Calculating the Distance

[Mistress]

The Gnarls of the Old Republic, Tython.



For days now, the area has been on a high invasion alert. This will be the first time Lutomi will need to stand up for what is right, which will require that she battle her own kind, the Sith. It feels just terrible. Her sister could be one among the invading party. But Lutomi expects worse, for she has been reaching out though the Force, and finding no signature of Xotomi. While it is a good thing, she wont need to fight her sister, Lutomi wonders if maybe Xotomi no longer wants to be found. There is no closure for her, and it cuts deep.

It's been months since she felt her twin scream in agony, enough to move the Force to the point where Lutomi could feel Xotomi's anguish even at such an incredible distance apart. It brought Lutomi to her knees. Ever since she has been wondering if maybe her sister has passed on to the other world. Its a frightening thought. She hasn't yet grown accustomed to the silence which initially occurred, the endless feeling of being utterly alone in the world. But over the time of the past nine months, she has listened to only her own conscience. She has matured. She never felt security when she trained among the Sith. She feels free now living among the Jedi. But the cost of losing her twin, is a burden which she will never forgive of herself.

Lutomi has veered away from her party of fellow Padawans, deep in thought. Just a year ago, she never concerned herself with the welfare of others. The threat of today, she sees as a waste. A peaceful civilization tossed into turmoil. The innocent uprooting from their home planet, and others remaining to defend it. She has come a long way and she knows it, finally come in to herself. She knows there can be nothing that she sees today, that could turn her back to her former way of life with the Sith.

As Lutomi aimlessly walked along over the gentle lapping of the water, until she thought she heard a suspicious noise and she halted. She withdrew her communicator, but found the energy cell had expired. Instead of turning back, Lutomi explored the terrain alone. The thicket that bordered the shoreline was tall and unsurpassable, representing years upon years of neglect and the absence of human interference. The foliage in full bloom, she saw no point in disturbing its life over a mere suspicion. She walked the shoreline seeking out a path that would lead into the woods, one she was told about, but never before travelled. It would lead up to the mountain range just beyond. She would make her investigation fast and return to her peers. But for the moment she cannot resist the sunrise which captivates her attention.

 

[SwineOfTheSkies]

Tython, Varen thought. His first mission with the Mandalorians would be going straight to the discovery place of the force, Tython. No pressure at all, one slip up and you have every jedi on the planet breathing down your back with lightsabers. This wouldn't be a difficult task for Varen he was experienced from bounty hunting on Nar Shadaa and well, all around the Hutt sector. Not only that but his speciality, recon and sharpshooting. This would be no challenge for the newly inducted Mandalorian.

His durasteel boots slowly sloshed about the coastline where they expected to find the person they were sent to search for. Varen with his sniper about his shoulder finally reached the shore and crept up to the mainland searching for the girl they were sent to find. He crouched down as he got into a position about the foliage and finally ended up in a prone position near two trees that were around thick bushes, It would be hard to pick out his dark armor which he took a few seconds hand some branches on. He was now a shadow among the trees, it would take someone of high skill to spot him out from the greenery, or at least he thought it would. His sniper was just behind the bushes and his barrel aimed in the general direction of the target. Based on the description, he found what he thought was the target, his put his sights over er head but kept his trigger disipline knowing that one accidental shot on a target that was mean't to be take alive would mean a jedi search party and expulsion from the Protectors and most likely the Mandalorians, if He was lucky of course.

She broke away from her group of padawans, Maybe Varen was lucky. Though she began on an approach to his position which was obviously, not a good thing. She was but meters away when Varen accidentally adjusted the barrel of his sniper too sharply causing a rustle in the bushes which immediately brought the attention of the target which Varen could see from the corner of his visor and it paused his movements. He lay a statue, no movement, lifeless among the trees. Apparently the mistake did not catch too much alarm to her as she she continued to walk along to another part of the forest, away from Varen. It gave him enough time to silently adjust his position, keeping the target in his line of sight at all times as he awaited for the other Protectors to do their tasks.

 

[TAC]

Jedi Master Larik Novan stood in his shorts and t-shirt, fiddling with his datapad. The Jedi was sued to the technology of datapads, he had one all of his life, but his Padawan Lutomi had recently introduced him to a much newer, sleek version of the kind he had been using. The sleek version was a bit frustrating to the man, however, as he was unsure of which ports went to what cords. He simply needed time to get used to it, and perhaps a helping hand.

It has been frustrating the Jedi for well over an hour, though, as the man tried to learn the ins and outs of the device. Lutomi had just left with several Padawans to go for a walk, as they were spending some time on Tython, and it was at this point Larik reached his breaking point. Putting the datapad down, he grabbed his comlink.

"Lutomi, it's Larik. I can not get this blasted things to work!"

Silence.

Grumbling, Larik listened. No signal. It must be that her battery was dead. Muttering to himself about batteries, communication, and datapads, the man hooked his lightsaber to his shorts and started jogging. He had been sitting at a table on the back lawn of the Temple, watching other Jedi train as he battled with his frustrations. He knew that Lutomi couldn't be far though, as he started in her direction.

It was only five minutes before he tracked down the slow moving party of Padawans. "Excuse me, have any of you seen Lutomi?" He asked, mildly concerned she wasn't with them. The Padawans looked confused, looking back and forth to one another.

"I don't know! Did you see where she went, Henry?"

"Nope... Ugalari?"

"Uzcck. Beeazn Ben?"

"Ah, yeah! I did. She wandered off and up towards the mountain, I think, Master Novan," one of the young ones replied, point off to the distance. Larik nodded his thanks to the group, and wheeled, beginning to jog in that direction. He reached out with the force to feel her, and he did, able to pinpoint her location. But... something was different. Something was wrong.

Unsure of what was going on, Larik picked up the pace and raced towards the mountain, only a minute or two away.

Lutomi, he spoke through the force, even at this great distance, I sense danger near you. Tread carefully, I'm almost there.

 

[ShadowMandalore]

Logan was a few meters away from Varen and about North East of the target's position. The brush managed to provide the warrior camouflage, making him invisible to the human eye or most any sentient creature. This was a bag n grab mission, bringing the target alive with minor injuries. Usually it would be grabbing the basic target, but this was a force sensitive and would provide much difficulty bringing them in. Knelling on one knee, he swung his range finder down, analyzing the female.

The woman had matched the features in the description that command had given. Raising his DC-15A armed with a grenade attachment, he signaled Varnes on the com. "Target is confirmed and moving towards your position. How do you wish to proceed with capture? I suggest I provide suppressive fire on target, while you disable her. However, there will be search party for the woman, but I can provide a quick pick up with my ship and the estimated time will be fifteen to twenty minutes. It is your call."

 

[Mistress]

Got one more joining. Nike bowed out.



Lutomi can sense the subtle feeling of deception in the air, certainly. It is...as if...someone is not only hiding, but taking on the form of her surroundings. But she isn't about to just walk away from whatever is about to happen. She possesses far too much sense of moral obligation for that. It would be wrong to desert the area while this sensation rings alarms inside her head. Whoever it is will then just pull-up from their hiding place and pass on from here without a fight, only to return to seclusion further down the pathway! This threat must be addressed. How did they get there? How long they had been in hiding, she does not know. Certainly whoever it is, is remarkably capable of remaining hidden even to the well trained eye.

It seems as if the very land itself is beckoning her inland, choosing her fate for her, like something bigger than herself is about to put destiny into motion. But this sense is not logical for a Jedi. There is no fate, but choices. Only once before had Lutomi ever experienced a genuine foresight, it was when her Master Novan burst forth into her life, ripped her away from her birth world, while all at once she began plummeting into epic internal change from the Dark-Side by igniting the first spark of Light. This moment too, just now, it feels monumental. Somehow, she knows that whatever challenge awaits right at this moment, it is meant solely for her, but the reason why, she cannot begin to fathom.

Her devoted Master mentally calls out to her in warning, solidifying her faith all the more in her own intuition. Lutomi withdraws her lightsaber, the same she wielded when she was in allegiance with the Sith, brightly flaring a charge of crimson red.

Lutomi slowly turns on her heels taking in the brush and trees around her, her eyes very much deceived, unable to decipher anything out of the ordinary. She closes them to feel out the signature of her surroundings. There are life signatures here which do not match with nature but rather stand out. Lutomi opened her eyes once more. 'Master, I detect malevolent intruders. I implore you, lead the youth to safety. Do not take risks for my sake.' How deeply she trusts her Master for his paramount abilities, but knows that his disposition toward his unspoken honor to protect, could surely expose others nearby to walk into a similar trap. Neither could she live with herself if he were to be made to suffer any ill at the hands of these intruders on account of her behalf.

As a Sith, Lutomi's first instinct when facing imminent danger such as this, had always been to Drain her enemies of their energy as quickly as possible. The thought certainly does cross her mind this time as well. This choice would cause them to experience an onset of sudden physical weakness leading to blackout, and when performed in excess, would follow with death. However Lutomi can no longer justify this action, as other wildlife in her wake would also be made to suffer by her actions; but the true reason foremost, due to the excessiveness and the Darkness of the nature of it. Along with that reasoning, Lutomi fears that such an action would cause Larik to be most displeased with her. His disappointment alone she could not bear, and this after she owes him so much. It seems a constant struggle with her instincts, to disregard those learned responses which could easily disgrace her Master. Where choice of Darkness and Light is questionable, Lutomi vowed to face death, rather than risk becoming guilt of tarnishing her Master's reputation.

Lutomi took but a mere second to focus and generate an entirely different Force ability. She creates the Illusion of a pack of wild, indigenous, ravenous, carnivorous beasts of medium build circling around the perimeter of where she and these intruders currently reside. Their yaps and snarls vocally manifest, as their phantom bodies are made to seem to be scurrying through the rustling thicket to nip at one's heels. In the midst, where she stands, her lightsaber drawn in her right hand, and her left extended in manipulation of the Force, Lutomi, herself, now masks her presence, to simply appear as nothing more than a physical manifestation of the living forest.

 

[anzat17]

Aries made her way through dense foliage. She had picked up a moving target on her HUD just a few moments ago but it disappeared in the clearing ahead. She stopped just before tree line and only saw a few nonsentient beasts grazing. This troubled her because her scanners should have picked them up.

"I think somethings amiss here" she thought to herself as she laid prone in the dense brush around her. She activated her comm and hailed Varen.

"Not quite sure what's going on ner'vod," she said as she unclipped her holster," but I'm not liking it. Do you have eyes on target?"

 

[SwineOfTheSkies]

"Get your ship inbound, now. This needs to be as quick and as smooth as possible.", Varen says quietly as he makes his subtle move, aiming his sniper at the objective. She had by this point ignited her saber which brought Varen to alarm. he was now aware that she could sense the Mandalorians, maybe not the individuals themselves, but he could tell she knew something was going on in the forest. Varen's plan was to incapacitate the jedi and get her out as quick as possible without causing alarm to the jedi, causing harm to the target or any of his team.

"Copy, I have visual on the target.", Varen says as he looks down the scope of his sniper at the target as he create her force illusion with her lightsaber wielded.

"How close are you are two to the target?...I plan on getting this over quickly.", Varen says over the comms to the other two protectors with his eyes not escaping the target while still maintaining trigger discipline to prevent an accidental shot. He keeps his movement to a minimum, what with not only twigs, leaves and his durasteel armor to worry about giving off his position but the fact that everyone that wants to kill the mandalorian and his fellow protectors are jedi that have the potential to sense them through the force. He keeps his left arm implantedo nthe ground and his right controlling his sniper, keeping track with the target's movements. Soon enough though Varen hears a set of footsteps approaching which causes him slowly to turn his head. He knew who it could be, he was sure enough that it wasn't a mandalorian. It had to be a jedi searching for you, Varen hoped it would just be a padawan friend or classmate, really anyone else of those likes , unexperienced, student. Instead of her master which was a thought that remained in Varen's head as a realistic threat.

 

[ShadowMandalore]

"Understood." Using the messaging transmitter in his helmet, he was able to reach the ship that was located a few distances away from the warriors. "Xair, this is Logan. I need immediate pick up north of your location."
"Acknowledged. Coordinates confirmed, moving to your location." Logan switched his transmitter back to Varen's frequency. "Ship inbound in twenty five minutes. I am fifteen meters away from target, north east of her position." The Force sensitive was quickly surrounded by a pack of carnivorous beasts that had appeared before her, growling at any organism. In a millisecond, the Jedi had vanished into the dense forest. She was able to sense the warriors that were in the foliage. Now she was camouflaged, just as they were. "Were did the Jedi go?"

 

[TAC]

Things were definitely not right.

His Padawan had requested he stay away for his own safety, implying there was serious danger. The man would never let a fellow Jedi, much less someone so close to him as one of his padawans, face danger alone unless it was absolutely necessary. Unclipping the lightsaber in one hand, and pulling out his comlink in the other, the Corellian flipped on the channel to the Temple security. "This is Master Larik Novan. I'm moving northeast from temple. My Padawan and I have detected some sort of significant threat, and we're checking it out now. Please call back all other Jedi until we get it solved, over." The man listened for the confirmation beep, knowing his message had been received and would be acted upon, before putting his comlink away and moving forward.

He felt Lutomi call upon the force, shielding herself from being seen or otherwise detected in any way other than the force. Larik assumed it must have been more serious than he had originally realized. Calling upon the force himself he took a few seconds to implement Force Cloak, masking any sound, reflection of light, or heat his body might be giving out. Except for his Force signature, he was completely invisible. Well acquainted with the force power, and coupled with the Art of Movement power, he moved briskly towards the signatures he felt through the force. The Corellian was much closer to the first mandalorian, and realized he had been within hearing range of the man before he had implemented his cloaking techniques.

Now, however, the mandalorian would have undoubtedly lost him. The man, or was it a woman, had obviously caught on to where the Jedi had been however. That suited Larik well, however, as he was no on the other side of him just a few feet away, ready to subdue the man should he take hostile measures towards his padawan. The Jedi felt uneasy that there were mandalorians hunting his Padawan, but he assumed that arresting this man might bring light to the situation. The man would not act yet, though.

 

[Mistress]

Lutomi heard the whispers of men, talking about their target. She knew it was about her. Still the feeling of precognition over what is going to happen regardless of fight, she finds terrifying. With all that is occurring, she begins to fear the worst, that the Sith have put out a bounty for her capture. If this is true, shes dead. If she has no way of escaping this future, then her Master has come to her aid for no reason but to suffer. The worst is that she cannot see what will happen to him in all this. But she knows that her Master is here. She can feel his presence.

Lutomi turns around, and through the Force she can see Master Novan standing there. He looks like his essence is being streamed through light energy. It's remarkable a sight indeed, seeing him so very radiant like that. She stood there on the path, just staring at him, trying to fixate on the visual of seeing him filtered through the Power of the Force and she wanted to wrap her mind around it, allowing nothing else to enter her thoughts beside the magnificent sight of him.

At first she could fight back the sensation of the original fear. But for one who does not know peace as of late, and is not sleeping well, she is incredibly tired to start. And incredibly tired minds, have a hard time remaining focused. Its one thing to discuss contentment with her Master in theory within the safety of training, but actually facing a true threat that may end your life at any impending moment, and being certain that it's going to happen...

Lutomi struggled to continue her ruse.

 

[anzat17]

Aries had not one single thing on her radar despite seeing the many creatures rustling about. She uttered a curse to herself about force users and held her position.

"I'm not sure how dar away from the target i am ner'vod. I'm assuming she's somewhere in that clearing which puts me 10 to 30 meters away from the targets possible location".
She continued to lay in wait. The last thing she wanted to do was screw up the mission by attacking an unseen enemy. She activated her helmets AI sytem.
"Yes ma'am, how can i assist you?" The AI said.
"I want you to get ready for anything, and i mean anything. Have my jetpack ready to put me 15 meters in the air should anything 'unusual' happen." She told the AI before switing back to her commlink.
"I'll go ahead with a distraction ner'vod. That way you can capture the target seeing as how you've got a visual."
She continued to lay in the brush and took a deep breath. Once again she took a moment to curse these force users.

 

[SwineOfTheSkies]

"I'll go ahead with a distraction ner'vod. That way you can capture the target seeing as how you've got a visual."

"Do it soon.", Varen said as he place his eye on the scope of sniper aiming down the sights at the jedi. He laid covered with nearby brush making no movement or causing any noise in the environment around him but no matter how much he tried, he knew that the jedi were aware of his and his team's presence in the woods which reminded him that they needed to act fast and smooth if they needed to get out with their limbs intact and their reputation still remaining along with their dignity and respect from their comrades.

Varen's right index finger slowly pressed a button on the side of the rifle changing its projectile from a killing blaster bolt to the last bright shade of blue the one standing on the other end will see until their mind catches up and kickstarts their body once again. He waited for the distraction so that he could swoop in, nap the jedi and run, hopefully without getting shot or cut by a jedi. His finger was eager to grip the trigger and speed the operation but he stopped himself several times as he drifted his eyes to the corner of his view to watch for the suspected approaching figure which he had a hunch believing it wasn't looking to help him or his team but a jedi searching for his or her friend that ran off from the group. Or even worse, a scared master whose mind is rushing with the possiblities that lie in the near future leaving Varen no victim to predicting the approaching events that could end anyone present's lives.

 

[ShadowMandalore]

Logan looked at the HUD display on his helmet, pulling up a small map of the area. He noticed his ship approaching on their position having a small time estimation icon. With the stealth sensors on the ship, the Jedi will have difficulty tracking it. He raised his body from the bush but managed to be camouflaged in the forest. The Jedi was invisible and could sense their movements, so perhaps she could be moving around in the area as well. "We need move quickly. Aries, proceed with your distraction. I will move in to cover you once you have intercepted the target. The Jedi will be moving into our location soon and we have to extract the force sensitive. Varen, have you spotted any other Jedis in the area? Varen?"

 

[TAC]

Larik didn't need any more information. The mandaloarians were about to act, and the Jedi needed to move quickly. As far as he could tell there were two or three others, at minimum. Varen and Xair, who this Logan was talking to. One of them might have been piloting whatever craft they referred to, or it might have been another operative, and there may have been even more on the ground.

Even so, though, their plan was about to be put into action. He had well over twenty minutes, though, according to this Logan fellow. And that was plenty of time to deal with the three that he knew of. The Jedi was a bit surprised that they were acting so soon, however, with their craft so far away. He wasn't complaining, though, as the added time would definitely give him more of a buffer between whatever their big gun was. Taking a deep breath, Larik prepared himself. He would need to act fast. Submurgining himself into the current of the force, and letting it surround him, he reached out to Lutomi.

Get ready to run...

With out a second though he acted. Still completely invisible, he pulled his lightsaber out and ignited it in full swing. The Master could have easily cut the Mandalorians laying in front of him in half without the man ever knowing, but that wasn't how the Jedi operated, wasn't what he was there for. His blade instead cut the sniper rifle in half. Coming out of the swing Larik heaved the man into the air with the force, sending him crashing into the trees. The Mandolarian didn't go far, as Force Push wasn't Larik's strongest feat, but it would be enough. Having already dropped his disguises, the Jedi Master ran into the clearing.

Now no longer fully devoted to masking himself, the Jedi recognized the presences of all of the Mandalorians. He was on high alert, ready to deflect any attacks that came his way from the threats he had already identified. His lightsaber was lit, his eyes and the force searching for any hint of danger. It was assumed that this was ample distraction for his Padawan, Lutomi, to fall back behind him and begin their retreat. He didn't say anything to her, however, instead focusing on the threat of those around him.

 

[Mistress]

Lutomi suspected an organized military such as the Mandalorians to speak in code. Minutes could mean seconds, numbers could be multiplied or divided.

When Master Novan told her to, 'get ready to run,' while his skills are exemplary, Lutomi wondered how successful he would be at attempting to drive them out on his own, and she didn't wish to leave him to the entire chore, or herself to be coddled. But she did intend to obey him nonetheless. But most importantly, she didn't want to leave this group to move on to a different location.

Hearing Master Novan raise his saber and slice through something which went flying and crashing to the ground then a man yelp in surprise, she turned abruptly dropping her ruse all together. Lutomi stood exposed upon the path. Her muscles flinched in preparation to move...

 

[anzat17]

Aries jetpack jumped to life and propelled her into the air at the ignition of the lightsaber. She also noticed two more targets appear on her radar.

At 15 meters in the air her jetpack switched to a lower setting to maintain altitude while she did a quick sweep of the area. One target was a male, lightsaber in hand, and standing in the middle of the field. The other was the female they were to capture, standing at the far side of the field.

Serie primed a stun gernade as the seconds till detonation appeared on her HUD. She activated her wrist mounted rocket and sent it flying through the air towards the male Jedi. Although not aimed exactly for him, instead aimed at where his feet were.

Immediately after Aries noticed the stun gernade was at 4 seconds, the amount of time it would take to get to the female Jedi. She lobbed it through the air in a overhand throw. Aries dropped her hands to her pistols and came over the comm,

"Alright, I've played my hand. Logan, Varen, think you can bag the Jedi?"

 

[ShadowMandalore]

The sound of an ignited lightsaber and loud yelping came from Varen's postion. "Varen, report! Varen?" Before Logan could run to his fellow mandalorian's aid, another jedi appeared in the opening armed with his lighsaber. The female jedi had reappeared in the opening. Aries began her distraction, sending a few rockets from above with a tossed stun grenade. "I got the jedi! Aries, go help varen and keep that other jedi from getting close to the target!" As the female jedi prepared to escape, Logan sprung from the bushes with his jet pack with a trail of smoke. With quick speed, he swooped down in front of the female force user. Aiming his left gauntlet ,a metal chord shot from out his wrist, wrapping around the woman's feet.

 

[SwineOfTheSkies]

"Calm down..I'm here..I'm here.", Varen swiped the biped that sat below the barrel of his sniper rifle with his durasteel covered hand before catching a glimpse at the other two mandalorians in their attempt at apprehending of the target. He got up from his proned position to approach his comrades from the forest, slinging the sniper about his shoulder and unholstering his blaster pistol should he need it. He was unaware of the other jedi's presence. He moved swiftly throughout the brush, letting the leaves and shrubbery fall from his maroon and grey durasteel armor as he rushed towards his squadmates. He held his pistol aiming down at the ground, setting it to stun in the possibility of knocking out the target to transport off of the jedi controlled world. He started to approach slower, when the other mandalorian alarmed him of the other jedi's appearance, nearby. He crouched down quickly, pistol and hand and waiting for the other jedi to show them self.

 

[TAC]

Against a less experienced Jedi, these attacks could have been devastating. There was so much going on, so much stimuli, and so many things that Larik was forced to concentrate on, that it might have simply overwhelmed someone else. But he was a Jedi Master. This was child's play. The Mandalorian who's main weapon was now in two pieces shot off into the air, their jetpack zipping them away from the seasoned warrior. She shot a wrist rocket at the man, and tossed a grenade towards Larik's Padawan.

Leaping into the air, and out of harm's way of the rocket, he guide himself towards the now weaponless Mandalorian. The warrior obviously had the intention of killing the Master Jedi, but Larik had no such meaningless qualms. Utilizing the force to bring them together, he simply kicked off against the warrior's chest plates. It would, for a few moments, set the Mandalorian off kilter. It would also send Larik spiraling through the air towards his Padawan. He landed into a roll next to the second Mandalorian, his lightsaber coming up and splitting the metal cord that held Lutomi's feet.

It was then that the concussion grenade went off. The Jedi hadn't forgotten about it, persay, but he had prioritized what he needed to do and he had done it. There simply wasn't enough time do attend to everything, fighting three enemies. The grenade exploded just a few meters away from the man and Larik pushed himself back, riding the force of the wave as he was thrown into the trees. It certainly wasn't deadly, but as Larik smacked a tree on his way through the woods, his head hurt and his body ached. He was fine, though, for the most part, and he struggled to his knees. His lightsaber was in hand, his body protected by a few trees, but he needed to get back into the fight to protect Lutomi.

 

[Mistress]

Lutomi's ankles were quickly bound with a cable-wire and forcibly drawn together. Her body slammed against the ground on her back with great force, knocking the wind out of her and hitting the back of her head in the process which caused her eyes to immediately roll back. Her arms swung out together, lifeless over her head, causing her lightsaber to be ripped from her grasp and hurled through the air. Luckily for those around her, the laser is designed to automatically extinguish whenever it should fly out of contact with one's hands.

She could see Master Novan running up toward her the slice at the cable. She knew Mandalorians had some type of remarkable armor that was not effected by a lightsaber; she certainly hoped this cable was not made from that.

The next thing she saw was a blast and her Master being hurled through the air. She suspected that he must have been hit straight on. She could not move a muscle. Inside her head her spirit was screaming through the Force as she tried to reach out to him...'Stop. Not all this just over me. I think they will all leave here. I take with me what you taught me. And I know I will see you again. Whatever their purpose, I feel it is meant for me alone. Please stay down, Larik.' Lutomi never called her Master by his first name before his. She hoped he was conscious enough to hear her as she could not turn her head to see him.

Lutomi thought he was down. She tried to focus on the Jedi which were still in the process of evacuating the area. She could feel the littlest one. 'Ben... Master Novan may need assistance. Feel for him. Tell the others. Wait until you don't sense me anymore.'. The boy was a remarkable one; he answered straight away.