Kelly-87 had a vice-like grip on the hilt of her lightsaber as she once again crossed blades with Maul.
It had been a week since their first confrontation in Mos Espa. Since then the former Sith apprentice had been Stamped, and augmented by Amedeus using biomancy. Since his Stamp finished, Maul had shown them everything his previous master had taught him. This was, to the sorcerer's disappointment and lack of surprise, not a lot; clearly the Sith had focused on little besides lightsaber combat. The upside was that Maul was more than qualified to teach them all 7 of the standard lightsaber forms.
That was why Kelly had spent the last 4 days being utterly demolished by the former Sith in duels. Amedeus had admitted that he wasn't sure exactly how strong Maul was now; clearly, it was even stronger than the Spartan had expected. Even with her Mjolnir suit, she couldn't even come close to matching the augmented zabrak in strength or speed, not to mention the gap in skill; since being Stamped Maul was also benefiting from Martial talent.
Still, Kelly was undeterred; once again, she held her blue-bladed lightsaber in the Makashi salute, while Maul held his double-ended blade in the opening Juyo stance. This time, it was Kelly who went on the offensive, feinting a blow toward Maul's head, hoping to catch him off-guard. The zabrak effortlessly blocked, before retaliating with strikes of his own, moving faster than should be possible for a living organism. Kelly kept him at a distance for a time thanks to her superior footwork, yet Maul's sheer ferocity left her with no opportunity to strike back. Still, it was a sign of progress that Kelly managed to last more than thirty seconds before being disarmed, Maul swinging his red blade towards her neck before stopping less than an inch away.
"Good duel," Kelly said, smiling. Despite constantly losing, she'd rather enjoyed mastering the art of lightsaber combat.
"Was it?" Maul muttered to himself.
Kelly raised an eyebrow. "Considering how badly you lost the first time we fought, I'd have thought you'd be happier about returning the favour."
"Maybe, if I had gained this newfound strength myself," Maul frowned. "Instead it was given to me by someone even stronger."
Despite his augmentations, Maul still wasn't quite as strong as Amedeus, though the gap was small enough that the zabrak had actually won a couple of their duels. Meanwhile, poor old Aayla hadn't stood a chance; she'd lasted about 5 seconds before deciding she'd be better served by letting Kelly reciprocate what she'd learned instead.
"Having strength given to you isn't a bad thing you know," Kelly said. "I too am the result of biological augmentation, though clearly not to the same degree as you."
"Perhaps. But you were raised as a soldier, trained to use every advantage given to you," Maul replied, looking her in the eye. "I, meanwhile, was raised as a Sith. I should be reliant on nothing, and no-one, other than myself."
"And yet, just as I am no longer a soldier, you are no longer a Sith."
"What does it matter? Self-reliance is still a sound principle to live by… one that Amedeus has undermined."
"Only slightly. After all, I assume you are planning to go your own way once you leave Tatooine."
Maul didn't immediately respond, instead sitting on the sloped open door of the ship's cargo bay, gazing at the first sunset of late afternoon Tatooine. "To be honest, I haven't thought much about the future. I considered heading home, but I don't think that's a good idea right now. Maybe I'll head into the unknown regions instead."
"You have a home, other than the Sith?" Kelly asked, sitting beside him.
Maul nodded. "Dathomir. I haven't been there since I became a Sith, but it's where I'm originally from. My mother was a Nightsister, an all-female clan of Dark side users. I guess she still is."
"And… she gave you to Sidious?"
Maul scowled. "Sidious convinced my mother that allowing him to train me would cement an alliance between the Sith and the Nightsisters. A deal that he reneged on as soon as he could."
"No doubt your mother would be glad to see you again, then."
"Perhaps, but I don't want to put her or the Nightsisters in danger by Sidious learning of my survival. Besides, the witches of Dathomir are a matriarchal society, the males being second-class citizens. No, I think I'll go my own way for a while."
"I understand," Kelly replied. "Then again, don't forget Amedeus's offer either. It could be highly profitable for you."
"That'll have to wait until he has something to pay me with," Maul smiled wryly.
Kelly laughed slightly. "Be careful what you wish for, Maul. His plans will require plenty of money to bring to fruition; before long he'll have more than he knows what to do with."
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Maul left the day after. Cortana had made software changes to his ship's Holonet receiver, removing the tracking programs Sidious had installed. At the same time, she'd altered the program responsible for sending and receiving messages to scramble the signals, making them incomprehensible to anyone who might intercept them - not that that was especially likely, given that Holonet signals travelled through hyperspace, but it never hurt to be careful.
Currently, Amedeus was in his workshop in the corner of the cargo bay along with Cortana, finishing off Kelly's psychic hood, showing his AI companion the finer points of creating Warp-based artefacts. Kelly herself was relaxing in the common room with Aayla after their morning spar. Though the news was on on the Holonet, they barely paid any attention to it as they cuddled, the twi'lek burying her head and lekku into the side of Kelly's neck as they held each other. The two of them had grown close in the short time they'd been with Amedeus. At the same time, they were idly watching their surroundings through their Warp-sight, something that was - in such a calm place with no life around - quite relaxing.
Kelly let out a contented sigh, as she considered that this was probably the most relaxed she'd been in her entire life. While she'd enjoyed her time with Amedeus in this strange new galaxy, it had been pretty intense, with their constant planning, lessons, and lovemaking. Her previous life, as a Spartan-II supersoldier, had been even more intense, with more than 3 decades of non-stop combat interspersed with time spent in cryo-stasis, which she of course had no perception of. A small part of her couldn't help but feel guilty as she realised her fellow Spartans were still doing exactly that while she relaxed another universe away, but she pushed the thought aside. She wasn't even the original Kelly after all; it wasn't as if John, Fred, Linda, and all the rest, would ever know there was another Kelly, in another dimension, taking a permanent break from war while they fought for their lives. She focused on her breathing as she allowed herself to sink into the quasi-meditative state of contentment, simply living in the moment, forcing herself to not feel guilty for doing so.
It was at that moment that Amedeus entered the common room, followed by Cortana.
"We've finally finished your psychic hood, and integrated it into your Mjolnir suit," he said, a triumphant smile on his face. "I'll show you how to use it later."
"It helped that you bought Science talent then?" Kelly asked.
"That, and Cortana's help. I went ahead and got Talent share for it, since I've got a few Credits now. I also got Trace defence, which I probably should've bought earlier since I now have enough rebates to get it for free… speaking of which, I double-checked what rebates I got from Stamping people, so I was able to get the second level of Information, Mind and Stress defence for free as well. Now that we're known to the galaxy at large, that should allow me to better control what information gets out about us. That leaves me with 50 Credits remaining."
"There's quite a few things you could buy with that, isn't there?" Aayla said, now looking attentive.
"I guess, though I have no specific plans for them. Then again, I have a couple of ideas for how to get even more… I'll tell you about them later though," he replied as he grinned even wider. "For now, I'm going to start making lunch."
"It's a bit early isn't it?"
"I have something special planned for today. See, yesterday I was working out my age according to the galactic standard calendar, which has a year 3 days longer than the one I'm used to. I thus determined that last week was my 365th birthday."
"And you're gonna make something to celebrate?"
"Well, I was planning to make it anyway, but this gives me a convenient excuse to go ahead and do it. It'll take me a while, so lunch will be ready at the normal time," Amedeus said as he walked into the kitchen.
"Do you know what he's making?" Aayla asked Cortana once the door had closed.
"Nope, he wants it to be a surprise. Though the specific bit of our homeworld that Ame is from… well, let's just say it's not known for its cuisine," Cortana shrugged.
Kelly felt Aayla grow slightly apprehensive through the Warp at that; Kelly herself, not being from Earth originally, was more just curious as to whether British food was as bad as she'd heard.
-x-x-x-x-
Two hours later Kelly, Aayla and Cortana were sitting around the kitchen table - which had been raised to accommodate Amedeus's height - while their master levitated four plates, setting one in front of each of them.
"What is this?" Aayla asked, curiously eyeing the contents of her plate.
"It's a Wigan kebab," Amedeus replied, sounding incredibly pleased with himself.
"It's a pie in a bread roll," Kelly said flatly.
"A bantha and chokeroot pie, I'll have you know. Traditionally it's beef and potato, though obviously those things aren't available around here. Though now that I say that, I may have just come up with a new biomancy project…" the Chaos sorcerer trailed off, looking thoughtful.
Examining his emotions through the Warp, Kelly saw that Amedeus wasn't joking, he was in fact just as serious as when he'd previously discussed the Gods of Chaos. For half a second Kelly considered whether her master had gone mad… only to remember that beyond being a powerful sorcerer, there was still some part of him, however small, that was a tax inspector from the early 21st century. Sensing his emotions, Kelly saw that this was his way of bringing a sense of normalcy to the unusual situation the Company had put him in, combined with a slight twinge of homesickness. Which was understandable, even if she thought he could've chosen something better than a pie sandwich of all things. Pushing those thoughts aside, Kelly bit into her 'kebab', only for her eyes to widen.
"Ok, now that is way better than I was expecting," Kelly said in surprise.
"And to think, I haven't even bought Faerie feast yet," Amedeus grinned. "Didn't you know it's the mascot of Wigan athletic football club?"
"Do you know what he's talking about?" Aayla asked, puzzled.
Amedeus laughed, a deep, hearty sound that made Kelly's lungs rattle. "I'm sure Cortana can explain it to you later. I never even liked football," he said as he bit into his 'kebab'.
There was some small talk as everyone ate their 'kebabs'. Once they'd finished Amedeus said, "Now that I have everyone's attention, there was something I wanted to discuss. Namely, our plans for the future."
"What were you thinking Ame?" Cortana asked.
"Well, for one thing, I want to stop over at Dathomir sometime soon. Maul told me about the Nightsisters; I didn't find much info about them on the Holonet, but what I did find told me that they have some rather interesting forms of magic that I would enjoy learning. I am unsure how willing they'll be to teach us, but a few strategically placed Stamps here and there should solve that."
"Potentially more than a few," Kelly replied. "I wouldn't have thought they'd be that great in number; maybe you could just Stamp them all?"
"Perhaps. Apparently Dathomir only has a total population of around 8,000. There are more than a dozen tribes of which the Nightsisters are but one, and only they permit the use of the Dark side, meaning they're isolated from the other tribes. It's unlikely there'll be more than a few hundred of them."
"Would any of them be worth Credits?"
"Only two," Cortana said. "I checked the Company Device earlier; there's one called Mother Talzin, who I assume is their leader, and another by the name of Merrin, whoever that is. Both of them are tier 6."
"Which would earn 60 Credits for both of them," Amedeus said. "Not that I have any current plans for how to spend them."
"What else is there?" Aayla asked.
"I really need to start building up my own power base. That would include finding some planet or another to settle down on, if only so I'm not staring at the same few walls of this ship all the time."
"I know that some planets in the galaxy can act as a natural nexus of Warp energy," Kelly said. "I'm guessing you'd want one of those?"
"Exactly. In fact, I already have one in mind…" Amedeus replied. "There is a planet awash with Warp energy, somewhere in the Deep Core, by the name of Byss. There's not a lot of information about it on the Holonet, but what little I've found describes it as a paradise world of the old Rakatan Empire, now lost to time. I don't know exactly where it is, but I do know that, if not for my interference, Darth Sidious will eventually make it his own private retreat, corrupting it to act as a Dark side nexus. I have other, more constructive plans."
"Byss? I thought that was a myth," Aayla frowned.
Amedeus shook his head. "I assure you, it's very real. I just don't have its location, beyond being somewhere in the Deep core. Hopefully my Warp-sight can help with that."
"There are a whole bunch of stars, not to mention a supermassive black hole, near the galactic centre," Cortana said. "Meaning a whole bunch of overlapping gravitational fields. That would make it tricky to reach via hyperspace wouldn't it?"
"The main reason why it's been untouched for the last few thousand years. I was hoping you'd be a lot better at piloting than we mere meat-people, Cortana."
"It depends on how stable the best hyperspace route is, flatterer," Cortana smiled. "Still, once I've found one, I should be able to guide the ship through it better than anyone else in the galaxy."
"Good. There's something else I was hoping you could pilot as well, or rather, around 200 other somethings."
"You plan to look for the Katana fleet, then?"
"The Katana fleet?" Kelly asked.
"Around 14 years ago, the Republic undertook a whole bunch of grandiose projects, mainly to act as yet more vehicles for corruption," Cortana said. "One of those was the Katana fleet, a task force of 200 heavy cruisers which could be operated remotely via slave circuits, which incidentally is what I'm using to control this ship. Apparently the crews caught some artificial plague which drove them insane, causing them to go on an unguided hyperspace jump. Of course the galaxy is so huge the chance of anyone finding it again is practically zero… unless you happen to have a Sorcerer on hand who can find things through the Warp."
"I wouldn't have thought the bit about the plague would be available on the Holonet," Amedeus said with a raised eyebrow.
"What makes you think I only looked at publicly available documents Ame?" Cortana smirked.
"Ah, that's my girl," Amedeus smiled. "I will admit, I haven't worked out how I'll actually find the fleet yet. The Warp echoes of the crews' demise will have long since faded, and the ships themselves obviously won't have any. I'll have to use divination, which is something I've barely had a chance to experiment with."
"There's no rush," Cortana shrugged. "It's not like the ships are going anywhere. Like I said, the chance of someone else finding it before us is incredibly slim."
"I suppose. Assuming we do find them though, we'll need a way to crew them. In a perfect world the weapons and other various functions could also be controlled via the slave circuits, but apparently all the ship manufacturers in the galaxy collectively decided that requiring them to be manually operated was a good idea," Amedeus said sourly. "And to think the whole reason they installed the slave circuits in the first place was to reduce the number of crew needed."
"Getting the ships refitted to enable that would attract the wrong sort of attention, wouldn't it?" Aayla said.
"Unfortunately, yes. I mean, I do have both Information and Trace defence now, but I'm still now sure exactly how they work, so I'd rather not chance it. And obviously employing a meat crew is a no-go, if only because I don't want to have to Stamp hundreds of thousands of people just for that. We'll need to buy a bunch of droids… and before you say something Cortana, I was going to suggest we ask for them to be programmed to not be sapient."
"I'm not sure that'll work, Ame," Cortana frowned. "People are so used to relying on sapient droid labour that it would probably never occur to anyone to provide anything else. Instead, ask for them to have blank droid brains, and I'll program them myself."
"Fair enough. Though of course buying a few hundred thousand droids will still require money… which we don't currently have. Come to think of it, I don't even have a bank account yet. The 'salary' that the Company pays me just creates money out of thin air."
"I'll get that sorted out," Cortana said. "Everything can be done over the Holonet. Speaking of money, I'll also make an account for the ISE."
"The what?" Amedeus said, puzzled.
"The galaxy's main stock exchange. Just deposit a few Republic credits into your account, and I'll take care of the rest," Cortana grinned.
"Ah yes, the power of exponential growth. If I'm not the wealthiest person in the galaxy by the end of the year, I'm going to be disappointed."
"More like the end of the month, Ame. Especially if you bought Talent share and Money talent."
Amedeus raised an eyebrow as he examined his Company Device. "I guess I could, though it seems frivolous to spend 20 Credits just to make money faster."
"Didn't you say earlier you didn't know what else to buy?" Kelly asked.
"Good point," Amedeus said as he tapped the screen of his Device. "Well, that leaves us with 30 Credits… you know, that's fine. I guess I underestimated its utility; I could buy a Venator-class Star Destroyer from the Company for 400 Credits, or I could buy one from Kuat Drive Yards for about 60 million Republic credits, which thanks to Cortana means it'll be basically free."
"Hey, I'm gonna be working hard for those Credits, Ame," Cortana said with mock annoyance.
"Yes, working hard with approximately one squillionth of your total processing power," Amedeus said dryly. "Don't worry, you'll be suitably rewarded for your hard work in the bedroom."
"Is that everything then, or did you have other plans?" Kelly asked.
"There was one more thing I was thinking of… while I have no intention of becoming a Sith, I would enjoy learning some of their more esoteric techniques. Sith alchemy for example."
"And… What, you plan to get Darth Sidious to teach you?"
Amedeus laughed derisively. "Hardly. While I will pick his brain at some point, I am convinced that Sidious is a total hack. The most powerful Sith in centuries, and what does he have to show for it? He shoots lightning at people, something that any Primaris psyker can do just as well, and without being reliant on negative emotions to power it. No, I will instead seek out the far more impressive Sith of millennia past. I believe I will find their ghosts on Korriban."
"Korriban!?" Aayla shouted, aghast. "You have to be kidding, Ame! That's like the most tainted planet in the entire galaxy!"
"Yes, so where better to find the secrets of some ancient Sith that actually knew what they were doing?" Amedeus replied, completely unfazed.
Aayla just stared at her master, stunned, before letting out the biggest sigh Kelly had ever heard.
"You know what? I'm just glad I'm here to stop you from doing anything too crazy. It's for the good of the galaxy."
Amedeus snorted in amusement. "Why do you think I wanted you to come with me, Aayla? Aside from all the other reasons," he said, giving the twi'lek's hand an affectionate squeeze. "Of course, I don't know where it actually is yet. Fortunately, the Jedi are bound to have that information tucked away in their archives somewhere. Even more fortunately, I have a certain Jedi master willing to give me that information."
"You're gonna ask Master Vos for it?" Aayla asked.
"If I'm not mistaken, he left Tatooine earlier than he originally planned, due to your 'death'. He should have returned to Coruscant by now."
Kelly didn't say anything, but she felt her excitement build at the thought of visiting a world full of Sith tombs; the last week had been quiet, so she was ready for a bit of danger.
-x-x-x-x-
It was now late in the evening on Tatooine. I was sitting on a rock, just outside our parked ship. We would leave tomorrow morning, head through hyperspace to one of the new destinations we had discussed earlier. My trio of apprentices were inside the ship's cargo bay, sending random echoes through the Warp. Judging by said echoes, I surmised they were performing experiments of their own, seemingly involving telekinesis, the main area I had been focusing on in their lessons recently. Looking closer through my Warp-sight, I saw Kelly telekinetically spinning a metal bar mid-air, then watching as Aayla and Cortana tried to replicate the feat. I was mildly impressed; such a thing required far more precision than a basic Force push, or even a Force choke. It was enough to stir a small amount of pride in both of my hearts.
After my belated birthday celebration, I had changed my plans regarding sorcery after I noticed the Catalogue had been updated to include extra targets. The original plan was to summon a daemonette, a lesser daemon of Slaanesh, the Chaos God of excess; given the circumstances I'd found myself in, it almost felt wrong not to summon a servant of the Prince of Pleasure… I would still be doing that, except now I'd be summoning a herald of Slaanesh, the elite of the daemonettes. The downside was that it would need more sacrifices to summon, but that was fine; between the original 6 slavers I'd captured on my first day in Star Wars, and Jabba's tax collectors I'd captured more recently, I would have just enough to summon a herald of Slaanesh while still having a couple left for my biomancy experiments. The fact that it'd net me 30 Credits instead of 12 was a nice bonus.
Allowing my Warp-sight to fade, I took in the beautiful sight of the Tatooine sunset as I relaxed. It was, of course, incredibly quiet in the middle of the desert, even to my augmented hearing. Aside from a few faint gusts of wind, the only noise to speak of was the sound of whatever my apprentices were up to, muffled by the thick outer walls of the ship. I heard the faint sound of laughter emanate from it as I was brought back to the present; there was still one more thing I wanted to do today before my apprentices and I retired to the bedroom. Being able to connect to both the Holonet and my Company Device directly, Cortana had enabled me to connect to the former via the latter. I thus tapped the screen a few times to call Quinlan Vos; I had sent him a private message earlier to expect me, so I was only waiting a few seconds before we answered.
"Good evening, Quinlan," I said. "I hope you found somewhere private to answer my call."
"Of course," Quinlan replied, sounding mildly annoyed. "I'm in my private quarters."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound patronising. But I'm sure you understand my need for secrecy."
When I sent my earlier message to Quinlan, Cortana had sent a virus she'd written along with it; while I didn't understand the details, I gathered that it would scramble any future messages between us, in a similar manner to those between ourselves and Maul. More importantly, the Jedi temple had its own dedicated Holonet receiver, which Cortana's virus had now infected; she could then use it as a kind of digital jumping-off point for future cyberattacks against the Jedi, should it be necessary.
"Right. It's not every day an independent Force user asks for the location of Korriban of all places," he sighed. "Are you sure you're not actually a Sith?"
I laughed. "Yes, I'm quite sure. As Dark siders go, I think you'll find I'm a cut above them."
"That's not very reassuring, Amedeus."
"Well, you can take heart from the fact that, unlike the Sith, I have a vested interest in the Jedi order's survival."
"I guess that makes me feel a little better," Quinlan admitted. "Still, I'm not sure why you would care."
"For all its faults, the Jedi order is by far the most well established group of psykers in the galaxy. Once I eventually come to power, they'll be a vital step in ensuring that every psyker in the galaxy receives proper training."
"Force-sensitives," Quinlan corrected me.
"You have to admit that 'psyker' is far less of a mouthful," I pointed out.
"Right. I guess that's another change you want to enforce on the galaxy?"
"Just so. Think how much time I'll be saving the galaxy; the extra half-second not spent every time someone says 'psyker' instead of 'Force-sensitive' quickly adds up on the scale of a hundred quadrillion people."
"I guess," Quinlan said, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, you wanted to know about Korriban?"
"Send me everything you have on it."
"I've done it," the Jedi replied. Sure enough, a second later I received a notification of a new file I'd received. "Everything you need should be in that file. Korriban is in the Esstran sector, in the Outer Rim. It's referred to as Moraband a few times in that file, which is a name we gave it to try and obfuscate it in public records, before it was removed entirely. I'd warn you about the thousands of Sith ghosts that haunt the place, but, well…"
"I'm better prepared for dealing with them than anyone else in the Galaxy, including the Sith themselves," I said dismissively. "I'll be fine."
"I was more worried about Aayla."
"She'll be fine as well. I've been teaching her my own spells so that she can defend herself… nothing Dark side related, I assure you."
"Do you know many Light side techniques?" Quinlan asked, surprised.
"They don't have a specific Light side bent, they're what you might call 'neutral' Warp techniques… just like the vast majority of Jedi techniques, come to think of it. After all, there's no fundamental difference between your Force push and a Sith's Force push, other than the intent."
"I find it hard to believe you can use the Force to create Firestorms without drawing upon the Dark side."
"You don't have to 'believe' it Quinlan, it's the truth. The intent matters far more than the specific technique used, with only a few exceptions; the Sith's Force lightning draws directly upon their own negative emotions for power, for example, but there are other ways of generating lightning via the Warp that don't. Hell, the only reason I haven't taught that to Kelly yet is because I don't want your ignorant colleagues mistaking her for a Sith."
Quinlan actually looked offended at that. "They aren't ignorant-"
"Yes they are," I snapped, not willing to even entertain the argument. "When was the last time the Jedi Order undertook a concerted effort to develop new Warp techniques, instead of the isolated efforts of a few individuals which are subsequently ignored by the rest of you? I point out these flaws so that they might have a chance to improve. Or would you prefer that the Jedi Order fade into irrelevance? The Sith have adapted to the changing state of the galaxy Quinlan, why haven't you!?"
I hadn't intended to raise my voice, but it had the desired effect; Quinlan was visibly taken aback. It was something that needed to be said, albeit in a more inflammatory manner than I'd intended.
"I'm sorry. It's not your fault the Jedi Order is so set in its ways. But their attitude makes me wonder whether they actually want to survive this century."
"I understand," Quinlan sighed. "And you want me to bring about reform?"
"I want you to try; no offence, but I doubt you'll succeed, if only because of how they all have their heads stuck up their arses. Maybe once I've Stamped a few more who can argue for the same thing, it should give their arguments a bit more weight."
"It's always nice to know when your boss has faith in you," Quinlan replied dryly.
"I hope for the best, and prepare for the worst," I said with a wry smile. "Anyway, enough about that. How has the galaxy been treating you, Quinlan?"
"Okay I guess," the Jedi shrugged. "Obviously you already know that I left Tatooine early; without Aayla there didn't seem to be much point in sticking around."
"How did the rest of the Jedi take her 'death'?"
"Stoically, as you'd imagine. Though I still feel guilty about having to lie to everyone."
"I will take full responsibility for your moral misgivings," I said. "I know you find it distasteful, but perhaps you can leverage Aayla's apparent demise into an argument for reform."
"And how exactly would I do that?"
"You strike me as being a resourceful chap Quinlan, I'm sure you'll think of something."
"Ah, so you did have faith in me after all," Quinlan smiled.
"I didn't not have faith in you."
Quinlan laughed slightly at that, before looking thoughtful. After a few seconds he said, "Hmm, maybe I could argue that we have no business undertaking missions in Hutt space when there are so many within the Republic that could use our help."
"See, what did I tell you?" I grinned. "Perhaps we'll reform the Jedi Order after all!"
Quinlan rolled his eyes again. "Well, unless there was something else you wanted to discuss, shall we call it here?"
"Ok, sure… unless you had anything else regarding Korriban."
"I don't think…" the Jedi trailed off. "Oh, right. Actually there was one more thing. I have reason to believe that one of our Order is currently on Korriban."
"What!? Do they have a death wish or something?"
"I don't think so. The Jedi in question is a master, one who goes by the name of Fay. She's centuries old, and powerful to boot. She very rarely visits the temple though; she's dedicated her life to wandering the galaxy, helping whoever she comes across."
"Never heard of her," I replied. I wracked my brain, but I was certain none of the films mentioned a Jedi called Fay. "And she decided to help the people of Korriban of all places?"
"She felt it would be safe enough, so long as she stayed away from the Sith tombs. Though I'll admit it's not completely without risk; the only reason we even know she's there is because she let us know she'd be heading there beforehand, something she almost never does."
"At least she had that much sense. Still, if I get there, only to find a corpse wearing Jedi robes, I'm going to be annoyed."
"I think she'll be fine, Amedeus. Like I said, she's very powerful, possibly even as powerful as Grandmaster Yoda. She uses the Force to maintain her youth, it's what's kept her alive for so long."
It was my turn to roll my eyes; not passing on such a useful ability was just typical of the Jedi. "Fascinating. Thank you for relaying that Quinlan. I assume there's nothing else?"
"I don't think so. I'll see you later then?"
"See you later," I said as I ended the call. I immediately checked the Companions page of the Catalogue, and sure enough there was a Jedi Master called Fay, rated at Tier 6. She looked somewhat elf-like; human, but with pointed ears. Not to mention she was hot; yes, she'd make an excellent addition to my harem. I guess that bumped my visit to Korriban a few positions up my list of priorities… the question was, did I go there or Dathomir first? I'd sleep on it.
AN:
I've added a poll, regarding whether Amedeus and co should go to Dathomir or Korriban first. As I've said previously, I'm just making this stuff up as I go along, so I can write them in either order. I predict that the decision will come down to whether people want Nightsister lewds or Fay lewds (plus potential bonus Sith lewds) more.
Ever since learning of the existence of Fay (a rather obscure character who as far as I can tell only appears in a single comic), I tried to come up with a plausible way that she could appear in the story. Maybe it's unrealistic for her to be on Korriban, but I can't imagine it's a very nice place to live, so it seems in character for her to help the people there.
The Wigan kebab is a real thing by the way. There's a reason why people from Wigan are called pie eaters.
