Whipstaff entered the port town, hardly knowing where he was or what year it was. From the looks of things, it was spring in the port town, with flowers blooming nearby. Green trees lined the streets, giving it a bright and warm atmosphere to the port town. Whipstaff took one last look at the boat deck, before entering the port town.

He caught a glimpse of the sign. Friendship, Maine. That's where he was! But what year was it? He looked at a newspaper that landed on his black dress shoes. It was 1883. How was that possible? He hardly knew. He just hoped for something friendly to occur, like a family walking by with their children. Oh, how lovely! At least, that's what he assumed anyway.

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Whipstaff, in his Tree Unicorn form, had a painted coat and a tan spiral horn. Now that he was in his human form, he had a tan star nestled in the centermost part of his forehead, which he kept hidden beneath a black bowler hat.

In his human form, Whipstaff had short, ruffled brown hair, blue eyes, rough features, and pale skin, which was tanned, due to being outdoors. Today, he wore a black jacket, a black waistcoat, a white dress shirt, dark grey trousers, and black dress shoes.

In all, he was fit to travel through the Victorian Era. At least, until the time when Aslan called out to him again, informing him that he needed to return to the Land of Unicorns. But when would that happen? That was something Whipstaff had to find out.

For now, he just wanted to build his manor. But how was he going to do that? He'd better find out, as well as see who was willing to work with him, should he find the right person Aslan wanted him to find.

Then again, Aslan didn't give him a name of the person who would help him. Oh well. Whipstaff would figure it out on his own.

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Whipstaff set the newspaper down on a wooden bench, before proceeding into town again. The dirt streets were lined up with buildings and outdoor shops, with produce selling to the nearest buyers and sellers. Horse-drawn carriages drove from one end of the streets to the next, sometimes disappearing further down the street to their local destinations. Whipstaff looked on, surprised to see two-story Victorian Era houses located away from the downtown area of Friendship, Maine.

Whipstaff sighed upon seeing a hospital not too far away from the downtown area of Friendship, Maine. More than anything, he wanted to go to the hospital, but walked away before he had the chance to enter the building. There was just something about that building that worried him. These people didn't know Unicorns existed. So, would they trust him with this knowledge, what he went through, or even the fact that Aslan existed? And if they knew Aslan existed, did he go by another name in this world?

Whipstaff soon returned to the downtown area, in search of somewhere to rest and relax. Surely, there had to be someone who knew what he'd been through, someone who knew who Aslan was, and who knew about his, Whipstaff's, mission. But who could he trust? Who would be worthy enough to know what he was up to? He looked around the downtown area again, finding his mission almost unworthy to complete. He sighed, leaning back against a black lamppost to recover from his walk.

He turned his gaze to one of the local vendors, who was selling wine. Well, that was interesting! Maybe he should try out some new wine, see how he approved of it. He approached the vendor, ordering two bottles of red and white wine. He checked his wallet, finding he had enough money to buy the wine. He smiled, grateful to see his wine bottles, filled to the brim with red and white wine, weren't damaged and given to him in their own carry all case.

"Thank you," he said, taking the wine case and heading back down the sidewalk with it.

He looked around, realizing someone was following him. He looked back in time to see two men wearing black Victorian style suits trailing him. He turned down an alley, hoping he wasn't spotted by the men. Nope. Instead, the two men caught him, blocking his path, and pinning him against the brick wall.

"What? Who are you?" Whipstaff asked, right as one of the men covered his mouth with his pale-skinned hand.

"Shh!" the second man whispered, waiting until the crowds passed, before the first man released Whipstaff.

"We're here to help you. Aslan sent you here, right? To build the manor?" the first man asked, curiously.

Whipstaff nodded silently. "He did." These were the men he was waiting for? Oh wow! "But how did you know?"

"We have our ways," the first man said, removing his grey bowler hat to fix his brown, mullet hair, before putting the bowler hat back on his head. "You're coming with us. Mr. McFadden now has a newborn son. He's important to this Universe, and the Universe we live in."

"We've got another Age, before Mr. McFadden's son plays his part in the events to come," the second man said in delight.

"And how does this help me build my manor?" Whipstaff asked, confused.

The first man shook his head. "No. Your mission is simple: you put your name on the manor. That's it. Mr. McFadden and his family will take care of the rest."

"That doesn't mean you won't be involved in some events here on Earth, like establishing its lot and assisting with the building of the manor," the second man explained, calmly and with reason.

"Who are you two?" Whipstaff asked, confused.

"You're not the only one who has traveled through time, to get to this point in Earth's history," the second man said, with ease. "I'm Carth. Carth Onasi. I'm from the Galaxy Far, Far Away. The Republic's missed good men and women from the second Seven Realms. Parker Dooley's assisted with stopping the Emperor. I believe he can do more for the Galaxy Far, Far Away, if he so chooses."

Whipstaff turned to the first man, asking him, "And you? Who are you?"

"I'm Revan," the first man said. He looked at Whipstaff, asking him, "How are you handling your human form?"

"My… my human form?" Whipstaff asked, nervously. He murmured to Revan and Carth, worriedly, "It's just my human form. No need to bother with it."

"Well, you've earned the respect from Revan and Carth," Revan pointed out, bluntly.

"Well, we can talk more in an alley or we can wait until we get to our base to discuss matters further. We'll explain more once we get there," Carth stated, not liking being out in the open like this.

Whipstaff nodded in agreement. "Lead the way. You seem to know this mission more than me."

"Let's go. Aslan gave us a house to use as a base for the time being," Revan said, leading Carth and Whipstaff out of the alley and back down to the downtown area. Whipstaff followed, unsure about this venture and whether it was wise to trust Revan and Carth. For now, anyway.

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Whipstaff waited until he, Revan, and Carth reached the two-story Victorian house, its shingles painted white and the roof black, before snapping his fingers. It was so relieving to wear a blue tunic, brown breeches, black boots, and a black belt. He watched Revan and Carth as their clothes changed into the clothes they wore in the Galaxy Far, Far Away. Revan wore a green combat suit with chest pockets and a grey utility belt, while Carth wore a red, gold, and brown soldier's outfit.

Frankly, Whipstaff was relieved there were some things that were back to normal, as normal as he could be, but surprised when the house turned into a futuristic apartment with a tall ceiling, a workbench, and metal walls, as well as a metallic blue floor. There were some round tables as well as a security chest here and there.

Whipstaff sighed. He should have expected much from two men from the Galaxy Far, Far Away, but then he wasn't used to futuristic things, after being in the Land of Unicorns for so long.

"So, tell me what brought you two to this world," Whipstaff asked Revan and Carth, curiously.

"There's not much to tell," Carth said at once. "Taris is destroyed, Revan and I were on Dantooine to find rest and recover from the destruction of Taris, as well as to meet up with the Jedi, and see what they wanted with Revan, when we were caught in a portal that led us to this world."

"Aslan came to us shortly after we got to this base," Revan said, plainly. "He said this house is connected to Dantooine. At the same time, it's also connected to the Land of Unicorns. We'll be safe, for now."

"We just don't want to blow our cover, while we're here," Carth said.

"Right, because Unicorns don't exist here," Whipstaff said, plainly.

"Oh, they exist, just not in the way you think," Carth said.

"You mean, they existed once in this world. They might still exist, as far as I know," Revan pointed out.

"But still, people here can't know I shapeshift into a Tree Unicorn. Right," Whipstaff said, not liking the idea that he had to keep his true nature hidden from this world.

"Yeah, it would be bad if they saw you as a unicorn," Carth said, not making Whipstaff feel better.

"So, what can we do now?" Revan asked, curiously.

"Well, now we can rest, recover, and eat and drink our fill, while we're here," Carth said, noticing Whipstaff's wine case. "That wine case will have to stay here, in this base, for the time being. It's yours, but it must stay here."

Whipstaff shrugged. "That's all right." He sighed in desperation, "Yeah. We might as well drink up the wine, recover, and then see what we can do about my manor."

"It's not your manor, you know," Revan corrected him.

"I know. It's just hard parting with it," Whipstaff said with a slight sob. He calmed down a moment later. "Yeah, let's get this job done and over with!" He made his way into the kitchen to prepare a meal, and to put his wine bottles into the cooler, until they were ready to be drunk.

He looked at Revan and Carth, wondering what they were talking about. Well, at least they were here. That was all that mattered to him at this moment. But in some small ways, he wondered what happened to Syrena and how she was faring with Lockslear, if they were getting along.

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References:

Revan and Carth Onasi comes from the LucasArts and Bioware video game, "Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic".