Gundark stepped forward to extend her hand toward the woman who had entered. "Master Gallia, it is an honor to make your acquaintance. Our mission to Jaglon Beta found us in the midst of a brutal power struggle with treachery amongst the key players." She motioned Gallia to a chair and sat down herself. "The pirates failed in their attempt to eliminate the Dark Jedi. But whatever information they've obtained from the Sith archives will undoubtedly increase their power in some form. As you know, these powers will be unpredicatable. We must be prepared for any possibility."
"I rather think I know my own limits and the perils of the task ahead of me," says Kiel. "But what makes you think it will be so hard? Yerssot is not being held in a prison. The Dark Jedi have no friends they can callmupon for help. I imagine it will be hard enough for them to hold onto him even as it is, let alone if a rescue attempt is mounted.
"What you had learned from Qui Gon...his knowledge of the Living Force in addition to your adeptness with Mind Tricks I feel would be tremendous assets to our cause," Gundark told her. She sighed, clasping her hands together. "And then there's Kuylen. It took every resource I possessed to survive the encounter. His power with the Dark Side is like none I have ever experienced."
Very late that night, Gundark awoke with a start. "Kellan, go on....take my ship...go, get out of here..." She looked around, confused. It was Morpheus' voice echoing in her ear. She climbed out of bed, pulled on her robe and went out to the small balcony off her quarters. The night skies of Coruscant were flooded with light from the great artificial beast that grew out of the entire surface of the planet itself. The skynet seemed even busier at night, blinking lights of every color hurrying, always hurrying to be somewhere. The sight of leaving Morpheus behind on Jaglon Beta overtook her vision. Her group had escaped, but Morpheus death had been in vain. They had failed to stop the Dark Jedi, SHE had failed to stop the Dark Jedi. She fell to her knees, sobbing, her fingers digging into the balcony's permacrete railing like talons. She let her emotions wash themselves out as her eyes washed themselves of tears. She grieved for Morpheus as she had grieved for Qui Gon, alone, in the dark, where no one could see her, where no one could sense her pain.
Gundark was up before the dawn, getting dressed and pulling together the rest of her field kit. She picked up her lightsabre, feeling its reassuring weight as it molded to her hand. She then headed for the transport platform to meet the rest of the group.
As she waited for her fellow Jedi, she tried to extinguish her feelings of revenge. You won't get away this time, Kuylen.....or you, Quam.... Damn ! This was no good. She took a deep breath, calming her emotions.
Ok, folks, time for you to go!
As a diplomatic ship you have priority status from traffic control, and you fly easily through the crowded Coruscant space lanes and soon launch into hyperspace.
The Damagran Confederacy is a fair way out so they journey will take some time; any more conversations or preperations you want to make can be done here.
You can always monitor the news from Damagran. The current news is that Confederate troops are still holed up in the captured Republican city of K'rra Chi. Faylar is rumoured to be polanning a nerw offensive to crush all opposition but it is unclear where his reinforcements will come from
Lance waits for the conformation of being safley in hyperspace before unstrapping himself from his crash webbing. He walks up behind Master Gundark and waits for her to notice him before he speaks.
"Master? Wait are we to do first? Should we go straight to the dark presences that we are sure to feel there?"