Things were pretty quiet back on the ship. A ZH-40 light freighter that was gifted to us by the government of Ruusan for busting a smuggling operation that was going on in their system. They were so grateful that they wanted to pay us personally the bounty that had been placed on the smugglers, and when Master Fisto had refused, had insisted on giving us the heavily modified freighter. After thinking it over, Master Fisto relented and graciously accepted, probably realizing the value of a ship that aesthetically no one would associate with the order. He tasked me with figuring out a name, and I'd landed on the Wayward Mythosaur, as a small nod to my heritage.

I was in the main cargo hull, which had been modified to carry over 80 metric tons of contraband. Since we weren't running any illegal goods, there was a lot of space that wasn't being used, and this area had been utilized as a training space while we were in between missions. Master Fisto was still in the cockpit, having set course back to Coruscant, and was most likely currently debriefing with the council.

I'm sure Master Rancisis will have some words about the fact that I'm not present, I thought with a small smirk. The snake-like master was a stickler for tradition and protocol, and both my master and I tended to skirt the edges of what was acceptable in those areas.

At the moment, I was seated cross-legged in the center of the hold. Floating around me were all the nuts and bolts, so to speak, of my deconstructed lightsaber. Over the years, even without the aid of Force Absorb, I'd grown more proficient in my use of TK. I still struggled with objects any larger than an average sized Jawa, but my control had become very advanced. I was currently going through one of my favorite Force meditation techniques, which was taking apart and reconstructing my lightsaber using only the Force. With the level of control I now had, the exercise was trivial, and would be over in less than thirty seconds if I wanted to do it as fast as possible. Right now, I was sorting all the pieces from smallest to largest and spinning them in a ring around myself.

Feeling a flash of amusement from my master in the Force, and his presence beginning to make its way in my direction, I quickly reconstructed the lightsaber and called it back to my hand. I began giving it a once over in the unlikely scenario that I had misplaced any parts, and nodding slightly when I didn't find anything amiss.

My lightsaber was unique in its own way, though not outlandish like some members of the order. The main body was made from duraplast, giving it a glossy ivory color. The body was one solid cylinder, unlike Luke's green bladed lightsaber where it looked like the emitter was a separate piece from the body. The only accent the lightsaber had was a chestnut-colored piece of metal that wound its way around the hilt, looking like a tree branch. Towards the emitter, it split into two branches, extending past the emitter itself into two prongs that would frame the blade itself when it was activated. At the crux of the split sat the activation switch, black in color.

My inspection was interrupted by the arrival of my master, walking through the doorway that led to the main corridor.

"Master," I acknowledged, rising from my seated position and clipping my lightsaber to my belt. "How did it go with the council?"

"It went fine, Padawan. They were glad to hear of the safe return of Ms. Ichem, though were slightly disappointed that we weren't able to apprehend any of the mercenaries for questioning. They are very curious who the group was that pulled this off."

I rolled my eyes. "Sorry that we were too busy saving a girl's life and avoiding getting blown up to ask who their employer was. Master Rancisis probably thought I instigated the fight."

Master Fisto waved his hand and a spare crate off in the corner floated over, which he took a seat upon.

"Thankfully, he wasn't part of the debrief, or I'd probably have to hear about your choice of dress again," he said, eyeing me up and down.

I looked down at myself and shrugged. It's true that I didn't dress quite like what you'd expect from a typical Jedi. I was wearing black cargo pants that went down to black combat boots. Around my waist was a utility belt, containing the smoke canisters I had utilized on Fondor, among other odds and ends, including my lightsaber. My S-5 sat in a thigh holster attached to my left leg. Up top I was wearing a black short sleeved shirt beneath a tan bantha-hide jacket. To be fair, when we were out on a mission, I did normally wear the traditional dark brown robe over the top of everything.

"If I'm going to get shot at on a regular basis, I want to be comfortable while I'm doing it. Looking damn good at the same time is just a side benefit."

If Nautolans had pupils, I'm sure I'd be dizzy from how hard my master would have been rolling his eyes. Instead, I just got a flat stare.

"Anything else I should know about?" I asked, figuring it was best to just move on.

"The council grows more concerned about the Separatist movement, and is worried that open hostilities are almost inevitable at this point."

I sighed. "That's nothing new. And I'm sure that no one has any plans to do anything about it."

The movement had begun roughly 2 standard years prior when several thousand systems had seceded from the Republic, under the banner of one Count Dooku of Serenno, causing quite the stir among the order when it occurred.

Dooku had left the Jedi 9 years before I had arrived at the temple, so I never had any interaction with him, but his name being attached to the Separatists had shook the order. Masters Qui-Gon and Yoda had taken it especially hard.

"And what would you have them do, Tyris? We are Jedi, we never act in aggression, only in opposition to it."

"I'm sure that's very comforting to those who experience the aggression before we can 'oppose' it," I said, putting air quotes around the word just to be an asshole.

"We help where we can, but we cannot be everywhere."

"I get that, but even when there is a clear threat, we still wait until they've made the first move. Always throwing the second punch is a good way to get a bloodied nose."

My master scrutinized me for a moment, before standing and sending the crate back to where it had been. He placed a hand on my shoulder.

"I'm proud of how wise you've become, Padawan, but you are too young to be taking on all the problems of the galaxy. Enjoy your youth. Now come, let us get some rest before we arrive at the temple. I have a feeling that, before long, you will be asked to shoulder more than you should have to. Enjoy this time while you still have it."

He couldn't have known how true his words were.

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As the Wayward touched down in the Temple hangar, I rose from the co-pilot chair and stretched. I grabbed a satchel that contained a few of my belongings and then joined my Master in descending the boarding ramp. I was looking forward to finally getting to take a shower with actual water, as opposed to the sonic shower on the ship.

As we reached the bottom of the ramp, I took a look around the hangar. It wasn't that large, considering the size of the order. This was understandable, seeing as for the most part Jedi took public transportation, even off-world. There was several Delta-7's around, as well as a handful of larger freighters, like our own, but those were more for very remote area's or places that had active combat zones. Most of the bustle was from Temple support staff doing maintenance, but there were two or three Jedi that looked like they were getting ready to embark on a mission.

"How long do you think we will get to stay this time?" I asked my master as we neared the turbolifts.

"We've been gone for a while, Padawan, so hopefully it will be an extended stay. But with the tensions with the Separatists rising, I wouldn't get to comfortable."

I gave a grunt of acknowledgement. We'd been gone nearly 9 months, going from one mission to the next. We were told before the Fondor mission that once that business was taken care of we'd be returning to the Temple, and that was like a shot of stimcaf to the system. Don't get me wrong, I loved most of our missions. We tended to get a lot of detective and undercover work, and it was mostly pretty exciting. But you could only be gone from home for so long before you started to feel that yearning to be in a comfortable place again.

We finally got onto the turbolift and took it down to the living quarters level. As we got off the lift, Master Fisto turned to me.

"Take the next two days for yourself, Tyris. Meet me at my quarters the morning after that and we will discuss what our training schedule will be while we are back."

"Yes, Master," I replied, nodding my head and then turning to head in the direction of the Padawan dorms.

"Tyris."

I stopped, recognizing the tone and having a pretty good idea what his next words were going to be. I looked over my shoulder back at him.

"Hm?"

"I meant it when I said take the next two days off. Don't make me restrict you from the dojos."

I rolled my eyes, and turned back to continue my short walk to my quarters.

"Whatever you say, Master," I responded, throwing a wave over my shoulder.

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The walk to my quarters was a rather short one. One of the perks of being a senior Padawan, not to mention being apprenticed to a Council member, was your quarters being in close proximity to the lifts up to the hangar in case you needed to leave in a hurry on an important mission.

As I approached the door to my quarters, I was already imagining how great the hot water in the shower was going to feel. My next stop was going to be the refectory, and then I was going to sleep for at least 10 hours straight.

I keyed the door, then stepped through, getting ready to drop my satchel and already undoing my jacket, when I noticed something out of place in the room. My jaw almost hit the floor.

I don't remember ever having a full moon in my room…

A high pitched squeak interrupted my appreciation of the new décor.

"Tyris!"

I immediately received one of the most powerful Force shoves I've ever experienced, sending me flying back out into the hallway, flat on my back, before hearing the whoosh of the door to my room closing again.

I laid there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, feeling a bump forming on the back of my head where it had impacted with the unforgiving floor.

So worth it…

About half a minute later, I heard the door to my room open once more. I lifted my head to look at the person currently occupying the doorway. A very flustered and blushing Darra Thel-Tanis looked back at me.

Darra had changed in the last ten years. Standing at roughly 5'8", she was still significantly shorter than my nearly 6'7", but she had grown in other ways. She was athletically slender, and her auburn hair had grown down past her shoulders.

She's also a lot curvier than I gave her credit for…

"Not quite the welcome back I was expecting," I groaned as I began to lift myself back onto my feet.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, still beet red and clearly embarrassed.

I looked at her with a blank stare, before shifting my gaze and squinting my eyes at the number displayed on the wall next to the door.

"This is my dorm, DT." I said, shifting my gaze back to her. "What are you doing here?"

She averted her gaze and grabbed her arm in a bashful manner.

"Your dorm is closer to the dojos," She mumbled. "I just got done with an intense training session with Master Soara, and I was exhausted, so I didn't want to walk all the way back to my quarters…"

She was still avoiding my gaze.

I folded my arms, placing my weight on my back foot and gave her a knowing smile.

"And how often does this happen?" I asked.

"Well… I guess every now and then…" She muttered noncommittally.

"Darra," I said, drawing out the last syllable. "When was the last time you slept in your own quarters?"

She finally looked back up at with me with wide eyes, before returning her gaze to her feet.

"Um… Six days?"

I rolled my eyes before approaching her and placing a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at me, face still red.

"It's good to see you, DT. I've missed you." I squeezed her shoulder and gave her a warm smile. The color of her face started to return to a normal shade and she returned my smile. "Now, why don't we go into my room, so I can make use of my shower, and then you can tell me what you've been up to since we last spoke?"

She grabbed the arm I had on her shoulder and squeezed it back, giving me a smile and a nod, before turning around and walking back into my room.

I stood there a moment, realizing how happy I was to see a friendly face that didn't consist of green skin and pupil-less eyes, watching as she walked away from me. Eventually, my eyes began to wonder south.

Darra turned around when she realized I wasn't following her, and when she noticed where my eye line was, her face immediately resumed its scarlet hue from earlier.

"What?!" She snapped.

I forced myself to tear my gaze up to her eyes, before I began to make my way into the room.

"Just surprised that was hiding under those robes."

I'm sure the resulting smack was heard all over the temple.

About twenty minutes later, I was showered, Darra was calmed down, and we were in the living area swapping stories about what we'd been doing over the last couple of months since we'd spoken. I was currently talking about how Master Fisto and I had saved Teckla from the mercenaries.

"She really fainted?" Darra asked, clearly incredulous.

"You're surprised? She's the daughter of an incredibly wealthy man. She's used to lavishness and privilege. The situation probably traumatized her and she was overwhelmed. The women outside this temple aren't built as stern as you, DT."

Darra gave me a flat look. "You really think that's why she fainted?"

"What else would it have been?"

I knew exactly what else it would have been.

This isn't like one of those stories where the guy is completely clueless. I wasn't oblivious to the kind of image I most likely cut in that situation. I knew I was relatively good looking, and add that to my frame, I was aware that I could have an effect like that.

A lot of the time, heroes in stories are described as being built like swimmers, having lithe forms built for speed and agility.

That is not how I was built.

I filled out my tall frame. I was wide at the shoulders, had well-muscled arms, a large chest and powerful legs. Lebron James would be jealous.

The Force was like a cheat code, it made building muscle mass almost trivial. I was built like a tank. And since I had the Force, I was a tank that could move like a feline predator.

"That innocence might be a little cute if I thought it was actually sincere," Darra said with an eye roll.

"You think I'm cute?"

"So not the point, Tyris."

"You still haven't denied it."

She threw hands up and walked away to look out the window.

Before I could make another snarky remark about how she was avoiding giving an answer, a sharp beep sounded from the satchel that I had placed on a counter in the kitchenette. Giving one last look at Darra, I walked over and fished my comlink out of the bag.

"Kelborn," I answered.

"Padawan, meet me at the turbolifts to the council chambers. We've been summoned."

I sighed. My two days off hadn't even lasted an hour.

"Yes, Master," I said, and shut down the comlink.

I turned to tell Darra I was going to have to cut our reunion short, but the words died in my throat when I saw that she had turned to face me and was giving me an odd look.

"What?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"You're going to be leaving again."

I laughed. "You don't know that, we've been gone for a long time, the Council might just want a more in depth debrief about everything we've been doing."

She crossed her arms. "You just got back. If all they wanted was to hear about everything that had happened, they'd at least give you a day to rest. The fact that they are already wanting to see you means that something important is going on."

"Maybe there is, but there's no reason to guess when I can just go find out right now."

"You're missing the point, Ty. I'm almost two years older than you. I know we've been padawans around the same amount of time, but none of the other padawans my age spend nearly as much time away from the temple as you do, not to mention the padawans that are your age. And I'm not the only one who's noticed. Aayla's mentioned it also, and so have some of the others from our group. It's not normal. And I know you're capable and probably the best suited out of all of us besides Anakin to deal with that, but I'm worried that you are going to get burnt out. There are Knights who spend more time at the temple than you."

It was nice hearing that she worried about me, and that our friends had noticed my absence as well, but she did have a point. I had my own theories regarding how often I was gone, mostly revolving around the training Tac and I had done with Bondara so long ago, but Darra and the others wouldn't know about that.

"I hear you. It honestly has felt like I haven't had much time to catch my breath, but I promise I'm doing ok. Master Fisto would tell the council to go shove it if he thought it was starting to become too much for me. You'll be the first to hear about it if I need to talk to someone."

I walked up to her and pulled her into a hug. "It helps a lot knowing I've got someone like you to help me if I ever need it, though."

She hugged me back, the top of her head not quite reaching my chin. I broke the embrace, keeping my hands on her arms. "How about you go and get everyone together, and I'll meet you guys in the refectory after I'm done with the Council. It's been too long since we've all been together."

She nodded and then made her way to the door. She stopped before walking out and looked back at me over her shoulder.

"I know you're busy being Padawan Kelborn, Jedi Prodigy, but remember to give yourself time to just be Tyris every now and then."

With that, she keyed the door and walked out.

I sighed, running a hand down my face. The last ten years had been long, and the last five longer still. That was about the time that I started spending a majority of my time away from the temple. The nine months I'd been away on this last stint wasn't even the longest I'd been gone at one time. While I had been doing as much as I could to prepare for the events of the next two movies, the good thing about this span of time was that there wasn't anything actively happening that I needed to influence.

I shook myself out of the weird funk that had settled on me and walked over to my closet, pulling out a fresh robe. Time to go see what was so important that I couldn't even get one whole day off.

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Master Fisto was already waiting outside of the lifts when I arrived. He gave me a small nod before pressing the call button, then waved me through the door once it had arrived. We rode the lift in silence, both lost in thought about what this meeting could be about.

The lift arrived, and we stopped out into the antechamber. The padawan manning the door to the Council Chamber waved us through immediately, and we stepped in to a surprising scene.

The masters were arrayed around the room as usual, and just like in the original canon, there were only two differences to the members who were active during the Invasion of Naboo. The first, Shaak Ti, who had replaced Master Yaddle.

The second was were the changes became different from original canon. Roughly five years ago, Master Yarael Poof died protecting Coruscant from a relic that supposedly had the power to destroy the entire planet. In canon, Poof was replaced by Master Coleman Trebor, whom the council thought would be well suited to moderating negotiations between the Republic and the Separatist movement. However, that was not who had replaced Poof in this timeline.

"Master Fisto, Padawan Kelborn, it is good to see you well, thank you for coming on such short notice," said Qui-Gon Jinn, now a lifetime member of the Jedi Council. Rather than having a Council Chair like the rest of the members, Qui-Gon had a space designated for him, seeing as he was a repulsor chair due to his injury he received from fighting Maul. This chair was different from the one he was using during his initial recovery period immediately after the battle. It honestly looked a lot like the one Professor X used in the old X-Men cartoon.

However, I'd had years to get used to seeing Qui-Gon on the council. This was not what made the scene so surprising.

Master Fisto and I continued to the center of the room, where we joined another Jedi that must have already been addressing the Council when we entered.

"Obi-Wan?" I asked, thrown for a loop. I heard Master Rancisis sigh, most likely in response to the 'disrespectful' way I had addressed Obi-wan, who was a Jedi Knight. I fought to refrain from rolling my eyes.

"Tyris," He nodded at me, before looking at my Master and bowing. "Master Fisto."

"Master Kenobi," Master Fisto responded, before turning to address the Council. "Masters, Padawan Kelborn and I got here as soon as we could. What seems to be the problem?"

Master Windu took the lead on the briefing. "A couple of days ago, an attempt was made on the life of Senator Amidala." I felt the cool rush of adrenaline hitting my blood stream. "A body double and several security personnel were killed in the attempt, but the senator survived. With the threat of a second threat looming, the Council felt it prudent to assign Jedi protection. Given their history, Knight Kenobi and Padawan Skywalker were assigned to her security detail. Kenobi can fill you in on the rest," Windu said, with a nod to Obi-Wan.

"Thank you, Master," Obi-Wan replied, turning to us. "Early this morning, there was a second attempt. A probe droid released two kouhuns into the senator's room through an exterior window. My padawan managed to eliminate them, and we were able to follow the droid back to its owner, a Clawdite assassin who we were able to identify as Zam Wessel. However, before we were able to bring her in for questioning, she was killed by someone else." Obi-Wan paused and looked at me. "Someone that appeared to be wearing mandalorian armor."

I felt every set of eyes in the chamber land on me, except my Master's, who apparently decided it was best to move the briefing along.

"Was this a personal vendetta?" He asked, addressing the council.

"It's the belief of this Council that the assassin was hired, and the second individual was there to ensure the identity of the employer was not discovered," Windu said.

Close, I thought, but not quite correct.

"Hired by whom?" Master Fisto asked.

Master Yoda finally spoke up. "Suspect the Separatists, we do."

I snorted.

Apparently I didn't do it very quietly.

Once again, almost every set of eyes landed on me. Once again, my master's did not, as he let out an explosive sigh and looked up at the ceiling.

I took in the council for a moment. Master Rancisis looked positively scandalized, I definitely heard Master Koth face palm somewhere behind me, and if the vein on Master Windu's forehead got any bigger, it would need its own seat on the council.

"Believe differently, you do, Padawan?" Master Yoda asked, a tinge of amusement coloring his voice.

They technically weren't wrong, insofar as it was Dooku and Sidious who wanted Padme dead. But if you really looked at it, and didn't have my foreknowledge, it honestly didn't make sense for the Separatists to be the main suspects. I wanted the Council to start paying attention to the strangeness of all this, so it was a calculated, strategic interruption.

A strategic snort.

"Why was Senator Amidala on Coruscant?" I asked, looking to Obi-Wan.

"She came to oppose a bill that would allow the Republic to create a standing military," Obi-Wan replied, looking a little put on the spot.

I quirked an eyebrow, looking back at Master Yoda. "Forgive me if I'm wrong, but if I'm part of a movement trying to break away from a perceived corrupt government, the last thing I want to do is kill a senator that is attempting to prevent said government from mobilizing an organized army."

A stunned silence fell over the chamber, followed by the murmur of several different conversations starting at once. Through all of it, Master Yoda kept his gaze fixed on me, before giving me small smile and nod of acknowledgement. I felt a hand land on my shoulder, and turned to look at my master, who was smiling at me with a mix of pride and exasperation.

Eventually, Master Yoda tapped his walking stick once on the floor, and the conversations came to a screeching halt. He looked over to Master Windu and gave him a nod.

Master Windu looked back at me, also giving a slight nod. "Your point has been made, Padawan, and the Council will think on what you said. However, the matter still remains that attempts have been made on a senator's life. To that end, Knight Kenobi has begun an investigation into who the second figure was, while Skywalker will remain as Senator Amidala's bodyguard while she travel's back to Naboo. Master Fisto, given your proclivity to running investigations, the council would like you to also investigate this matter. While Kenobi looks for the second individual, we'd like you to look into the Separatist movement itself and see if these attacks are perhaps the start of something larger. Kelborn, while Skywalker will be the personal bodyguard for the senator, you are to assist with her overall security. Coordinate with Captain Typho."

When Master Windu began describing my assignment, I felt my Master become tense. Once Windu finished, Master Fisto stepped forward.

"Master Windu, I must insist – "

Windu raised a hand, interrupting Master Fisto. "We are not unaware that a lot has been asked of your Padawan, Master Fisto," Windu stated, then turned to me. "You will have the next day or so to rest, Kelborn. Details of your assignment will be sent to your datapad."

I nodded, and Master Fisto stepped back next to me, but I could tell he was still unhappy.

"If there's nothing else, this meeting is adjourned," Windu said.

Obi-Wan, Master Fisto, and I bowed to the Council.

"May the Force be with us all," Master Yoda said, tapping his walking stick once again.

The walk back to the lifts and the lift ride itself went by in a haze. I vaguely heard Master Fisto discussing things with Obi-Wan, and then telling me that he would see me off when the time came. Before I knew it, I had walked back to my quarters and was standing outside the door.

The last major event, all I could do was pass information along and hope that others would know what to do with it. This time around, I would be taking a much more active role in how things played it. Hell, I was going with Anakin. That's as involved as it gets.

Wait… I'm gonna be with Anakin. Which means…

In a moment of clarity, I knew exactly what my next major move needed to be. I spun around from my door and began walking. My friends were going to have to wait a little longer.

Communications in the galaxy far, far away acted slightly different than what the movies implied. Sending messages across light-years of space was no small matter, but opening an instantaneous line of communication across that same distance involved some kind of insane science that I could not wrap my head around. It was also immensely expensive. The only places that could afford the set up required were usually planet governments. Luckily, the Jedi Order fit under that umbrella, and had several units in the Temple that were capable of this type of communication. One of these units was my destination.

I arrived and keyed in the code for the door. Now, normally, Padawans would not have access to these units. Even Knights had to petition for one-time-use codes in order to use them. Only full-fledged Masters were given personal codes, with the expectation that the privilege would not be abused.

Lucky for me, I'd seen my Master use this enough times that I knew his code by heart.

My one problem was that I didn't know the comm address of the individual I needed to get ahold of. However, standard operating procedure after a Jedi had completed a mission was a follow-up a couple days later to see if anything had changed, and once a connection was made with a comm address, it was saved in the Temple's system under a label, just like you would save someone's number in a cell phone. All I had to do was look up the name the address was saved under and start a link.

I quickly found the label I was looking for and started the handshake protocols to establish a connection.

A few seconds later, the full-bodied hologram of Odon Ichem was being projected before me.

"Tyris!" He exclaimed, a wide smile plastered on his face. "This is a pleasant surprise; I didn't expect to hear from anyone from the Order after the follow up call. It's good to see you!"

"And you as well, Mr. Ichem," I responded, giving him a bow.

"Oh stop with the formalities, you've done far too much for me to have us stand on decorum," he said, dismissing my bow with a wave. "Speaking of which, Teckla has been going on about you constantly, I'm sure she'd love to come say hi to you!"

Oh shit.

"I'm flattered, sir, truly," I said, raising both hands and waving them back and forth, "But this isn't a social call unfortunately."

Immediately, the overly friendly persona subsided, and it became very clear that while Ichem was polite and charming, he was still a shrewd and cutthroat businessman.

"Of course. What can I do for you, Tyris?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"It's a bit of a tall ask, sir, and is going to cost you a pretty penny."

"You saved my daughter, Tyris, and then denied any payment that I tried to give you or the Order. I'm happy to help, and, more than that, I hate unpaid debts. Tell me what you need."

"Well, to start, I need you to start recording this call from your end..."

AN: Had to stop the chapter before the reunion with Tyris's friends as the chapter was getting quite long. I want to spend some time on his interaction with his peers, and I don't want to try and squeeze it in at the end of a chapter.

Sorry for the absence. Don't have much of an excuse other than some writers block and getting sidetracked with other things.

I do read every review, however, and there were some things I wanted to address. First, as I said at the beginning of the fic, this is my first attempt at writing. Like, ever. I have a very general idea of how I want the plot to go, with a few overarching ideas that I want to use. Everything else is made up on the spot, as I'm typing. And I'm not going to change that. It would probably make the story a little more coherent, but this isn't something that I'm going to be dedicating time to every day, or even every week. When I get the itch, I sit down and write until it's been scratched, after which I might walk away for days or weeks.

Second, lots of people were concerned about everything that happened during the time skip.

The important parts will be addressed. I did it this way so that I could continue forwarding the main plot while still having the option of utilizing flashbacks to fill in the gaps.

I also had someone say that a Mandalorian would never train as a Jedi, and I'd agree with them. But Tyris was literally a toddler when the Jedi found him, and his father was absent a majority of that time. He never learned anything about the culture.

One last thing. I can already hear the Star Wars snobs raging about how Qui-Gon was a maverick and would have never joined the Council. Qui-Gon's issue with the Council was the rigidness of its members. The Qui-Gon in my fic decided that since he wasn't going to be taking missions anymore, the best way to make a change was to try and do it from the top.

Once again, for those of you who are enjoying the fic and leaving reviews, your words are literally like cocaine to me. I can't get enough of them. So thank you so much, it means a lot.

-Teee-Jay