Hey everyone! I'm here with chapter 5 for you all, which I'd really hoped to get out sooner but stuff in my personal life kind of got in the way, what can you do? But it's here now, after a fair amount of rewriting, and I hope you all enjoy.

Despite Revenant Five's complex history; a worn out cycle of destruction and reconstruction, Remnant's own story was much more cut and dry.

See, by the end of the Fourth Great Calamity most of the survivors wanted to get off-world, but when nearly all the technology on the planet had been lost or destroyed getting your hands on a flight-worthy starship was a challenge. Even when the survivors had managed to get short-range communications up and running, the signal would barely reach the edge of the system so calling for aid from other worlds was impossible at the time.

The only hope those people had of rescue were the few starpilots who used the system as a smuggling route, but anyone decent enough to respond to the signal would leave when they learned about the crazy evil monsters roaming our planet.

It was understandable, but still.

So the people did the only thing they could - they carried on. We didn't know where the sight of the last apocalypse took place, or any of the ones before that, but our records painted a decent enough picture: With the collapse of their society, those who hadn't been able to make it out off Revenant Five began the search for a safe haven. But without planetary scanners and transports, the journey would have been long, taxing and downright aimless.

They persevered, though, and Remnant's historians believe the travelling survivors spent nearly sixty years scouring the planet's surface, battling nature and monsters alike while slowly growing in number, through being joined by small groups of stragglers and people starting families while on the search. To me, it wasn't the wisest idea to raise a family when the home you carried on your back was constantly under siege, but life had to carry on somehow…

Around the thirtieth or fortieth year, however, the band of travellers had swelled too large to carry on together, so they split into multiple groups to better cover ground. From there, the records get hazy, but eventually one group found a mountain where the Shadows avoided like a plague. The story goes that the group was being chased by a herd of hound-like Shadows, but when they made it into the field overlooked by the mountain, the monsters turned and left.

From there they contacted the other groups and told them to make their way to this place - the safe haven they had been searching for for decades. They settled down at the base of the lone mountain, naming it the Lord's Hand, and began work on the essentials; food, water, shelter, defences - the works.

Before they even started, however, this group built a large communal house, as both a home and a place to store the equipment, food and materials that they'd brought to this haven.

And as the campsite grew into a village, a town, eventually evolving into the walled city of Remnant, the communal house became more of a temporary abode for survivors of the fourth cataclysm who had moved to Remnant but were without their own home just yet. And when a connection was finally made to the rest of the Mid-Rim, the people of this planet were free to come and go as they pleased, and those seeking a new life on a new planet were welcomed with open arms.

And more often than not they, along with wandering smugglers and starpilots, would stay for a while at the old communal house. By the time that owner had realised the storehouse they'd built had practically become an inn, Remnant had grown to about the size it was today, and the massive walls that surrounded the city were being built.

So they officially refurbished the building, fitting it with dozens of rooms and a kitchen that fed the weary night and day, along with turning the front storeroom into one large bar and dining area. After that, the inn named "Haven" was open for business.

Remnant's never had an official currency since the planet isn't on the Republic's radar, so goods are normally traded for favours or things of equal value. There are some places though, larger businesses and the like, that operate like charities and are supported by the community. I didn't know how this city's economy worked exactly; I'd looked once or twice using my Force Sense but as far as I could tell it was pretty dependent on people not being too greedy with things, which could honestly only go so far according to Enra.

It really felt like the entire place was one big organism where every part was needed to function. It was probably why the city appeared like a single living being in The Moment, pulsing with a connected life.

And as The Jedi, my sister and I trailed the streets of the city on our way to the Falling Star, I reached out with my senses and felt for that life. As far as I'd been able to tell, I could use Force Sense in the same way that Cirinis could, feeling for my surroundings in real time, organically, but I could also just ask the question and know. That second option was quicker, efficient, and overall much more accurate, but it was very impersonal. It was like someone was whispering the answers to my questions directly into my brain.

But by expanding my senses, I could feel myself become part of the world in a way that didn't entirely make sense. It was like how people have an innate awareness of their own body; they know where their arms, legs and all of that are at all times. We don't have to ask or be told, we just know. It became less about the information but rather the understanding.

A tap on my shoulder drew me out of my reverie, and I realised I'd stopped in the middle of the street. Thalia was standing in front of me, leaning down so that we were eye to eye with a look of exasperation on her face.

"Sorry…" I grumbled, heat rising to my cheeks as I looked down at my feet. "I got distracted…"

She ruffled my hair with a small smile and took me by the hand, leading me over to Cirinis, who had stopped to wait for us. "Glad to see some things haven't changed, sweetie." Thalia teased, but she did have a point. Sometimes I got lost in the moment, and I doubted I'd get out of the habit anytime soon.

"Come on, young one", Cirinis chimed in, lips curling upwards, "Thalia says we're nearly there, and I for one can't wait to meet your family." I hopped into step beside her and looked up at her with a bright smile.

"They're the best!" I cried. "Enra's really serious, but he's funny and he always tries his best!" I explained, bouncing with excitement as we began to walk. It had been a while since I'd been down here, maybe three weeks? Honestly, I should've come back down sooner, but something I couldn't quite place had kept me from making the trip. "You'll love Uyos as well!"

Cirinis looked down towards me as we turned right down the street to one of Remnant's few markets. This one was a whole street lined with different stores and stalls that, while closed at this time of night, painted the picture of a lively place, at least once the sun came up. The Jedi didn't pay that any mind, however, instead speaking to me with a mirthful voice: "Will I, now? Uyos is Enra's wife, right?"

"Uh huh! She's kinda silly and clumsy", I admitted with a chuckle, "but I think she's putting it on, at least a little. She's teaching me how to dance as well!"

"She sounds like quite the woman. Does she work with her husband, then? At The Falling Star?"

Thalia took the chance to jump back into the conversation. "Yes and no. Enra's owned the place ever since his parents passed it down to him, and from their family before them. Unlike them, however, Enra kinda accidentally ended up running the city's supply chain around twenty three years ago, so he's too busy to actually run the inn."

"How does someone 'accidentally' end up a vital part of their city's infrastructure?" Cirinis asked incredulously. "That sounds pretty intentional to me."

Thalia shook her head, and I felt her mood dip a little, so I gave her hand a consolatory squeeze as I looked up at her with a smile, but she didn't register my attempt at cheering her up. "It was… an unfortunate series of events." My sister began, hesitant in her words. "Before he became the Quartermaster and before Caelum arrived here, he was Haven's owner and proprietor. He handled the business side of things while Uyos ran the place itself."

Thalia took a deep breath and steeled her nerves, even as I felt old memories and heartbreak get dredged up through the Force. Cirinis must have sensed it too, because she quickly butted in and said; "If this is a sensitive subject then we can drop it, no questions asked."

Thalia brushed some hair out of her eyes. "It's fine. It happened years ago, anyway. Long story short, Remnant has titles that get passed from person to person, decided upon every year by vote from the people who work in the industry. Enra was voted in by traders and business owners as Quartermaster just like I was voted in as Captain of the Guard by the people I work with. There's the head doctor, head architect, head of public relations - stuff like that which means that each field has enough oversight that they can work as a unit and not try and get a hundred separate things done at once."

"That's certainly an interesting way of doing things, I admit. Are there any incidents of corruption?"

"'Course", Thalia said with a derisive laugh. "Not as much as it used to, at least in my experience, but it happens every now and again. It's why a title can be revoked if their peers believe they haven't been up to scratch which opens up an entirely different can of worms, but it's worked so far so I'm not about to complain."

"So, I feel I must ask - who was Quartermaster before Enra?"

"My Mother." Thalia, my sister and the strongest person I knew, said with a waver in her voice. "She started out running a general goods store her grandfather built and passed down, but she became so talented in business management that her peers decided she was the best fit for the job. Enra bought food from her store to cook at the inn, which is how they became business partners - and friends."

"Three years after Caelum arrived, though, a ship with a group of refugees arrived by ship near the walls of our city", she continued. "They asked for supplies and aid in repairing their ship, and of course our people obliged them, so my parents set out to get them what they needed. But when the ship was repaired, the first thing they did was load up, get airborne, and open fire on the city."

Cirinis shut her eyes and nodded with a grimace. "Pirate scum. I've dealt with them on more than one occasion. They prey on small settlements and lone ships for a profit, since earning a wage legally is apparently beneath them." Her words were condemning, and I got the feeling that more than anything she valued honesty more than most things. "Outlaws like them are the reason I'm even here today, since we jumped into hyperspace blind to escape them."

"They suck, right?!" Thalia laughed, but there was no joy in it. "They brought down dozens of houses before our defences kicked in and we managed to shoot them down, but by then a lot of people had died. Including my parents." There was a deep sadness in her words, and I felt small in the face of it, but Thalia hadn't accepted help before and she wouldn't now. Still, that didn't stop the Jedi from extending her sympathies.

"I'm so sorry…" Cirinis whispered.

"Don't apologise; it had nothing to do with you. The kicker came when we found out the ship had called for backup. It turned out that the whole crashed ship full of refugees' ploy was these pirates's way of getting inside our city so they could sabotage our defences. Once they'd done that they gave the all clear for their friends in high orbit to come down and attack."

I suppressed a shudder at her words. I could barely remember that day apart from a few horrifying memories. The sound of screams being drowned out by explosions and blaster fire, lit by the backdrop of my burning city, and the utter terror I could feel like it was my own. I didn't have nightmares all that often, but when I did I always ended up back there.

"That day, we lost nearly a third of the city. Those pirates came down from the sky in their capital ship and unloaded every bit of artillery they had on us." Thalia said as we made it to the end of the market and turned left, spotting the Falling Star just down the other end of the street. She kept speaking, not noticing our destination was now in view. Her voice was level, but there was no denying the undercurrent of fury that I felt from her through the Force. "And as these pirates were doing that, they sent down their foot soldiers to pillage our houses. They took anything valuable that they could find, including people. We managed to take the ship down, in the end, but the cost was more than I ever thought…"

Thalia's expression shifted before my eyes, and I felt her shock through the Force as she realised just how much she'd bared herself before a stranger and her younger brother. "Sorry", she said with a forced laugh, "it's been a long and emotional day."

"As you said just now, there's nothing to apologise for", Cirinis forgave immediately.

"I kinda got us off track though, and since we're nearly there how about I summarise it for you", Thalia concluded, but didn't wait for the Jedi to respond before continuing. "After my parents were killed, Enra took over as Quartermaster and gave total control of the inn to Uyos. The most he does in there now is tend the bar in the evenings.

"Will he be there tonight?"

"Probably. You need to talk to him?"

We reached the front door of The Falling Star Inn and Cirinis pulled the door open for us. I stepped through first and Thalia trailed behind me, the Jedi mulling over her words for a moment. "There's a lot of things I need to do. I realise that now." She said, like that explained anything at all.

"Right…" Thalia drawled, even as she glanced around the relatively full room we'd just entered.

The dining area of The Falling Star wasn't anything special, but that didn't make it any less homely, or comforting. I glanced at the decorated wooden walls, the bright paintings and the windows with light red curtains down to the sparsely carpeted panel flooring. The tables had been rearranged since I'd last been here so that they could fit better in the space and around the few wooden supports that were spread around the room. The place was pretty full, couples and groups of friends enjoying a night out for drinks and a nice meal, and a buzz of chatter filled the air contrasting the silence of the night outside.

I thought about all the days I'd spent within these four walls, taking advantage of the solitude before the bar opened when my Force-enhanced senses became too much for me, and the peace I took from the place where, according to my family, I had first arrived on Revenant Five. I don't know why, but being in the place where, for all intents and purposes, my life began helped relax me.

This past year I'd tried my best to wean myself off that particular emotional crutch, and I think I did alright, but it didn't change the memories, and for a moment I allowed myself to reminisce. A moment that ended too soon, but I wasn't going to complain, since…

"Thalia! Caelum! It's great to see you two!" Enra, Quartermaster, bartender and the closest thing I had to a father said. He placed down the glass he'd been cleaning idly and rushed out from behind the bar to greet us. He faltered in his steps, though, when he laid eyes on Cirinis but he regained his composure quickly, smiling wide as he did. "And you brought a guest, I see. You're friends with those guys, right?" He said, pointing over to a table near the back corner of the room.

I looked back as well, already knowing who I'd find, and saw Cirinis' companions at the same table I'd sensed them at back on the mountain path. Not much had changed from then, except Naeth, who was looking half asleep, and Vosh were currently huddled over a data pad, food and drink having been finished some time ago, and pointedly ignoring the two delegates on the opposite end of the table. It seemed that, in the time it had taken for the three of us to descend the Lord's Hand, Kilnen and Cear had gone from vague threats and pointed statements to an outright argument, if the way they were leaning forward in their seats with downright murderous expressions was any indication.

I did notice, however, that while Thalia and I looked over, Cirinis' gaze remained firmly locked on Enra. She looked him up and down, almost like she was judging him, but I didn't understand why.

Quickly, I ran my eyes over his form, but I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. He wore his usual slacks and shirt, along with the slightly stained white apron he donned when he worked the bar.

If it wasn't his clothes, then what was it?

The answer came to me in a flash of insight, my unique Force Sense giving me information I otherwise had no way of knowing.

She knows what he is.

I rocked back like I'd been slapped.

I figured that getting information from a Force-User like Cirinis would be tough, maybe a bit vague, but what the hell did that mean?

I looked at Enra again, this time taking in his body rather than what he wore. He was a tall man, nearly two meters in height, and pretty fit for a man who worked in business for the most part. He wasn't human, but Cirinis hadn't reacted weirdly to me, and I was like, the benchmark for weird appearances.

Sure, Enra could be intimidating, with the red skin and black stripe tattoos, but he was as nice as they came. He even had a whole crown of horns! Horns were awesome! And those red eyes were really cool, too! I had a picture of us together from when I was younger, and his red eyes were really nice. Not as nice as my gold ones, of course, but still!

I'd never met another of his kind, but she was a Jedi - she must've met other Zabraks in her time?

Cirinis met Enra's eyes with a calm, near curious expression and said: "You're a Nightbrother."

Thalia's head whipped towards her, a mix of wariness and confusion playing across her features, and I doubted I was much better. Enra, though, looked more amused than anything.

"Not anymore", he explained with a shrug. "Got off that planet years ago, thank the stars." He reached forward, extending his hand to Cirinis with a cordial smile on his face. "Enra Maimerod, Remnant's Quartermaster, at your service."

Cirinis took his palm and they shook hands for a moment, and I saw Thalia relax out of the corner of my eye. I relaxed too as the Jedi responded, "Cirinis, Jedi Master. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Through the Force, I dimly sensed her weigh her words for a moment. "Forgive me", she started, "but I must say, the Nightsisters of Dathomir aren't known to let go of the things they believe they own."

"That they aren't." Enra glanced towards me, giving me a quick grin before turning back to Cirinis and Thalia. "Why don't you go check up on your buddies over there, Jedi. I'll pour us a drink and we can talk shop."

"Sounds like a plan." Cirinis agreed. "Is it okay if Caelum waits with my friends over there?"

"This a conversation we need to have in private, the three of us?" Enra asked, head cocked slightly as he absently grabbed a dirty glass from the bar top, beginning to clean it with a rag he pulled from his aprons pocket.

"Probably", she agreed, "I've nearly got the whole picture, and once we've chatted I think I'll know what to do."

"Pretty ominous, that", my sister muttered even as she took me by the shoulders and gently guided me to the table with Cirinis' companions.

"It wasn't meant to be", the Jedi said as she pulled out a stool at the bar. Enra moved back behind the bar so that he was opposite her, leaning forward and whispering something to her. I couldn't hear from where I was, and I had to turn away from those two since I didn't want to trip over a table leg or something. I could've used the Force to fix both of those problems through my Senses, but I didn't want to invade their privacy, nor was I that confident in my ability to move using the Force to see.

Normally, I'd practice that by tying a blindfold round my head and walking the path atop the Lord's Hand, but I stopped when I nearly walked off the side of the mountain. I'd been chasing this bird I could feel through the Force and my focus had wandered, so… yeh. Didn't do that again for a while.

I mean, I probably could? I had to shut my eyes to do it, though, since I wasn't skilled enough to use both my physical sight and my Force Sense, and - nevermind, we'd already reached the table.

"Hello again!" Thalia said, reaching out for a chair and gently pushing me into it, even as my thoughts began to run a klick a minute.

It's just sitting with strangers, I told myself, there's no reason to get nervous, Thalia and Enra are right over there.

I let my growing anxiety flow through me and into the Force, but that didn't stop me from trying my best to blend into my chair. At my sister's greeting, the only one to actually respond was Vosh, who looked up from his data pad and gave us a faux-enthusiastic wave.

I could barely see him, however, since Kilnen and Cear were so engrossed in their hushed argument that their faces were practically touching, with how far they leaned across the table.

They were damn near whispering compared to the other patrons here so whatever they were saying was being drowned out. Again, I held back from using the Force to learn what they were saying, but that was mainly because I didn't care to listen to whatever political posturing was happening there.

And the last, Naeth, the Captain and technically the highest ranking in the group, had somehow fallen asleep in his chair. In the time it had taken us to speak to Enra and walk over from the bar to the table, the man had folded his arms across his chest and nodded off, despite the noise of the bar and his two companions. I didn't know whether to be impressed or appalled.

Thalia looked from the now-sheepish looking co-pilot to his captain, and to the two arguing politicians, and rubbed her temples for a moment, eyes shut in exhaustion, pure and simple. After muttering a few… unsavoury words I'm sure she thought I couldn't hear, she kicked the leg of the table.

Naeth jerked up in his chair, eyes wide with the slightest bit of drool hanging out of his mouth. He looked around the bar, searching for the disturbance and when his eyes fell upon my sister, he paled. The delegates weren't much better, looking like they'd been flung out their row and back into their seats, and were now staring pale-faced at my sister.

Through the Force, I felt that Vosh, more than anything, just wanted to go to bed.

"Hi. Remember me?" Thalia said, resting one hand on the tabletop and the other in her pocket. "Nice guard lady, helped put you up here because I'm so kind?"

"'Course we remember you. It's only been… I don't know, a few hours?" Naeth droned, rubbing his eyes. "I really liked the way you threatened to shoot me with that blaster there." He nodded down at her holstered blaster. I smiled slightly, more to myself than anything. I'd built that blaster myself using parts from a series of older rifles using older schematics and blueprints to help guide me. Thalia's one I'd built using tools and my own two hands, but lately I'd been practicing my Telekinesis on technology. Building and disassembling technology, that kind of thing. One of my visions showed me running a diagnostic on my lightsaber by manually levitating each part which was awesome, so I got working on that as fast as possible.

Using the Force isn't like the magic in the fantasy holos Uyos watches, though. You can't just wave your hands and say some magic words and suddenly learn the future or move objects with your mind. It was about getting into the right mindset, ridding yourself of disruptive emotions and focusing your will through the Force into a single, cohesive idea, and giving that idea form. Even then, that was only to use the Force once. Getting to a point where you could use a Force Power with nothing but a thought and a minor effort of will took hours, days, even months of practice, all so you could forge a hammer of your mind and will fast enough to make a difference.

Cirinis had said my Telekinesis was above what Padawans years older than me were capable of, but she didn't know the hours I'd spent sitting on the roof of my home, focusing on moving cups and small boxes and growing my skill from there.

I'd only met one other Force User in my entire life, though, so I had no idea how most people took to practicing with the Force, or how hard any specific ability was to learn.

Maybe I was talented. I mean, I was nine years old and with only a year of training under my belt I could move objects with my thoughts, heal wounds, read and influence minds, and more. That sounded impressive, sure, but it had never let me help anyone in any meaningful way.

"You need to stop zoning out, little brother." Thalia said, gently cupping my cheek from behind my seat. I looked back and over my shoulder, towards her smiling face which shone with amusement and a tint of worry. "You back with us?"

I nodded and turned back to the table and saw Cirinis' four companions all staring at me, confusion etched across each of their faces. "Sorry, I got distracted…"

I need to talk to people more; this is embarrassing…

"Anyways, like I just said, this is my younger brother, Caelum." Thalia placed her hands on my shoulders almost like she was presenting me to the group, and I felt the anxiety begin to return. "He's really sweet and shy, so don't gang up on him please - I'm looking at you two", she said, pointing a finger towards Kilnen and Cear, though there was no real malice in her words. She was trying to lighten the mood and even though the others at the table didn't realise it, I appreciated that greatly.

I wasn't really social like Enra and Uyos and neither was Thalia, but she'd always been able to carry a conversation better than I could and I appreciated her helping me, so much so that I found myself able to relax. Honestly, the only reason I made it through most social situations was because I could literally learn people's thoughts and emotions: that made it pretty hard to actively get on someone's bad side.

Not impossible, just hard.

"Hello…" I said after a terse moment of silence.

"Is he the reason why the Jedi has been gone for so long?" The severe looking man, Kilnen piped up, looking at me with what looked like annoyance, but through the Force I could feel was more thinly veiled intrigue than anything. I had a hunch he didn't know just how much his sharp features and harsh expressions could alienate people, but it wasn't my place to tell him.

"Something like that. Basically, she's interested in him because they have the same magic powers." Everyone at the bar looked shocked at Thalia's words, before their eyes shifted to me almost simultaneously, and I had to fight my instinct to shrink away from their gazes. "I'd explain, except I don't really know much about it, nor do I really want to. I'm just leaving him here with you for a bit while Cirinis, the Quartermaster and I have a nice chat over by the bar. Sounds good?"

Naeth looked over the group and when he saw that no one was about to speak up, nodded. "That ain't a problem, little-miss gunslinger", he drawled, and I sensed that the nickname was more a well-meaning joke than anything, so I let it go. "We'll look after your boy for you."

"It's cute that you think I'm giving you a choice, but I appreciate the sentiment." She said with a laugh, before looking round at the rest of the off-worlders at the table. "Anything else?"

Cear went to speak, but Naeth, apparently the type to want the last word asked; "You reconsider my offer for a drink yet, huh?" Kilnen and Vosh looked almost scandalised at the pilot's flirting, while Cear was pretty damn angry at being interrupted. She managed to hide a fair amount of it though, her expression a curious mix of frustration and feigned indifference, but she couldn't hide it from me.

Thalia turned away with an amused shake of her head, giving me one last reassuring tap on the cheek as she walked away, but as she did she spoke. "Sorry, friend, but you're not my type", she said, and I knew she was smiling as the words left her.

"What is your type then?"

"Women!" Thalia called, spinning on her heels as she walked in order to face Naeth, shrugging her shoulders in a way that said "what can you do", before hopping onto the bar stool next to Cirinis as Enra passed her a glass of Rodian ale, which I learned through my Force Sense.

Naeth let out a good natured laugh, saluting my sister's back with his empty cup, letting out honest laugh. "Can't argue with that, now can you."

"You are a brute!…" Cear hissed, her attention having moved from Kilnen and to the captain. "I had a question for her, and I couldn't ask it because of your asinine flirting!"

"What's the question? Maybe I can help." The "brute" asked.

"I was going to ask her where the restroom is, but she's gone and I'm sure you don't know-"

"Head down through the door to the left of the bar, then take the second door to the right." Vosh called out, becoming the second person to cut her off, though this time she didn't seem too upset, instead leaving for the toilets without another word. Kilnen watched her off, glaring at her back as she left the room and shaking his head when she moved out of sight.

"That self-centred, stuck up, arrogant -" Kilnen's anger flared, but he looked towards me and remembered he was sat at a table with a child and forced down his frustration, along with what I imagined were some very creative curse words. "- respectable, hard working woman." After that, he placed his right elbow on the table and rubbed his face for a moment, muffling a long-suffering groan with his palm.

"Don't know why you're complaining, big man", Naeth called with a grin, draining the remnants of his drink before swiping Vosh's half full one. "You could've at least let the politics go while we're stuck down here, but you had to provoke her."

"She insulted my family!"

"She said she had to work harder than others to get to where she did." Naeth retorted.

"Implying I did not." Kilnen said, and I sensed that, despite what people may think, he had less help from his family than they believed. Barely any, even. "I work just as hard as she does, yet she feels she is owed more because she was born with less. Ones circumstances shouldn't affect their career, yet it feels like all she cares about is how someone got to where they are, not what they do now they're there."

"Listen, mate; I'm not much of a career-man, but I figure that maybe the best way to get her to stop being rude to you is to stop being rude to her?" Gone was the jovial tone of voice, Naeth was being deadly serious right now. "The way I see it, you two are stuck in a cycle of personal dislike and, considering that this trip can literally start a war between your worlds if you two aren't careful, maybe one of you should be the bigger person and break the cycle."

Kilnen leaned back in his seat and as impassive as his expression was, he was taking in Naeth's words. "And you think I should be the one to break this cycle?" He asked.

"I think you're the only one who'll listen to me right now, considering you can tolerate me where Cear seems to hate my very guts."

Kilnen remained silent at that, mulling over his words and thinking about what he might do next. Naeth and Vosh looked at each other after that, the captain subtly pointing me out to his aide, though it couldn't have been that subtle considering I noticed it, but Vosh only shook his head. Naeth rolled his eyes before turning to me, curiosity written across his features. "Right, kid. What's your deal?"

I opened my mouth to answer when Vosh slapped Naeth on the arm, giving him a fierce glare. "What my rude friend here is trying to say, is we'd like to hear about you. But first, why don't we start with names. I'm Vosh", he said, pointing to himself, before pointing out the others at the table. "That's Naeth, this is Kilnen, and the lady who just walked off is Cear."

"I know." I said, speaking for the first time since I'd sat down. "I've known who you are since your ship crashed, except for Cirinis."

"Right…" Vosh replied, looking a tad taken aback. "So, you can use the Force, right?"

"Since I can remember, yeah."

"That's pretty cool…" He replied. After a moment he glanced sideways at his captain, considering what he was about to say next. Then he leaned back and asked: "Can you show me?" His eyes were hesitant, but there was no denying the hope and curiosity on his face and in his words.

"Woah, hold on." Naeth butted in, laying a hand on his subordinate's shoulder and leaning in slightly. "We're meant to look after him, not get him to do a magic show! Cirinis'll kill me!" He hissed.

"And sitting here and asking about his life is gonna be better!?" Vosh argued back.

"I can hear you guys", I said, and the two pilots jerked away from each other. "Seriously, you two are loud even when you're trying to whisper. It's not very subtle."

"Yeah… Sorry kid." Naeth honestly looked apologetic along with Vosh too, and through the Force I sensed that the two of them didn't have much experience around children. None of Cirinis' group did as far as I could sense. I couldn't read the Jedi herself all that well, but I had a feeling she was in a similar ship to them, too.

"I don't know…"

And I really didn't. I can't remember, but at some point in my life I'd made the decision to refrain from using the Force in the public eye. I'd seen how the people of Remnant reacted to it, how they looked at me; was I going to start again, practically at the drop of a hat?

"If it's not too much trouble", Vosh hurried to say. "It's just, I've heard stories of the Jedi my whole life and today I'm actually with one, but the only time I saw her do anything cool was when we were in life threatening danger. I didn't really have any time to take it in."

"I remember." I explained, and my eyes fell upon the empty dishes in front of the three men. "I felt you all recovering from the crash, I felt you all traversing the forest and when the Shadows attacked I felt you run for your lives." As I spoke, I briefly considered putting on a show, weighing the pros and cons of it.

Kilnen took the chance to join in the conversation, inquiring; "Are you a Jedi like Cirinis? Some lost apprentice, or whatever they're called?"

"Nuh uh." I answered with a shake of my head. "I've been here my whole life, mostly."

"Mostly?"

"Yeah. Fell here in an escape pod, landed right here, actually." I pointed at the room around me, and I saw understanding dawn in their eyes. I felt more and more questions pop into their minds, spurred on by my answering the first. But… "I'm sorry, but it's been a long day and I'm not really feeling up to answering a load of questions again."

"Yeah, we get it kid. No sweat."

Naeth.

"I shouldn't have pushed."

Vosh.

"My apologies."

Kilnen.

And suddenly everyone was back to walking on eggshells around me. Again and again this happened, people took one look at me and assumed I was some weirdo in need of coddling, and looking back on it I didn't really help myself with it, now did I? Back in my home on the Lord's Hand, on the path on the way down, and now here.

Regardless of what happened tonight, I knew that my life was going to change, someway or another.

Some days Destiny comes knocking on your door. Some days you have to seize it with your own two hands. That was what I believed, so if my life was going to change, I had to change with it, and I couldn't wait for change, or Destiny for that matter to come knocking.

I'd taken the first step through the door when Cirinis found me in my workshop and I came here with her, but it was up to me to keep walking.

"But", I began, and all three at the table turned to me, "I can show you guys a couple things. If you want?"

They nodded hesitantly, and I raised a palm towards the dinnerware on the table. I let my senses extend through the Force, holding the image of what I wanted to happen in my mind and dedicating my will to it. I didn't need to close my eyes for something like this, and I watched as everything atop the table began to float.

I let them hang in the air for a moment, taking in the impressed looks upon their faces, before, with an effort of will, started Telekinetically sorting everything into neat piles. One by one, the empty glasses were stacked in one another, next to the stack of plates and bowls with the dirty cutlery. I had wanted to sort everything simultaneously, but I wasn't that good.

Not yet.

Still, as Naeth, Vosh and Kilnen all let out laughs and smiles, applauding me, suddenly the wary looks from the patrons around me ceased to matter, and I found myself smiling and laughing too.

I sensed Cirinis and my family, Thalia and Enra, looking at me with amusement and joy, too, and I wondered why I ever ran away and hid. The joy and happiness I could bring was worth more than any scathing glances thrown my way.

"That was awesome!" Vosh cried, holding up a hand to me and I slapped my palm against it, even as I winced slightly at the force. "Dude… What else can you do?"

Briefly, in the back of my mind, I sensed Cirinis, Thalia and Enra coming to a disagreement about something, and I realised that they were discussing plans for the future.

Plans for my future.

That should have filled me with a sense of fear, or even dread, and for a moment I considered using my Force Sense to listen in. Even with Cirinis there, a Force User who most likely could hinder the information I wanted to gather, a little knowledge was better than none, but I didn't.

I enjoyed the chat with the three guys, and when Cear returned I showed her a little of my Force abilities, too.

It took me a moment to realise why I held back, why I didn't intrude on their private conversation, and it was because I had faith in the Force. Faith that, no matter what happened, I'd make it through in the end. All I had to do was meet Destiny head on, and seize it with my two hands.

An hour or so passed, and Cirinis walked over to the table and greeted her comrades. "I hope you haven't gotten into too much trouble while I was away?"

"Eh, this place isn't so bad", Naeth said. "The food and drinks are good, it isn't cold, and Magic-Man over here is pretty funny, so…"

"Well 'Magic-Man' and I are gonna head over to the bar to talk." She reached down and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and said. "Uyos will be here soon, and we wanted run something by her when she gets here. Before that, though, I wanted to talk a little, just the two of us. Is that okay?"

"That's fine", I said, and meant it.

I sat at my sisters side and accepted the glass of water offered to me, and I knew they were building up to asking something big - something life changing.

I knew my answer already.

So that's chapter 5. Some world-building, some character interaction and development, all leading up to next chapter where things will start to take off, which I'm honestly really excited for. If I'm being entirely honest with all of you, I wanted to the Revenant Five part of this story to be done with in a single chapter, but when I was writing the first prologue from Cirinis' perspective I realised that this wasn't a story where I could do away with the details; not if I really wanted to explore the character's and the setting. I'm in this story for the long haul. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll see you all next time.