It had been only an hour since the jump to lightspeed had been made, the course was set for Tatooine and things seemed normal. However, Siv kept glancing over to the pieces of Mandalorian armor they had found on Naboo and Mustafar. And it wasn't just the armor, it was the two pieces of what could only be described as weapon. The young Mando put down his tools and went to inspect the armor and weapons.

He marveled at the design of them. Each piece perfectly crafted in the forges of Mandalor. His hands moved to the helmet and picked it up. That strange dark feeling came back to him as he placed the helmet on his head. It fit him perfectly.

"Siv," came a voice within the helmet. The young Mandalorian immediately took it off and looked around, no one was around but him. It scared him as he put the helmet back where he found it and returned to his work, but no matter what he did, he felt compelled to look at the armor. Thinking that it was just his nerves, Siv went to see if Danny had something to drink.

A few hours later…

The Nova Star flew through hyperspace, everyone was just going about their duties. Danny was preparing supper for the crew, Dray was training Aleah, Siv was running maintenance checks on the hyperdrive and everybody else was at their stations. It was so calm on board that you could hear a pin drop, but the silence was soon replaced by the sound an alarm.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Siv's attention was pulled from the console, his eyes wide in alarm as he looked at the flashing red screen next to the hyperdrive, his heart beating in sync with the rapid beeping. And it was only after seeing the temperature readings going critical that the Mandalorian was able to get on read on the situation.

"DANK FERRIK!" Siv sworn, the young man soon reaching for his helmet at lightning speed as a geyser of steam blasted from one of the pipes leading into the drive core, his skin receiving a nasty burn, but nothing too serious.

"SIV!" Lyra bellowed over the comm, her own console in the cockpit going red with heat alarms.

"WHAT'S GOING ON BACK THERE?! ALL MY SCREENS ARE GOING RED!"

As Siv worked to isolate the rupturing seems in the piping, his attention was brought back to the temperature readings as he relayed the news to Lyra.

"THE CORE IS OVERHEATING! WE MUST HAVE SUFFERED A HIT IN THE PRIMARY COLLANT SYSTEM!"

Jens, who had been standing just behind Lyra with Dray, needed no further persuasion. For not following through with what Siv was saying would definitely result in the Nova Tsar being reduced to nothing but red hot durateel, with them along with it.

"DISENAGE HYPERDRIVE!"

"RIGHT!" Lyra said, her red eyes dancing all over the console as she began the process of dropping out of hyperspace. But, unfortunately, the hyperdrive seemed to be one step ahead her, for just five seconds before she finished in her task, Lyra, along with everyone else on the ship were either thrown off their feet as from their seats as a sizable explosion blew a large hole out of the side of the ship, the force of which throwing Siv back against the wall, the impact alone knocking him out, despite his helmet.

"SIV!" Jens called through his com as he was able to regain his bearings, his eyes soon landing on the scene of stationary stars out of the viewport, a clear sign that the Nova Star was out of hyperspace.

"SIV! COME IN!"

No answer.

The captain quickly felt something bad had happened.

"ALEAH!" he instead called, the nelvaanian, who was rubbing a now aching forehead as she had been throw from her seat in the galley along with Faolahd and Danny. But, just as she was able to register that Jens was speaking to her through her com, Aleah winced as she felt a slight shock in her neck.

Great, she thought to herself as she realized her vocabulator had been damaged once again. But she would worry about that later.

"Copy," she groaned, thankful that her collar was still somewhat operation.

"Aleah, head to the engine room and check on Siv. He's not responding!"

Aleah, not needing to be told twice, was out of the galley in the blink of an eye, rushing down the corridors, past Rusty who was trying to secure some of the treasure and Ore they had stolen from Mustafar, and jumped over Feline who was picking up her tech.

Kenna came running out of the med bay and almost collided with the Nelvaanian, thankfully, Aleah used the force to push her friend back into the med bay.

Aleah kept going until she reached the engine room. But the moment she was opened that door, her heart skipped a beat as she saw the ship's built in fire suppressors trying to put out the fire that had started. But the moment she looked down to see a crumpled mass of flesh and beskar, her worry shifted greatly.

"THERE'S A FIRE! SIV IS INJURED!" she frantically called through the comm; the news being immediately received by a certain Shistavanen medic.

"Get him to med bay, FAST!" Keena shouted through the comm. Doing as she was told, Aleah, with as much strength as she could muster, hauled Siv up so that she could at least drape his arm over her shoulder.

"Poodu, you're heavy," she groaned to herself as she managed to somewhat successfully get Siv slung over her as she trudged to the med bay, all while Jens, Dray and Lyra tried to figure out their next course of action.

"Lyra," the grizzled captain said to his blue-skinned navigator, "can we still move?"

"Yes," Lyra quickly responded as she looked at the status report.

"The explosion only took out the hyperdrive, but the main thrusters are still intact."

"Any place we can touch down for repairs?" Dray inquired.

Without saying a word, Lyra turned back to her console, the Chiss using the ship's scanners to pick up a potential planet in it's range. Luckily, it didn't take long before a good choice popped up…as well as teasing smirk, directed right out a now very confused Jens.

"Yeah…Ord Mantell."

Upon hearing this, Dray got a matching smirk as Jens's face fell in a despondent frown.

"NOOO!" he whined like a child who had just been given an extra round of chores, his eyes clenched shut to boot.

"NOT ORD MANTEL!"

"Yes," Dray smiled as he tried to hold back a laugh.

"Hey," Lyra said with laugh as she already began to make way for the regional depot of the sector, "it's either that or let this bucket of bolts fall apart."

And while Jens didn't really want to go to Ord Mantell for…personal reasons, he knew that with he condition the ship was in, it wouldn't make it through another jump without the necessary repairs. And seeing as how he didn't really know the extent of Siv's injuries, he figured it would be best to get him somewhere where Keena could look over him without any distractions.

Or any Imperial interference for that matter.

"Fine," the scraggily human relented, "but only until we get the ship and Siv looked after…I don't want to have to be anywhere near that trandoshan for too long."

Danny came onto the bridge then. "Oh, is Cid still angry at you for backing out of that deal two years ago?" he asked.

"I'm sure she's forgotten about that, but just land this bucket of bolts so we can get back underway," Jens groaned as he face palmed himself.

"Whatever you say boss," Lyra chuckled as the Nova Star made its way toward Ord Mantell.

As they drew near, the ship's comm crackled to life. Lyra adjusted the comm's frequency. Soon, the signal came through clear as daylight. It was a message addressed to Jens. The captain listened what the message was.

"Attention all Voyagers! This is Commander Wells, calling all Voyagers to report to Polis Massa as soon as you can. This is a level five emergency!"

"Damn," Jens muttered under his breath. "We can't make it there in this condition. We need to have the Nova Star repaired first," he turned to Lyra.

"Just make sure we can pay for the repairs," he said sadly, not wanting to draw attention to himself if possible.

And unfortunately for Jens, their arrival did not go unnoticed. As the crew entered Cid's bar, the aging trandoshan smirked as she locked her gaze on Jens like he was some sort of prey.

"And here I thought that you stayed away because ya didn't like me, Jenny Baby."

Jens could only groan as he, Dray, Keena, and Aleah entered the parlor, a barely conscious Siv strung between the two females, a few light groans escaping his lips as he drifted in and out of his mind. But what he been through he worried for his fellow crew member; Jens was trying his hardest not to gag at the very obnoxious flirting coming his way from the short and elderly trandoshan walking her way toward him from across the almost empty parlor.

"I do, Cid," Jens groaned as he stopped in front of the old lizard, who only let out a little chuckle as her attention suddenly shifted to the lump of male flesh strung between two the lupinesque females.

"So, what's with Mando Jr.?" Cid asked with an indifferent shrug, one which did not sit well with Jens.

"Hyperdrive blew out," he answered in a deadpan monotone.

"Siv was caught in the blast. We need a place to look after him while we repair the Star."

Looking at the dazed Mandalorian, his groans still very audible through his helmet, Cid just stared a for a solid minute before letting out an amused sigh.

"You know," she began, a teasing smirk still on her face as she crossed her arms, "I normally wouldn't do this on such short notice, sweetheart…but for you, I'm always happy to make an exception."

And while the hungry look in Cid's eyes sent a chill down Jens' back, he was still somewhat relieved that he was still able to take advantage of Cid's DISTURBING infatuation with him.

"I got some spare rooms in the back. Help yourselves," Cid finished, jerking her thumb to the rear of the parlor. Wasting no time, Aleah and Keena made their way past Cid, but not before Aleah's eyes locked with the trandoshan, who gave her a long, hard, penetrating glare. Not really one of malice, but of intense curiosity. Needless to say, Aleah did not like being subjected to that much scrutiny, especially by a stranger, and just focused on getting Siv to the back.

Once the two girls were out of sight with their charge, Cid looked back at Jens, the captain expecting more flirting, but instead got a more deadpan, straight-to-the-point question."

"So what's the story on Blue?" Cid asked pulling out a glass and bottle from the bar.

While he was greatly relieved to be spared more disturbing flirting, Jens released a long sigh as he sat on a stool at the bar. Cid filled the glass and pushed it forward.

"That's Aleah," he answered, grabbing a hold of the cup of Noobian Ale that Cid had graciously given him "on the house."

"She's…she WAS Daesha's Padawan."

Upon here this, Cid released a low, almost sorrowful sigh as she looked to the ground.

"That's a shame," she said with a low voice, which Jens was able to tell was lined with the same sorrow her face held as she reminisced the fate of one her more favored Jedi contacts.

"I really liked that girl."

"Yeah," Jens said with even stronger sorrow as he hunched over his drink. "I did too."

Cid stiffened at this. While she knew that Jens would never be interested in her, that still did not quell the deep sense of Jealousy that radiated through her as she was reminded of the obvious fondness Jens had for Aleah's old master.

Speaking of Aleah, it had been ten minutes since she and Keena had finally gotten Siv on the bed. And to Aleah's surprise, Keena actually began to strip Siv down, first by removing his armor, then his under tunic until his face and torso were exposed to the elements. At first Aleah tried her best to keep her focus of Siv's face, which she noticed had very red patch on the left side, a clear hallmark of the blast of steam that had blindsided him.

But try as she might, the nelvaanian just couldn't stop her gaze from wandering down the mandalorian's body, his lean frame hardly weak as it was well defined with slight muscle mass, from his strong arms to his surprisingly chiseled chest and abdomen. And at that moment, Aleah was compelled to step forward and run her hands over him, to let her fingers trace the strapping young man's body, the very though seeming to light a fire in her core.

"Aleah," Keena called, snapping the blue-furred girl from her thoughts.

"If you're done ogling Siv, can you get me the bacta spray?"

After taking a few seconds to regain her bearings, Aleah, with a bit of fumbling, found what she was looking for before handing it to Keena, who proceeded to apply the spray to a slowly recovering Siv's head. But as Aleah observed, even slight movements caused Siv's muscles to bulge and ripple. And try as she might, Aleah couldn't cool the fire that burned within her. And so, much to Keena's shock and confusion, Aleah bolted out of the room, making her way to one of the refresher's she had seen a sign for in the main parlor. And lucky for her, Jens and Cid didn't pay her any mind, the two still in deep conversation.

"So, how long you are thinking of hanging around?" Cid asked, having finished her second cup of ale.

"Just a couple rotations," Jens responded, taking a sip of his drink.

"Just enough time to get Siv and the Star patched up. After all, the Voyagers are calling all of back for a secret meeting of some sort."

Letting out a hum of content, Cid held her cup out. Taking into account the invitation, Jens allowed a genuine smile to grace his features as he took part in Cid's toast.

Dray sat watching the two and said nothing as he enjoyed his drink. As he took a sip, another patron walked up to him.

"Want to buy some Red Death?" he asked the Bothan.

Dray looked at him and frowned, then with the wave of his hand, "You don't want to sell me any Red Death," he said using his Jedi mind tricks on the patron.

"I don't want to sell you Red Death," the patron replied totally under the control of the mind trick.

"You want to get a real job and rethink your life," Dray added with a smile.

The patron nodded. "I want to get a real job and rethink my life," he said and left Cid's place.

Meanwhile, in the refresher, Aleah had locked herself in, her breathing labored as she tried to recollect her thoughts. But the harder she tried, the more Siv's body filled her mind. At this point, the fire in core, which had spread to the space between her legs, had become unbearable. And upon looking between her legs, Aleah could definitely see that a faint wet spot had formed on her trousers.

"Maybe," she said to herself after a moment of thought, "If I got it out…"

With that thought in mind, Aleah moved her hands toward her pants, hooking her thumbs in the hem.

Slowly, hesitantly, Aleah lowered her pants down to her knees, exposing her soaked pussy to the air, said exposure making some fluid trickle from her opening and onto the vac tube seat. After a few minutes of just sitting and staring at the cursed organ, Aleah slid her right hand between her legs, letting out a lite gasp as she rubbed her fingers against her sensitive clit, before moving onto her quivering folds.

After a few minutes of just rubbing her nether-lips, Aleah grew bolder. With a low moan, the nelvaanian inserted her index finger into her pussy, slowly thrusting the digit in and out of the gushing slit. But soon, Aleah found one finger to not be enough. So, next came the middle finger, but even then, that was not enough. Before long, Aleah was moaning loudly, three fingers being squeezed in her pussy as her other hand was switching between messaging both tits beneath her tunic, pinching the erect nipples beneath her top.

"Oh Siv," Lilly moaned as she frantically fish-hooked her pussy, juices forming a small puddle on the seat, "I Love You."

Upon hearing herself say this, Aleah was sent over the edge. Clutching her free hand over her muzzle, Aleah let out a muffled scream as she spread her legs as wide as her trousers would let her, removing her fingers from her pussy before vigorously rubbing her clit as a stream of sweet nectar sprayed from her slit, actually managing to hit the wall opposite her.

"Yes," Aleah moaned after two minutes, her mind coming back to reality following her orgasmic high. Looking at her drenched fingers, Aleah brought them to her mouth and took an experimental lick. Finding that she liked the taste, Aleah proceeded to lick her fingers clean of the clear substance. But, once she had her wits about her, Aleah blushed upon seeing the mess she made. Thinking quickly, she grabbed a nearby rag, scrubbing the wall and seat before quickly drying off her nether-lips. Once she was satisfied with her work, Aleah quickly deposited the rag into the trash bin before leaving the restroom to rejoin the others.

Later that night…

Aleah sat in her bed and looked up at the ceiling, her mind kept replaying the sight of Siv's well tones body. She remembered back to when she was a child living on Nelvaan. A certain wedding ceremony played out where a male Nelvaanian would meet his bride in nothing but what he was born with. The female on the other hand only had a simple loincloth on. Aleah could remember how handsome the men were, but compared to Siv, they stood no chance.

Well, one thing was for sure, Aleah was going to tell Siv how much she loved and longed for him even if he could hear her. The blue furred girl got out of her bed and headed for Siv's room. Once inside, she saw him lying there in only his pants. His strong, well-toned body made her feel all warm inside again, but she needed to get her feelings out.

Aleah slowly moved over to the bed and looked at the man she had clearly fallen in love with. Her hand moved up to her translator collar. "Siv," she said before removing it. The Nelvaanian then leaned down and pressed her lips gently against his. "Szeretlek," she said in her native language. Feeling rather satisfied Aleah turned and left the room, completely unaware that Siv had heard her and was smiling.

The next day…

Jens and the others were all seated around a Dejarik table. There were two teams playing. One was Faolahd and Danny and the other was Kenna and Feline. As Faolahd moved his mightiest creature to the center of the table, Feline smiled as she sent her best creature in which destroyed Faolahd's creature.

"HEY! THAT'S CHEATING!" the Wookie roared.

Rusty spoke up to defend his fellow crew mate. "She made a fair move, Faolahd. Screaming about can't help you."

Cid was behind the bar, attracted by the commotion, the old trandoshan looked back over her shoulder, smiling slightly. "It's not wise to upset a Wookiee."

Rusty looked up from the board and stared at Cid. "But no one worries about upsetting droids because losing at Dejarik is nothing to us." he countered.

"Then I'll hope you remember that when Faolahd tares you and Cutie apart," came the voice of Siv who came stumbling out of his room.

Everyone jumped up from seats and rushed to welcome their favorite Mandalorian. Aleah was the one who was truly happy to see Siv walking around, but before she could even embrace him, the Mandalorian reached out and pulled the young Nelvaanian to him for a kiss. Aleah was at first shocked by this, but soon kissed back.

The crew were stunned but at the same time was happy that Siv had such feelings for Aleah.

And true to Jens's word, the crew was on their way after two rotations, but not before giving Cid a large sum of credits for letting them stay at her place.

Meanwhile back on Coruscant, Emperor Palpatine looked at the reports on the so-called Voyagers. His eyes seemed to be transfixed on one certain name… Fang. He knew this Shistavanen had problem with greed, after all, it said in his file that he was known for gambling and being something of double crosser if the price was right. Maybe, just maybe, he could use this dog to aid Lord Vader in capturing Aleah and Dray. He just needed to find him first.

The best place was to have spies set up in every major underground gambling den across the galaxy. Sooner or later Fang would turn up at one of them.

Meanwhile on Tatooine, David Creed had settled down in Begger's Canyon with his parents, his elder sister and younger brother as a doctor and researcher. At the same time, David had been homing in on his Jedi training and been writing on haiku. From what he remembered from Jedi training and the history of Old Republic. However, he also took up reading and studying about the S'kytri. Not only were the S'kytri masters of the martial, but they were also masters of the literary arts. So, the brain was just as important as muscle.

David sat on his knees as he looked out in the Dune Sea as he observed the desert landscape. Oh, how barren, but magnificent it looked to the young Jedi, but then he saw Owen and Beru at their moisture farm. The Lars were just your everyday family trying to make ends meet, that wasn't the only thing they were working on. Beru was holding her baby nephew Luke Skywalker in her arms, rocking him back and forth trying to get him to sleep.

Suddenly, David saw a vision of a black cloaked figure fighting a younger man holding a blue lightsaber in a floating city in the clouds. Another vision he had was that of two Jedi Knights and two Sith Lords banded together to fight off Mandalor the Heartless along a Mandalorian dressed in white armor.

David wrote his haiku as it said, "Endure together. A heart refusing to fail. Stand tall and resist."

"David! Time for dinner!" David's mom called.

"Coming, Mom!" David called as he got up and head home.

Later that evening, David went to his room to study more on the S'kytri race, but something was wrong. He could feel it washing over him, the force was calling to him from across the Dune Sea. But why? He quickly sat down to do some meditation. "I am one with the force. Guide me through the plains of enlightenment," he breaths softly.

"The prophecy of Mandalor the Heartless's return is getting closer and closer," Master Yoshimitsu said as he suddenly appeared out of nowhere as a Force ghost.

"Master? Is it really you?" David asked, clearly shocked to see his master standing before him.

"It is, David," he replied. "But what you need to do is listen. Mandalore the Heartless is returning! And soon, he will be even stronger than the Empire itself."

"Mandalor the Heartless? I thought it was just a legend and a tall tale that Master Codova wrote about in his research," David said.

"No, it is real. It's both a Jedi and a Sith legend. You are part of the bloodline that defeated him over three hundred years ago," David looked confused at seeing Aleah's master appear as well. She went on with her explanation. "You ancestor on your mother's side of the family was one of the two Jedi to defeat Mandalor the Heartless," Master Daesha said showing him his family tree through the force.

"Even with the Empire taking complete control of the galaxy, Mandalor the Heartless will be more powerful than the Emperor and reign supreme," Yoshimitsu said.

"Master, even though Anakin, Obi-Wan and I fought you during the Clone Wars, I can't do this alone," David said.

"You won't be," Master Daesha replied softly. Master Yoshimitsu then spoke up.

"You shall meet the ones who will help you in this quest very soon."

David found himself smiling at his master's words. "I shall honor your sacrifices and the Jedi legacy," he said. "I will not fail."

"May the Force be with you, David Creed," Master Yoshimitsu said as he and David bowed to each other.

"Take care, because you're about to have an unwelcome guest," Daesha said as she and Yoshimistu Force ghosts disappeared.

Sure enough, the minute they were gone, shouting was heard coming from the kitchen. David picked up his lightsaber and hurried to deal with the problem.

Looks like things have started to go full swing. Dark forces are at work and the Voyagers are now in hiding. What will happen to Jens and his crew? Will the Emperor find a weak link among the crew since he knows Fang has problem with greed? Find out next time in The Voyagers