Dustil continued silently down the path as he followed to where he had seen the Ebon Hawk fall. He still held the unconscious woman over his shoulder and he could sense that he was getting close.
"Ah" he muttered happily as he came upon the wrecked ship, it was as happy as anyone could be on Malachor V. An armored figure strode into view, meeting Dustil halfway from the ship.
"Took you long enough Little Onasi, I thought you were right on our trail."
"Canderous, it's been so long. The armor of Mandalore suits you well."
The man's chest puffed up with pride and he let out a chuckle and clapped the younger man on his unoccupied shoulder. "You always were my favorite Onasi kiddo. What happened to Red here?"
Dustil shifted his weight to relieve the tension under the burden he carried. "I figured it was for the best that I didn't give her more chances to completely curse me out."
"She does have spirit. Need me to carry her for you?"
"Thanks." Dustil handed the woman off to the Mandalorian. "So is the crew ok?"
"Well now that we have Red back, everyone is accounted for. Even Revan's crazy droid."
"Good. Then I'll just slip onto the ship and once we get off this hell hole I'll reveal myself."
"Fine by me."
"Once I start to hide my aura you won't know where I am until it's time to put the plan into motion, so I'll just follow behind you and hide on the ship somewhere."
Mandalore nodded and started to walk towards the ship with the red haired woman in his arms.
Dustil closed his eyes and focused on a technique that had been taught to him in different forms by various Masters over the years.
It could almost be described as turning his aura in on itself. Hiding himself both physically and mentally so that he could easily slip amongst places unnoticed by Force users and non-Force users alike.
He remembered his father and his Master both talk about the Ebon Hawk. He had never been on the ship himself but once he stepped onto it he was hit by many sensations and he could sense the many prescences of those who had used the ship.
Father.
Mandalore.
Master Juhani.
Bastilla.
The Exile.
Master Revan.
He shook his head in a way to shake off the feelings. He crept through the ship, hearing the voices of the Exile's companions but didn't pay much attention to them. He settled himself into a corner of the cargo hold behind some boxes.
Now it's time to wait and see what happens.
He sat down on the floor in a cross legged position and fell into deep meditation.
He stood outside the Jedi Council Chamber, restless. Even though the Jedi had welcomed him he still felt like a stranger in The Temple. He fiddled with the tan tunic he had been given, it fit well but the matierial was kind of scratchy.
Someone called his name from inside the chamber and he straightened himself out and walked inside. He tried to remember the calm breathing excercises that his therapist has taught him so that he could make sure he wouldn't pass out.
Walking inside the Council Chamber, Dustil became acutely aware of a dozen pairs of eyes trained on him.
"Padawan Onasi, as you know with Revan's leaving you are in need of a new Master."
It was Master Vandar speaking to him. Dustil always liked Master Vandar, he was one of the first people to really welcome Dustil as a Jedi and never seemed to judge him for his time on Korriban.
"After much consideration, the Council has decided to take Revan's reccomendation into account and appoint Jedi Master Juhani as your new Master."
The Cathar Jedi smiled at him warmly from her spot across the room. Both his father and Master Revan spoke highly of Juhani, her strength in battle that had gotten her appointed to the rank of Jedi Weapon Master and had also been appointed to the Council, one of the youngest members in the Jedi's history.
"That's all we needed from you Padawan. You two are dismissed. You have alot of time to get to know each other."
Dustil loved his Master. He truly did. Master Juhani was serene and kind and her lessons really had made an impact on the young man. After the bombardment of Telos, his mother's death and his capture by the Sith there always seemed to be a rage inside him that he couldn't quell. His Master had helped him to learn how to quiet his mind. Juhani had helped him to become a man. One who did the right thing and owned up to his past mistakes. She had experienced the dark side as well and knew the effect it could have on a person. That's why they were the perfect Master and Padawan match.
The ship began to shake around him. He used the Force to brace himself against the durasteel floor and broaden his own perceptions so he could hear what was going on.
"He sent the signal! He sent the signal! Atton you have to get the ship lower!"
"There! There I see him!"
"Mandalore, T3 help him! He can barely walk."
And then Dustil felt the Exile's prescence on the ship. So he had really done it, killed 3 Sith Lords in 48 hours.
If this doesn't get him a pardon from the remaining Council Members, I don't know what will he mused.
The Exile's aura was bright but in a way Dustil had never experienced before. He remembered how Revan was when he first met him in the Sith Academy on Korriban, bright like the sun, almost blinding. The Exile carried himself in a different way, there was a light shining in him but it was quiet, more muted.
Dustil made sure to hang on tightly to the boxes around him.
This is going to be a bumpy ride.
