Yerssot, something is bothering you...
Oh yes! The comms jamming!
You;re not even sure that the other Jdi know about it. But if any of you guys want to call any other place- for example, the Jedi- you cant. All out-system comms are down and it's a long hyperspace detour to anywhere else.
If you can blow the jamming satellite- probably not hard- you can call wherever you want, at last.
Gundark sighed. This isn't something she wanted to take time to do. "Hold off on that jump yerssot," she told him and turned to Lance. "Lance, do you have a fix on that communications satellite ?" They were temporarily at a safe distance from the blockade; she hated to have to turn them back, but lack of subspace comms in hyperspace would do them no good.
Her leg began to bother her again; she was beyond exhausted and knew her companions were no better. If she would have had to face Kuylen again at this very moment he would crush her with a minimum of effort. She tore herself away from her thoughts and back to the moment. She addressed Lance again. "Can we take it out with a couple of torpedoes ?"
(Answer is, as provided by anyone... yess, very easily. The pirates have neglected to defend it)
A large explosion comes from the pirate cruiser. It;s not destroyed but it is not at all well.
The Dark Jedi slip by the shattered purate forces, and enter hyperspace as soon as they are out of the gravity well.
"I believe, I will qualify as well, master Gundark...
Here it goes! Protons right released, target 2 mark 10, 2 clicks and counting, and then up to hyperspace friend Lance"
He shot two proton torpedoes to the comm sat.
They exploded leaving only dust behind.
"Comms are now open again, I think"
Yerssot shaked his head quickly, hoping no-one would notice it...
He closed his eyes, concentrating on staying awake, he felt weak.
Only a few minutes more, then we can leave this party
"Master Gundark, I'm not sure where we are going to,
I'll make the jump so we are save from the attackers"
He pushed a few buttons...
"Starting up the hyperspace-sequence"
A voice told them...
"5...4...3...2...1... jump!"
At that moment, Yerssot pushed a button,
The white stars became lines, the lines became nothing, they were black: they entered hyperspace
The young knight stood up, smiled at Lance and Gundark.
"I told you I'm not a great pilot" he winked.
"Thanks to the Force, we were saved"
At that moment he grabed a post, otherwhise he fell down...
Ok, I've talked with yerss, and we have decided that yoiu guys hopped a short distance away (that is to say, probably about half a million miles) to get clear of the pirates.
In which case, you guys are now clear and safe in the middle of nowhere. It will take you a few minutws to work out where you are (which is essntial for working out co-ords for where you want to GO), so this is a good time for rest, recuperation and discussion.
(Sorry again, I thought I already said that it was a short one)
The young knight was glad they could relax now.
He looked at master Gundark, she nodded, then looked to the bacta-room.
Yerssot was glad he could use it now, the wound was killing him.
Before he entered the tank, he taped his right hand, that way a little scar wouldn't disappear.
This is for you, master Morpheus
The bacta was refreshing, the pain was away.
When he left the room, he saw his friend Lance.
"Friend Lance, with your permission, I would like you to join the Concordance of Fealty..."
Yerssot started.
"Our hearts are free from anger, our cause, we know is just, we kill not for joy or hatred, we fight because we must.
The light side is one, indivisible, we work together as one, we need to be one with the lightsabre.
There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is is no death, there is only the Force.
This lightsabre is a product of my own hands, wich I entruste to you and by doing so, promise my friendship and benevolance, until the hour when one or both of us becomes one with the Force.
By sharing these weapons, we will show our mutual trust.
Friend Lance, will you show me your trust by exchanging our lightsabres?"
Yerssot kneeled, he looked up to Lance
Meanwhile, Gundy, you've been taking time to think.
Kuylen, Kuylen... what the heck is going on there? And why do you remember his name?
And then suddenly, it all kicks into place. You remember where you definitvely heard the name Kuylen; not when he was handing you some book.
You attended his funeral.
You remember ALL the Masters on Coruscant attending Kuylen's funeral. He's been close to being made a Master himself when... when...
You can't remember. You didn't know him well enough to put it all to memory. But they will know, back on Coruscant. You must contact them immediately! Of course, informing the Temple of a Fallen Knight is always important business.
Though the other thing you remember... is a very unhappy Knight at the funeral. Kuylen's apprentice. He'd only just become a Knight.
His name was Argentis. He was talking to you just before you left the Temple.
Back to Yerssot kneeling in front of Lance.
"Yes my friend. We shall exchange these lightsabres the symbol of ourselves, we spent much time building and learning the weapons with which we use to defend the galaxy. Mine is now yours and yours is now mine." Lance tells his friend and fellow Jedi Knight.
The two then handed of hilts first to the other person. They then took a short amount of time to get accoustomed to the wieght and lenght of the 'sabres that they now possess.
"Master Gundark, what are we going to do? If we leave now it would just be like an Ewok hiding in his tree house whenever a leaf falls in the forest. That is not the Jedi way. We have to defeat the enemy if we want the galaxy cleansed of evil." Lance said. "Plus we need to contact Coruscant and talk to the Jedi Council, they should point us in the right direction. But for right now, I believe it is best to rest and heal our wounds. Now would be a good time for me to go and enter a healing trance. If you need me I will be in my bunk."
Gundark had already made her decision about contacting the Council, but let the young Jedi speak their minds anyway. "I understand what you're saying Lance," she told him. "I'll let you know what's going on after I've talked to Master Windu."
Kuylen.....Argentis..... She rolled the names around in her head, trying to recall the circumstances regarding Kuylen's death. Using a clear subspace frequency, she reached the communications center on Coruscant and patiently waited for the operator to forward her to Windu.