Harvest.

[Nightmare Moon]

And with that the nightmare is finally over. The cultists have either fled or been killed in the melee and the undead have returned to the dust of the earth. As I walk out of the ship I am surprised at the vitality that has sprung from my previously exhausted limbs. Spotting AbdAas standing next to the reborn Artemis my soul begins to feel something that might be considered hope - there is a chance for the universe yet. I bow to the Sephi master "Sir I wish to thank you. You have restored my faith in the Jedi and perhaps in a higher power as well. If I can ever repay you please let me know" Though I don't mention it some small childish part of me that never really got over not havng family wishes that the old Sephi was my grandfather. Next I look to the newcomer to the battle. "You and your boss have performed a great act today. When he gets up tell him that I think that this was perhaps a turning point in his life and if he chooses he has great things ahead of him. I don't know who you are but thank you for turning up - every war needs its warriors and the war against darkness is no different." I hand him three cards with my details on them. "Give these to your boss and companion". And with that I begin the trek back to my ship. AbdAas needs some time alone with his friend and Niklas needs time to recover from the ordeal with his men.

As I return back home I reflect upon what I do and why I make my droids. Not the ones that I create at work but the ones that assist me in my real job. As I ponder it comes to me. They are monuments to those whom I admire. Each one is an attempt to capture and embody what I feel is so brilliant about them - reminders of what I should strive to be.

Then I let the memories of the incident consume me and begin work on the droid that will be known as The Hierophant


Oh noble one.

Through your actions is the Hierophant born.

Though the sorrow of ages may weigh down upon you yours is the light which shall connect us to the heavens.

Wisdom is thy virtue and only through it shall we come to know the divine.

~ Plate Engraved upon NO:05 The Hierophant during creative process.


Creation is not over however.


Oh noble one.

Through your actions is Death born.

Though your past may be filled with darkness know that the myriad crossroads ahead are yours alone to traverse.

Will is thy virtue and through it all you may overcome even the darkest fate and bring forth a new beginning.

~ Plate Engraved upon NO: 13 Death during creative process.

 

[Sirocco]

With cards in his hand and a smile on his face, Roy looked at what happened around him and could not believe he took part on something extraordinary. Roy bowed quickly to Melody and then raised his hand nervously, thinking she was a cute girl but guessed it was not something to worry about. “Thanks little lady, hope we see each other again under different circumstances” Roy said before looking at one of the cards before looking at master AbdAs and his friend. The great urge to ask him for training surged inside him to the point of biting his lip and holding his breath, he was so cool, alas, and it was probably for the best that he takes his journey into the Jedi temples instead. He did throw a thermal detonator at his friend in monster form but felt that what was done was done “what a pity, this guy is so amazing!” he said before turning on the safeties on his blasters “he would probably decline my request” Roy said with a disappointed smile.

The battle was over, they won and his boss was on the floor with a leg handing by muscle and skin for he knew. Sitting beside the ship, Roy kept watching master AbdAs and his friend while watching Melody leave, two things he praised from afar. Using the force and with a wave of his hand, Roy pulled out a sweet alcoholic drink from the fridge that came out of the ship and into his hand before starting to drink after a good job.

 

[Niklas]

Matthew awoke to the cold feeling of the ever so comfortable floor against his face. That...hurt.... He is entire head hurt, as if someone was turning a knife in his skull. His leg was still extremely painful. The leg could be fixed. Prosthetics would not be needed. Under the most dire circumstances would Matt want a prosthetic limb or joint. He didn't like them because they made so much noise. Matthew had this great sense of relief, for being alive.

Rolling onto his back, he pushed himself up into a sitting position. He searched around for Roy or Melody, even Conner. Found nobody. Matthew reached up to the durasteel rail once more. He stood firmly this time. Using the rail as a guide, Matthew dragged himself to the cockpit of his ship. He had to throw himself at the seat to get to it.

Sitting in the pilot's seat, Matthew started fliping the ignition and pre-flight function switches. He ran some diagnostics from pilot's shipboard computer, and by God, it worked. He had an interesting gut feeling. Something he's never felt before: Victory. Matthew picked up two signatures on the radar. Roy and Conner. He brought the loudspeaker mic to his lips: "Let's go home."