AN: Hope everyone's ready to leave Nar Shaddaa. This certainly concludes this part of the story and continues the still very background (at this time) overarching plot. Thanks to Max for your review. I'm glad you're appreciating the story, and I will definitely keep it going. As always, I appreciate those of you who followed/favorited the story and are along for this journey.
Chapter 18 - Departing Nar Shaddaa
Kastor boarded the Ebon Hawk which had been moved to the normal landing platform near the factory.
"I still can't believe you spray painted your N-1," Anakin said, from where he was still being treated by Doc in the med bay.
It didn't surprise Kastor that the first thing drawing Anakin's curiosity was Rhys's starfighter which had been modified and spray painted since the last time he'd seen it.
"Yes, well, the bright yellow represented my time with Bravo Flight, and that time has passed," Rhys said with a shrug. "That color drew too much attention anyway."
"Yeah, because that sleek black won't draw attention," Anakin responded snarkily.
"Anakin," Obi-Wan said with a sigh, a scolding remark not far from being said.
"My ship in itself draws eyes on a landing pad, but in space, this color makes me very hard to spot when in ship to ship combat," Rhys said. "Besides, Antarian Rangers often act as shadows to Jedi, and I rather like coloring and naming my starfighter to reflect that."
"I guess that fits," Anakin admitted, standing up as Doc finished up its ministrations.
"Siri is dealing with the Colicoids currently, but you might want to go join her in your own cover to help smooth things over," Kastor said to Obi-Wan, who glanced at Anakin in concern before he nodded in understanding. "And you should probably go check on your friends," Kastor said to Anakin, who nodded eagerly.
Before Kastor knew it, both Jedi had left the Ebon Hawk, leaving him and Rhys alone.
"Get the ship ready, we're heading for Krayn's vault," Kastor said. "After we've cleared it, we'll return and snatch up as many security droids as we can."
Rhys nodded and soon they were underway, heading to a private landing platform nearly ten klicks away from Krayn's complex. They exited the Ebon Hawk, finding themselves in an enclosed landing pad with a locked durasteel door in front of them, guarding the compound.
"So, I assume we don't have the security codes to this place," Rhys commented, and Kastor chuckled, nodding.
"I do have a key though," Kastor said, pulling out his lightsaber, approaching the door, and then starting to cut through the blast door. Only a few minutes later, there was a large enough hole for the two of them to squeeze through, finding themselves in a small atrium.
"This seems too easy," Rhys said, and Kastor groaned when almost immediately an automated voice came over a loudspeaker.
Intruders detected. Intruders detected. Intruders detected.
Two automated turrets lowered from the ceiling in front of them and immediately honed in on the two of them. Rhys immediately dropped back behind Kastor, raising his blaster while Kastor raised his blade defensively. Both turrets opened fire, and Kastor started deflecting shots.
Rhys timed his shot and fired over Kastor's shoulder, destroying one of the turrets, which Kastor then capitalized on destroying the other turret by deflecting its shots back at it.
"You want to say that again," Kastor said sarcastically and Rhys snorted in amusement as they moved to the next set of blast doors and then Kastor cut through them, finding themselves in a long corridor.
Six turrets lowered from the ceiling and then honed in on them again. Repeating the process, Kastor started deflecting the shots, though this time they couldn't afford to stay in one place, so Kastor used the Force to let Rhys know which way he would go, so that when it was time to dodge, Rhys dodged with him. It wasn't nearly as effective as a Force bond like he had with Siri and nothing on Obi-Wan and Siri's bond, but it was good enough for them.
They quickly used the same plan, to blast down all six turrets and then they ran down the corridor finding themselves in the main atrium with a console in the center on a circular desk. Behind the console was the vault door, and to the left and right were two more security doors. Rhys moved to the console and immediately started hacking in to see if he could find any information and disable the rest of the security system.
Just as Kastor was starting to relax, the doors to the left and right opened and four destroyer droids rolled in. Kastor frowned and Rhys swore.
This wasn't good.
"Buy me some time," Rhys said as the four destroyers started to deploy. "I'm almost in and then I can disable them."
"Easy for you to say," Kastor said, pulling out his second shorter lightsaber in his second hand, so he could better deflect the greater rate of fire, as Rhys ducked lower to buy himself some cover behind the circular desk. As the destroyers started to open fire, Kastor used the Force to push all four droids back, forcing all back into their ball forms to stabilize themselves.
All four destroyers redeployed themselves and started opening fire again as Kastor deflected the bolts and did his best to dodge the rest before he used the Force again to launch two of the droids back and then turned back to the remaining two, knowing he'd bought himself a little more time. He could destroy them, but then he couldn't take them. They didn't have portable shield generators like some of the other Neimoidian droidekas, but that was easy enough to fix if they could keep the droids in working condition.
"Rhys, anytime now," Kastor muttered.
"I thought Jedi were patient," Rhys responded.
"Not at times like these," Kastor retorted Forcing the two deployed destroyers back before turning to deal with the other two. He wouldn't be able to keep this up much longer.
"Done!" Rhys exclaimed and all four droids shrunk back into their ball form and deactivated.
"Not a moment too soon," Kastor muttered.
"Sorry about that, Kas," Rhys said, looking at him in concern.
"It's fine, Rhys," Kastor said, attempting a smile. "At least we can claim these four destroyers. They'll be even more helpful than all those security droids."
"Yeah, I just transferred their controls to my datapad," Rhys, "and thankfully, I was able to do the same for the security droids. Grabbing what remains of them should be easy when we return to the factory."
"Perfect," Kastor said with a grin. "Let's get in that vault!"
"You're going to have to cut into that," Rhys said. "Its controls are outside of this system."
Kastor nodded and then did as needed, cutting into the vault. Once they entered the vault, they both gaped. All around the medium sized vault were stacks of credits, jewels, stolen art, and rare and expensive weapons.
"What a haul," Kastor said as Rhys whistled in appreciation. "Let's get this on board and then we can try and get an approximation for how much is here."
It took them a while to move the loot and droids onto the Ebon Hawk, stashing the droids in the cargo hold, the weapons in the weapons safe, and the jewels and credits into the various smuggling compartments in the ship.
From there, they returned to Krayn's compound where they quickly, but discreetly removed the remaining security droids, happy to see that there were still nearly two dozen of them, and stashed them with the four destroyers in the cargo hold.
Then, they took stock of whether anyone was looking for them, and finding they had time, they counted up the credits and sent out messages to some of the fences they knew through smuggling to find out possible values for the jewels and the weapons they didn't feel like keeping.
While they couldn't know about the items, in just credits, Krayn truly had a fortune, which showed he didn't really need the capital to keep the factories running. In fact, Kastor was of the opinion Krayn was either planning to get out of Nar Shaddaa at some point, or he was hoping to use the Colicoids funds to eventually betray them because Krayn's vault had contained nearly fifty million credits. A truly impressive amount for a pirate and slaver, even with the empire that Krayn had controlled.
It would be a bit before they found out the total of what they could have, but now Kastor really had to think hard about how much he would feed back to the Order and how much he would keep.
**The Will of the Force**
Obi-Wan followed Siri back to her quarters. They'd just finally gotten through with the initial negotiations with the Colicoids. There were certainly still some details to iron out, but the stage was set for jobs to be offered to all the former slaves of Nar Shaddaa, allowing those people the opportunity to stay or earn enough to leave, should they choose.
Siri had admitted to working for the Jedi as a mercenary with her father, hired by the Jedi to infiltrate Krayn's network, and Obi-Wan had spilled the proverbial beans to the Colicoids, revealing his Jedi status, but thankfully, that only made the Colicoids realize how close they were to having sanctions thrown against them in the Senate, so they agreed to keep quiet about both Siri and Obi-Wan's identities in exchange for leniency on the Jedi's part in their reports. It really didn't affect Siri, since they simply thought she was a mercenary, but it did mean word wouldn't get out about 'Zora' working for the Jedi, and 'Calo' and 'Jaco' would also have no repercussions to their covers.
Obi-Wan couldn't shake the excitement and nerves as they entered Siri's quarters. Now was the time for a conversation, one that could shape their future. Obi-Wan wasn't a fool. It had been nearly two years since Siri 'left' the Order, and in that time, she would have had to have changed greatly to survive in Krayn's organization. He knew that things would be different between them, but he also hoped that they could reclaim their closeness.
"It's rather odd for me to feel you so nervous, Kenobi," Siri said with a sly grin as she turned to him. "It's just me, you know. There's no need to worry."
Obi-Wan glanced around the modest place. It definitely looked like the home of a pirate, though Obi-Wan knew some of it was just Siri's natural messiness. Tidiness was not her thing and never had been.
"Well, it's been quite a while, Tachi," Kenobi responded. "I don't want to presume anything with you."
"Ah, the patented Kenobi charm and manners," Siri teased. "I can easily say that they are a welcome change compared to what I'm used to these days."
"I can only imagine. You did incredible work, Siri," Obi-Wan said. "I . . . I owe you an apology."
Siri's eyes widened. "Whatever for?" she asked quietly.
"For thinking that you could ever become what you seemed to become," he admitted softly. "I always thought you'd come back or that I could find you and convince you to come back or bring you back, but after reading the information on you when I got Krayn's file . . . and after Anakin and I encountered you, I had doubts. For that I'm sorry."
"Oh, Obi, you were supposed to," Siri said sadly, approaching him and putting her hand on his jaw. "The fact it took you that long to think badly of me shows just how much of a stubborn gundark you are," she said fondly. "You don't owe me anything, just like I don't owe you an apology for not telling you, even though I feel like one is owed as well. I had a duty, and you were only given certain information to color your perception. It's just what had to happen even if neither of us liked it."
He leaned into her touch, reveling in the feel of their bond, noticing that it hadn't changed much, despite not being open for two years. If anything, it seemed even more intense, more lively.
"Profound words, Tachi," Obi-Wan teased. "I'm almost worried you're an imposter."
Siri snorted. "Shut up, Kenobi," she said and then she leaned in and he matched her as their lips met.
They continued to kiss, their lips meeting more and more frantically. Siri was more forceful than he remembered, more passionate, not that he was complaining. It was obvious she was a bit more experienced in this, whereas Obi-Wan hadn't kissed anyone since she left, but he could only imagine what she might have had to do in order to survive this place. It didn't matter. It was meaningless. Here she was, now, kissing him, letting their bond flow freely, and he could feel how much he meant to her.
She turned them and pushed him back until his legs hit the edge of her bed. Next thing Obi-Wan knew, they were tangled up on her bed, she on top of him, continuing their passionate reunion.
It was starting to be a bit much for him though and he felt they needed to calm down, so reluctantly he pulled away from her soft and inviting lips. Her face, pleasurably flustered, was slightly panting, and her eyes opened slightly before her face bloomed with a soft smile.
"Force, I missed you, Obi-Wan," she admitted.
"As I can see, my dear," Obi-Wan replied dryly and she laughed freely, and his spirits rose hearing her carefree joy. "I missed you too, Siri. More than you know," he finished tenderly, stroking her cheek.
"I promised myself that if I survived, I would tell you everything," Siri murmured. "I promised that I'd tell you exactly what you meant to me . . . but I worry you won't be able to look at me the same way if you learn about what I've done."
"Siri, I'm not going to pretend to understand what you've went through," Obi-Wan said, looking straight into her blue eyes that always captivated him, "but I can promise you that no matter what you have done, you will always be my dearest friend, who I will always be there for."
"Somehow I knew you would say that," Siri replied, smiling softly. "It's why you deserve to at least know one thing right now. I lost faith in myself so many times during this mission . . . so many times."
"You shouldn't have," Obi-Wan said with a frown, concerned at her confession. It wasn't like her to lose faith in herself. "You were incredibly strong to survive and accomplish this mission."
Siri shook her head slowly.
"What you're saying right now may be true, but it doesn't change the truth. I did lose faith in myself, and often, but there were three things I didn't lose faith in. Three things only. I never lost faith in Kastor. He was there in my darkest times, to offer advice, to comfort me when I felt tainted, to offer a warm hug when I craved any semblance of kindness, and to help me find my way into the Force when my emotions got the best of me, and the Force was the second thing I never lost faith in, even if I sometimes struggled to grasp it. However, the third thing was you and our bond," Siri finished, gazing at him firmly, and his eyes widened in surprise.
"When I felt despair at the future, I looked to our closed off bond, knowing someday I would get to feel it flow again," Siri continued. "When I felt anger rising in me, I thought of you and found peace. When I felt irritation and impatience, I thought of you and found guidance. You, my beloved friend, were my salvation in the dark, and I want you to know that my heart belongs to you, and only to you, and it always will."
Obi-Wan stared at her in shock at her heartfelt declaration, before he finally smiled tenderly at her.
"I am deeply honored by your faith in our bond and in me," Obi-Wan finally said slowly. "It only took looking into my heart to know you would never have left the Order, and I promise you that I will never doubt our bond and never doubt you again. You have my heart just as I have yours, and even if you lose faith in yourself, know that I will never lose faith in you."
Siri leaned down and reconnected their lips in a much more tender kiss, which seemed to go on and on before Obi-Wan pulled back again, but this time with a loving smile.
"Only you would pull back and do the right thing when I'm basically offering myself up," she said with a grin.
"I don't want to rush things," Obi-Wan admitted. "We're both different than we were two years ago. You mean too much to me to just rush things."
"You're right of course," she said fondly, "but it makes me wonder why I like you at all, since you really are the worst."
Obi-Wan laughed, enjoying the familiar argument, knowing that they both had changed in some ways, but he knew they'd be okay at their core. Despite the time, everything felt even better than before. Time had shown both of them what to appreciate, and they had found that deeper connection that Kastor had talked about, with them knowing how to release each other when it was time, but also knowing to treasure each other when they could. He knew they'd have to talk about everything eventually, but for now they could both just enjoy it.
"You're lucky you're cute," Siri said as she leaned her head against his chest and sighed softly.
"Yes, well one of us had to be the good looking one," Obi-Wan replied dryly, and he felt her sigh.
"I'd forgotten that you sometimes could be completely delusional," she murmured, and his lips twitched into a smile, and he could tell that she was on the precipice of sleep, clearly feeling completely safe and relaxed for probably the first time since she infiltrated Krayn's network.
Feeling more relaxed than he had in ages as well, and knowing his Padawan was fine and that Kastor or Rhys would watch over him if needed, Obi-Wan too let go, and started drifting off, enjoying the feel of Siri in his arms.
**The Will of the Force**
The next few days passed quickly with so much going on. Obi-Wan rarely saw Kastor or Rhys other than after Anakin inadvertently alerted him to the fact that the pair had taken all the remaining security droids though Siri almost immediately pulled him aside to give him a brief overview of her conversation with Kastor, which frankly worried Obi-Wan as much as it had her.
The pair continued to work on fixing up the Ebon Hawk enough for travel to wherever they were heading next, something which they were uncharacteristically silent about. Siri, Obi-Wan, and Anakin helped when possible, but they still had much to take care of in regards to Nar Shaddaa, the freed slaves, and the Colicoid, providing medical assistance where needed, and coordinating with the Colicoids and Aga Culpa to obtain all the supplies that they needed for the new workers, and ensuring that the workers would be processing the spice from Kessel for legal reasons rather than its original purpose.
Siri herself had been Knighted, and a formal ceremony would occur once they returned to the Temple, but she had been insistent that Kastor be present for her being Knighted even informally, which wouldn't be possible for the formal ceremony afterwards. Kastor had had the honors of Knighting her. Obi-Wan was proud of his friend, even if he knew the Knighting itself was a formality and she had in a way been unofficially Knighted two years previously when she had taken on the Krayn assignment. They spent the evening in Kastor's ship celebrating Siri's ascension with Anakin, Berri, and Kastor, enjoying the happy occasion.
Obi-Wan and Siri were spending time together when they could fit it, mostly in the evenings, whether that was dinner with Kastor, Rhys, and Anakin, holovids on Kastor's ship, often with Anakin, or time for just the two of them when Kastor and Rhys were able to distract Anakin, often by enlisting Anakin's help with repairs.
Obi-Wan told Siri about some of his missions over the past two years, and told her some of his personal stories he knew would amuse her, giving her information about their friends that he knew she'd appreciate, even if it all wasn't happy news, like Taria's situation with her contracting a terminal disease. In return, Siri started divulging a little of what she'd experienced. Some of her experiences were heartbreaking to listen to, but Obi-Wan always made sure that she understood he didn't judge her for what she'd done, and that he didn't think any less of her, and on some of the few occasions she'd shown some excessive self-loathing, that Obi-Wan didn't feel like he was properly countering, he'd quickly gotten Kastor there so that the two of them together could help Siri through her ordeal. Surprisingly, Rhys would come at times, and proved himself useful as well in helping Siri when he was there. She wasn't completely ready to talk about everything, but slowly, and with Obi-Wan's, Kastor's, and even Rhys's support she was starting to take control of her old life and adapt it with how she'd changed.
Currently, Obi-Wan and Siri sat with Anakin and watched as a sleek silver transport landed down on Krayn's landing platform. Rhys and Kastor were standing near them, seeming to enjoy a small break from the Ebon Hawk and whatever else had occupied their time. Kastor was wearing Jedi robes, his face cleaned up and hair washed, and his mask removed, looking every bit the Jedi Master he was. Rhys too was cleaned up, his face showing instead of behind a mask. He was wearing a brown leather jacket and cargo pants, the closest thing to a uniform that Antarian Rangers had. Obi-Wan was fairly certain it was the first time in a while either one had shed their covers in public, though with the masks they wore and changed looks, it was unlikely anyone would recognize them anyway.
"We'll certainly be returning to Coruscant in style," Siri observed. She looked more like her old self now, dressed in a simple tunic, her face scrubbed clean, her blond hair tucked behind her ears and gleaming in the weak sun. He thought she looked beautiful.
"The Ebon Hawk isn't stylish enough for you?" Kastor said, with a challenging eyebrow raise.
"Kastor, I believe your ship is just barely flyable right now," Siri retorted.
"That is beside the point," Kastor said primly while Rhys shook his head and chuckled.
"You're right. Even when it's in perfect condition, it's hardly stylish," Siri replied.
"Oh don't even go there!" Kastor protested. "You love my ship, and while it's not flashy, it is nearly perfect for any situation!"
"I feel like this is all they did whenever you'd all meet up to exchange information," Obi-Wan mused.
"Pretty much, though you can extend the bickering to their public relationship as well," Rhys confirmed. "There'd be maybe five minutes of business before the rest was just them bickering over the smallest of things. Krayn seemed to enjoy it, so they were able to drag it out more and more."
"You're one to talk!" Kastor and Siri both accused him at the same time before looking at each other and grinning.
"Force, Kastor has officially corrupted Siri or did Siri corrupt Kastor? Oh it doesn't matter. We'll never have any rest, regardless," Obi-Wan moaned.
"Hey, you love us, so pipe down," Siri remarked loftily and Anakin snorted in amusement.
"So you say," Obi-Wan replied dryly. "Still, it's not often that a Senate delegation comes to congratulate us on a mission and give us a lift home," Obi-Wan said, getting back to the original conversation. "As a matter of fact, it's never."
"I guess they are grateful for the liberation of Nar Shaddaa," Siri said.
"Not to mention the downfall of Krayn and his pirate empire," Obi-Wan said. "The galaxy will be safe for many."
Anakin nodded. Obi-Wan studied his face. It was boyish and open. The glimpse he had seen of something dark, something feral, in the fight with Krayn was fading. The boy he knew had taken its place. He knew that Anakin's life had been in danger. He had not violated the Jedi code by killing him, yet Obi-Wan still felt doubts. Doubts he would not share.
"Come, let's greet them," Obi-Wan said as the landing ramp came down.
"Wait, there's Mazie and Berri," Anakin said, seeing the pair approaching from the factory. "I have to say hello."
"Anakin, Chancellor Palpatine has come here himself," Obi-Wan reminded him.
Anakin grinned and ran his hand over his hair. "I know."
Kastor chuckled, and Obi-Wan heard him mutter something about rambunctious teens.
Obi-Wan ignored Kastor though and nodded. Anakin was right. Because of Mazie and Berri, they had succeeded in their mission. The politicians could wait.
Mazie and Berri approached. Mazie was limping slightly. She had been wounded in the battle and was still recovering.
"We know you are leaving," Mazie said. "We could not let you leave without thanking you." She was speaking to all of them, but her gaze remained on Anakin. "You freed us all."
"You freed yourself," Anakin corrected. "It is I who should be thanking you." He turned to Berri. "And you, Berri, showed great courage in helping Siri and me escape. I don't know if we'll ever be able to thank you for your aid."
"I did only what I could," Berri said shyly.
"That was a great deal," Siri said firmly.
"The Colicoids have offered us wages to remain," Mazie said. "We will do so until we have enough to get off-planet. Nar Shaddaa is no place to live."
"Perhaps the Jedi can help with relocation and transport," Siri said. "We'll be in contact after we reach the Temple."
"Rhys and I have room on our ship, if you want to leave earlier than later," Kastor offered. "If you truly only want to move on to another planet, we're not heading back to the Temple immediately anyway, so relocation and transportation is the least we can do."
Anakin shot Kastor an appreciative glance, while Obi-Wan and Siri hid smiles. Trust Kastor to make sure that any friends of theirs were taken care of. It was part of his nature as a Jedi and loyalty to friends and acquaintances but also because he was adamant that anyone could be helpful or a potential contact down the line, even if it was just someone to point out the local sites.
Mazie and Berri exchanged happy glances. "That would be very good," Mazie said gratefully. "Safe journey home."
Berri smiled. "At least you won't have to worry about pirates."
Mazie reached out and grasped Anakin's shoulders in a sudden display of emotion. "You have guaranteed our safety and our lives by killing Krayn. We will never forget it."
"I will never forget you," Anakin said solemnly.
The four Jedi and one Ranger turned and headed for the Senate delegation. Chancellor Palpatine smiled and held out his hands.
"The Jedi have brought freedom to Nar Shaddaa at last," he said. "Now we can begin to clean up this world. The Colicoids need our help, and we need theirs." He shrugged. "It is the price we pay for the liberation of Nar Shaddaa and the end of Krayn. The Senate thanks you for your great service to the galaxy."
They all nodded respectfully.
"Master Shan, I'm told you won't be joining us on this journey?" Palpatine said, curiously looking at the Jedi Shadow, surprising the rest of them slightly.
"No, Chancellor. I'm afraid I'm needed elsewhere," Kastor replied easily, but Obi-Wan, and he suspected Siri, could sense a bit of unease from the man at being singled out . . . at being remembered.
"What a shame," Palpatine said sadly. "I was looking forward to getting to know you better and hearing about your family history. Alas, I'll have to wait for another time, or I'll have to find another source."
"Another time," Kastor said in agreement, though Obi-Wan could still sense his unease.
"Now, come aboard. We have everything prepared for a comfortable journey back to Coruscant," Palpatine said, turning to the rest of them. Putting a hand on Anakin's shoulder, he led the way to the ship.
Obi-Wan hesitated, Siri by his side. He watched as Palpatine bent his head close to Anakin's to speak to him. What was making him uneasy?
Was it the memory of what he'd seen on Anakin's face in the battle with Krayn? His Padawan had been in the heat of battle and afraid for his life. He felt that Krayn was about to shoot. He had every reason to kill him. He had not killed him out of anger and revenge.
Yet when Anakin had turned to face him fully, his expression had been so empty. His gaze held neither triumph nor distress. Only blankness.
'He had been numb from the experience of battle,' Obi-Wan told himself. He himself had felt the same at times. 'I will not abandon him, Qui-Gon,' Obi-Wan privately vowed. 'I see what you see. I see how he struggles, but I also see his immense capacity for good.'
Siri moved closer to him. "It appears that your Padawan has impressed the Chancellor. He has great gifts."
"Yes," Obi-Wan agreed. "Yet he has so much to learn."
"As do we all," Kastor said with a smile. "This is where we part ways, I'm afraid."
Obi-Wan felt Siri's emotions boil up for a moment before she moved forward quickly and was engulfed in a hug from Kastor in an uncharacteristic show of emotion for her. Obi-Wan hid a smile, knowing the touching moment was not something Siri would want mentioned. He was just glad that someone had been there for her throughout the entire mission.
"I'll see you later, dad," she whispered with a slightly teasing end, and he grinned.
"Not if I see you first, my annoying youngest daughter," he replied quietly.
Surprising Obi-Wan, she next moved over and traded a hug with Rhys. The young Ranger must have really imprinted on Siri, both for the hug and for his presence with some of her darker moments, for Obi-Wan knew she was not usually one who got along with most people, let alone to the point that she was willing to hug. Perhaps only a handful of people were capable of getting a hug out of Siri.
Some things were bound to change, and Obi-Wan was obviously seeing at least one such change in her. The experience must have softened her to those she cared for in general, making her crave or at least more open to caring physical gestures and signs of affection.
"Keep the old man safe," Siri said with a grin.
Rhys sighed. "If I must, but you know that's a full time job, sis."
Siri chuckled, and then turned to head aboard. Obi-Wan clasped arms with Kastor and Rhys nodding his farewell.
"Look after her and yourself," Kastor said with a grin.
"Of course, Master," Obi-Wan said, much more seriously. "Thank you for everything."
Kastor shook his head fondly, and Obi-Wan frowned.
"Some day, you'll understand, Obi-Wan," Kastor said cryptically. "Someday."
Obi-Wan looked at the older Jedi, but he just gestured for Obi-Wan to move on, so Obi-Wan turned and with Siri, boarded the vessel, following the chancellor and his Padawan, while Rhys and Kastor both turned to talk to Mazie and Berri.
**The Will of the Force**
Anakin Skywalker couldn't contain the pride he felt even if he wanted to. He'd delivered justice to Krayn for his many atrocities, freed all the slaves of Nar Shaddaa, was the catalyst for Obi-Wan and Siri reuniting and her returning to the Order, something which had obviously made his Master extremely happy, and now he was getting praise from Chancellor Palpatine for his actions.
Sure, he still had some regrets for how he'd treated Siri, but she hadn't held anything against him, and neither Obi-Wan nor Kastor had brought it up, so he figured he was okay. Besides, it was hard to feel regrets when a good friend and mentor was complimenting your actions.
Obi-Wan may be his Master, but it was Chancellor Palpatine that helped him feel better. Obi-Wan was a great Jedi, but he tended not to give out praise or show his pride easily, both things that Anakin craved. He needed to know how he was doing, to know he was doing good, but Obi-Wan generally only pointed out when he made mistakes. Palpatine was his friend, despite his station, and was only too happy to talk to Anakin if he needed someone to vent to, was only too happy to hear about his latest mission and give him the positive feedback he needed.
He knew this was Obi-Wan's duty as his Master to harp on his mistakes, but still, he wished for the bond that Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had had. Not for the first time did he wish that Qui-Gon were still around. Anakin was sure that he would have found the bond he was looking for with the man that had set him free. Obi-Wan was a great Jedi, but he was too devoted to the Code, too set on making sure Anakin followed the set path, and yet Anakin knew that he was learning things faster and to a greater level than many of his fellow Padawans and agemates. Why couldn't his Master see that? Why couldn't his Master understand him?
"You've done an incredible job, my young friend," Palpatine said, with his kind smile as he continued to leave a reassuring hand on Anakin's shoulders. "One I think few, if any, your age or even older could have accomplished."
Anakin beamed, feeling pride at the words, though he knew he was supposed to try and deflect the praise and be more humble.
"I just did what needed to be done, Chancellor," Anakin replied. "I'm sure many other Jedi would have handled it just as well or better."
"Oh, I find that hard to believe," Palpatine replied earnestly. "I mean, Knight Tachi and Master Shan were both involved and they didn't end Krayn's empire. You did."
Anakin felt conflicted at that statement. On one hand, Palpatine wasn't incorrect. Anakin's actions had resulted in the Colicoids assuming control and the initial idea had been his, but Siri had certainly played a crucial role in actually making the plan happen. If it weren't for her, his plan would never have worked. In addition, she and Kastor likely had a plan to get her out and deal with Krayn but never got to enact it due to Anakin and Obi-Wan's involvement. Besides, Anakin also knew that Krayn's empire extended far beyond Nar Shaddaa, and he knew that Kastor and Siri had taken care of those branches after Krayn's death, so they were certainly very involved in the destruction of Krayn's empire.
"Not that I mean to imply that Master Shan or Knight Tachi are inept or unskilled," Palpatine said quickly, looking mortified, and Anakin relaxed. "They are both incredibly skilled and have achieved something no others were able to do. I just think that makes it even more impressive that you were able to assist them, and that you were the one to end Krayn himself for good."
Anakin nodded slowly, feeling pride overrun his nerves. Palpatine wasn't insulting Kastor or Siri. He was just more impressed with Anakin.
"I'm actually hoping you might be able to tell me more about your friends," Palpatine said with interest. "Master Shan seems to so rarely be back on Coruscant and when he is, I don't often hear about it till he has left. It means that I haven't had a chance to get to know him like I would like to. He did help save my world afterall, just as you did. From the farewell I just witnessed, he seems quite close to Knight Tachi, perhaps even unorthodoxly close for a Jedi, and it seems to me that she and your Master are close as well, or am I incorrect?"
Anakin marveled at Palpatine's perception but figured that is what it took to be a good politician, and Anakin knew the chancellor was so different from other politicians. He was a good man, unlike others. He did wonder about the insinuation of 'unorthodoxly close' but then he'd wondered about Siri and Obi-Wan in that way, and he still did truthfully, and he had heard what Kastor and Siri called each other, so he couldn't deny that he wondered about them as well, and that unorthodoxly close certainly could describe them.
"Well, I can tell you a bit about Master Shan, but I'll admit that I don't know much of his past," Anakin admitted. He'd always enjoyed listening to Kastor's stories, but he'd always been more focused on what Kastor could teach him, or working on the Ebon Hawk with him, not learning about his history. Gossip at the Temple was easy to ignore as well since most of it focused on their more recent adventures, things that Anakin could get straight from the source.
"Well, I'm more than happy to hear whatever you know about the man," Palpatine said earnestly. "I'm a history buff myself, and I happen to know he shares a family name with many powerful Jedi from the Old Republic."
"Yes, I do know that he's apparently descended from Grandmaster Bastila Shan and Revan," Anakin admitted eagerly, remembering a little of both of them from his Temple history classes, even if they had never been his favorite classes.
"Incredible," Palpatine mused. "It's just strange."
"What is?" Anakin asked.
"Well, I was under the impression that the Shan line died out almost two thousand years ago during the various wars that occurred during that time. It's also incredible to think that someone this far in the future would think to mention being descended from such legendary Jedi as Bastila Shan or the infamous Revan," Palpatine continued.
Anakin frowned in confusion. "Well, I know he was in some sort of Force coma for a long time, your Excellency, so he is old enough to still be from that line, but I don't know how long he was frozen for. I do know that he is really close to my Master, Knight Tachi, and Antarian Ranger Dallows. I think he's pretty close with Knight Tachi's former Master, Master Gallia, as well as Master Koon, and Master Yoda. They bicker a lot, but I think he might actually even be friends with Master Windu. I'm sure there are others, but I don't really know them. Maybe Knight Damsin? Knight Eerin? Perhaps you could find out more about him from one of them? I'm sure they would let you know when he's going to be back and help set up a meeting so you can actually get to know him."
Palpatine beamed, and for a second Anakin thought he'd seen victorious satisfaction in his eyes, but he must have imagined it because instead all he could see was the kindly grandfatherly look that Palpatine reserved for him.
"You are quite brilliant to point me in the direction of those who would know best," Palpatine praised. "I will indeed have to ask others about Master Shan. It sounds to me that your own Master and Knight Tachi are the ones I should talk to. Your own Master is a great man, but I suspect he will be hesitant to share personal details or his own opinions on Master Shan with me," Palpatine said with an air of sadness. "He's just too reserved and polite to open up and truly trust me or really anyone, I suspect. What can you tell me of Knight Tachi?"
Anakin frowned, thinking of Palpatine's words about his Master, and judging them somewhat correct. Not completely because Anakin was fairly sure that Obi-Wan did confide completely in Kastor, and back at first, he used to confide in Siri, and from what Anakin had seen, they were back to that level of closeness. Perhaps Bant or Taria, who Anakin had met a few times, and maybe Yoda or Yaddle, were also worthy of his master's counsel, but otherwise, he felt Palpatine truly had gotten a good measure of his Master. Anakin wondered if he himself would ever fully gain Obi-Wan's trust and counsel. Obi-Wan just always seemed to lack that bond with the Living Force and other beings.
"I'm afraid I don't know a ton about her, Chancellor," Anakin admitted ruefully. "She was gone for much of the time when I first arrived at the Temple, and not long after was her apparent departure from the Order. Back then, she always seemed a bit reserved with everyone, well everyone except my Master and maybe a few others, like Kastor, Knight Eerin, and her own Master. They were really close, Siri and my Master," Anakin said, hesitant to continue to admit what he was about to say, but then decided he trusted Palpatine more than almost anyone. "In fact, I'm pretty sure they're involved in some way. Nothing outside of the scope of the Order's ban on attachments, but something a bit more than two normal Jedi. He was certainly crushed when she left, and I know he went looking for her, before he moved on."
Once again, Anakin almost thought he saw triumph in Palpatine's eyes but again he must have been wrong. He was probably just tired after being enslaved for two weeks and then fighting Krayn.
"I'm sure they weren't involved in anything more than a physical manner," Palpatine said comfortingly. "Your Master is too perfect a Jedi to be involved in a truly romantic affair. I doubt he could ever even entertain the notion of feeling those feelings. Jedi tend to remove themselves from those, though I guess you are correct that they probably fulfill some physical outlet for each other, with the detached friendship in addition. Jedi are allowed that, if I remember correctly. Besides, if they were truly involved, and behind the Council's back, surely she would have told him about her mission before disappearing, and surely he would not have moved on and given up on her, nor forgiven her so quickly now that he was aware of what happened."
Anakin nodded slowly, somewhat agreeing with Palpatine's assessment. Obi-Wan and Siri were two 'perfect' Jedi. If Obi-Wan didn't know about her, then it was safe to assume that they weren't involved in more than something physical, which was not something Anakin wanted to think about. Anakin knew he would never hurt someone he loved by disappearing and letting them believe he was a traitor. He would also never give up on someone he loved. Still, he wasn't completely sure. They were really close. Maybe they just didn't love as much as others did? Maybe they didn't truly love each other like non Jedi could love each other.
"I do know that she was very by the books before she left," Anakin finally continued, thinking more about what he used to know about Siri. "Apparently even more by the books than my own Master, which is really saying something."
"Interesting," Palpatine said thoughtfully. "I wonder if that will have changed while undercover. Surely she had to do some truly unforgivable things in order to worm her way into Krayn's good graces. I'm sure her soul is stained. I mean, she was Krayn's lieutenant. She must have helped enslave hundreds if not thousands in her time with him, not to mention what other unsavory things she might have done."
Anakin froze, pondering Palpatine's words. He hadn't really thought about it, but that had to be true. In order to be infiltrate Krayn's network, she must have become a very proficient pirate and slaver. Why had she waited two years to do anything? Why hadn't she ended Krayn as soon as she had a chance. Sure others would have escaped, but she could have saved so many more lives by ending Krayn earlier. He could only conclude it had been the Jedi in her or the Council's orders that kept her from killing Krayn sooner. That rubbed him more than he wanted to admit, and made him look at Siri in a slightly different light, but he certainly didn't know all the details, so he would withhold judgment for now. Maybe Obi-Wan could help him see why they had waited so long.
"How about you guide me over to your Master and introduce me to Knight Tachi?" Palpatine offered, and Anakin smiled and nodded and then guided Palpatine over to the two Jedi, who hadn't left each other's side since boarding the vessel.
**The Will of the Force**
Obi-Wan and Siri both turned to Palpatine and Anakin as they approached, both putting on the stoic, but respectful looks of Jedi who are about to interact with dignitaries. Siri couldn't help but loathe knowing she was going to have to do her best to be diplomatic and charming. Diplomacy had not been her specialty as a Padawan. This was Obi-Wan's thing.
"Ah, Master Kenobi, a pleasure as always," he said and then he smiled at Siri. "I was hoping to be formally introduced to the woman who successfully infiltrated Krayn's empire."
"Of course, Chancellor," Obi-Wan replied respectfully. "This is Jedi Knight Siri Tachi."
"A pleasure to meet you, Chancellor," Siri said with a respectful bow.
"The pleasure is all mine, my dear," Palpatine replied energetically, and Anakin grinned. Siri smiled back politely, but inside she felt some slight irritation at the whole interaction. "Perhaps we can walk and talk? It is a long journey back to Coruscant and I'm afraid I'd go mad if I sat or stood in one place the whole time."
"Of course, Chancellor," Siri replied and then fell into line with him. She glanced back to see Anakin and Obi-Wan hadn't followed and were instead starting to talk, and it seemed that Anakin had something serious to discuss with his Master. Obi-Wan sent her a soothing caress through their bond, likely in an attempt to stop her from doing anything foolish in front of the Supreme Chancellor, not that she would have anyway. Though, it was amusing to know that he still knew her so well.
"It must feel strange to be back among those you trust . . . or at least those you are supposed to trust," Palpatine said to her, and she felt surprised at his words.
"Perhaps if others had been the ones to help end this mission," Siri responded hesitantly, but with an agreeable tone.
"Oh, that's right, I'm told you are good friends with Master Kenobi," Palpatine said, "and of course Master Shan has been with you through much of your mission."
"Yes, Master Kenobi and I were both agemates with each other, so we grew up together," Siri said. "As Padawans, we also went on several missions together, so I know him quite well. We have been friends for a very long time."
"How fascinating," Palpatine responded. "What about Master Shan? I know he acted as a handler of sorts and gateway for you to pass information through, but beyond that, I can't imagine he was all that much comfort to you when you were alone, surrounded by enemies."
"Master Shan and I go back a ways as well," Siri responded cautiously. As Chancellor, he could request information on Kastor from the Council and would get it, so there was no real reason for her to withhold anything that wasn't Kastor's personal secrets, but part of her didn't like revealing anything she didn't need to. Kastor liked to keep things quiet, and that included his true history. "He was one of the Masters that endorsed me for the mission, and then helped train me up before I infiltrated Krayn's organization. His guidance and support has been greatly appreciated over these past years. I consider him a close friend and mentor."
"I see," Palpatine said with interest. "Obviously I misspoke. Forgive me."
"There is nothing to forgive, Chancellor," Siri said with a shake of her head. "You intended no offense."
"Of course," Palpatine said with a gracious smile. "I always forget how forgiving and understanding Jedi can be. You're a credit to your Order."
"Thank you, Chancellor," Siri responded, though she felt a bit off put at the shift in tone. He'd swiftly gone from questioning to complimentary.
"Perhaps you can tell me a bit about Master Shan?" Palpatine asked. "I owe him much for his aid in saving my planet, but he seems to keep himself away from Coruscant and seems to have left by the time I've heard he is on Coruscant. Thus, I have not been able to meet up with him myself. If he wasn't a Jedi, I'd almost think he was avoiding me," Palpatine finished with a smile.
'Not far off,' Siri thought. Kastor indeed did want to avoid most politicians except at his own discretion. She was fully aware that Kastor didn't like the Order's reliance on the Republic. Knowing Senators and being possibly seen with them could compromise his ability to work undercover, and that was something he was loath to risk.
"Master Shan tends to spend much of his time undercover or following his interpretation of the Force's will around the galaxy and doing his duty to help people, and is thus generally only back on Coruscant for repairs or to get supplies," Siri informed Palpatine.
"A very dedicated Jedi," Palpatine remarked.
"One of our best," Siri replied with conviction.
"It's interesting," Palpatine said. "I've always been fascinated by history, and obviously the Order plays a large part in the history of this galaxy, so in turn, I have studied much of the Order's history. I'm told that he is descended from the line that sprung up from the union between the infamous redeemed Jedi Master and fallen Sith Lord Revan and Grandmaster of the Order, Bastila Shan."
"He is," Siri said, surprised at Palpatine's knowledge.
"I was unaware that that line was still around," Palpatine said idly. "Forgive me, but I thought it was documented that the last of that line fell nearly two thousand years ago. Unless there was a branch that wasn't Force sensitive that escaped? Perhaps a line that just now produced another Jedi?"
Siri pondered her response. It wouldn't be smart to lie to the Chancellor of the Republic, and he could easily fact check her with the High Council. That would alert him to the fact that she had lied to him, something that could strain relations between the Senate and the Order. On the other hand, couldn't he have requested this information on his own, if he was truly curious? Or did he not want the Jedi to know he was looking into Kastor?
On the flip side, she really did not feel comfortable revealing Kastor's information to someone outside or even necessarily inside the Order without Kastor's or the Council's approval. She could use that as her response, but if there was one thing she'd learned from Kastor, it was to not burn bridges if you didn't have to. Being on cordial terms with the Chancellor wasn't something to throw away. She figured the best option was to reveal the least amount of information she could, while hopefully satiating Palpatine and convincing him that she was truly trying to be helpful.
"Well, your Eminence," Siri started, "I'm afraid I can't reveal everything I know about Kastor without his or the Council's approval, but I can answer a little bit about his history. His family did die out two thousand years ago, as history reports. Kastor himself was born before that."
Palpatine's eyes narrowed, and Siri almost thought she saw a hungry, predatory gaze fill the man's eyes before they went back to those of a politician.
"Are you suggesting that he has lived for over two thousand years?" Palpatine asked curiously. "Surely that can't be correct. No human or even partial human has ever lived so long, at least as far as I know. In fact, I know of no beings in general to have lived so long."
"It's complicated, Chancellor, but he was frozen in the Force, frozen in time while on a mission back during the Great Galactic War," Siri said, still not happy to be revealing this, but knowing it was the smart decision. "Due to this, he didn't age as the years passed by. He was found and awoken, and after some adjustment time, he joined our Order."
"Incredible," Palpatine murmured. "I've heard legends of beings surviving past when they should have died, but never would I think that I would meet one who has done so."
"It wasn't intentional," Siri replied. "He attributes it to the Force's will."
"Of course," Palpatine said, but his thoughts were clearly elsewhere, and that made Siri even more nervous, though she didn't know why. Finally, Palpatine refocused on her. "Well, you've been gracious enough to tell me about the mysterious Master Shan, but I asked for your company to learn about you as well."
"Oh?" Siri asked, a bit surprised.
"Well, I imagine it will be hard to reintegrate into the Jedi. I'm sure you had to do many things that are against your Code, things that you needed to do to survive."
"There will be some habits to break, but I'm positive it won't be long before I'm back on active duty," Siri said confidently.
"Oh, I'm sure," Palpatine said. "It just has to be a shame going from knowing the pleasures of doing things for yourself, even if it's just surviving, the pleasures of the flesh, the pleasures that come from being a person and truly enjoying it to now returning to the life of a Jedi. Your Order is, afterall, well known for being very against passion, attachment, and often personal satisfaction."
Siri stopped a frown from appearing, though she had an idea of where this was going as she witnessed the slightly predatory look return to his eyes, one that had a hint of attraction and lust in them. It really wasn't all that surprising. Even before she'd gone undercover, she'd had men and women attempt to hit on her or sleep with her. Politicians, aides, government officials, and even the average citizen who noticed her at a bar, whether she was on duty or not.
While nearly everyone knew Jedi weren't supposed to fall in love and have those types of relationships, many in the core worlds, those that saw the Jedi the most, had spread around that Jedi could have physical relationships, a fact which was technically true. This had the unfortunate side effect of convincing a great many men and women that the ultimate conquest was to bed a Jedi. She was not the only one. She knew Obi-Wan had drawn the attention of both men and women throughout his career, though he'd never taken anyone up . . . well anyone except her . . . well he had had a fling with one other, but that hadn't gone as far as she and he did.
It certainly didn't help that there were many Jedi who were willing, or at least open to the possibility. She certainly didn't judge her fellow Jedi, but she did wish that word didn't spread of the Jedi who were willing, since it only spurred on others to attempt said feat themselves. Palpatine obviously assumed that Siri had been forced or had willingly given in and slept with Krayn or others in his organization and that perhaps now that she'd supposedly experienced sex, she'd be willing to sleep with him.
"I don't think I'll miss much of that," Siri responded. "Frankly, the pirates and slavers left much to be desired, and besides, if I ever really wished to revisit some of those . . . urges, I'm sure I can find someone willing and much more able."
Palpatine's eyes widened slightly and he laughed. "Indeed, you are quite different from other Jedi. Very unique. I'm sure a woman of your beauty could find nearly anyone to help you out. Well, I know when a woman has turned me down, but perhaps you'll let me at least treat you to dinner some time. I value the perspective of unique Jedi and always seek to befriend them."
"Perhaps someday, Chancellor," Siri acquiesced, knowing she had no intention of ever taking the man up on his offer.
**The Will of the Force**
"So, have you decided where you would like us to take you?" Kastor asked with a smile.
It had been six days since Obi-Wan, Siri, and Anakin had departed with Palpatine back to Coruscant. After they had left, Kastor and Rhys had approached Mazie and Berri to offer them an additional deal beyond the offer of transportation off of Nar Shaddaa.
The Ebon Hawk and Shadow Hawk were still both in need of repairs, so they'd offered them pay if they helped them repair it. In addition, they gave them two of the beds in the starboard dormitory, so they would actually have beds instead of the hard ground in the factory and have access to a refresher.
It had seemed the least they could do to help two who had gone above and beyond to help them. This provided Kastor and Rhys with help in fixing their ships, both of which desperately needed repairs while allowing the two women to earn some credits for themselves for when they finally journeyed to wherever they wished to go.
Both women ended up accepting their offer, which drastically sped up their efforts to repair their ships. With Nar Shaddaa not being the greatest of ports, Kastor and Rhys both agreed that they only needed to do enough repairs to get them to a better port from which they could do a greater level of maintenance.
"I believe it is time to go home, to a place we should not have left," Mazie said, glancing at Berri who nodded eagerly. "We would like to go to Ryloth, if you are willing to take us there."
"Of course," Kastor said with a nod. "We promised to take you wherever you wished to go, and we will keep our promises. Plus, earlier today, the Council approved the effort to help with your relocation, and thus it is now our assigned mission to take you where you wish to go."
"Thank you," Mazie said with a bow. "You Jedi are truly honorable."
"We do our best to be of service to the people of this galaxy," Kastor replied solemnly, and he smiled. "Ryloth is our next stop, so strap yourselves in for the jump to hyperspace. It will take us a little over a day to reach there, but our next stop is Lessu."
Mazie and Berri both smiled widely and then moved back to the main hold, likely wishing to discuss their plans in the main hold while Kastor and Rhys piloted the craft. Kastor put a slight Force barrier up, one that would help keep them from being overheard, but nothing that would stop them from hearing the two women trying to call for them.
"Ryloth should have everything we need to get both ships back to full strength," Rhys said.
"Yes, I'm sure it'll be fine," Kastor agreed. "It's a good thing they picked something so close or we would have had to find a stop along the way. I'm not sure I trust the hyperdrive or engines much further than a day's jump."
"They'll last," Rhys replied. "Scrappy is monitoring the engines and hyperdrive. If anything comes up, Scappy'll take care of it or let us know. Have you made the final decision on where to go first afterwards?"
Kastor sighed. "I know you recommend Outpost 3, and I can see your point. I just worry that the outpost there could get stumbled upon accidentally. I think we sell the jewelry on Kuat, buy some construction droids and materials, and then head for Home Base. We can drop off the droids, and then stop off at Muunilist before returning to Coruscant."
"Kas, I agree with the risks, but in an emergency, Outpost 3 is much closer, both as a place to flee to and hide, and as a place to strike from or react from as needed. Home Base will likely remain hidden for the foreseeable and unforeseeable future."
Kastor chuckled. "You are very persuasive," he said, and then he thought for a moment. "We could double our purchases, use Krayn's personal ship which you 'acquired' and split up. We just need to comm Wrench and have him change his direction and meet us on Kuat. I'll head to Home Base while you head to Outpost 3. I'll hold on at Home Base until you arrive, and then we can leave Krayn's ship there and head for Muunilist."
"Personally, I still think we should just sell Krayn's ship. Doubling our purchases either means less to invest with the Banking Clan or it means taking more from what you planned to return to the Order," Rhys said. "I don't know if we want to cut down on how much we invest with the IGC, though I still dislike that we're even going to use the IGC."
"No, we don't," Kastor said with a sigh. "Impatience will only hurt us. I don't like using the IGC either, but it's a sure way for us to grow our credits without us doing much. In all my years of undercover work, I've netted nearly two million credits, after the bribes, upgrades, supplies, armory, and everything else. If we give the IGC thirty million credits, they could easily double that within the next ten years. That type of profit is just too high to pass up."
"You're right, but I still don't like it," Rhys said. "Are you sure you still want to give five million to the Order? Force knows I understand, but it's likely the vast majority of that will just get funneled back into the Republic."
"I had revised that a bit," Kastor admitted. "Even low balling it, we should net about eight million from the uncut jewels. The art we'll obviously give to the Republic to return to the worlds they were stolen from, but with what we've made, what we can fence, and Krayn's haul, we should have nearly sixty million credits. If we sell Krayn's ship, we can probably add two million to that. I was thinking we would give five million to the Antarian Rangers, and give another ten million to the Order, though I plan to give it only if the Council will use it for the Order."
"The Rangers will certainly appreciate the donation," Rhys said with a grin, grateful that Kastor was willing to pay back into Rhys's own organization. "As for the Order, is there anyone who will listen to you and use the funds as you desire?"
"Yeah, that's the tricky part," Kastor admitted. "I'm sure Adi, Plo, and Yoda could be convinced, and then hopefully they can convince the rest of the Council to utilize the funds for the Order in some fashion."
"Well, that would still leave us with around forty-seven million credits," Rhys said, doing the math.
"Exactly," Kastor said. "The droids and building materials won't be cheap, especially since we'll want to pick up some more security droids too, and since we got those destroyers, I say we hit Cato Neimoidia and upgrade them with the portable shield generators like most droidekas have. We'll keep about a million with us for bribes, repairs, expenses, and opportunistic buys, and the rest we invest. Barring anything being outrageously expensive, we should be able to invest close to forty million, maybe more."
"Seems like a well-reasoned idea to me," Rhys said, seeing the weariness in Kastor's eyes. "You should consider getting some rest," Rhys said, worried for the older man. "Siri's safe now . . . or as safe as any Jedi can be, so take some rest and destress. You're not as young as you used to be."
Kastor chuckled. "Impertinent brat. I'm not that old! I will probably try to rest. I don't understand how anyone can be obsessed with making credits to the point it's all they care about. It's exhausting."
"If even a fraction of what you fear from your visions comes true, you'll be glad you did this," Rhys said softly, and Kastor nodded.
"Home base first, but do have Wrench meet us at Kuat. I think we keep Krayn's ship. We can then give the ship to the Order for other Shadows or undercover Jedi to use."
"Alright boss," Rhys replied with a grin. "It'll be a shame when we drop off the girls. It's only been a week, but I'm starting to get used to them being around."
"Hmmpf," Kastor snorted. "You're just going to miss Berri. Don't think I didn't notice you two sneaking off yesterday."
Rhys shrugged, though it was obvious he was fighting off a smile. "It's nothing serious. I think she just enjoys that she can pick someone rather than . . . well rather than the pirates picking her," Rhys finished, a bit sadly. "She's pretty, has a good sense of humor and is enjoyable to talk to. I don't see why I should refrain. You don't have to be worried about me jumping ship."
Kastor turned to him a bit sharply. "Don't ever believe that I would worry about you leaving my service because you found somebody you want to spend your life with. I'd be quite happy for you, and only wish you the best of luck. I certainly do not want to discourage you from finding someone or engaging in life."
Rhys grinned, and nodded in understanding, the scolding received.
"Besides," Kastor continued with a snort. "Knowing my luck, your significant other is going to be just as insane as you, so I'll probably just have gained another crew member."
Rhys laughed. "The day I find a girl able to keep up with this life, and willing to suffer your crankiness will be the day I know I found a keeper." Rhys sighed. "You know, this little venture here has really solved our credit issues. Sure, more wouldn't hurt, but I think it's safe to say we could slow down on taking jobs purely for intelligence and credits and start focusing on other possible outposts or more importantly, possible allies."
"We haven't exactly been successful on that front," Kastor said with a sigh. "Not that we don't have contacts to call up when needed, but it's rather hard to convince a government to align itself specifically with the Jedi, especially when we're approaching without the approval or support of the Council."
"True, but it doesn't mean we shouldn't keep trying," Rhys responded. "Even if it's just finding some more contacts in various governments, every little bit helps."
Kastor sighed again. "That's true. You know how much I hate dealing with politicians and government employees though."
Rhys laughed. "Yes, I can see why being a Counselor was not your chosen path. Isn't that the point though? We're either finding the type of corrupt officials that we can use or we're trying to find the uncorrupt officials that we can befriend?"
"Of course we are," Kastor said with a groan. "I've just always found the best people are those who we meet during our missions. Some bad, some good, but we almost always find good contacts."
"True, but while Calo Jurgens is capable of creating vast contacts in the underworld, Kastor Shan might be capable of finding us better contacts outside of the underworld."
"You know, you've come a long way from the brash ace I knew on Naboo," Kastor said. "It won't be long before you're a much wiser man than I am."
"Please old man, we're already there," Rhys joked, though Kastor could see the deflection for what it was. "You're getting senile."
"This senile old man can still whip your ass," Kastor muttered, as Rhys laughed and sent the Ebon Hawk into hyperspace.