Typical disclaimer yada yada yada. Lets get this show on the road

I got laryngitis while finishing up this chapter

"Seek out doom and you shall find those willing to give you hell. Ignore warnings and common sense to not kick the hornets nest for if you do your evil ways will cause others to turn on you. And thus you shall be consumed like an arbiter of fate."

Chapter 4- Secrets untold, mine to behold

It was a typical day on Coruscant really the sun was shining, the roads were open with traffic and the city's sounds were over stimulating. Its days like these Yoda personally hated the most. He didn't find out until last night that important paperwork needed to be turned in and was bogged down in the system till it was nearly due. To say that the grandmaster was irritated was an understatement Kanima had to take over his classes while he got the paperwork done. He got it done in time thankfully but it took most of the day and a latter part of the night.

He eventually made it to bed late but didn't sleep soundly. He was plagued by nightmares of something in space terrorizing an entire sector. It couldn't have been a leviathan. It was something far worse. It was going to be one of those days wasn't it?

Four classes in and Yoda could already feel a headache blooming behind his eyes. Karba noticed that his mood seemed rather irritable today. Despite everything the grandmaster isn't immune to having bad days everyone knows this.

Elsewhere in hyperspace two near-Ikkarians were arguing loudly in the lounge of a spaceship. I say near-ikkarian if only because they resemble them all except in stature and teeth. Internally that is a different matter as the two argue in their native tongues.

"I told you we should have made a left!" The shorter male argued with the female.

"No I said left you said right at the Balaroos cluster!" The female argued her ears flared back her mouth drawn into a snarl. Baring her teeth which looked like an odd mixture of sharp fang like teeth and blunt ones. They both had forehead scutes in a unique pattern much like a unique identifying feature with a prominent brow ridge hooding the eyes. Three fingers that were clawed and three toes still their human size was an unusual feature.

"Will you two morons shut up?!" Another voicebarked furiously. As they dropped out of hyperspace unknowingly entering Republic space. Or perhaps knowingly in the grizzled old commander's case.

"Now we are going to ask for directions and be civilized about it." The other person came in his presence was that of a commander as he grasped both of their shoulders painfully enough to get their attention and making the younger male wince as he squeezed.

"Do not embarrass me." The older commander type said his steel grey hair matched his forest green toned skin and his orange eyes seemed to shift color in the ever shifting light. The younger male at five foot six was still shorter than the six feet total on the older commander nodded the same with his female companion. The female had brownish blonde hair with stormy green-blue eyes wearing expensive looking clothing that looked designer. Jeans and a long sleeved shirt with embroidery on both of barsogalla trees which looked like a odd mixture of a plum and cherry trees in bloom on them and birds of some sort. Her hair was about shoulder length and was wavy obviously because she styled it that it came out that way. Her skin wasn't green but a deep chocolate color with a shade of green within.

Surprisingly she didn't wear makeup despite looking like she could pull it off. Ironic that.

The younger male looked like he could pass as a member of the scrapper guild with his clothing the grey eyes of his belayed a sharp intelligence. Something was off about both of them though no one else was on the ship except maybe the astromech and he was little more than a pet. With shorter dark brown hair near black with facial hair a mustache to be clear. A strong jaw with a softer facial structure though the lack of nose ridges was actually rare for them and he did lack them. Some would attribute this to a deformity of some sort you might be correct in that assumption as well. Still he is far older than he looks but far younger than the commander of the ship.

The commander was not a good looking man grizzled by age and battles untold he carried a certain darkness with him that he cannot get rid of. Nor could he even if he tried as the past is what made him this way. His skin was an artichoke green with a bit less yellow in its undertones due to the pigment being uneven due to scar tissue and thus paler in color. Pockmarked skin caused by something and burn scars going down his right arm covered in the clothing he wore. He had a buzz cut more like a marine back in the day his eyes were orange sure and shifted color depending on the light hitting them.

He had been a career military man at one point before being honorably discharged. If only his superiors knew what he did without them knowing if they had then he wouldn't have been honorably discharged at all. His eyes were full of ice and for those who knew him personally could say that he was a sonofabitch with a high charisma, with a reputation that would make a sith pureblood shutter. As he went back to the cockpit after they dropped out of hyperspace making their way down to a little blue and green marble called Naboo.

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Yoda was ordered by the senate to try and deal with a crew trying to do something on Naboo. They were still trying to find a translator droid that could figure out their tongue figuring Yoda might have more luck. For some inane reason they thought it was a damn good idea.

"We cannot pin down the exact tongue as of yet." The senator of Naboo a human called Azarith Organa said the fancy Naboo fashions were always rather irritating for some more simple folk. A distant relation to the Organa's of Alderdaan who was far less willing to wear the more recent fashions. Formerly a initiate who instead chose to become senator of the planet Naboo which he was born on.

"I believe that there might be a relation between your species and there's master Yoda." Another holographic human said a aid or junior senator who was wearing clothing more befitting her station. By that I mean fancy high class Naboo clothing which was almost as bad as the stupid female hairstyles.

"What?" Yoda taken aback his own people typically learn basic if they were intent on leaving their homeland.

"Sending the information now."

They were like taller versions of ikkarians except they weren't his species. The holographic images couldn't capture their skin color or anything which has proven somewhat detrimental. At least to a point. Yavanna's still working on it.

"How tall were they?" Yoda asked he had his suspicions.

The senator and the aid exchange looks.

"Why is that relevant?"

"Justified my question is, answer it maybe I can help or not." Yoda's voice sounded strained. Like where this is going I do not. Yoda thought.

"Typical human height."

Yoda's eyes narrowed from his chair in the high council chamber. There was a lot of bad blood between his species which is the dominant one and the Ikaarisans. Which despite their size advantage gave up far more they gained their name from a region of Ikkari Prime where they numbered well over a thousand. They thrived there while the Ikkarians didn't like the area at all. They have been known to raid settlements of his species in the past back when they lived on the same goddamned planet and kill their children.

Ikaarisans may age the same but their children are a different story aging at a faster rate than typical for Ikkarians except during exceptional environmental factors.

Yoda grimaced disgusted at the very thought while the younger more innocent ones tend to be rather easy to be around. The older ones are a different story; their pheromones act as a sort of 'stay away from me' displeasure sign. While not all of their race disliked the ikkarians enough to be this petty the scent stays with you typically nearly all day. Granted pheromones typically don

"Not the same species we are. If in same room we are for prolonged period miserable we will become."

He left out the bit where the two cannot stand each other the pheromones that they have actually act as the repulsing thing like with magnets the same pole repulses another of the same polarity. It causes them to gradually avoid each other like the plague. Considering that it was either that or annihilation. Take your pick.

"Can you do it?"

"Hearing me you are not? It's a bad idea to put me in the same room and expect good results." Yoda snapped irritated.

Yaddle had no idea what these people were having never heard anything about these near-ikkarian species so was utterly clueless.

"Know not why you are so hesitant about this." Yaddle said a bit concerned about how against this Yoda was.

"How bad could it be?"

"Easier to program a droid than deal with them." Yoda snapped.

There was a lot of bad blood even now centuries if not millennium since the great schism. They made the fool mistake of erasing or hiding the history during the pre-old Republic before Kreia Fell. Hiding they even existed until the truth finally dawned and it dawned in fire. Yoda dealt with their kind before and it wasn't a fun time. For anyone.

That pretty much forced them to vote on it sending Yoda and Yaddle with backup from Yavanna who was asked to help on the behalf of the counsel.

It didn't end well.

Naboo was host to these threesome who were unusually unable to speak basic who were currently being held by immergration. Or perhaps they were hoping for a confrontation? They couldn't be certain either way when the council outvoted those against Yoda he didn't have a choice but to go. As Yoda was wound tighter than a spring he was half expecting a deadly trap to be sprung. The trip was rather quiet between the three Yoda looked absolutely furious about the vote but it cooled down to something with a simmering hatred almost volcanic something that was carefully hidden in his own force concealment. Modified to hide his own obvious displeasure though the fact he was quietly stewing made it harder for anyone to enjoy the trip in the corvette class Republic ship.

"The ship what is it?" She asked a crewmember.

"Corvette class diplomatic ship." A crew member answered Yavanna she may have changed her clothing to better blend in with the two but the only reason why she was here was because the jedi asked her to. And they understood that her own master wants her to overcome her fear of the Republic by seeing the good and bad. So why not let her come as a sort of tagalong? Especially considering what happened a few weeks ago with that kaiju sized being giving her an egg which she doesn't believe was that of his species either. She has yet to identify the species but thanks to the people in the crèche who deal with various races even ones that lay eggs she managed to get a stable incubator set up.

Apparently bioscanners can correctly identify stable incubation temperatures with fertilized eggs. Weird.

Having no prior real time experience with Republic Ships old Republic ships yes. But even their aging battleships had been retired and while the designs of ships from the Old Republic era are still quite prevalent in her sector of Wildspace. Likewise while the ships go beyond battlecruisers, transport of troops, supplies or even star fighters and beyond that personal private ships. The designs are a solid mix between the Eternal Empire, Old Republic, and the Sith Empire with improvements and alterations since the fall of each. Likewise she was used to having to deal with the occasional complaint of computers just not meshing well with the current system. You could say because your dealing with designs based off many different types of ship specifically what works and what doesn't and meshed together it doesn't always mesh seamlessly.

This type of ship is completely new to her while one could argue its because the ship itself was meant for all the parts being used correctly the problem is that the Eternal Empire to have a population without needs or wants really they ended up draining other planets of resources. Even though Zakuul may have not stripped Zathar dry of its natural resources when it came down to it they fought like demons possessed. Enough to frustrate the eternal emperor Arcaan who unlike his father probably wouldn't drain the planet of all life. Even so the fact that it came down to a nasty fight with Titania personally leading the space battle. The resources after the battle typically led to shipbuilders using the designs of their foes not out of disrespect but as a sign of honoring the fallen.

Beyond that the fact imperial ships computers were salvaged and plans were easy to get long after the war. Especially if you knew where to look for ship designs which led to them being blended together with a typical zatharian flair to it. They may have not been Sluissi who consider such shipbuilding an art but they worked with what they had and it worked pretty well. Especially considering once a ships broken in the glitches in the computer rarely appear unless it's during a deep space journey lasting over five years, or in extraordinary cases like anomalies or the ilk.

"I'm guessing you've never been in one?" The crewmate glanced at her friendly giving her a side glance.

"No, most of the ships where I'm from are built for defense, shipping, personal use, long range exploration missions, scientific research, salvage or war." Yavanna explained.

"How long are we talking for a long range?" The crewmember asked curious.

She thought about it for a moment.

"Deep space exploration missions can last upwards to six years before returning back to known space if they aren't attacked damaged or otherwise maimed."

"I'm guessing that your people don't have access to bacta?"

She made a sour looking face.

"Bacta is limited for some things and in some sectors outright banned. It cannot fix everything, especially considering our biology." Yavanna winced recalling her mother's cracked horn and cut in the middle of the other horn. The memory of her being deeply hurt physically and mentally alongside the rather deep wounds from a lightsaber and even to this day she's not quite right.

Perhaps I should ask my mother if she would be willing to speak with Yoda about living with them? The jedi seem to be more ...well they might be more receptive considering the old temple has too many bad memories she can't erase. The fear that her tormentor might come back from the dead and possess her progeny after causing them to fall into darkness like hooks in them. Perhaps I should take a few of the counsel aside and speak to them privately? Mother has mentioned wanting to leave not out of spite but to find her own inner peace after what happened I do not blame her. Another time perhaps. Yavanna thought coming up with a plan for her mother at least the beginnings of a plan with multiple options at least was the best option.

"Hmmm?"

Bacta can't mend horns. Yavanna thought miserably. Her horns shifting to a grey and slowly turning black.

"It can't fix our horns the smaller ones sure but the main ones? The largest ones? Which externally can be complex in shape and internally even more so. Bacta cannot fix our horns if harmed. If its cut to the base we can suffer brain hemorrhaging, if they shatter while using the full extent of our vectors death will follow, a cracked horn reduces our ability to use vectors and even with treatment may never fully repair itself. My mother cracked her horn and the other broke clean off while the broken one regrew the crack never healed properly. Bacta burns the cells which allow's our horns to change color to our emotions."

Even as they entered the port then the fun began. If you will call the warzone it would absolutely become in a couple hours.

Yoda was led into the room where the three imbeciles were being held with Yaddle and Yavanna trailing close behind the guards close behind.

What did they do to warrant such security?

We would soon find out.

The pheromones the ikkarrians caught wind of as well as the larger subspecies as well as something else Yoda recognized the commander vaguely despite being a few decades older than him if not a century. Despite the immediate or near immediate reaction as well as the door locking behind the three to Yoda's shock his eyes widening.

Not part of the deal this was.

Yaddle having never dealt with this scent before from this perspective grew irked at them locking the door.

"Ruse is up."

"Hello again Shogun Yoda."

"Figured this was a elaborate ruse when locked the door they did."

"Yet you fell for it didn't you Apollyon?"

Yoda's eyes darkened a dark look passing over his face. Something that the taller ikarisan took a certain joy in

"Called by that name I am no longer." Yoda snarled absolutely furious, shocking everyone in the room Yavanna and Yaddle who never knew him to be easily infuriated. Actually Yaddle can't recall a time he was angry legitimately in her life actually.

"Yet you can't escape it. Didn't you slaughter your own country's leader and burn his family alive when you were recalled to your planet?"

This wasn't something he wished for anyone to know at all his reasons for doing so may have been just but doing such as grandmaster is almost like a grandmaster becoming a warlord its rather tasteless. Yoda knew that maybe it would come up eventually but he hoped it never would. As Shogun he's been called to do some rather horrible things for everyone's sake and very few people knew how bloodthirsty he was when he was younger he's tried to suppress it. That primal urge to cause pain to those who deserved it and several other things mostly unspent sexual frustration. He's fought himself mentally for centuries and no one even knew that he hated the rules against attachment just parroting them back and the code so he could even become a padawan officially and then later a knight.

Eventually he lost his own self and forgot his original distaste for them more precisely he stopped fighting it and gave in.

"What are you talking about this wrinkly old guy can't be him. He seems rather chill and well liked." Surprisingly for some reason the younger ones weren't giving off any of those pheromones' which act as arggavating irritant to the mood of ikkarians.

"I'm in agreement here."

"You don't know him like I do."

The female rolled her eyes.

"Maybe because your antagonizing him you idiot." She snapped at him sharply causing the commander to glare daggers at her.

"Yeah I don't have a death wish." The other male said staying out of it. A wise choice. One doesn't merely kick a hornets nest nor agitate a tiger without a reason and usually that reason is exceptionally stupid especially in regards to both scenarios. Right then the commander didn't care that Yoda's species were far more dominant for reasons. That they could easily overpower them by strength despite their small size which is the main reason why they were dominant.

What he said next made Yoda absolutely lose it.

I killed your wife.

BANG!Cliffhangar. What did I call the three again? Did I even give them names? No matter we shall find out.

Also during the clone wars specifically a comic Yoda carried a huge box which had a giant chaingun which Yoda then used to obliterate an entire droid army. I figure this means that their species is not only extremely durable but able to lift immense amounts of weight naturally. Which makes sense but I'm sure that more will be revealed in time.