We dropped out of hyperspace roughly 5 minutes later, and were deposited right next to a green forest planet I recognized as Takodana. As they had travelled, Daughter and I had a talk about ourselves, and I had told her about my family, my annoying brothers, and my mother, who tried her best to protect me from my rageful and abusive father. She told me more of her life, and what she'd experienced over her millions of years of life. As she talked, I tried not to stare too hard, but I couldn't stop it. I couldn't help but focus on how beautiful she was and how she glowed with light that accentuated her every feature. She looked like a young angel, except even more astounding. Her facial features were perfectly sculpted as if she was more of a statue than a real girl. But looking at her, I realized how I had undersold her beauty, even though I'd been fascinated with it before this whole mess occured. The animators had done a great job, but they ridiculously undersold how breathtakingly stunning she was. I blinked, trying to get that out of my head. However she looked, I didn't think she'd appreciate me goggling over her. Then he'd mess up another potential friendship.

She met my eyes, and she looked away. I did the same, trying not to hopelessly blush.

Still wondering how the Hades I learned to to fly a spaceship, I docked the ship nearby Maz Kanata's cantina. I got off the ship, Daughter following me. Just to make small talk, I asked, "So, Daughter, um, I know you've lived a long time, but you've never really left Mortis. Do you by any chance know what a cantina is, or cantina etiquette?"

She stared at me blankly. "What is a cantina? Is that some kind of music?"

I blinked. Daughter laughed. "I'm messing with you. Yes, I know what a cantina is."

"Good. By the way, if this is too personal, you dont have to answer it. Why are you called Daughter? Was there some history behind this, or was your father just really bad at naming things?"

She laughed again. "Actually, I don't know why I'm called Daughter. My father called me that, and I went with it. I guess it's just simple, especially when we were the only ones on the entire planet. I guess it was just ordinary, because that's really just what we were to him. His son and daughter. Maybe that's why he named us that."

She looked down sadly, as if remembering her somewhat crazy family alive had hurt her. I sympathized, I'd lost my little brother only a year before. Sure, we didn't get along, but we were family, and somewhere deep down we knew we loved each other. Daughter, however, had known her father and brother for millions of years, and lost them at the same time. I couldn't imagine how much pain she was in.

"Hey," I called to her. "I don't know everything about you, but if there's one thing I do know, it's that there is nothing ordinary about you, Daughter."

She looked at him gratefully.

I pushed my luck a little. "Well, I know that you're also not just a daughter, either. You're a good person, and a friend. I may be pushing a little, but Daughter doesn't seem like an appropriate or easy name for you. You are special, Daughter, and your name doesn't show who you are."

She smirked at him. "Well, I'm all open to ideas. This is a new life for me. New life, new identity. What do you suggest you call me?"

I was surprised, I thought she would have pushed me away for suggesting it, but she seemed totally invested in the idea. A feeling came to me. I recalled the meditation, and the Force telling me a single name, and that I would know when to use it. This, I know is the moment.

"I was thinking, a name that fits you, something that's elegant, and special, like you. Something like... Thea, I was thinking. It's a Greek name, meaning, 'goddess of light', or 'godly'."

"Thea," she repeated. She smiled brightly at him. "I love it. You can call me Thea from now on, if you want."

"Alright then," I replied, "Thea it is."

She was still smiling, and she moved some of her long hair behind her ears. I thought she might've been blushing, but I knew better. Daughter (Thea now) couldn't be into me, especially since she'd lived for at least a million years, my life would be like an insignifigant speck in her large lifespan, and she would live millenia longer than I would. There was simply no way we would, even could, be together. It would be against nature, a pairing that would never be able to work.

I hadn't noticed we had reached the cantina until I almost ran into a wall. Luckily, Thea grabbed my arm and stopped me from face-slamming into a giant slab of reinforced steel.

"Thanks," I told her.

She shrugged. "It was nothing," she replied.

I entered the bar, Thea at my side.

Just then, Maz Kanata walked up to us. She was a short, humanoid alien with small brown eyes maginfied with special glasses and wrinkled burnt orange skin from centuries of living and smiling. She welcomed the pair of us to her cantina, and invited us inside.

Maz showed Thea and I to a table in the corner of the building, where the only nearby booth filled was occupied by a young Rutian Twi'lek, a girl with blue skin and a pair of blue prehensile appendages that sprouted from her skull. She wore practical clothing, and she seemed to focus on me with mild interest, as if she remembered me from somewhere. Of course, she couldn't have, as I'd been in this galaxy for less than a day, and the only person I'd come across was Thea/Daughter.

Maz told us of what had been happening in recent times. She'd been wandering around the cantina so much, she'd heard all the gossip and trade talk all from all over the galaxy.

Looking sorrowful, Maz told us of a major threat that had been everywhere.

"The pirate, Saru'ul. He's been pillaging towns and villages, plundering trade ships, destroying outposts, killing innocent people. He's a rouge Tholothian general, abandoned his military to scavenge the galaxy. Those who opposed him, no longer exist. Only one person I've seen come here has survived an encounter with him." She inclined her head to the female Rutian Twi'lek who'd been eyeing me before.

"Rumor has it that Saru'ul has gathered some pretty important intel about a phenomena that occured just last night. Your arrival," she acknowledged me, "has sent the worlds into chaos, though I don't know why. If you want to find out why you're here, you're best bet: find Saru'ul. Either make a deal with him, kill him, or torture him into giving you the intel. The dangerous part: many armies have died trying to fight him. The tricky part is that no one knows where to find him. This Twi'lek has told me she's been following a lead on how to find him. She has unfinished business with him. If you want to find Saru'ul, you talk to her. Good luck," she said as she walked back over to greet new arrivals.

I looked at Thea, and we had a silent conversation that ended with a mutual decision.

We headed over to the Twi'lek girl and sat down.

"Anything I can help you with?" She asked us in a strong French accent. She seemed questionate enough, though I could tell she was testing us.

"My lady, I am Morgan. This is my friend Thea. We're here because we need some advice. Maz Kanata said you've been following a lead on the whereabouts of the pirate Saru'ul.

At the mention of the name, the girl's knuckles whitened. "Look, I don't know anything about you. But if there's one thing you should know about me, it's that I'm not just going to give you valuable intel on where to find him."

I wasn't detered. "What would make it worth your while?"

She smirked, as if he liked that question. She gave me an approving nod.

"I want to come with you."

I stared at her. "That's all you want? Why?"

She slammer her fist on the table, though I don't think she was angry at us. "For your information, I'm Jade Secura, though you can call me Jade. My grandmother was Aayla Secura, the Jedi Master. She secretly fell in love with a Lethan Twi'lek, and they had a child. My father, Marelle Secura. Shortly after he was born, Emperor Palpatine ordered the deaths of all Jedi Masters. On the Outer Rim world Felucia, My grandmother's own troopers bombarded her with blaster fire." Her gaze turned bitter and angry.

"My father married a famous Twi'lek named Lemarus, though no one ever knew her last name. Marrying my father, she took up the name Secura. From a young age, my father taught me to defend myself with the talents of my grandmother. I've never been particularly force-sensitive, but I did inherit some of her lightsaber skill. When I was 11, our home was bombarded by an inter-galatical criminal. My mother and I made it out fine, but my father died in the initial blast. We later found out that the attacker had been hunting us for some reason, and had finally found our home. Swiftly, my mother moved us away from our home to somewhere on a different side of the planet. We were fine there, and we were able to live in peace. At least, until I was 16, when the bomber came back, and my mother barely had time to hide me away before she was shot and killed." Her face was filled with murderous rage.

"This pirate's name was Saru'ul, and he killed my parents in cold blood. I've been alone for two years, with no one but myself. As far as I know, Saru'uls looking for me, so I had to train up. An 18 year old Twi'lek wouldn't have stood a chance against a guy like that. So I've trained. I've gathered intel on where he might be at all times. You might be my only chance to finally take him down. So, I'm coming with you. And before you tell me it's too dangerous, save your breath. I inherited the combat skill of Aayla Secura, and I carry the Blade of Anubis."

From her pocket she produced an elegant lightsaber handle, and she turned it on. A large, gray blade of light spurred from the end. She threw a cup in the air and barely even touched it with her lightsaber. The cup crumbled to ash.

"I have rarely a clue why the crystal I used in my saber disintegrates whatever it touches, but it comes in handy. I also don't know why it's called the Crystal of Anubis..."

"Because Anubis is Egyptian," I said, "The god of funerals and sometimes death, though not the god of the dead, that job was filled by Osiris. It was said Anubis could manipulate mummy linen, but also that he hosted a strange power in the form of gray energy that turned whatever it touched to dust."

Jade shrugged. "Maybe," she said, "but that doesn't matter. You want to find Saru'ul. I can give you that. My terms: I'm going with you, and we're going to either kill, or torture him. He'll pay for his crimes against my family, and the rest of the galaxy as a whole. Do we have a deal?"

"You drive a hard bargain," I accepted and held out my hand. She shook it and smiled.

"Then we have an accord," I responded.