Ok then people. That's that then- goodbye to Dordellus!
"Well, good luck, Roan," says the Pilot. "Uh... good luck to ALL of you, I guess, whatever it is you are up to. I'll let the Council know what happened out here.
"You SHOULD be able to make the journey. You might all have to cram into ONE ship though, and abdandon all the others on the way. I can;t guarantee anything about you getting back.
"May the Force be with you, I guess..."
I assme Xeth's ship will be the one you keep hold of!
One last decision- Balek's ship. It is parked near yours. Do you leave it be, or destroy it?
"Indeed, Master Gundark, I hope not..." Xeth says. He shuddered as he figured out what the button was for. Could it have any effects on his emotions? He did not know. All he knew is that it was time to leave the place. He grabbed as much of the lightsaber repair stuff as he could from the room J, and any spare parts for his ship.
And I would like my ship to stay around of course! 🙂
"Time to get Balek off of our trail." Xeth puts the stuff in his ship and hunts down any tracking devices. He plucks it off. He then goes into Balek's ship and puts a few grenades on the controls in the cockpit.
"May the Force be with you as well, pilot," Xeth tells the pilot. "And thank you for your aid. Tell the Jedi Council of our finds here, and ask them if they tried to contact us earlier, just in case. Not like it matters, we're outside everyone's communication here, I suppose..." Xeth gets on his ship.
"Everyone ready?"
Ok, guys, you are out of here!
Your fat, linked, fuel-laden ships wobble uncertainly into the atmosphere. The pale blue Dordellan skies give way to the black of space once more.
For a moment, you hesitate. There is no turning back now- once you start out, your fuel load is so precisely calculated that it is 'Mausoleum or bust'.
But Gundark, you are firm in your resolve. From the first vision you had about Avalar, that seems so long ago now, the Force has been drawing you inexoracably, to this place you are going.
The stars streak, and your linked ships zip into hyperspace.
Now, this may be your last chance. So, is there anything that any of you do not understand about where you are going, and what your mission is?
U9 says- for the hundredth time- that the ship is beyond the recommended weight and encumberance threshold. For the hundredth time, you have tot ell him to shut up about it.
Other than that, all systems are secure. The drive is operating fine. You guys are all healed, your sabres easily fixable on the journey now you have the parts.
Next stop, the Mausoleum...
"Well, usually when lightsabers are destroyed by others, the destroyer doesn't exactly go for the crystal, just the handle," Xeth says, turning in his seat. "If you need any help, U9 or I would be glad to."
"And U9, I don't care about the overweightness, for the hundredth time. It's the modifications and the people, isn't it?"
Kellan smiled slightly at Xeth's constant banter with his droid companion. She sat across from Marcus, studied the face of her fellow Master. "We approach the xenith of our mission, Master Marcus," she began. "Once again I must impress upon you the monumental dangers we face. Neither Kuylen nor his followers are to be underestimated. I have dueled the man twice now, and the second time found his sabre at my throat." She paused and weighted her words with intensity. "He was distracted at the last moment with a change in the situation. The moment passed. History moved forward. It was my destiny that I would survive. Only my faith in the Force assures me of that." Kellan looked around at the entire group. "And that, aside of your individual skills, is what you must take with you when we reach our destination. Only your knowledge and your unquestionable belief in the Good Side will help you to survive whatever we are to confront. But make no mistake; I will see this mission to its fruition. And I expect nothing less of you all."