USH'S GAME EPISODE III- 'ARTIFACT'. Light Side Area

"It would have had little to do with me," says Teshan. "Kuylen trained hard with Master Jedi and saw any number of combat missions.

"Tragic though it is, I still do not understand the connection with this place! Nor as to why Kuylen would be on this planet at all; it is no place for a Fallen Jedi."

"The Supreme Chancellor indicated that perhaps Kuylen may be the apprentice of Qui Gon's attacker, who, as you know, was destroyed by Obi-Wan Kenobi."

Teshan thinks.

"Well, if any Jedi outside the Council could beat Master Qui-Gon, it would be Kuylen. But I am afraid I still don't see the link with Malastare or this place!"

"We are here solely on the information supplied by Chancellor Palpatine's sources," Gundark explained.

"Errr... actually HERE, at this dojo?" asks Teshan.

"No, here, as in on Malastare."

"Um, I still don't understand," says Teshan. "What brings you HERE, then?"

"This murder occurred right outside the back door of your facility, Teshan. We just happened to start our investigation here."

"The murder out side the dojo and our mission seem to coincide, the practice sword your student was using was sliced in half by a lightsaber according to the markings. We believe it is one of our Dark Jedi that may have done it." Lance said.

Teshan's eyes widen "A LIGHTSABRE was used? Well, now I see..." For a moment, Teshan seems close to having a heart attack. He scrambles over to the safe and engages in a complex set of manoeuvres to open it.

"No, no, it's ok..." he says. "For a moment I thought I had a far more simple explanation for you..." Inside the safe is a lightsabre. "A personal gift from Master Yoda," he explains. "I am one of the few non-Jedi in the Galaxy who can actually use one! Nowhere near as well as any of you, of course, but one thing you Jedi can never appreciate is just how dangerous these weapons are to yourself without your superior reflexes and instincts. More likely to cut your own arm off than hurt your opponent!"

"For a moment I thought it may have been stolen but everything is untouched."

Teshan thinks again.

"So, you have information they are here and this student of mine is struck down by a sabre... I see your point, though it makes no sense to me. Is it just Kuylen you are after, or are there others? Presumably you think he or they have some interest here?"

"We know for sure that there are others, but mainly we are after Kuylen, I'm sure that with his fall the others will follow. Then again I've never been one for visions."

"Yes, others too... it would be like Kuylen to form some sort of power structure." It seems Teshan is pondering whether to tell you guys something.

Gundark felt Teshan's hesitation. "Anything you can tell us about Kuylen will be helpful, Teshan. Anything."

"Well..." says Teshan. "I don't think it has anything to do with Kuylen... in fact," he says, with a slight laugh, "I don't think it has much to do with anything at all... and I hate to sound like a racist! Picking on the aliens, and everything..."

Gundark smiled at him. "By all means, enlighten us."

"Well... I had two new pupils join a few months back; almost half a year. They were Mogarians- have you ever seen a Mogarian?" (None of you have)

"Well, they come from the 'airless' world of Mogar... there IS air there, of course, but no oxygen. Oxygen is fatal to them; even contact with it is caustic to them. So they rarely visit any other Republican world. But when they do, they were these sleek all-over body suits, covering every inch of them. They have a completely seperate respiration system in them, and even talk through voice synthisers," Teshan taps his chest "built into the chest of the suits. They can't talk unless they turn them on, and then it comes out in translated computer-speak.

"In case you are wandering of the relevance of this... well, two things occur to me. First of all... they were odd students. They didn't talk much, though I doubt Mogarians do. They knew some swordfighting technique already, though it was rough and undisiciplined. But they were fast. I mean FAST- very fast! I got the impression they were holding back how fast they were, in case I got embarrassed and angry and would not teach them. But now you tell me of this... well... it is possible they were trying to hide Jedi-type reflexes... they could be Jedi-fast.

"And the other thing... well, Mogarians are humanoid. You never see any of them inside their suit. If any one of YOU put on one of their suits, everyone would think you a Mogarian! Just it could be ANYONE in those suits, you see!

"But as I say, I do not want to sound racist... and as a disguise, it has its drawbacks- we are suspicious already!"

Gundark nearly jumped out of her skin. "Teshan, these Mogarians....your students. Do you know if they're still here on Malastare ?"

"Why, yes," he says. "One of them was here only earlier today."

"Could we meet this Mogarian?"

"He's not here right now, I am afraid," says Teshan, "and I have no idea where they live.

"The more I think about it, the odder it seems... Mogarians are pacifists, you see? No violent urge at all. I assumed they were just learning out of a kind of academic interest... but they had the instinct for good fighting."