Ask Pre-NuTL: A Spark of Rebellion - Tribute to the Fallen

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    Brazen Electrical Engineering & Repair (BEER)
    Corellia Sector
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    The whirring of the spanner echoed through the workshop just above the nightlife sounds and crowded airspeeder routes typical of Nar Shaddaa. The reddish-pink skin of the twi’lek glistened with sweat and grime as he laid on the naked durasteel floor, pressing his back underneath the damaged speeder. The spanner went silent and he laid the tool carefully into his toolkit beside him. Vu’thari gently took off the electrical panel cover near the rear of the vehicle, placing it within his grasp. Reaching up to the interface visor he was wearing, Vu’thari adjusted the settings of the optics so he could better analyze the exposed circuit board. A heavy sigh followed after a minute of observation. Mumbling to himself, he vented at the owner of the speeder (who was not there), “Maintain your electrical systems, moron…”

    Vu’thari knew the particular repulsor control circuit board in this vintage landspeeder could not be replaced—he would have to build a new circuit board for the speeder control systems. While this fetched a profitable credit haul for the engineer, the labor to be done was hours of tedious, long work…

    Rotating his interface visor up away from his face, the twi’lek’s brilliant green orbs stared out at the night air of Nar Shaddaa from underneath the speeder. The constant activity and glimmering lights had a soothing effect on Vu’thari, but it did not keep his attention long. Rolling from underneath the landspeeder he was tending to, the twi’lek deftly came to his feet and stretched his aching joints from the hours he had been working on the vehicle. Padding over next to the open-air garage, he peered out into the dangerous city that had been his home for over 5 years. With the garage door open, one look down revealed how high up his shop was—high enough that he could not lay eyes on the bottom. Subsequently, his engineering firm on this highrise in the Corellia Sector had also been his home for most of those 5 years. Reaching over he grabbed a tall glass of water and drink nearly half of the contents in a few large gulps. Looking over his shoulder, he could hear his “business partner” banging away at a small atmospheric starship’s panel, trying to flatten the damaged hull back in place. Oddly enough, his business partner was a Mandalorian, which brought a smile to his face. Although his business partner didn’t know he was once a Jedi, the two worked together to avoid any imperial entanglements. Nar Shaddaa was still under Imperial Hutta control…but “control” was a loose word in the heart of the galactic underworld. In truth, Vu’thari imagined he was far safer here than on any non-Sith occupied planets.

    His thoughts drifted to his time training as a Jedi Knight with his grandfather in secret for those many years of his past, but these thoughts also drudged up memories of his family before—his wife, his son, and his infant son…his emerald eyes began to well up with wetness. Quickly shoving those sorrowful thoughts away, he looked over to his datapad sitting on the workbench and began typing in notes on the landspeeder and reworking the quote for the parts and labor. Grabbing his water to finish it off before he lost himself in his work once again, a sense of sudden dread and loss washed over him like a typhoon. The glass of water slipped from his hand and crashed to the deck, shattering into a hundred pieces. Oblivious to the glass damage, Vu’thari fell to his knees. His eyes were wide in sorrow, shock and pain. Shaking his head slightly, he stared straight ahead, seeming to look past the walls barring his vision. The Force had always flowed through the twi’lek with great strength, both to his benefit and to his detriment. On his hands and knees, he tried to recover from the powerful flow of the Force making him aware of events far from Hutt Space. To Vu’thari, he did not need confirmation, he knew why and what happened—Jedi Master Eli Reach was dead…

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    While Vu’thari knew there were a handful of Jedi left in the galaxy, Jedi Master Reach was the only one he had spent any time with since his grandfather was killed years ago. The human had visited Vu’thari a couple of times a year, desperately trying to get the twi’lek to join him in the fight against the Sith, reforming the Jedi Order…but Vu’thari had no hope for this effort and denied the Jedi Master time and time again. Now, as Vu’thari thought he would be at some point, Jedi Master Reach was dead. Regardless, the human was a friend and he enjoyed his visits with him—and now he was gone, killed by the Sith no doubt. Slowly, he picked himself up off the cold, durasteel deck, methodically picking the small shards of glass out of his now bloody hands. Frantically, he tried to brush the thoughts of his dead friend away—but it was no use…not without more effort on his part. Out of view of his business partner, who was far on the other side of the workshop, Vu’thari rounded the corner to his office and folded his knees under him, resting his hands on his thighs. Taking in a deep breath and closing his eyes, the Jedi Knight began to empty his thoughts in disciplined meditation. Vu’thari had always been particularly sensitive to the Force, at least according to his grandfather. When devastation, death or any other event of that sort occurred, it often impacted Vu’thari, even to the point of visions of something occurring star systems away.

    Slowly, the Jedi could feel the turmoil and sorrow subside somewhat. While the emotions were not gone, they were not amplified in his heart and mind as they were minutes ago. Just as the Jedi was opening his eyes and getting to his feet, Vu’thari’s chronometer started chiming. Looking down, the twi’lek saw that he received a message that popped up, glowing red on his display. It was a notification that was sent from his ship. From what he could glean from the encrypted message, it was sent to his ship, originating from the planet of Rishi. Recognizing the encryption type, Vu’thari quickly punched in a passcode. As the decryption disappeared, the twi’lek’s stomach sank as he realized it was from the late Jedi Master Reach.

    It was an automated message, sent no doubt as a contingency caused by the Jedi Master’s death. The message was succinct—it was a set of coordinates on the planet of Rishi. An exasperated sigh came from the Jedi Knight. Vu’thari wanted no part of the scattered Rebellion or non-existent Jedi Order—the effort was hopeless in his eyes. However, if Jedi Master Reach thought it was important enough to send a set of coordinates to him, then at the very least he owed it to his dead friend to respond…

    Staring at the wall for another couple of minutes, deciding if it was worth the risk, the Jedi Knight spun on his heels and went to a wall full of shelving, displays, wires and other useless trappings. With an intricate pattern of pressure placed on different parts of the wall, a portion of the shelving suddenly slid away and detached itself from the corner, revealing a seamless small cube of space with a few items in it. Passcards, credits, light brown robes, other apparel items, and finally a lightsaber were found resting in the hidden nook. Grabbing one of the passcards and the lightsaber, the twi’lek repeated the pattern, pressing the points of pressure on the wall. With virtually no sound, the shelving realigned with the portion of the wall replacing itself, obscuring the hidden space once again. Tucking away both items hidden away in his tunic, Vu’thari spent a few minutes closing up his shop. With that, the reclusive Jedi Knight walked out and headed to the spaceport…
     
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    Coratanni Town had blood in the history of its name, of its very being. People came to this island on Rishi to get away. Master Luy came here for that which he could not get out in the wilderness. Parts, a few select things like power converters or on occaision storage containers for the food he'd forage or hunt. But necessity and safetyhadhimstay as far away for as long as he could, then he'd pack up and head for the island that had been claimed by thishistoric smuggling haven. Punting a rudimentary riverboat along the straights from the mainland he docked by a jetty and headed into town.

    The hulking Feeorin created a bow wave before him. Not many wanted to deal with what was clearly some kind of wild savage. Least of all the gunrunners, priests and other vagabounds found on Rishi. His muscular bulk, his uniquearoma of soil and sweat, and his tattered garb repelled most, others he would meet with his gaze, half his brow raised to reveal an iris-less eye of amber. His tendrils rolled over his broad shoulders to create even more bulk to his scraping, eight foot silohuette. Once he was blocked by a Rishii and Zabrak fremale arguing. The Rishii merely repeating what was being screamed at them wouldmake this argument extremely long or incredibly short. Luy made it even shorter as he leaned his long punting pole between the two and uttered a few words. His voice seemed to be a purposely held back growl. "Excuse this weary traveller, but you are blocking the path." he moved, it was akin to the falling of a great tree. It was coming donw, and there was little debate. His bulk split them apart and he nodded to them both as he continued, sack over his shoulder. His first stop was to the Commerce Market. There he dropped the sack off at the leather merchant, to be rid of those pelts was one thing but the coin that was acquired was the true blessing.

    "Well, I thought you were dead, but I should know better after these years. You always come in, maybe late, maybe a little early but you always get here." He rolled his shoulders from his seated position and took up the offered drink. His meaty hands deftly lowered the cup to the table and he rubbed one of his facial tendrils.

    "Do you wish that I stopped, or were more frequent?" The elderly Human smiled, but befor a witty retort could be mustered a violent hiss shot forth from the lips of his guest. The Feeorin got to his feet and bowed to the elderly Human and picked up his pole, pay and finished the drink. "I must go." Once more before the elderly HUman could speak an utterance Luy headed out. In the street he looked around and saw no more an immediate danger than any on the streets of Cortanni Town. Moviing with as much pace as he dared, not wanting to harm anyone, he headed past a street tech-vendor and didn't even barter. His newly gotten gains were rapidly exchanged for a shorter than he'd like list of items and he took a new sack back with him to the river.

    Pushing off of the jetty he felt he could finally focus on that which had struck him so. Master Luy sat down upon his small raft and placed the poole across his lap for additional balance. The flow of the river had his vessel now anyway, and now the flow of the Force had his attention. Like inspecting a single thread in a tapestry, he found his own resonance within the Force. Peering along the connecting strands and forgetting the confines of the world he peered pass the planet for only a second. But such a glimpse revealed the absence, the one that had asked him for so much.

    It had not been the time. He knew that, he hoped that his old friend Eli had known. It would not matter now. Eli's struggle with this life had ended, he was one with the Force. Thus he became a scarcer rarity, and the knowledge within him and stored away here on Rishi would have to be shared at one point. Eli would now not see the Order's return, but the old Tutor would have to find students once more. But first he should check the Knowledge was safe.

    He returned to the here and now. Tentatively standing up, his weight shifting the raft somewhat, he began to punt toward the shore.

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    The Equinox
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    Streaks of light instantly dissipated as the Equinox came out of hyperspace in the Rishi System. Vu’thari quickly reviewed the landing procedures for Rishi—they were loose and unrestrictive, thankfully. The planet was dotted with small colonies, but no central government that enforced orbital entry. Of course, this is why the planet was appealing to Mandalorians (being along the Manda Merchant Route), pirates and others that wished to escape the notice of the Imperials. Setting course a mile away from the coordinates that he was sent from the late Jedi Master Reach, the Equinox rapidly made its way to the tropical planet of Rishi.





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    After finding an appropriate spot to land his ship and ensuring he was not detected by the nearby colonist stations, Vu'thari changed into some clothes more appropriate for outdoor mayhem. Getting his gear together, Vu’thari stuffed his many pockets and pouches with gear to sustain him for two days…just in case. His lightsaber, left to him by his grandfather, was resting in a hidden sleeve within his waist kama. An instant of concentration and the lightsaber would slide out from its obscured sleeve and into the twi’lek’s waiting hand…the Jedi hoped he would not have to use it. Looking around, Vu’thari got his bearings on within the wilderness and breathed in the beautiful rawness of the terrain. So much time had been spent in Nar Shaddaa, he had forgotten how soothing a place like this was on him. Breathing in nature’s air, he reached out with the Force, as if becoming one with the land itself.

    The Force is strong here…I sense something…remnants of something strong in the Force, not far from here…and something else…specifically, someone else…familiar, but unfamiliar…be calm, Vu’thari…let it flow…

    Opening his eyes, the Jedi Sage began to trot off towards the area he sensed. Knowing Jedi Master Reach, he would have given coordinates, but not the exact location of whatever it was he wanted Vu’thari to see—he would want us to depend on the Force to find it. His eyes surveyed the wilderness, depending more on the ebb and flow of the Force to guide him and detect what was around him—including the someone. The Rishi wilderness could be a dangerous place, so he had to be vigilant…
     
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    Making his way up the slowly flowing estuary, there was a sense of familiarity with this place, a world that was fully capable of reducing the strongest to the waste of the smallest. The Force flowed like the brackish waters, thick and with primordial intent. The life of all creatures within was a side show to the plants and the river. To punt along such majesty did the old Master a world of good. With his craft commiting to landfall, he gathered his sack and effects and took a deep breath of warm air that stank of vegitation.

    Luy began the hike through the bracken, a slow trudge with a wide gait that had him weave around tree and thick undergrowth. His punt pole no being used like a quaterstaff he would use it to bend back bouggh and branch. A sense of alertness struck him, like feeling a breath on his rear tendrils. He halted a few feet from an opnening glade. Over the way he saw a bi-ped moving, it was no creature of this wood. With a slight growl of alert anger he moved to place a solid tree between him and the visitor. Setting down his sack and 'staff' he delved into the confines of his apparell. If anyone could see him, as the outer layer was brushed aside there would be an approximation of multiple layered robes all of which died in a reddish-brown dye. He held the items in his hands, some cylinders of metal, screws, a few wires, a few compnents, a lense and a crystal.

    For those attuned to such, the was a low pulse within the flow of the Force. He could not help that, but with a few moments of focus, he had reassembled his weapon. Coming out from behind the tree, and stepping out into the glade the Feeroin grasped his weapon tightly. An extensionn of him, and so by extension an extension of the Force. He felt complete for the first time this year. "I know you are there, off-worlder, I suppose yuou are looking for me?" He did not want this person to find the Vault. He had helped Bridge move the knowledge. On his travels he often came back to Rishi and stayed for a year; he relished the reminder of yore. Of those lost, his students and his friends. But they had joined with the Force, and if this was his time, he would not shirk. But he would not lose his knowledge so easily. "Come out, to where I can see you." His voice adopted a stern, but neutral tone. He found it nostalgic, almost returning before a gathering of potential initiates.

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    To the twi’lek, the whole experience was refreshing, just being in the presence of nature in its truest form. He had not felt the Force flow through him so freely since his time on Ryloth. Nar Shaddaa had always felt a bit constricting, but he was used to it at this point. While cautious, he was making good progress toward the direction the Force was leading him, but the nearby presence of another gave him pause and he stopped in his tracks. Reaching out, he sensed another and his movement. Subconsciously, the lightsaber hidden in its pouch slid up on its own accord with the bottom of the hilt peeking out.

    From a short distance away, a figure in robes stepped from the trees--a Feeorin from the looks of it. His voice carried confidence, speaking as he emerged.

    ”I know you are there, off-worlder, I suppose you are looking for me?"

    Closing his eyes briefly and reaching out, the Jedi sensed no disturbance in the Force. Whoever this Feeorin was did not cause unease. Vu’thari supposed this was who he sensed and as a result, who he was looking for. Without moving, the twi’lek responded calmly, ”Yes, I guess I am…”

    This time, the Feeorin's voice carried a bit more command in its tone. Vu’thari could tell from inflection of his voice, the stranger was used to being listened to, but not in an intimidating way…

    ”Come out, to where I can see you.”

    It was at this point that the twi’lek realized he was still “hiding” in the tree copse. Obliging the request, the Jedi walked out from the trees into a clearing where he faced the Feeorin fully. His brilliant green orbs searched the creature in front of him and immediately spied the lightsaber in his hand. His mind quickly churned through the possibilities.

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    Sith? No. Jedi? Master Reach had spoken of a Feeorin, a gifted teacher of the Force. It could be him…maybe.

    The concentration on his lightsaber waned, causing the bottom of the hilt to sink back into its pouch. A bit more relaxed and not quite as much on guard, his head cocked slightly to the side and stammered, ”Umm...hi. Nice day, eh?”

    The Jedi felt like slapping his own forehead. He had never been at good at this kind of thing--you know, the whole “interacting” thing.

    For being gifted with intelligence, I sure can be an idiot sometimes…

    Regrouping, he continued with a sigh, ”I mean…what I meant to say is…are you Luy?”

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    Luy raised a brow nd the corner of his mouth pulled into a half-smirk. The Twi'lek looked familiar, and as he entered the clearing proper, Luy saw why. Mastrovo, a former student, this one was like him. Even after the many years, mischiveious Mastrovo was factoring into his life.

    Slowly, he moved his hands behind his back, his saber still firmly in his grip. "It is a most fortuitous day." his smile cracked to the other side and the large frame of the Feeorin paced forward. He was merely five paces infront when he halted. "I am he. Master Luy." If this was an assassin, he was very bad or very confused in his intent.

    Slowly, Luy placed his hands and the saber into the long and very wide sleeves of his robes. He reached out with the Force and sensed the spark of light in the one before him, but a dark emotion. A pain within. "You are here for more than just me,and you carry grave news... someone near to you has..." the greatest pain. Luy stepped forward and held out a hand. The Force was there, crystaline in this moment. This was where this two woud meet, this is where they were always going to meet and then strike out on the same path. "What is it you want of me?"

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    A smile and then seemingly a look of recognition—seemed like a good start. Luy walked closer, but put away his lightsaber. Vu’thari remained calm, sensing for anything that might shift, but the one before him was as calm as the light breeze that slightly rustled the trees around them.

    "It is a most fortuitous day. I am he. Master Luy."

    The twi’lek shifted uncomfortably at the social interaction, but did not shy away from it now that he understood who this Feeorin was. His bright, green eyes darted up to meet the Feeorin's eyes as he spoke and then back down.

    "You are here for more than just me,and you carry grave news... someone near to you has..."

    Vu’thari nodded grimly and replied quietly, ”Well…yeah…umm…the Jedi known as Eli Reach has gone with the Force. He sent me a message about a vault near here with items that should not fall into the wrong hands. So…I guess I am going to make sure they are not left here for the Empire to find.”

    "What is it you want of me?"

    Shuffling his feet, he looked down as he began speaking, ”Umm…it’s just, I needed to know who you were. I kinda knew you were here. I mean not you, Luy, but someone. Just making sure whatever is in that vault isn’t left there. With Reach gone, not too many of us left to look after stuff…”

    The twi’lek seemed to not know what to say next, so he stumbled, ”You...you can go with me…if you want. Then back to Nar Shaddaa I go…umm…you live here? On Rishi?”

    He really didn’t even realize that he was walking and talking, padding off in the direction of the nearby vault, unseen to their eyes at the moment…

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    Falling in-step with the young Twi'lek Luy's large form shrugged somewhat. "Sealed and secreted from the galaxy as a whole leaves such knowledge safe." they walked on and Luy expanded on the thought. "It is good to know that someone knew I was here, it is flattering that you are aware of me. Maybe my initial thoughts upon seeing you are correct?" His brow raised once more as he looked toward the young Jedi. "Perhaps you knew a former student of mine? A Jedi, by the name of Mastrovo? I must say you bear a similar countenance."

    Not even waiting for the reaction, Luy made for the edge of the drop to their flank and began sliding down the gradient. As he halted with a slightly staggered step, he looked back up the hill and then in the direction of something within the deep cover of the trees in this crater. He ignited his sabre and slashed at vines and branches to then reveal a large box of a building. The symbol of the Jedi order was etched into keystone of the entrance. "I believe this is you objective..." he turned, a slightly embarrassed look crossed his faith. "Well, my young friend, it would appear that I did not ask for your name; what do people call you?" He extinguished the blade and returned it to the belt will a well repeated action, that brought a sense of nostalgia to his mind.

    "How do you expect to get into Master Bridge's archive?" He placed his hands into one another within the long sleeves of his robe and took a half step back to watch with fascination.

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    "Sealed and secreted from the galaxy as a whole leaves such knowledge safe."

    Nodding the younger twi’lek responded, ”Well, I do agree with you. But Eli sent out that missive for a reason. I don’t think he thought that the knowledge was safe any longer…”

    This was the only the third Jedi Vu’thari had ever met. He decided that he enjoyed the conversation, no matter the subject matter.

    "It is good to know that someone knew I was here, it is flattering that you are aware of me. Maybe my initial thoughts upon seeing you are correct?"

    Shrugging, the Jedi scholar continued walking with the hulking Feeorin and replied quietly, ”Umm…well, I really wouldn’t be here to see you had it not been for Eli. But, I have heard of you. It is good to finally meet you, you know, from Eli’s stories…”

    "Perhaps you knew a former student of mine? A Jedi, by the name of Mastrovo? I must say you bear a similar countenance."

    Vu’thari chanced a glance up and looked at the larger Feeorin and held his gaze for a moment with the light of excitement, ”You knew Master Mastrovo? He is my grandfather…well, was my grandfather. Umm…you must be incredibly old. I mean, I was aware your species held a life span far beyond ours, but you trained my grandfather…where are you going...?”

    Before the twi’lek could answer, his strange new friend was sliding down the an embankment, nearly the grade of a sheer cliff. He began sliding down at a great clip. With a heavy sigh, the Jedi followed suit. Coming to his feet shortly after the Feeorin, he walked beside the other Jedi and halted, eyes held forward.

    "I believe this is you objective…well, my young friend, it would appear that I did not ask for your name; what do people call you?"

    Luy made quick work of some pesky vines with his lightsaber, moments later extinguishing his blade, looking over at Vu’thari. Dusting himself off from the descent, the twi’lek responded, “Oh. Me? Right. Vu’thari. My name is Vu’thari. Great to meet you by the way. Any friend of my grandfather is a friend of mine.

    "How do you expect to get into Master Bridge's archive?"

    Wiping one last clump of sod from his tunic, Vu’thari looked ahead at the vine-covered door, able to make out the Jedi symbol now that Luy cleared away some of the foliage. Looking forward, the twi’lek took a deep breath. His body seemed firm and strong as a hand lifted towards the door. However, his body was in a state of relaxation. He listened to the wind as it raced through the leaves. He shifted his feet slightly, feeling the earth below him. It was in these moments that the Force flowed through him, a oneness. He did not rip it to his command like a Sith would, but looked at the Force in an entirely different way. Reaching out, the Jedi felt the stone door in front of him, but that was for appearances. If Eli Reach meant for him to find this, there would be something that spoke to him, what he knew and who he was. Involuntarily his eyes closed, feeling past the stone—and reaching metal. On the other side of the door was metal, complex metal. He could feel the curves of the mechanism, traveling along its length in the mind’s eye. A button…but that was too easy. It was meant for those who did not understand redundant systems, a conversation he had with Eli Reach nearly a year ago. His brow furrowed in concentration, feeling beyond the first apparatus and was rewarded with another. Symmetrical in every way to the one next to it. His left hand raised now with both hands outstretched. Flowing through the force, he willed the Force to apply pressure to both buttons at the same time. From behind the heavy stone doors, metallic gears slammed down and rumbled away from bracing the door, all movement could be heard, but not seen behind the stone. Just as the metallic grating rescinded, Vu’thari slowly spread his arms apart. As the did so, the stonework doors rumbled as they grated against the stone floor sliding to the side for the two Jedi, creating a humanoid sized opening.

    The Jedi slowly put his hands down on his knees, caught his breath as beads of sweat coalesced on his brow.…

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