that he could and that there was reason for optimism.

It was the creature in the cavern that was of greater issue.

Sabé wasn't quite sure how to describe it. White, furry, with claws and teeth to be wary of? Whatever it was, it was safe to say that it wasn't the friendly type…especially since it seemed to be consuming some kind of meat that bled red when it sank its teeth into it.

She tried not to gag and Obi-Wan looked similarly repulsed.

And Garen just hung there, unmoving, and undoubtedly the creature's next meal.

Sabé and Obi-Wan hastily hid as the creature turned its head towards them.

"Plan?" Obi-Wan asked her as quietly as possible.

"Why is it always me that comes up with a plan?" Sabé complained in a mutter and the flat stare he gave her was answer enough.

"Really, you have to ask?"

She glared, ducking around him to peer into the cavern again. The creature had resumed its dinner and had turned away, apparently not hearing them, which was better for them than it was for it.

Sabé narrowed her eyes. The best course of action appeared to be to have one person distract the creature while the other freed Garen. "All right, here's the plan…"


It was boring, Anakin soon discovered, sitting in the cockpit beside Talik who was picking absently at a ripped seam in her trousers. Talik may have learned a bit of patience from the Jedi, but Anakin was a very hyperactive individual; he needed to do something more often than not, and it was the thing that often had gotten him into trouble.

"Maybe we should go after them?" he suggested, exactly ten minutes after Sabé and Obi-Wan had left the Millennium Falcon.

"And do what?" Talik asked archly. "Master Sabé and Master Obi-Wan don't need our help; they're Jedi Knights, after all."

Anakin was very put out by her response, opting to slump in his chair instead, only to sit up, startled, a moment later, his eyes fastened on something through the reinforced glass. "Did you see that?"

"See what?" Talik asked, looking up from the small hole she had been picking at, frowning out of the glass, searching for whatever he had seen.

Then something white appeared through the glass with enough sharp teeth to startle both children, making them jerk back in their seats.

Anakin uttered a swear in Huttese and Talik called out "Holy Kriff!"

"What was that?" she asked gaping, leaning back over the controls to get a clearer look, but the creature had gone.

"Dunno," Anakin said, looking just as startled, but far more interested.

Talik unclipped her lightsaber from her waist and pulled herself out of the seat, making towards the ramp.

"Where're you going?"

"I going to see if it's gone," Talik replied, which probably wasn't the best idea, given that of the two still on the ship, Talik was the only one with formal training and a lightsaber, but it was better than sitting around and doing nothing.

"I'm coming with," Anakin insisted, but Talik shook her head, an action that made her lekku swing around her head in agitation.

"No, stay here in case it comes back," Talik said. "I'm just going to check outside for a few minutes. I'll be back in no time."

The expression Anakin gave her was a cross somewhere between petulant and exasperated. Clearly being the one that had to stay behind was doing nothing for his patience.

Talik pressed the button that descended the ramp, squinting out into the brightness of the snow-capped tundra. There appeared to be nothing, at least, nothing that she could see.

"See anything?" Anakin's voice blared through the comm. system.

Talik pressed the button on the wall to reply. "It looks like whatever it was is gone now."

She could feel his disappointment coming off him in waves and she allowed herself a small smile; if it had been something, that would have been a bit more exciting than what they were doing.

But it seemed that whatever interest the creature had had in them was gone.

Talik returned her 'saber to her belt and turned to press the button again when something collided with her face, sending her to the icy ground, out cold.

"Talik?" Anakin called cautiously over the comm. system. "You there?"

There the ship gave a lurch to the side, spinning on the ice precariously and Anakin had to hold tightly to his seat so as not to be jostled, but when the ship stopped spinning, Talik was still gone and Anakin had a very bad feeling.


They moved together, running out of the tunnel and into the smaller cavern, lightsabers alight like green and purple fire.

The creature gave roar as Obi-Wan leapt towards it, while Sabé moved to assist his friend.

Sabé jumped up, taking care not to slam into the roof of the cave as she swiped the 'saber through the ice that had trapped Garen against it and he fell as soon as he was released with an audible groan.

"Garen? Can you hear me?"

Sabé slapped his face lightly and he stirred, blinking a pair of blue eyes open to stare blankly at Sabe.

"You're alive," she said wryly, "that's good."

"Sabé Amidala," he said her name with a slurred quality that could have only been brought on from his blood loss, "I could just kiss you!"

And before Sabé could say anything to stop him, he had leaned forward to lay one on her. Sabé, being who she was and having no romantic attachments (as per the Code, though with one incredibly troublesome attraction to a fellow Jedi), had never been kissed, and it was incredibly embarrassing to be so in front of the man she had feelings for.

"Is that really necessary?" Obi-Wan demanded, gaping at them with a long scrape down his arm and the creature howling in agony behind them from the slices he'd given it with the lightsaber.

Garen parted from her and Obi-Wan was faintly fascinated by just how red her face had turned, and it couldn't have been made plainer that she'd rather be anywhere but in that cavern with Obi-Wan and Garen.

"I would've kissed you, too, Obi-Wan," Garen said, reaching out his good hand for his friend and puckering his lips at him. "C'mere, Obi!"

Obi-Wan danced out of reach, but it was enough to make the color fade from Sabé's face and cause laughter to bubble from her lips.

"All right, Casanova," she said, rolling her eyes, "let's get you back to the ship before that creature decides to wreak vengeance on us for taking its next meal."

Garen grimaced. "Good point."

And they maneuvered his arms carefully over their shoulders, taking him out the way they had come in.

"Great parking job, though," Sabé mentioned as they passed the wreckage of Garen's ship.

"Oi!" Garen hissed in pain with every movement, but there was no helping it; they'd situate him in the ship's infirmary when they got there. "I was falling out of the sky!"

"Well, you never were the best flier," Obi-Wan added and Garen swiveled to glare at him.

"Hey! What's with the tag-teaming?" Confusion overcame his features. "Wait…why are you guys together in the first place?"

Sabé's eyes colored in amusement. "Obi-Wan and his master were the backup for Talik and I when we were shot out of the sky on Naboo by the Trade Federation."

Garen looked her up and down. "You look pretty good for someone shot out of the sky."

Sabé arched an eyebrow. "That was nearly a week ago, Garen."

He nodded sagely, but Obi-Wan had the feeling that the blood loss was getting to him.

"The ship's just ahead," he added and Garen narrowed his eyes against the wind, focusing on the disk-shape that was the Millennium Falcon.

"You came here in that thing?" he said blankly. "That hunk of junk?"

Obi-Wan laughed and Sabé glared at him over Garen's head. "That hunk of junk got us from Naboo to here, and it's going to take us from here to Coruscant, so, don't you dare complain about it."

Wisely, Garen chose to keep his mouth shut about the ship as they approached and the ramp descended to reveal Anakin in a puddle of nerves.

"You brought a youngling with you?" Garen said dubiously, staring at the Tatooine-born lad as if he'd never seen anything like him.

Immediately, the boy scowled at him. "I'm not a youngling, I'm a Padawan learner!"

"Of course," Garen said in the same voice as before, "and who's your master?"

"Master Obi-Wan is!"

Anakin's cheeks were pink and his hands were balled –it was adorable, really, he'd have to work a bit at being intimidating– and Obi-Wan felt his own face warm when the boy called him 'Master', a word he'd steadily avoided when speaking to or about Obi-Wan.

Garen gaped. "Just how long was I gone?"

The last he remembered, Obi-Wan was still the Padawan of Master Qui-Gon Jinn…when had he taken the Trials?

"Talik's gone missing," Anakin told Sabé, the worry etched on his face and Sabé stilled, the color leaving her face. "We saw this creature –I don't really know what it was– and she went to see if it was still hanging around the ship, and then she was gone!"

His blue eyes were large and wide and Sabé gritted her teeth together.

"Anakin," she said, "help Obi-Wan get Garen to the infirmary. I'll go find Talik."

And she removed Garen's arm from where it had been securely looped around her shoulders and before anyone could say anything different, she had turned and rushed back into the cold in search of her student.


When Talik awoke she found herself upside-down and her first thought was: Don't tell me I fell asleep practicing telekinesis again?

Sabé taught telekinesis the way Yoda had taught her, and Talik personally found it a bit more difficult than what they'd been taught in class, which made sense (Master had learned from the Grandmaster, after all). It involved standing on your hands for an extended amount of time –usually with your master perched on your feet to add to the weight you were supposed to hold up– attempting to lift orbs of various weights into the air. Sabé had called the orbs 'stones' and Talik wasn't nearly as good as her master at keeping them in the air.

But when Talik opened her eyes, she remembered she wasn't on Coruscant, she was on Hoth, and her master wasn't here to save her, not like last time.

Her face ached, and so did the rest of her body, and the parts that didn't felt frostbitten; Talik really needed to get out of the cold.

The creature that had attacked her had its back to her, and that was very much preferred, especially since she didn't think much of its front, let alone its back.

She assessed herself, running her numb fingers up to her belt to find that her lightsaber was gone. Her teeth gritted together as she flopped her arms back down, shutting her eyes in time for the creature to swivel around to look at her.

Talik didn't know what she'd do if she lost her lightsaber.

Master was going to kill her.

"What d'you think?" Talik asked her new master brightly as she held out her newly constructed 'saber to the Nabooan female who took it easily in her hands.

Sabé's lightsabers, Talik knew, were elegant and light, with a grey grip on top of the sleek silver design. They were made in mind for her style of fighting, Jar'Kai; Sabé could not afford the extra weight that most others added to theirs with the type of lightsaber combat she had chosen to specialize in.

Sabé twisted the hilt in her hand, thumbing it on so that an emerald blade flared to life.

The way she'd swung and twisted the lightsaber had left Talik in awe but she wasn't quite sure if Jar'Kai was the style for her (managing two lightsabers at once seemed to be a bit of a trial).

"Very good," Sabé said finally, turning it off and kneeling before her, holding the 'saber out to her, a serious glint in her eye. "This lightsaber is your life, Talik, remember that. Though the Jedi are peacemakers by choice, we are sometimes put in impossible situations where violence is the only answer. And it is in those situations that I won't always be able to protect you; you'll need to protect yourself, that's how you learn."

"Yes, Master," Talik said.

Talik opened her eyes when the creature looked away again, searching for any hint of the lightsaber's light black-striped grip.

And there it was, lodged in the snow where the creature must have dragged her! It was just waiting to be called to her through the Force.

Talik closed her eyes, breathing in and out slowly, reaching within, embracing the Force…She had never been as good at utilizing the Force as her master, but she didn't need to move much, all she needed was that silver cylinder in her hand.

The lightsaber moved, seeming to almost tremble in the snow before flying up to be activated in Talik's hand and her eyes flashed open as she pulled herself up to slash at the ice around her feet, making her drop to the snowy ground.

At the sight of its prey getting loose, the creature gave a loud cry that would have startled Talik even if she wasn't in her current situation.

Talik jerked up to stand as best as she could, adrenaline pumping through her veins, slicing the creature's arm clean off as it lunged for her, and she didn't stay to listen to its screams, instead choosing to run off in search of a way out, clawing her way to the surface.

But outside of the cave was a snowstorm that was so thick that Talik could barely see what was in front of her.

Talik barely made it a few hundred feet before she collapsed from the cold.


"Talik!"

Sabé called her Padawan's name when she found her fallen form in the snow, the lavender shade of her skin starting to turn blue from the cold as Sabé knelt to move her onto her back, wincing at the cuts she could see.

But Talik was breathing, and that gave her hope.

"I've got you," Sabé promised, bracing the girl in her arms with one hand at her back and the other under her legs as she followed her steps back in the direction of the ship. "I've got you," she whispered, "you'll be all right."

But Talik, blissfully unconscious, heard none of that, only feeling the comforting warmth of her master's Force-presence.

AN: Anyone recognize Talik's encounter with the Wampa? ;) I've been watching too much of Episode V, lately.

I guess the Wampas like Jedi, going off this chapter. I almost had Obi-Wan get nabbed, but thought, why not little Talik?

And the good news about the loss of power: I've come up with a great idea for a solo mission for Sabe, but I probably won't do it for awhile.

As always, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!