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

(Oh yeah. Thanks Majora...and thanks Mah for killing her! 😄 )

Fight is winding down now, Julie!

Ush, can I send a message via comlink to the Prefect to have Ascar's vehicle intercepted ?

By the time they got around to sending a car up he would be long gone.

"Let him go, Xeth," Kellan told him. "There's no way to catch him right now."

!!!!!!!!!!!

Even as she spoke the words, Kellan's frustration rose up to challenge her. Ascar may be the last connection you have to tracing Kuylen.....

She spun to face Xeth. "Dammit, we're not letting him go !" she motioned her companions toward the closest aircar. "Xeth, mah, come on !" Kellan then turned back to Grevor. "I have to go after him. Are you and Marcus coming ?"

"I promised to let no harm come to you master gundark ofcourse I am coming, let's go!":I reply

Mah ran over to the aircar and jumped in

Hey, pod boy! Looks like you are driving!

Scovione will come with you as well. Any other takers?

"I guess we are all going for a little ride through the city..." Xeth says as he hops in the car. "Peddle to the metal, Mah!"

ok, we're driving then?

You shoout out of the garage.

Outside is chaos- there has been a huge battle out here. Several wrecked police speeders lay around, though the two remaining Miramar vehicles are destroyed as well. There are dead bodies all around. Gundark, you are not only filled with grief at the loss, but you cannot imagine what the Council will make of this- remembering they thought any attempt to chase Kulyen would only bring destruction, rather than prevent it.

Right now, the police are firing at a fleeing ship. The Dark Siders are escaping. It is already in the upper atmosphere.

Ascar's car is a speck in the distance, but your Jedi senses allow you to keep track of it. He is cutting across traffic lanes and heading towards the industrial area.

"let's get him!"

"Stay on him, mah," Kellan instructed, her eyes never straying from the wavering blip in the distance ahead. Unknowingly, she had her fists tightly clenched, adding to the painful throb in her wrist. She relaxed her hands; willing herself to a calm center. The Force ebbed around her like waves on the sea; mah's dutiful concentration at the controls, Xeth's usual anticipation of action and Marcus's steady patience, yet all were tempered by some battle fatigue. Kellan glanced sideways at Grevor. "We can catch Ascar, I can feel it. Its only a matter of time."

Mah uses his Jedi senses to reach out and feel where Ascar is going, and follows after him towards the industrial area.

You are gaining on him.

Kellan, Grevor is getting the information through from Corelay about the lightsabre you took.

It is registered as belonging to a Jedi Padawan named Mal Sannan.

Kellan turned from the viewport to face Grevor. "Ascar told us he acquired the sabre from the family of a dead Jedi Master," she explained. "But Corelay says it belongs to a Padawan ? This makes no sense."

"Mal Sannan..." says Grevor. "That's a name I have not heard for a long time... you may remember him, Kellan. He was in my year at the temple, a few years above you. He dropped out when he was 13."

Of course! You DO remember! It was a bit of a thing at the time. Mal was a very talented pupil- they said his midi-chlirian count was almost as high as Master Yoda's! But he was dreadful in the temple. Not flawed morally, but moody, inattentive, ill-disciplined. He never reacted well to authority. He abandoned his Jedi studies at 13 and left the Temple, forever barred from learning the Jedi ways due to the danger of such unsupervised knowledge.

"But that was all 50 years ago," says Grevor. "If Mal is still alive he would be in his 60s by now."

"Yes, I remember him now....when he left the Temple. It was a difficult time," Kellan answered. "So how does Ascar come to be in possession of Sannan's lightsabre ?"