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Paquin knew Kylo must have expected to some less than pleasant things, but was still a little off put by what Kylo agreed to at such a young age. Paquin didn’t know much about the Empire, but what she did know wasn’t pleasant. It was large and it was very destructive. If there were goals to fix the catastrophe, they never saw the light of day. And for Kylo to be but a teenager.


But then Paquin reminded herself that Kylo was young, maybe he didn’t fully understand. 


Either way, it didn’t matter now. And the agreement came with other additions. Like learning about his abilities with the Force. And Paquin imagined those were much more prominent in Kylo’s childhood than hers.


She didn’t touch that, instead moving on to what he didn’t anticipate. As they landed, she spoke. “It’s not foolish. Kevan and Mira were people you trusted,” from what she understood, the three of them were the closest, “there was no reason for you to anticipate them betraying you. And Hux,” she shrugged as she stood from her seat, “Who would have thought anyone would separate from Snoke?”


“Besides. You can’t live waiting for everyone to screw you over.”


-


Luke acknowledge the landing ship as well but thought nothing of it. Instead, he turned to Leia, both feeling the heartache through the Force and seeing it on her face. There was a momentary pang in himself, one of guilt. 


Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of ginger moving towards the ship that had just landed.


He turned back to Finn then, “Take me to her.”  Even though whatever he might witness Mira doing with the Knights probably wouldn’t help to see her and her plans for the Jedi Guide as something selfless and not malevolent.


“They probably won’t let you in.”


“We can wait outside, then.”


Finn sighed then, but he was a little relieved. He’d be free of the lecture Leia had been giving him. Even if her intentions were good, he was a little flustered. “Okay, follow me.” 


“My parts aren’t oiled enough for this,” C-3PO complained.


-


Johann only nodded in answer to his father before the call was received. He then hurried off his father’s ship and out into the hangar.


The Jedi gang was still out in the hangar, minus Poe Dameron. Johann wouldn’t have minded as much if it weren’t for the fact that Leia was still there. Would she recognize Ransolm, even with the dyed hair and all? He wouldn’t find out yet. 


He moved up the ramp that had just been lowered, knocking on the ship door, using his body in an attempt to block the view of who would open the door. “It’s Johann Tarkin,” He spoke through the door, not saying the name of the pilot yet.


-


The twins popped up on screen. They wore the same uniform, had the same features. The only difference was the hair. Both brown haired, but while one was neatly groomed, combed and styled perfectly and kept out of the way, the other was messy and unruly. Looked as though fingers had been run through it in a lazy attempt to brush it back.


And that was the only way to differentiate the twins. Apart from their personalities.


“The Imperatrix has risen and destroyed one of Snoke’s larger ships. Fire’s been opened from both sides, it appears Snoke is no longer waiting to take Eriadu. General Kiel is currently reaching out to find out the situation and we’ve deployed a few TIEs to help the Imperatrix along to our side.” Caius spoke, ever calm and perfectly poised


His brother Alexander, however, grew a bit impatient, “This battle’s already begun, can we be offensive yet or not?” He’d been waiting not so patiently for this. 


-


Hux watched Mira leave, waiting until he knew she was well and gone, out of earshot, before speaking. He really hoped Luke had something that could help her. Maybe now Luke would serve some purpose for Hux. But for now, Tarkin. Eriadu.


“I made a deal with Tarkin,” He said as he took a seat at a desk. “We assist with Eriadu and protect his sector and he assists with future assaults with Snoke, as long as he remains sovereign, separate from the Order.” He got straight to the point. “Eriadu’s situation is not the best, I don’t believe they can wait much longer until Snoke becomes impatient.” How he hadn’t already, Hux had no clue.


Maybe Mira would know, but, “Tarkin wanted to speak with Mira, find out what we’re was up against, but now that’s not the wisest idea.” He wasn’t too thrilled about it in the first place, anyway. “We should begin organizing our troops and get Star Destroyers loaded and deployed, figure out where to position our forces.” This could blow up in a moments notice.


“And then I’ll go to Leia and plot with her.” They’d need her help.


-


Adelaide didn’t bother with formalities, such as asking if she was alright. Clearly, she was, if she was walking around, not dead.


“You have to do what you have to, I suppose.” Adelaide sighed, “There’s no delaying this on our part anymore, either.” She rubbed her temples. “Last I spoke to your husband,” she used that term to express her displeasure with the situation, “he was with General Hux. I’m under the impression they’ve made a deal of some sort.” She hadn’t heard otherwise.


“The Motti’s are speaking with August right now to inform him of the situation and find out what the next move is. If we’ll be able to make a move at all, that is.” They could make a move, but whether it would be a successful one or not would be up to August and whatever he’s organized with Hux. 


If anything. 
 
Kylo did smile as Paquin commented that he couldn’t have expected this. That he shouldn’t be living to wait for others to screw him over. He wanted to say it seemed the norm. His parents had neglected him, a betray of its own kind. Luke found others. Mira and Kevan. Hux.


Instead, he just said, “Let’s just hope no one else does,” and the ship came before Korriban. He looked over the cold planet from the cold of space.


Snoke told him to go back to Korriban.


That didn’t mean he had to stay at the Academy.


Paquin’s talk of Force and what they could do with it had him wondering. “We both need to train,” and him training her, didn’t help himself. Not much. “Let’s get some food and supplies at the Academy. Then we’re going to check out a tomb,” one that Ariel hadn’t yet explored.


He drove the ship down towards the Academy then, thinking, hoping, they might be able to find something of use this time.


~***~


Ransolm was no idiot, though he had no idea Leia was so close, he was still careful enough to put a hood up. The First Order was around, after all. When he opened the door to see young Johann there, the dark green hood obscured his features.


Perhaps the material was still too fine, but he didn’t care. He’d lost enough luxuries. “Why hasn’t your father come?” He inquired of Johann, not stepping off the ramp nor stepping aside to allow Johann in.


He noticed then, over the shoulder of the boy, that there was a group dispersing.


And he recognized one.


He did step forward then, interest, and then paused himself.


He wasn’t sure if he ought to approach after so long, after how it all fell apart. Was Leia still a friend?


And Leia was looking their way as everyone dispersed. There was a tug, a familiarity, that instinct that Luke would have called the Force, directing her.


And so, she walked to where the young Tarkin was, and the stranger.


~***~


“You’re already offensive, Alexander,” August answered the younger man, a touch of a smirk on his lips. He said it playfully, rather than in a way meant to offend, though Alexander may take it as such.


“Open fire,” he said, “You’ll have plenty of back-up soon. Play it cautious, though.” With that he looked to Caius rather than Alexander, “There’s no need to unnecessarily risk life and limb because we’re outnumbered, when that will be fixed.”


‘I promise.’ Which meant only one thing to either of them. The agreement had gone through.


He was not happy to hear that the Imperatrix had risen, and he desperately wanted to be patched through to Julia, but he would call her on his own time. He needed to go to Hux. Tell him the time table had changed, drastically.


~***~


Julia folded her arms over her chest, watching the General agonize over what August was doing, what it all meant, what they might do. “Oh, I’m sure he’s going to be ordering an offensive strike now,” Julia was full of confidence on that matter. If the Imperatrix was up, it meant it was necessary, in Julia’s opinion.


Which meant August would take the hint, and blow Snoke from the sky. “If it helps,” it wouldn’t, “he still didn’t like Hux the last time I spoke with my husband,” she used a certain emphasis there, to commiserate and to joke, “Either way, if you want it, I’ll blow you a path through one of these destroyers so you can start landing troops. Just tell me which pretty ship you hate the most.”


The Imperatrix had managed to breach the blockade then, TIEs screaming ahead to make sure the larger destroyers hadn’t been able to get in her way. The shields weren’t fully powered, but she’d reroute.


The ground would need it more than the air. Neither she nor August had been too worried about an aerial battle.


~***~


Phasma took in what Hux said. She didn't sit, as he did, but placed her hands upon the desk. It was not a position to remain superior to him, but simply because she did want to slip into a relaxed posture.


Not when there was so much going on.


The deal was not a bad one, though, “I do not like the idea of stretching ourselves thin over the Seswenna sector,” she acknowledged, “However, if Tarkin and the holdouts,” as she thought of them, “are willing to aid us, then it may be a fair trade off.”


No politics.


No trade.


Just military. “I will need to learn their organization after the situation with Eriadu, but it will not be difficult for me to begin organizing our troops to go to Eriadu, soon if necessary.” Hierarchy could be discussed later. Who could give orders to who. Who could not. Phasma liked the rigidity of the Order, though. “However, if Admiral Vallens is not going to accompany us, I would like to inquire as to what you foresee doing with her.”


Admiral Vallens could be useful, Phasma knew. Even as an Admiral – rather like Terex, she had traveled more than most in the Order. Probably more than most in general. But right now, she was a liability and a severe one. There was no hiding that. “I like neither the idea of sending her to the Finalizer, nor letting her leave. She would end up captured away, and your father may kill her on the Finalizer.” Blunt.


Phasma was only certain that Commandant Hux wouldn’t kill her, because she’d damned well earned her position. No one would argue it.


~***~


There were some coincidences that were almost funny.


Mira saw Finn walking with Luke and Rey, and Finn saw Mira walking towards them across the campus.


Finn’s relief was immediate, “Oh thank the Force,” he said, and then called out, “Mira!” Even though it was clear she’d seen.


He sprinted ahead, wanting to give her fair warning, and stopped when she held out a lightsaber to him. He blinked, confused, “For now. It isn’t yours,” she told him, “but it will work.”


“It’s red, isn’t it?”


“And?” Mira lifted an eyebrow.


He closed his hand upon it, took it, decided color might not matter, “Luke wants to talk to you,” he said with his voice lowered, “He knows about the copies and everything.”


“I need to talk to him,” Mira said.


Finn glanced back to Luke, then back to Mira, continued in that lowered voice, “You want me to stay?”


“No. Nor Rey.”


Finn nodded, and when Luke and Rey showed up, he was quick to say, “We’ll leave you two be,” and reached for Rey’s hand with his empty one.
 
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Kylo smiled and while it didn't seem like it was a smile that was out of happiness, it was still nice to see. Rather than his usual brooding-slash-pouty look. He spoke of hoping no one else betrayed him, which Paquin found a little sad, and then he spoke of training. Checking out a tomb. 


"What does a tomb teach us?" She questioned. She wasn't complaining, it was better than sitting around and waiting for any news on Gnaeus and Ariel--which Paquin was still doubtful they'd hear anything about that. Still, she'd hope that they'd get something.


Then she recalled, "Are we going to search for that Sith book?" But didn't Luke Skywalker have it or something? So, "Or something like it?" She corrected. Korriban is, or was, the official Sith planet, apparently. There must be something like it.


It was then that the ramp touched down upon Korriban and Paquin moved to exit. The cold air nipped at her cheeks already, but luckily the rest of her was warm. 'It's not as bad as Rhinnal.' She thought. Rhinnal was certainly much colder.


-


"He's currently speaking with Admiral Motti and...other Admiral Motti. It's regarding Eriadu," he figured, anyway. "He wanted me to catch you before the First Order did. Or the Resistance." That wasn't mentioned, but Johann also figured that. 


"Johann," the voice of Leia Organa called, making Johann go rigid. What was he supposed to in this situation? 


Leia approached the ship, Tarkin's son, and the stranger. Johann turned then, only slightly, to face the General, "General Organa. My father's in his ship if you're looking for him?" He hoped that would lead her away. He glanced at Ransolm, his face asking what he wanted Johann to do. 


"I'm not looking for your father. Who's this, if you don't mind me asking?" Leia questioned, walking up the ramp to join the redhead and the hooded stranger. Leia could really only get a good look at the stranger's lower face, but it still seemed familiar. 


-


Alexander grumbled a string of vulgar words at Tarkin's playful comment. It would've been much more than some grumbles if the comment hadn't been followed by 'open fire'. "Why play it cautious if we have backup on the way?" Alexander's words caused Caius to subtly roll his eyes.


"Because we don't have it yet, brother." Caius sighed. His brother cared a bit more about spilling blood than he did strategy.


"Whatever. Fine. We'll keep them a bit occupied until your new friends join the party." Alexander couldn't help but express his annoyance with the alliance. Even if it did help save Eriadu.


Caius moved on, "We'll leave you now to get your business in order. You can contact Julia now that she's outside of the blockade." She could communicate now. "You'll be kept up to date as needed. I assume we'll be seeing you soon enough."


-


"He still made an alliance with that redheaded snake," Adelaide rolled her eyes, but it was followed by a smirk. "But blowing up the big destroyer," what had been the second biggest destroyer of Snoke's was now the biggest, "would make me feel so much better. Thing's been irritating me." She said playfully, but it wasn't a joke. 


While the Imperatrix charged up to blast the thing, she could get plenty of her own troops near it, prepared to move past the blockade. She could slip a good amount of her troops through it before they could close the gap up. The Motti's could as well.


"I'll tell the twins and my troops to get ready." No way would it be enough to take back Eriadu, but they could certainly put a dent in the number of clones on the planet. 


-


Hux nearly laughed at Phasma's name for the Imperials, a minuscule smirk resting on his face. 'Holdouts suits them.' That is what they were. Or had been.


But that smirk didn't rest on his face for long. Phasma expressed her confidence in pulling together their own Stormtroopers but then brought up the subject of Admiral Vallens and questioned what Hux would do with her. She pointed out that she might be captured, which could be true. On her own, she could fall asleep. Snoke could find her. Even if she was good at hiding or not. On the Finalizer, his father would be there. And there was not a good relationship between the Admiral and the Commandant.


Even if he moved Brendol, stationed him elsewhere, he'd find a way to get to Mira if he really wanted to. 


Hux sighed, resting his elbow on the desk and resting his forehead on that hand. He was comfortable enough, for a lack of a better word, around Phasma to be seen stressed and uncollected but just because he did it didn't mean he liked it. "If I'm honest, I don't know what to do with her. Obviously we can't let her go completely. She knows too much. Too useful." Another reason why Hux didn't want her to take 'personal time'.


"And until this issue with Snoke is resolved, she can't be privy to anything of importance, either." Too risky. Hux really hoped there was something to help Mira because he wasn't quite sure what to do if there wasn't.


-


"We will?" Rey questioned as she let Finn take her hand, her fingers wrapping around his own.


"We will," Finn confirmed as he pulled her away, the girl glancing back to Luke in a questioning manner.  Luke offered now verbal confirmation, simply nodded to let her now it was fine.


And so Luke was left alone with Mira.


"Mira." He meant for his voice to come out stern, authoritative. But that's not what happened. It came out unsure. On top of that, he wasn't sure where to begin, either. Should he bring up the copies first? Question her intentions? Or should he ask about the holocron and Qui-Gon? 'Begin with what you came to her for in the first place.'


Maybe that would actually lead into a conversation about Qui-Gon if that's where her intentions came from.


"I discovered the copies that you have a bunch of kids producing. Leia and your padawan," he wanted her to know that he was skeptical of that, disapproving, "wanted me to speak with you before I terminate them, to hear your reasoning behind why you wanted to copy the Jedi Guide."
 
“The tomb itself? Nothing, except how paranoid the Sith were,” Kylo answered as they entered the atmosphere and started to descend towards the landing pad. It was so nice being able to pilot. He didn’t really regret the loss of the clone trooper. At all. “There will be traps. The Sith wanted to guard their secrets from the ‘unworthy’,” Kylo didn’t roll his eyes, but it was clear in his tone he wanted to. “Should be good training for getting you to use the Force on a whim, now that you have some of the basics.”


Mostly, quick strength or quick speed. Those were the essentials in tomb travel.


Well, that, and feeling things out.


“The Book isn’t here, but other books, holocrons, or forms of knowledge may be here. We’ve found other interesting things,” and not every tomb was yet explored, “It’s worth a look,” and it was better than…anything else.


Kylo couldn’t sit still and just train her properly. He couldn’t deal with the slow methods, the meditation, not when Ariel and Gnaeus were caught.


The ship landed, and Kylo pulled himself out of his seat, “Gather what you would like, what you think we may need. I’ll gather some items as well.” Rope. Somehow they always needed rope. After the third time of not bringing it, they learned.


~***~


Johann was still no August, but he had learned one thing – look and listen. Ransolm saw it in his questioning gaze. He was not opposed to direction, or the input of others, the way his father wasn’t. Even if August still had much more confidence in himself and his ability to call the shots and lead.


‘Like now.’


How many had August ignored in coming here, to make an alliance with Hux?


“I’m hurt that you don’t recognize me,” Ransolm purposefully used a more gravelly voice, one that was hardly as pleasing as his true voice, before he flipped that velvety-smooth green hood off his head. He fixed his eyes upon Leia, and waited.


Leia looked at him, and no, she didn’t recognize him. Not with that scruff on his face, that dark hair, but it slowly pieced itself together.


“Senator Casterfo?” She was surprised.


“Hardly, they won’t let me in the senate. But, I am Ransolm.”


Leia could have cried. She had thought him as dead as Han, executed by his own world for a lie, and she had no power on Riosa. It had been this that had been one of the turning points for her starting the Resistance, becoming a General – the fact that the Senate wouldn’t be prepared to defend the New Republic. ‘And they weren’t….’


Ransolm moved a step by Johann as Leia stepped up the ramp quicker and threw her arms around him in an embrace, which he returned, “Now, isn’t this scandalous, Senator Organa?”


“General,” she laughed, breaking it almost as quick, “Not the most scandalous thing we’ve done,” the late night chats discussing ways to abuse senate loopholes. “You’re here to see…Tarkin?” Hesitation. Never mind that his son was right there.


Ransolm gave a nod, “I do rather owe him my life,” though now he sounded bitter about it.


~***~


The smirk remained present on August’s face as Alexander grumbled. He didn’t even bother trying to make out most of them, he just waited. “I will likely be there ahead of the reinforcements. I’m currently flying Revenant, so try not to destroy me when I pop out of stealth.”


They weren’t supposed to destroy any stealth ships, though. Immobilize and capture. Stealth material was hard enough to come by for August and the others that he wasn’t against pirating and pillaging it.


He also, still, wanted the Carrion Spike in his hands again. It was still one of the best stealth ships out there. “I’m going to update the time table now. I have my wrist contact if necessary.”


With that, he’d dismiss both Mottis, and walk hastily to the exit. He needed to catch Ransolm, probably have to walk with him to…wherever Hux was.


But finding Hux wasn’t going to be the issue. There were enough people watching his movements here, thankfully, and just about all of them respected him.


~***~


“Say no more. Give me five to ten and it’ll be gone,” the dark-haired woman turned on her heel, not stepping away, to shout out the command, “Recycle power! Put it to the weapon, not the shields.”


Not a soul questioned it, even if some faces showed anxiety about lowering the shields. Julia turned back to Adelaide then, “Make sure the twins know I’m going to need some cover.” Though they’d likely see that when the shields shimmered and fell away. “But we’ll have a break soon, I promise.”


This ship had been built with plans to take it against the Finalizer, after all. Snoke’s cute little ships would fall easily enough, but eventually, the Imperatrix wouldn’t have the ability to charge up so quick. Too many shots, one after another, would drain her down to fumes, and then they’d have to hide behind the shields and just fire what they could.


~***~


General Hux was not a man for rash decisions, and Phasma knew that the promotions of her and Mitaka were a long time coming. Admiral Vallens, she did not think, was 100% rash – Hux had reason to keep her around, and lock her into the First Order rather than let her slip more to the Resistance.


Yet, it remained a problem he had not been fully prepared to deal with.


“Your own training, and mine, were based off the Jedi. Where did your father get this information?” Commandant Hux could not be asked directly, but there had to be files somewhere. Something Hux himself knew when he implemented the training. “There may be something in there that we can consider and look at. You do seem resistant to the Force.”


To some degree. Was it natural, or trained?


Phasma did not know if she was herself, or if it would be enough. Kylo hadn’t been fool enough to try on her.


~***~


‘He has a name.’


Though the thought crossed her mind, the irritation that should have followed wasn’t there. Mira still felt deadened, exhausted, and it almost made Luke tolerable. She couldn’t feel as angry at him as she would have, or at least that’s what she suspected.


Yet she did take her time thinking of how to answer him, trying to think of where to begin, which reason to offer, or if she should offer them all, “We’re at war,” ended up being the first words out of her mouth, “and you’re a myth. The Jedi are a myth. I’ve seen it. Snoke will not be a myth soon, and the Knights are known. The idea of the Jedi needs to be restored to the galaxy. People need something to hope in, if they’re going to fight Snoke and his armies. The Jedi were a pillar of light.”


There was a sigh, a sigh that Luke didn’t make. That she didn’t make. She flinched at the sound, but otherwise, acted as if it didn’t exist. “I may not be a Jedi, but I can respect what they mean to the universe.”


"I think there’s still the word ‘jedi’ in what you are."


Still ignoring, even if Luke seemed to look around a moment. She pretended it coincidence. Looking for the direction of Rey. “It may also help those who are Force-sensitive avoid the…misuse of it,” she frowned. That wasn’t the word she wanted.


Luke noted, “Avoid the issues you’ve had with it.” He knew misuse wasn’t the word she wanted. Their ideas of misuse were different – too many misunderstandings in that word. Misuse was the dark side, which Mira evidently still practiced.


Mira gave a nod. “What if Snoke gets his hands on it?”


“What if? He will.” A calculated risk. “But he’ll lose more than he’ll gain. He’ll have more resistance to deal with, wherever he goes.”


Chuckles. Mira crossed her arms.


“And I take it you’re getting all of this from Qui-Gon?” Luke took it for granted, assumed now that Mira could hear him and was listening.


She shook her head, “I’ve taken some of his ideas, but I’m not sure he would have spread the Jedi Guide. He was still with the Jedi. Now he’s dead.”


“And that makes me irrelevant.” Qui-Gon said. “I feel so ignored. At least Kenobi humored me.”
 
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“Traps? Good for training?” Paquin sighed. She really missed Gnaeus and Ariel. She imagined they’d at least train in a safe, controlled, and predictable environment or as much as it could be. Not in tombs where the Sith wanted to guard their precious artifacts from those ‘unworthy’.


Safe, controlled, predictable. All things opposite of what the Knights were. Who Kylo Ren was. ‘I’m going to die.’


She did, however, take comfort in the fact that Kylo had been in tombs before. And he probably wouldn’t let her die. 


“I’ll grab some food, water. And the first aid kit, if it could even be called that.” It wouldn’t even be useful for anything other than a few scratches, really. But she’d still grab it. To comfort herself. She’d leave whatever they needed for the tomb up to Kylo, obviously. “Next time we go out for supplies, I’m getting better medical supplies.” With that, she moved to return to the Academy.


-


Leia’s eyebrows raised, “You do?” And then her eyes narrowed, “How did that come to be?” She questioned. She had a few questions. How was he not dead, where had he been, why hadn’t he contacted her before this. But she didn’t yet ask those questions yet. There was a time and place and with him here to see Tarkin, she wasn’t sure they’d even have time to get into it.


Leia did hope there’d be a time to discuss it all in depth. 


Johann at this point had shuffled off to the side, looking around awkwardly, “Excuse me, but I believe it might be wise to take this inside of the ship,” he suggested, “before someone unfriendly spots you.” Though, at this point, Johann wasn’t sure if it would matter. Leia was in an alliance with the First Order, it might reach someone within the organization.


Hopefully his father wouldn’t think this to be a failure on Johann’s part.


-


“Consider it done,” Adelaide assured Julia.


It was then that the Mottis coincidentally joined the call, the brothers’ forms joining Julia’s on Adelaide’s screen. “We’ve been given permission to open fire,” Alexander reported, clearly excited about that.


“He did say to be cautious,” Caius added, “We have reinforcements on the way.” And that obviously confirmed that Tarkin had in fact made an alliance with General Hux.


“Looks like you were right, Julia,” her husband did order an offensive strike. “We’re gearing up to blast a hole in the blockade. Power from the shields is being rerouted to the laser—“


“So the Imperatrix needs cover?” Caius assumed. 


“Yes. Prepare troops to send to the ground and some to support the Imperatrix.” And she would do the same.


-


Phasma and Mitaka’s promotions had been long overdue, yes. He did not regret in the slightest that those words came out of his mouth. And of course, Hux would never actually promote or instate someone into such a high position in the Order on a whim, not one hundred percent anyway.


But Hux had not previously thought of Mira’s position before arguing with his father. Not to an extent, anyway. He did trust Mira and she was useful. Force sensitive, smart. He couldn’t let her slip to the Resistance. Not to mention she was his friend. But other than that, it had simply slipped from his mouth. 


Hux nearly cringed at the mention of his training. It wasn’t something he liked reflecting on. “My father got his information from his time as an officer during the Clone Wars, when the Jedi Order was prominent. I’m sure he must’ve had some resource, a file, holocron, something pertaining to Jedi training. Clones. I know it from experiencing it.” And with the aid of his father. But as far as files went, nothing his father could have had originally.


“I can have his office and quarters searched, but I doubt it’ll contain anything that will help. I don’t know if my resistance to the Force is correlated with the training.”


-


“Obviously he’s not all that dead,” Luke commented, validating Qui-Gon but ignoring him for the most part. It seemed he was simply making commentary on the conversation. “He’s influencing you, isn’t he?” Luke sighed before moving back on topic.


“I still don’t believe your intentions are good, Mira. After all, you said you only took some of Qui-Gon’s ideas. Who else’s ideas have you taken?” Rhetorical question. “And when—if—Snoke gets his hands on the book, there goes the Jedi’s advantage. There're notes from generations of Jedi within that book. If he used that to strengthen the Knights…” then maybe he would gain something.


“If, if. I keep hearing that word.” Qui-Gin sighed. Maybe his genius wouldn’t be recognized. Not by Luke, anyway. He still had hope for Mira, even if she did seem to be ignoring him.


“But,” Luke ignored Qui-Gon. “Helping others to avoid misuse,” he meant it in both Mira’s sense and his own, “Reinstating the Jedi and what they were. A beacon of hope. That’s what my goal was,” which he hadn’t achieved. “Is.” He corrected. “And even if you have malicious intent, if at least one person, one Force-sensitive gets that book, some good still comes out of it.” Was he letting the books slide? There was still confliction within Luke. 


To spite Mira and destroy the books or potentially help someone. Multiple someones.
 
Kylo Ren would let Paquin grab those basics. Food and water were always necessary, no matter how small the tomb looked. It usually ended up being far larger, or far more difficult, than it looked. Some tombs could take days to get through. “I’ll grab the rest,” he informed, and split from Paquin. “I’ll meet you here,” or she’d meet him here, “It’s easier to fly to the tombs.”


With that, Kylo then split from Paquin. First, he did go to the basement. Explosives were necessary at times, so he grabbed a few of those. He also grabbed a couple glow-rods – they tended to last longer than flashlights. ‘Always have the lightsaber.’ He rolled his eyes at his own thought, continued on.


Rope was gathered. Datapads for recording information on the tomb itself. Kylo wouldn’t actually write anything, but pictures were always useful.


He didn’t bother with picks or other such tools – the lightsaber would handle that.


He grabbed a pack to shove all the items into and racked his brain for what else might be needed. Unfortunately, he couldn’t think of much else that he couldn’t just use the Force for.


So, with his few supplies, and a second pack for Paquin, he walked back to the ship to await her and go over what she had picked up.


~***~


“It seems like a long story, but it isn’t,” Ransolm answered, and nodded to Johann. “Yes, we…,” but he saw August exiting his ship then. The pace, the tension, everything spoke of bad news from the Mottis. “Well, another time, Leia,” he sounded sincerely apologetic.


There was much more to discuss, much more to catch up on, but he was here for a reason, and August was starting to lose his composure.


Leia looked momentarily confused, but turned half-way on the ramp to see August coming towards them.


Ransolm shut the door of his ship and walked down the ramp, receiving the scowl from August. “Are we done hiding out now?”


“You’ve cut an alliance with the First Order,” Ransolm said, deciding to be bold, “What do I need to hide from?”


“Riosa and the New Republic.” The First Order wasn’t actually the threat – but they knew that. “Never mind, I need to find General Hux, we can talk on the way.” A glance to Leia, “Organa. Do you know where General Hux is?” Just in case.


~***~


More figures. Julia had walked away from the console then, but she didn’t turn it off as the shields refocused. She heard the Mottis – or rather, Caius – predict her needs. “Don’t worry, Admiral Caius,” it was the only way to make it clear which one she was talking to, “We’ll shield the Imperatrix right after so Admiral Alexander can have his fun.”


Raining down hell upon the various ships. Julia would enjoy it from the background. Might join in a TIE.


It had been quite fun before, but she suspected she wouldn’t. Fun as it was, she had a job, and her job was not getting in one of those suicide ships.


“Tarkin, shields are down,” and almost immediately the Imperatrix rocked from an attack, and Julia had to grip the back of a seat to get her bearings. “Weapon at 20%.”


“Keep it charging,” the cover was flying in as they spoke, and she smiled. All teeth. All feral.


~***~


 Their training was different, Phasma knew, but had never questioned the details. Hux didn’t like discussing his training. No doubt, he had modified hers and the rest of the Stormtroopers to be something less…traumatizing. “It seems at this point we are left with few options if you wish Admiral Vallens to remain a part of the First Order. If no way is found to defend her from Snoke, then we will not have many options left to us.”


Phasma did not say the obvious.


That Mira would have to be removed, at the very least, from the First Order.


At the worst, that Mira would have to be killed to protect what they knew.


Phasma didn’t want that. Hux wouldn’t hear that. “She is useful. I would see her remain,” she said, then shifted the topic back, “At the moment, though, what I can do is prepare for Eriadu. How much of our forces would you like me to organize for our move to Eriadu, and how quickly? Are we looking more at ground combat, or aerial?”


The Admiral was out.


But Phasma knew her soldiers well enough.


~***~


‘Not all that…?’


Mira didn’t ask. She wasn’t going to confess that she was going insane, on top of literally losing her mind to Snoke.


“I know your goal is to reinstate the Jedi. I know your goal is to help. Right now, I don’t care much if you think my intentions are good. You can see how they would be. You can see the negative aspect as well. We have to take both with this move – the good and the bad. People will be helped by the Jedi Guide. People will be empowered by it, those with and without the Force, to stand up to Snoke. Snoke will also learn from it.” She wasn’t using ‘if’. It was known to her. "It isn't just the Jedi advantage that you need to be concerned with. Snoke will be put at a disadvantage by the universe. You may lose your edge, but the Resistance, First Order, and Universe will gain an edge." She couldn't help but suddenly think of Kevan, and his words about how great names didn't need to do everything.


Perhaps he was right. Again.


“That’s better,” Qui-Gon commented.


“Kylo will learn from it. Perhaps something good, to bring him back, but I doubt a book is going to do that.” A snort. Qui-Gon. “The only question is if you are going to terminate the books.” As he’d hinted at.


“Will you stand in my way if I do?”


“Yes.” It would absolutely put her at odds with Leia. With the Resistance. But she was getting that knowledge out there, come high water or the howling void.


Luke considered saying he was going to terminate them, for spite. To make Mira show her colors to everyone else. However, “No. I do not plan to,” he could see the good. The bad. He could even see how it might help Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, or at least bring him closer to the light. If he could read what was in there, perhaps he'd understand where Luke had been coming from all those years. If Mira could read it, perhaps she'd move away from this path she seemed to be on, too.


“It will pay off, Luke,” Qui-Gon said.


“Maybe,” Luke finally addressed Qui-Gon, “That future is yet to be seen.” When Mira arched an eyebrow, tried to appear confused, Luke asked, “You do hear him, don’t you?”


“I…don’t know what you’re talking about.”


“She can hear me. She’s denying it because her mind is breaking down, which funnily enough, she was actually looking for you in regards to that. Snoke isn’t taking their break-up well.” Mira shut her eyes tight, annoyed. “Well it was going to take forever for you to say it. You have the pride of Master Windu.”
 
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Paquin first went to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit. 'The sad, sad first aid kit.' She threw her hand sanitizer in it, as well. It wouldn't actually help if anyone was injured, but it still made her feel a little bit better.


She moved on to the kitchen afterwards. She shimmied herself up onto the counter to rifle through the cupboards. Paquin collected some of her dried fruits. Those were sustainable and would be for a while, in case they managed to get themselves stuck in the tomb. Of course, she didn't only grab the dried fruits. She grabbed the one can of soup that Ariel bought for some reason, as well as a bag of frozen vegetables. 


'We could heat them up with lightsabers, I suppose.' If needed. Paquin was preparing for the worst as best as she could.  She grabbed a one-gallon jug of water and added it to the stockpile, getting ready to head to the ship before she had another thought. 'That plant.' She'd give it a little more water. 


"You're probably going to outlive all of us, huh?" She spoke to the plant as she filled it up at the sink, stroking a leaf as if it were an animal. She set it off to the side once she was finished.


She didn't know where any bags of any sort were to carry all the items to the ship and she struggled to get it all into her small arms. 'The Force!' If she had it, why not use it? She knew how to move things with it, like Kylo for example. And it came easy enough to lift the things she couldn't hold. And with that, she returned to the ship.


-


It seemed to Leia that an alliance between the First Order and Tarkin had been made official. This meant Leia prepared herself to assist with Tarkin's situation. She wasn't terribly thrilled, but she had given Hux her consent.


And so Leia offered, "I'm not sure. I suggest checking the Foreign Language building, though." That's where the prisoners were. Where Mira had been. And not only did Leia think Hux would want to be around for the...questioning, to put it lightly. But also because it seemed that Mira and Hux did seem to be around each other quite a bit. It was Leia's best guess.


Johann spoke up then, cautiously so, "Am I needed, father?" Things seemed rather urgent. His need to see General Hux immediately after speaking to the Mottis. Johann so wished he'd been witness to the conversation.


He wanted to ask questions, he wanted to know if his mother was okay, what was going on. But it didn't seem like the time. Not with Ransolm there and the urgency. He trusted that August would share any news pertaining to Julia or anything that was necessary to know.


-


Hux would have his father's quarters checked. Double check his own files. He really doubted there was anything that Mira didn't know. After all, she'd been at Luke's Jedi academy. With actual Jedi training. But still. He'd put as much effort into finding an answer as he could to avoid the worst case scenario. Getting rid of Mira in some way.


In the unspoken way.


Hux couldn't imagine killing her, nor did he think he'd even do it if came to that. Not that she'd even let him, either. 'Brendol would be disappointed.' His mind decided to remind him. That was what most of his own training had emphasised on. No attachments, being able to kill literally anyone at any time. 'I don't care.' He argued with his own head.


And he still had that second holocron. And there was still Luke.


Thankfully, Phasma shifted the subject. "Ground, I believe. I didn't hear Tarkin's allies' numbers, but he stated his own and I don't see it being enough to cover the planet. And that's how many troops we need, enough to hold out on the ground. But not to the point of us being worn thin. A few squads of low flying TIE fighters should be added to the mix, as well. I wouldn't worry too much about aerial forces, however. Get that moving soon, at this point, it's only a matter of time."


-


Luke had thought Mira could hear Qui-Gon and was simply ignoring him. He had said he felt ignored. But it appeared she was denying his existence because she thought he was a delusion, a voice in her head. Which was understandable, he didn't have a body. Even if he did, though, he could be a hallucination. But that didn't matter now.


What did matter was that her mind was breaking down, Snoke wasn't helping, and she'd been coming to him for his help. "Thank you, Master Jinn," Luke addressed him formally. Luke hesitated in asking for more information. Again, there was an urge to dismiss Mira, not help her just because. But Luke couldn't do that, morally.


He couldn't fail to help her again. So many times, it seemed. He sighed.


"Mira, would you care to elaborate?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow. "Have you not yet consulted the book?" She had to have had if she was coming to him. He imagined he'd be the last person she'd come to for help. Maybe she'd grown desperate.
 
Kylo was pleased when Paquin returned, carrying everything via the Force. “Well done,” he commended the use of it.


Carrying things was usually one of the first things that came when one started to get a grip on the Force. After all, it came in handy. “Here,” he offered her a pack, “You can start to put everything away into it on the ship,” it wouldn’t work to carry everything as she was now, into a Sith tomb.


An apple would end up setting off a Sith trap, no doubt.


Kylo turned back into the ship, and set his pack down, “Would you mind looking through what we have, in case you think of something that might be useful?” He was racking his own brain, but nothing was coming to mind that he didn’t think the Force or a lightsaber would solve.


If she didn’t think of anything, either, he’d start the ship up and head to one of the tombs he was pretty sure no one had yet investigated. There were several further from the Academy that they hadn’t had the time to thoroughly search through yet. One of them might contain something of interest, though he didn’t know who’s tombs they were.


That was another problem…there were no good labels for who the tombs belonged to on the outside.


~***~


August gave a sharp nod at her direction, and then heard Johann.


He’d forgotten, in his own haste, and he forced himself to take a breath. He motioned Ransolm down and off the ramp, before he walked to Johann. No calming hand to the shoulder. His words were direct, “Julia is safe upon the Imperatrix,” well, as safe as one could be on a ship of war.


Johann would know what it meant, “You need to decide if you would like to stay here, come with me to Eriadu, or fly elsewhere,” they had friends. Johann was the heir, and though August would want him to be there, he also wanted him protected, prepared for the future if this was a losing battle. “Take the time to think.”


It was an irksome feeling, the need to protect him, and the want of him to be there – a father’s love and a family’s pride often warred within him when it came to Johann.


“Eriadu’s under attack? Now?” Ransolm had heard of the blockade, but….


“Yes, Casterfo,” that edge to his tone. He didn’t like not being present. Didn’t like the thought of the Imperatrix being blown out of the sky and he wasn’t there to do anything. Didn’t like the helplessness of it all in general. “Now let’s go find General Hux to make sure his troops move.”


And Leia spoke up then, “I’ll see that some of my own forces start moving, as well.”


August paused, a moment, looking at the other General. He knew the alliance existed between Leia and Hux, but he was not sure the terms. If it meant she would aid his allies, and viceversa.


He wasn’t about to argue or question. That was for peacetime.


So he just nodded, and walked on with Ransolm.


~***~


“I understand,” fortunately, ground was where Phasma excelled, and ground was definitely what Phasma knew best. “I will begin the arrangements to move to Eriadu immediately,” trooper ships, TIES, and a few of their larger battleships to provide cover for the landing ones. “Are we able to move the ships to Eriadu now, or do you merely want them prepared?”


Phasma was mentally checking off the lists of troops to send, rehashing Eriadu’s atmosphere and geography in her mind. The only thing she didn’t know much about Eriadu was the Carrion – but no one knew the Carrion.


Well, August, of course, if rumors were true of the Tarkin trials.


Either way, the Carrion could handle itself. Phasma would see that the cities and civilians were protected with the Stormtroopers and TIEs.


~***~


Master Jinn wasn’t an illusion. Mira wanted to be angry, but that exhaustion ate away at it. The thought of asking why now also evaporated to cold logic.


The answer was obvious: her mind was breaking. Even if Jinn wasn’t a hallucination, he was a symptom of a weakening mind.


“I haven’t had time to read the book. I do not think I have time, now.” She didn’t open her eyes as Luke asked about the issue. She took seconds, again, to think of how to answer him. “It started when I slept. Snoke was getting into my head, getting information on what I had witnessed. I was able to see some of his plans, then,” open doors, “enough to recognize what was going on when General Organa and General Hux’s meeting was interrupted.”


Enough to save Leia before she went to the window. “I haven’t slept since figuring it out. He’s starting to get into my head now when I am awake, whenever I drop my guards. He knows.” The truly scary part. “He’s going to learn where you are,” a slight break in her voice, the fear that could get through the exhaustion. “Everything.” Finn being Force sensitive. Rey.


“So you see the issue, Luke.” It wasn’t just Mira at stake. Luke was now at stake. Finn’s identity as Force sensitive, was at stake. The Resistance. The First Order. “Unfortunately, I do not have answers for her.”
 
Paquin was pretty proud of herself for her usage of the Force and Kylo’s comment only added to it. She happily accepted the bag offered to her and once she was in the ship, she let the items drop into the bag. She set the pack down by the copilots seat, grabbing Kylo’s bag during her move to sit down.


“Okay, but I’ve never been into a tomb with traps before,” She said, pulling it into her lap. She opened it up and began looking through it. There was datapads, rope for some reason, glow-rods. Which Paquin didn’t think was necessary, they had lightsabers, after all. Kylo’s would probably give one of them a seizure, though, since it wasn’t steady. And then—


Paquin jumped and immediately pulled her hand out of the bag when her hand touched explosives. ‘Those could have exploded!’ Her thoughts complained. Maybe she was overreacting. “Um, I think we’re fine.” She couldn’t think of anything that lightsabers, the Force, or explosives couldn’t take care of. But then again, she wasn’t sure what these tombs contained. 


She carefully moved the bag off of her lap and onto the ship floor. It wasn’t going to explode on her watch.


-


Julia was okay, for now, and Johann was relieved. ‘For now.’  Johann already had his answer for his father. He figured that’s what his father would want. And it was what he himself wanted, to be apart of the issue on Eriadu. It would be good for him.


But for now, he’d return to his debate team until his father came to receive him.


And Ransolm would let August lead him to the Foreign Language building. “So, this is what you called me here for?” To inform him of the awful state Eriadu was in. A part of Ransom understood the alliance, but did he like it? No.


It was at the entrance of the Foreign Language building that they’d be stopped by Stormtroopers informing them that they didn’t have permission to enter the building. 


August may have been a fellow redhead to Hux, but that didn’t give him immediate access.


-


General Hux was unbelievably thankful for Phasma. Her promotion really was long overdue. He wasn’t sure where or what the Order would be without her expertise. ‘A mess is what it would be.’


“Get them heading towards Eriadu,” like he’d been saying, it couldn’t be long now. If they had to wait, they had to wait. If the First Order’s presence triggered a scuffle, then so be it. They’d be ready. “I’ll have Governor Tarkin tell his allies to expect us, so we’re not shot out of space.” He said, standing then.


Their military shared a lot of similarities to Snoke’s, after all. At least, from what Hux’s had seen. Telling the difference could be difficult, unless they were up close, viewing tiny details.


“I’ll also ask him about his allies and figure out who the troopers can take orders from.” Obviously it could just be those within the Order, as Tarkin’s people knew more about the situation. And unfortunately, it seemed General Keil would end up being one of those he’d give permission to.


Now he’d regain his composure to go and speak to these people.


-


Luke caught the break in Mira’s voice and he realized then—even if she hid it very well—she was scared. Understandably so. 


He also realized that this was not only Mira who was in danger. He himself was, his existence that he wanted to keep hidden. Rey’s safety was at stake, her training. And he’d promised Obi-Wan that he’d keep his granddaughter safe. And there was Finn, who he couldn’t truly fault for picking Mira as his teacher.


All that was left of the Jedi, even if some of them weren’t really Jedi.


And then his sister, the Resistance. And the First Order, even if he didn’t really care about their morals and ideals, they would help in bringing down Snoke.


Even if he didn’t want to help Mira, he had to help for the others, if he could. “I don’t think the book will help.” What he’d learned in hiding was not from the book. “But I don’t know if I can teach you using my ways.” They hadn’t worked before. “Master Jinn, have you spoken to Obi-Wan or Yoda lately?” Maybe Obi-Wan or Master Yoda could help, even if that’s where he’d learned from.


And Qui-Gon was his best bet at getting their attention. Yoda was off doing some sort of searching. Ben could be doing anything at all. And Luke needed him to speak to Rey, as well.
 
Kylo noticed the sudden jump from Paquin and the way she was quick to remove her hand from the bag. It didn’t take a genius to guess why, “They’re not active yet,” how many times had Han told that to others?


Enough to make Kylo roll his eyes at the thought anyone could think the things were just going to explode at a second’s notice.


Even so, she seemed satisfied with what was in there, so Kylo started the ship and took it high up into the atmosphere of Korriban. He had figured out which tomb he wanted to go exploring by then, and flew them several thousand miles from the Academy to come before a crumbling tomb; all that was left of its guardian statues were the bottom of their robes besides the long staircase up towards the entrance.


The entrance that only an idiot would ever use. Kylo still parked the ship right by the stairs, rather than at the top of it. “Rule number one of tomb exploring: don’t go to the main entrance,” he said as he moved out of his seat and pulled his pack up and over one shoulder, “It will never take you where you need to go, if it doesn’t outright kill you.”


Learned that the hard way. A few times.


It always took so long to figure out where the ‘true’ entrance was.


~***~


They walked, and August answered Ransolm, “No. I wanted to tell you in person that you may no longer spy on the First Order,” the words were out of his mouth just before they were in earshot of the Stormtroopers.


Close enough that Ransolm couldn’t very well shout or react without causing a scene, though August saw it in the twitch of lips and the flare of his nose. ‘We aren’t done with Carise.’ He wanted to say, but didn’t. ‘Nor Terex.’ Those were personal issues, however.


August was also quite used to getting his way, so he had expected to be able to just walk in. Being stopped at the door put a bitter taste in his mouth, “Very well,” he told the Stormtrooper who stopped him. “Are Hux, Phasma, and Vallens there?"


"Vallens is no longer here."


August's grin was wicked as he said, "Tell General Hux I’ve gone to see Admiral Vallens.”


That would get a reaction.


August didn’t wait for the Trooper to move. He just turned on his heel and started to walk. “Who?” Ransolm hadn’t heard this news yet.


“Mira Ren.”


Again, that snap. The flare of the nostrils, and the revealing of teeth. “A Sith?” The hatred Ransolm had was understandable. What Darth Vader had done to his world, his parents, was unforgivable.


“Maybe,” August offered as his only response, “You’re allowed to spy on her once she determines what she is, outside the Order. As you may still spy on Carise, so far as her actions as a senator. If Hux asks, we never knew anything different.” Anyone with a second persona, Ransolm could easily have secondary reasons for being around. And there would be a second role. Second face. Somehow, August was certain of it. She was not Jedi. Not Sith. That meant, something new.


And there were always eyes on her. August only needed to stop a few people to get a gist of Mira’s direction.


~***~


“Yes, sir,” Phasma didn’t need further direction than that. Right then, ranks wouldn’t matter. They would matter after the dust had settled, but not just yet. She was glad it would be a plan to get that all hashed out.


She set her datapad down then, and with a few quick taps, an officer back on the Finalizer appeared before her. “Lieutenant-General,” this one had already been briefed.


He was facing so he couldn’t see Hux.


“Lieutenant, prepare squad RN of TIEs to go to Eriadu, escorting squadrons RL, PH,” her favorite, “FN, EX, WK, KV, and JT,” that one might be useful for the Carrion, “There is a blockade there. You are to await further orders and remain stationed. You may only move in an aggressive fashion if you are attacked, or if the blockade around Eriadu is broken. I want the TIEs flying low, they are not meant to engage in combat above the atmosphere if they can prevent it.”


“Ma’am,” the lieutenant nodded. “I will see to it immediately. Anything else?”


“Let RN-0003 know the Admiral will wish to see them, and,” a dismissive gesture, “Get a message to Terex stating the same,” she wasn’t doing it. She was sick of Terex just blowing her off or hanging up. He wasn’t worth her time right then. “Be prepared to send other squadrons at a moment’s notice. We may need to pull some out.”


“Understood, ma’am.”


~***~


Mira had feared Luke’s answer, but suspected it. Her mind ran through a thousand alternatives, but came up empty. Sleep was inevitable. And when she slept…


A flicker of lightning. Mira balled her hand around it, as if that could contain it. That internal squeeze of the Force's pressure returned and she took a step back from Luke, to keep him out of range.


She didn’t want to think of it. She tried to stop the thoughts from turning into a panicked swirl into madness.


“Master Yoda has been moving between Mortis and Coruscant, though he has not divulged the reason to me. Obi-Wan I have not seen in a while,” it felt like a while, anyway. “Honestly, I had thought he would be with you.” Perhaps something had gone wrong. “I’m not omniscient.”


Luke shook his head at the assumption, "No, he hasn't been with me for a little while now," strange. Where could he have gone?


“I was going to take a trip to Coruscant anyway,” Mira told them, “I doubt Yoda will want to speak with me.”


“I may be able to convince him. Greater good,” maybe not, though. But Luke certainly understood that much. “If he’s on Coruscant. If he’s on Mortis….” Jinn didn’t finish the thought.


Mortis was a great place to go.


Mortis was also a terrible, terrible place to go. "There's nothing you can assist with, Luke?" Even Qui-Gon sounded a touch disappointed. A touch worried.
 
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Paquin was expecting to go through the front entrance. They'd landed right in front of them after all. She would have been that idiot if Kylo hadn't said something about it. Thinking back, she did realize it was dumb of her. Luckily she didn't realize it too late. "Noted." She commented as she stood from her seat. Though, she was curious as to what would happen if they did go up those stairs.


She wasn't stupid enough to test it. 


She grabbed the pack and slipped her arms through both of the straps, securing it to her. "So, there's another entrance then? Or do we make one?" With explosives. That seemed silly to her, as it could set of traps within the tomb. Maybe they could do it with the lightsaber. 


She had no clue, so she'd follow Kylo. Surely he knew what he was doing.


-


Hux nearly laughed at the dismissive gesture when referring to Terex. He could tell she was annoyed even speaking about the man. And for that reason he didn't laugh.


Instead, "Thank you, Phasma." But he was curious, "Mira wants to see Terex? For what?" Wasn't Terex the one with the Carrion Spike? Would August want that back? Probably.


If he did, Tarkin could deal with Terex himself. That would be amusing to see.


But Hux wouldn't yet find out what Mira wanted with Terex. Instead, a Stormtrooper made its way down the stairs and into the room Hux and Phasma occupied. "General, sir. August Tarkin came looking for you, Lieutenant-General Phasma, and Admiral Vallens. I told him he wasn't allowed in and Admiral Vallens was not present. He's gone looking for her now."


Hux's jaw clenched at the news. "Damn it," he mumbled under his breath. He told August he'd get back to him. Mira couldn't be informed of the situation. "Next time, let him in." Now Hux had to go find them before August could get any information out. 


-


Luke sighed. He could hear the disappointment in Qui-Gon's voice, too. "Meditate, Mira, in place of sleep. You'll strengthen your connection with the Force, and it'll refresh you." Obviously, she had to have someone around so she didn't actually fall asleep since she would be in a relaxed state. Somehow he felt that wasn't what Mira nor Qui-Gon would want to hear, considering it wasn't much of a solution.


So, he added. "I'll consult the book to see if I can find anything to help." Luke couldn't pinpoint where in his own training that Yoda and Obi-Wan had enforced his ability to hide so well. Maybe the book could do that.


It was then that he spotted a redhead, not Hux, and another man wearing a hooded robe. He knew they were coming for Mira. Obviously they weren't there for a poorly disguised Jedi or the voice of a dead one.


And the dark-haired man's face was not a happy one.


"You have company, Mira." He informed her, nodding behind her. "I'll check the book and see what I can find, but I suggest you go to Coruscant or Mortis to look for Yoda." He was the wisest of them all, Luke figured.
 
“There is another entrance,” Kylo said, “It’s meant for Force sensitives,” that was the way onto the right path. The Sith tested those who would find their secrets, so the first test was always to find the entrance that was more or less, protected by the Force.


Kylo was still amazed by how these things held. Sith powers, trapped in time and held firm. Their artifacts and talismans, written into walls and empowered for all of time.


Kylo didn’t understand their language, but he knew what to look for. He didn’t bother climbing up the stairs first, but walked around the base, eyes skimming it, until at last he came to what he was looking for.


“See that?” He gestured towards the engravings all around the base, “The five triangles, shaped like a square?” As in, four triangles at each corner of a square, and one in the very center, “That’s what we’re looking for.”


Kylo held his hand out. This step was the easiest – just a Force Push, and the triangles pressed into the engraving.


The stone moved, pushing back into the tunnel, and then sliding aside to allow Kylo and Paquin passage into the dark. Kylo took out a glowrod then, shook it awake, and walked forward with the blue light glowing in his hand.


~***~


Phasma was about to answer Hux about the Terex situation, but they were interrupted by a Stormtrooper. Phasma let him speak, and gave a nod to dismiss him after Hux cursed and spoke of just letting August in.


“I suggested Terex to Mira as one of those who knew our ships and forces well, and he may be one of the few who can rival Mira in knowledge of the universe itself,” Mira had been in Wild Space for the majority of her time, but no doubt she still knew the galaxy proper well.


Most of their pilots didn’t, knowing only where they were sent and based. Terex knew it, though. Knew the First Order. Knew the Imperial system.


His only problem was that he was an asshole with too many spies and authority issues. “Him and RN-0003 were high on my recommendations list, but I suspect Mira will want to meet them to make her own decision, from more than files. Now, sir, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll finish up here, and see the two Knights moved to the Finalizer,” they couldn’t stay here, and they weren’t going to finish questioning them here. Not with a move to Eriadu imminent. “You go find the Governor before he does something stupid.”


August wasn’t informed of the Mira situation, Phasma hoped.


~***~


Meditate, Luke said.


Meditate was always his solution and it grated on Mira to no end. If meditation had ever truly worked, Mira would be the best at this by now. ‘It will help with resting.’ Except she had to keep active, had to keep looking for an answer, and that didn’t allow meditation. ‘I’m going to die.’


Of course she was.


Sooner than planned, but yes.


Well, she needed to make a hell of an impact then. To Coruscant. “Thank you, Mas—Luke.” That relationship was long severed, even if he was assisting. She would let Luke leave in peace, then. Escape the politics of figures like Tarkin.


She turned to see August Tarkin and a stranger. She wanted to ask Qui-Gon how difficult Yoda was going to be, but first things first: mundane issues. “Admiral Vallens,”


“Governor Tarkin. How can I help you?”


“By wasting time until Hux comes to fetch me away from you,” he said it so bluntly, that Ransolm turned his head towards him, more amused than he planned on being. “This is Ransolm Casterfo of Riosa. He doesn’t like you, yet. Darth Vader issues. Which, I have been meaning to ask: what are you?”


Mira arched an eyebrow, “Human, last I knew.”


August liked the answer, but he shook his head. “No, no. Are you Jedi? Sith?”


“Gray Jedi.” Qui-Gon said, clearly wanting her to say it, too.


She had no opposition to it, even if she was still tempted to answer 'knight', “Gray Jedi. Why are wasting time for Hux?”


“Has Hux mentioned I wanted to speak with you?”


“No….”


“That’s why, then.” Because he wasn’t going to overstep any boundaries, but he was going to upset Hux.  


"Why did you want to speak with me?" Mira inquired, looking between him and this 'Ransolm', wondering if it had something to do with that. She couldn't see why, but of course, she didn't really know who Ransolm was. The name meant nothing to her.
 
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Paquin went as far as reaching out and grabbing onto Kylo’s pack as they entered the tomb, lit only by the blue glow-rod. There was a noticeable difference in temperature between the outside Korriban and the tomb, the tomb being colder. 


She walked directly behind Kylo, doing her best not to stray too far from his own steps, in case that much could set something off. 


She shuffled behind Kylo longer than she expected to before coming across a trap. She let her hand drop from his pack but she still didn’t feel at ease. And not just because the place was creepy. “I have a bad feeling about this.” She whispered.


Her timing seemed to be perfect as almost immediately after that a rumbling began. “Um,” Paquin paused then, looking around, her hand once again reaching out for Kylo. It was then that it seemed the first bit of the tomb began to crumble, as she both heard and saw bits of the ceiling fall down behind them. Then rapidly after that did the ceiling cave in completely, huge rocks piling on top of each other, the minimal light from the outside disappearing. The only light remaining was from the glow-rod.


Kylo and Paquin managed to be out of reach of the crumbling roof, but then there was the issue of them being trapped in the tomb. “Did I do that?”


-


Phasma actually recommended Terex to Mira? ‘Huh.’ There also came a brief thought if Mira having a right hand being a good idea, especially Terex who most definitely wouldn’t listen to Phasma nor Hux if they told him to withhold something from Mira. Hopefully, they’d have some resolution to the Snoke issue by then, though.


But Hux didn’t have much time to ponder on it, as every second spent in the room meant more time for August or Mira to figure things out that they weren’t supposed to.


“I’ll find you when news of Eriadu comes.” He told her, nodding in both dismissal and goodbye before making his exit.


He didn’t know where Mira was, except for wherever Luke would be at this point. But asking for Mira would provide more answers than for Luke. And so he did stop an officer that happened to pass by him outside of the Foreign Language building. Asking for the Admiral did, in fact, lead him to being directed towards the hangars he’d been in earlier.


And so that’s where he went. And that’s where he’d find Mira, Tarkin, a mystery man, and a retreating Jedi. He felt his lip twitch ever so slightly into his usual snarl. He still felt that August had ulterior motives with Mira, other than getting to know his enemy. 


He approached from behind, catching a bit of Mira’s question of why he wanted to speak with her, and Hux hoped that he’d gotten there at just the right time. “Governor Tarkin, you were looking for me?” He said as he was a few steps away, moving around the mystery man that he did not recognize and taking up space next to Mira.
 
Kylo didn’t even glance back at the rumbling.


Ariel had tried to avoid this trap. He had given up. He wasn’t sure what set it off, but the entrance almost always fell in. He shook his head when Paquin asked, and answered her, though it was whispered, “Always happens. As if I can’t remove the stone with the Force.”


The traps did seem to get progressively more difficult when it came to using the Force.


But first it had to branch out like a labyrinth, and that was always different. At the first turn, Kylo went right, after examining the wall again. “Ariel says the tapestries have clues about direction, but I can’t read this old language,” he informed Paquin.


They were going progressively down, a slant to the path.


Kylo came to an immediate halt before the next turn, then stepped quickly back, hoping Paquin would follow his lead. If not, he had an arm out to drag her along with him, just as lightning eviscerated the area in front of him. Not the standard blue-white, either.


This was red.


~***~


August could not help the slight laugh that escaped him, especially at the look Ransolm gave him, and the look Mira gave to Hux. “You shouldn’t doubt me,” said to both, before he spoke to Hux, “Right on schedule,” as if this had all been orchestrated.


Which, it had been, and August wanted Hux aware that he had learned one way to play the General. He wasn’t sure which of them Hux didn’t trust – himself, or Mira – but he enjoyed it all the same. “Unfortunately, Mira, our time is up, but next time I will want to discuss the endeavors in Wild Space your apprentice mentioned when he was trying to recruit me to Snoke, years ago.” A small stiffening, a touch of both suspicion and wonder, but Mira didn’t speak to it, just nodded.


Yes, she’d want to find out a bit more of that, and August’s own curiosities.


Then, August let his attention shift to Hux, “We’ve another matter to discuss,” and he didn’t say what. He’d established already that Hux hadn’t told Mira yet, so he would not bring it up, “This is Ransolm Casterfo,” he offered by way of introduction, watching the expression to see if Hux knew the name. “He’ll learn everything from me, anyway,” by way of saying, he was trustworthy. On par with Phasma, the same as Johann, Julia, and Adelaide.


And he wanted Ransolm to assess Hux, too. They had the future to plot, after Snoke. Johann knew his hopes. Ransolm would help shape reality and prepare.


Ransolm did not put on a happier expression. “Shall we?” August asked, and Mira took a step back, signaling her understanding that the topic wasn’t meant to involve her.


Hux could have the honors of dismissing Mira himself, if he didn’t want her involved in the conversation at all.
 
Well, as long as she hadn’t messed something up already.


Paquin followed Kylo as he moved, more to his side now rather than directly behind him. Her eyes wandered around the now blue-tinted tomb. Kylo said the tapestries held directions but he couldn’t read them. ‘That’s smart. Wander around a trap-ridden Force tomb and not understand the language.’


Paquin would have walked right into the lightning had Kylo’s arm not stopped her. ‘Maybe it doesn’t matter.’  She needed to pay more attention, it seemed.


Where did they go now? The lightning seemed like the right way, though. And upon closer inspection, it seemed like the right way. She saw another one of those triangle squares clear across. It would have been impossible to get to, had there not been the Force. No object could squeeze through the lightning. “I could reach that, right?” She questioned, more to herself, in a whisper. It didn’t hurt to try. 


Her previous usages of the Force must have helped. Moving things, that Force jump. Pushing it came easy once she copied what Kylo had done outside of the tomb, and the red lightning stopped once the shapes were pressed into the wall. But then there was the issue of the now crumbling floor. That was an easy fix she supposed. Jumping or something. But now, “Which way do we go?”


-


Hux did not appreciate that laugh nor did he like the fact that August had something on him. Something that seemed to now be proven to have the General come running. His jaw shifted and clenched, but he managed not to twitch. ‘How do I prevent that?’ Hux questioned himself. 


Well, he couldn’t. There was Hux’s lack of trust in Tarkin which he didn’t imagine would go away and then there was that worry for Mira which was not connected to Snoke learning information.


He didn’t like the mentions of Mira’s missions in Wild Space or of her apprentice. Nor the fact that Kevan had tried to recruit Tarkin and he didn’t know about it. Nothing was said, however.


Hux glanced to Ransolm, whose name was familiar. From where was the question. His mind kept wandering to politics, which would connect him to Tarkin. He didn’t look familiar, however. He said nothing of the man either, though he didn’t trust him. It wouldn’t matter, anyway. “Yes,” he turned to Mira then. He wanted to ask what Luke had said, if he had any answers. And what the hell Tarkin wanted to know about her endeavors. “Keep busy,” he offered, not in an attempt to embarrass her, but more as a ‘be careful’ without saying the words. Not in front of Tarkin. 


Her official dismissal came in the form of a nod.


Whatever it was Tarkin wanted to discuss, Mira likely couldn’t hear any of it. He turned back to August then. “I haven’t had the chance to bring up speaking with you to her.” He said, a lie, waiting until Mira was out of earshot to bring up anything important. “I have spoken to Lieutenant-General Phasma, however. We’re preparing to move to Eriadu as we speak.” He added once he was sure Mira wouldn’t hear them.
 
Kylo heard Paquin whisper something as his own thoughts moved to how to get by the lightning. He hadn’t noticed the triangle, until the lightning stopped, and he saw the indent in the wall. Then Paquin’s words connected and he smiled.


It flickered at the sound of the floor starting to fall. “Forward. Left.” Kylo didn’t take too much of a backstep – just two, in fact – before he sprinted forward and jumped over the floor the lightning had destroyed, landing neatly on ground that wasn’t yet breaking apart. He didn’t trust it to stay that way, though, and shifted left. He called again upon the Force to sprint to the next wall.


And yet still the tomb trembled. Crumbled. Kylo didn’t move beyond that second wall, but turned to make sure that Paquin was keeping up as he debated direction. It would not be good to lose her in a rush, not when she was still just learning.


Given, this would be one way to teach her the Force…let her wander the tomb on her own.


It’d also be a good way to kill her, and Kylo wasn’t having that.


~***~


There was no question in Mira’s eyes as she accepted the command to remain busy. She didn’t go after Luke, but seemed to turn back towards the Foreign Language building.


“Farewell, Master Vallens,” August dismissed, seeing the flinch at the title, and then the relax. Mira didn’t correct him.


August did not watch to see if that would be her destination – it was out of sight, anyway. No, he just smirked at Hux’s answer. He wanted to call Hux on the lie, but didn’t. It was just a guess, and hearing that troops were moving set him in a better mood.


“I am leaving as well, General,” he said. August doubted it would make his move to Mira seem ‘better’, but at least it put it in perspective. “Snoke has made his move against Eriadu and my Imperatrix has taken to space. I need to return home, and I needed to inform you that the situation had changed.”


Ransolm still did not speak. He did not trust his tongue with Hux – and he understood August’s desperation, even if his voice betrayed no hint of that desperation. He was still not happy about any of this, but there would be no changing it. Not until Eriadu was free, and even then, Ransolm wasn’t sure much would change.


He’d be going along, too, he determined. It’d been a long time since he’d been in a fire fight, and he wanted to destroy Snoke as much as anyone. Him and his army of Siths. Afterwards, there’d be drinks, and that was when he could talk to August.


Leia, even, it sounded like. He could catch up with her.


~***~


“Master Vallens.” Qui-Gon echoed as Mira walked, not to the Foreign Language building, but to the one where all the medics were, besides it. “Odd, isn’t it?”


Mira gave a nod. Odd, but not wrong. She was the only Grey Jedi, wasn’t she? By default…but default was a terrible reason. And she wasn’t sure she liked the title ‘Master’, either. None of these things she voiced. Speaking to a ghost was odd.


Into the medbay she went, and she looked for the medic from before. She didn’t have a datapad, but there had to be a way to get the information she wanted all the same. HoloChips to put in a datapad later, perhaps. Something.


Soon enough, her eyes landed on the woman who had assisted her earlier, and she hastened her steps, “Excuse me,” she spoke so as not to scare her too much if she was interrupting. “I need to get some information on three people in the Order: Terex, RN-0003, and FN-2187. Their records.” Whatever records the medic had. Phasma said to check with them.


If she was leaving for Coruscant, then she was tying up all the loose ends here.
 
Paquin didn’t waste time being proud of herself, instead, she backed up a little. Last time she jumped, she overshot it. Now she was worried about not making it far enough. Who knew how far of a fall it would be if she missed. She could get crushed. ‘Or fall into lava.’


She took a deep breath and got a bit of a running start, using the Force to push herself over the destroyed floor that was no rapidly falling apart.


She managed not to slam into anything upon reaching the other side. She didn’t call upon the Force again, instead jogging to catch up with Kylo, avoiding crumbling parts. Paquin gripped at the pack straps and looked around. She didn’t know whether the tapestries were telling them to go to the right, which she could see stairs leading down, or straight. 


She wasn’t sure if stairs would be best if the floor above it was crumbling. Maybe it would lead elsewhere. Either direction would have traps. “How do you know we’re even going the right way?” Was there some sort of shape he was reading? But she didn’t want to rely on Kylo, in case something happened to him and she needed to drag him to safety or whatever.


-


Hux was tempted to flat out tell August that he couldn’t speak to Mira, as he was definitely wary at this point of August’s intentions. The whole Wild Space bit, the ‘Master’, then the donut scene Hux had come across. Tarkin’s supposed flirting, but that came from the unreliable Dameron.


But it wasn’t August’s main concern, it seemed. And the whole Mira bit might just be August’s way of playing Hux.


Hux dropped it, for the time being, instead refocusing on the situation at hand. The situation changed and August had to return to Eriadu. ‘I knew it.’ Hux was right, it had only been a matter of time. Luckily, the Order was preparing.


“Return to your home, then. I’ll tell my troops to hurry,” of course, not to the point of forgetting procedures. Then things could go wrong. “I’ll speak with General Organa,” he glanced to Ransolm, just briefly. Maybe Hux would ask her about the man, refresh his memory. “And get her moving as well.”


None of this would be brought up to Mira, just in case. 


“Phasma and I will follow shortly after. I’ll inform the troops that directions can be taken from you and Keil on the ground and in the air.” Things needed to be correlated so no one would get in the way of the other. Anything further involving hierarchy would be discussed later.


-


The medic turned at the sound of Mira’s voice. “I was about to say, you came back rather soon. I couldn’t imagine you getting hurt again so soon. Alright,” she sighed, putting the medical tools she’d been in the middle of cleaning down onto the tray. They could wait until she grabbed Admiral Vallens’ things.


“You wanted what now? RN-003, FN…” It was then that the woman registered what exactly Mira had requested. She shrugged it off, though, reaching for her datapad. She typed away on it as she spoke, “You know, I never introduced myself. Natalie. Nice to meet ya. How’s your boyfriend?” Again, she didn’t connect the dots that FN-2187 and Finn were the same person.


Not until she came across his file, his picture showing up. She looked from the picture to Mira a couple times. “I don’t judge.” Was all she said. “You don’t have a datapad in the system,” or a file. Mira Vallens had nothing, but there was a Mira Ren. Natalie fixed the lack of a file as best she could. “So, I’ll just put ‘em on a chip and you can shove it in a datapad or print them out on paper or something.” 


And she grabbed a bag, riffling through it until she grabbed a chip, shoving it in her own pad. With that, she downloaded the desired files. Once that was done, she pulled the chip out and handed it to Mira. “You’re welcome.” She said before Mira even had a chance to say the words, if she was even going to.


“Natalie’s quite the character,” Qui-Gon commented with a chuckle.
 
Kylo was glad he waited, though he had to grit his teeth not to yell at Paquin for not using the Force while the world around them collapsed. “I don’t,” he told Paquin when she asked her question. He could guess which way was right, and that was the problem with the tapestry right now.


He didn’t recognize anything on it that would tell him the way. ‘Decisions, decisions.’ He didn’t think they needed to go down. The Sith were arrogant. Tended to favor the top of their structures. So, rather than turn to the stairs, he kept forward.


The floor ceased its mad crumbling when it reached that fork in the road, cutting off the way to the stairs. Kylo glanced back, but then kept moving on. “Usually,” he told Paquin, “It seems like everything is up high, rather than low.” Another reason why the Sith seemed to start everyone from the ground floors. Make it all the more difficult to get to where their precious items were. “So we….”


He stopped talking then.


His voice was echoing back to him. The air seemed to vibrate, visibly, vibrate, like air above a fire. ‘Oh voids.’ This was unfamiliar to him, and he looked around to try and make sense of this before he dared to speak again.


This was probably a password trap.


Or something.


‘Where’s Ariel when I need her…?’


Trapped.


~***~


August didn’t flicker back into play. He was curt here, focused, now that he had Hux’s attention. “Thank you. We’ll be on wave Z-39 for secure communications,” he informed the younger man, then turned to Ransolm, motioned, and the two walked off.


There was nothing else to say to General Hux.


Movement and action were all that were required now.


Once out of earshot, he said, “He didn’t recognize me.”


“That is the point, Ransolm.”


“What do you mean?’


“I mean, you aren’t meant to be recognized. That he does not recognize your name, also means he played little role in what Carise did,” August said, “There’s a schism here, beyond the Knights, with the First Order. It begins and ends with Commandant Hux,” he had figured that out already, “Like our own party,” a roll of his eyes then.


‘Only here, I can do something about it.’ Turn the schism into a fault. Turn it into a quake. Destroy it.


While August kept his eyes straight, Ransolm observed him, noted that gleam as August’s thoughts darkened. The game wasn’t over with the First Order. It had changed significantly, but it wasn’t over. “You’re testing him.”


“Yes.”


No need to ask what happened if Hux failed. They were at war already. The war would simply enlarge. “If I can’t spy any longer, where do you need me?”


“I haven’t figured it out yet,” August confessed, “I’d love to have you back in the senate, but I doubt we can get Hux to give up Carise,” that’s what it would take. Her confessing what she’d done to Ransolm, how she set him up. “But somewhere, in the mix. I want you around so we can feel out where you would do the best work as someone…between.”


Their path did not go to the ships, but to the dorms. August had seen Johann move that way, and knew why. The debate team was from Eriadu – they all had a vested interest in how the situation was going. They all needed an update.


~***~


Natalie, as she introduced herself, talked a mile a minute, but worked just as quick. “Good to meet you as well, Natalie. I’m afraid my datapad isn’t with me yet,” Phasma was getting it, wasn’t she? Hopefully those soldiers would be here before she had to leave.


“And Finn’s good,” she said, just as she saw the expression shift. As FN-2187 was brought up.


Mira managed not to laugh at the comment about judging. ‘Good. You’re going to figure out enough to judge me for besides him.’


“Thank you,” she did say, after the ‘you’re welcome’. She held the chip of information in her hand, then clenched her hand into a fist to keep hold of it. ‘Phasma, then.’ See if anything had arrived yet, or if the ship had been checked through.


Qui-Gon talked. Mira nodded. “Is this how it’s going to be?” The Jedi asked. “You just nodding or shaking your head the entire time.”


‘I don’t need more people thinking I’m crazy….’ And yet, she shook her head. No, it wasn’t how it would always be. There might be a time.


“Good. Your denial of the Force and emotions is what got you into this state in the first place.” Mira would have glared at the ghost if she could see him. Instead, she glared straight ahead and walked out of the building, irked by that ‘insight’.
 
Paquin knew she'd been following Kylo somewhat blindly. She thought he knew what he was doing. Knew how to read something. But no. She was following him completely blind and she wanted to facepalm. 


Was this really a good idea to do while Gnaeus and Ariel were captured and trapped somewhere? On their own with no good supplies and no mention to Snoke that they were going to be exploring tombs. If they lost communication and became trapped somehow, that would be the end of the Knights of Ren.


At least Kylo seemed to know that things were usually up rather than down. Down was a red herring.


And then he stopped talking. Maybe because of the vibrating air. "What--" was the only word she managed to get out before the ground beneath them fell, dropping them into a junction with four halls, all leading somewhere. 


It would have been easy to jump back up or to navigate back through the halls, had something large and sharp not punctured her leg, eliciting a yelp as she landed. 'Not the leg...' The legs were littered with arteries and veins. 


-


Johann was anxiously awaiting his father's return so they could go home to Eriadu. So he could reunite with his mother. Because that was the boy's decision. Seeing his mother again and helping out in any way he could. Whether it be fighting or something else.


He sat in the dorm room they'd been allowed to occupy, along with the debate team members. They were just as anxious as he was for news, to go home to see their families were okay. They'd questioned him when he'd arrived. He told them that things were escalating and that he'd be leaving with his father. He didn't think they'd be allowed to come with, so he stated that.


He had the one bag he'd brought with him ready to go, and stood when his father and Ransolm arrived. The others greeted his father with a chorus of 'Governor Tarkin's, and glances to the man who seemed to be sticking outside of the doorway. "Father, I'm going with you." He announced almost immediately, even if it was obvious.


Ransolm stayed silent, lingering by the door. This was August's son and his people, he'd let him deal with it. He'd observe.


-


Hux parted from August with no further words from either of them. Things needed to get moving and he understood that. 


He first made his way to Leia's ship, hoping she'd be there. He passed his own ship along the way and remembered Millicent. He didn't want to bring her along, in case they were shot down. Millicent didn't deserve to go out that way.  He'd come back for her, before going to Phasma. He'd have Mitaka watch her. Take her back to the Finalizer and get her situated in his quarters.


'After.' He reminded himself. There were more important things than his cat. 'Well...'


Hux spotted Poe Dameron leaving Leia's ship. "Hux," was his less than kind greeting, "what do you want?"


Hux didn't bother with greetings, "I need to speak with Organa." He pushed passed the pilot but was courteous enough to knock on the ships doors before entering.


-


Finn had spotted Mira from across the way as she exited the building that they'd seen those medics in. She was glaring straight ahead of her. 'Had the talk with Luke been that bad?' He wondered. He and Rey had reconnected with Luke. He told Rey he needed to look at the book, but he hadn't been so sour. 


"Mira!" He called as he started jogging towards her, BB-8 rolling behind him. He could feel the lightsaber bouncing in his back pocket. It was a foreign feeling. He wasn't sure if he should get some sort of holster for it if he'd even keep it that long. "Hey! How'd the talk with Luke go?" He asked as he approached her glaring-self.


"Could've gone better," Qui-Gon mused. Finn couldn't hear him, however. He was not in tune enough with the Force, nor was his state as weakened as Mira's.


It was then that out of the Foreign Language building came Stormtroopers, wheeling away the Knight that had his hand blown off. Shortly after came Hot Tamale, who had passed out after Mira had left. Followed by Phasma. The contained Knights were split up, after that. One heading toward the closer hangar and the other likely going to the one in town. 
 
Kylo had stopped moving. Didn’t plan to do much until he figured out just what was going on. He tried sensing out with the Force, but was unable to pinpoint anything before it all went to hell.


Paquin talked, and apparently they’d said just enough to have the floor crumble again. Kylo couldn’t sprint fast enough to escape it – he was caught off guard. He did, however, manipulate the Force around him to prevent anything from landing on his head, and to slow his own fall.



He landed on his feet, rough, but unharmed.


Paquin, however…he heard her yelp, and shifted the blue glowrod around to find her. “Paquin?” He didn’t care now about noise.


The blue light soon illuminated her, and he went over to her immediately, rocks and debris moving away from her. However, he did not move the one that was puncturing her leg, He wasn’t sure if he should, as he knelt besides her, sucked in breath at the sight of it.


Well, this wasn’t good. “Paquin…you have a stalagmite through your left leg,” he said it. His tone held the question, ‘What do I do?’, because he was absolutely not accustomed to this situation. Injuries to himself, yes. He just dealt with those. The Knights always just dealt with it, but this was different.


This was Paquin.


~***~


Before August could even ask for his son’s decision, it came. August let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d taken, smiled, nodded. He looked to the others, “I will be sure all of you are sent for as soon as the situation on the planet has de-escalated,” he informed the debate team. “I request that all of you remain here until that time, however.”


They were all trained at the Academy. They were all military.



Even so, he wasn’t bringing them along. He was not explaining to their parents why they were dead.


If Johann died, he’d probably be dead as well – wouldn’t have to explain it to Julia.


“Let’s get moving,” he told Johann, “You’ll have the guns,” he was the better pilot. Glanced to Ransolm, “You?”



“I have my ship. I will be joining you.”


August gave a quick, curt nod, and moved on to the hangars.


~***~


Leia had just finished telling Poe Dameron of the need to move troops to Eriadu, told him to get Black Squadron prepared. She was about to call back to Rollo on the base to get things moving there – see ground forces deployed with plenty of aerial protection, when there was a knock at the door.


“It’s open,” she said without looking, pausing in her call.



She turned in her seat just as the door was opened and General Hux walked in. She rose then, “General Hux, I trust Governor Tarkin has alerted you to the situation on Eriadu?” she didn’t wait to say, “I am already preparing the Resistance to head out to Eriadu.”


~***~


Mira’s glare faded at the sound of Finn’s voice, and she managed a weak smile, “He’s not destroying the books,” she told Finn, “But he didn’t know anything either.”


It seemed he didn’t hear Qui-Gon. Or, if he did, he didn’t react to it. Mira wasn’t about to ask, figured Finn wouldn’t be quiet on the matter if he heard a strange voice. “I’m going to Coruscant soon, just have to tie up a few things here,” she saw the Knights being moved.


Saw Phasma.



Held up a finger so Finn knew he didn’t have to come with her to see Phasma. “Lieutenant-General.”


Phasma paused, turned, “Yes?”


“My datapad. The report on Gnaeus’s ship. Have either arrived?”


“The report on Gnaeus’s ship did arrive. Your datapad should be arriving soon,” Phasma said. She had made the request that those who bring a ship to transport the Knights to the Finalizer, bring Mira's datapad, “I downloaded it to my own datapad. I can send it to yours.”


“Just add it to this chip,” Mira offered, holding out the chip then. Phasma took it, placed it in her own datapad, and added the information. “The keys?”


Phasma took them out, offered them to Mira with the chip. “You will be leaving?”


“Yes. Coruscant.”


Phasma nodded. Kept the comment of ‘for the best’ to herself. However…she still did not like the idea of Mira going off on her own. She eyed Finn, wondering how trustworthy he could be in this situation.
 
“I’m aware.” Her voice was steady, but everything else about her screamed uncertain. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the rock in her leg. This was a bad, bad situation. They didn’t have any medical supplies that could fix this. Even if they moved her and headed to a planet with the right supplies, there was a high probability that she’d bleed out by then. 


Her leg hurt and there was already a substantial amount of blood beginning to pool on the ground. Her bottom lip quivered as he eyes welled up, tears threatening to spill over. “Um,” She rubbed at her eyes to observe the wound. It was positioned more off to the side of her thigh, missing any major veins or arteries. “Apply pressure to the wound. We’ll wait until the bleeding slows and clots to close the wound.” But with what? Who knew if she’d even live long enough?


“I need to lay down and keep my leg elevated,” which meant the rock would have to go up with her leg. Luckily, there was the Force for that.


Paquin removed her pack, hands shaking, wincing as she shifted around the rock. “Do you have anything small and sharp like a needle? Um…a hair pin or something?” She doubted it but hoped. Otherwise, the alternative was, “Or we’ll have to burn it shut.” Cauterization was incredibly painful, but it could become necessary.


-


Guns. Johann could do that. 


There was a quick goodbye to his fellow debate team members, them singing a string of good lucks as they moved out of the room. And so Johann followed his father to their ship, Ransolm splitting from them when they reached the hangars and entering the ship he came in.


Johann dropped his bag onto the ground next to him as he took up the co-pilots seat. He’d move to the guns when they neared Eriadu. The ship was kept up to date enough that he didn’t worry about having to prepare them, make sure they were working.


He was anxious to get home right then. 


-


Hux rose an eyebrow. “Oh?” August Tarkin had already approached Leia it seemed. Informed her before he even came to Hux. The General wasn’t sure if he agreed with that but said nothing of it. Those were things to be discussed with the man himself when the time came.


“Well, I’ll be positioning most of my troops on the ground. You can position yours as you see fit. I’m allowing Tarkin himself and Adelaide Keil,” still no ‘General’ in front of her name, “to instruct the Stormtroopers. Z-39 is their radio wave, as I’m told.” It would be wise to keep Leia informed as well.


Then his thoughts went to Ransolm. Again, so familiar but he couldn’t pinpoint it. “There was a man with August. Ransolm Casterfo. I was wondering if you knew him?” The man was privy to battle plans, he wanted to know who he was.


-


“Are you going with her?” Phasma questioned the former Stormtrooper, to which he straightened and puffed out his chest.


“As a matter of fact, I am. So is BB-8,” Mira had said she’d be taking him with to Coruscant, anyway. “Why? Do you have a problem with that?”


“No.” Phasma turned her attention back to Mira. “Does General Hux know where you’re going?” Because of her issue with Snoke and the information she had, she wondered if Hux had expressed any upset to her plans, even if her being away from the planet was the best. The two had agreed on that, in some way.


“She doesn’t need Hux’s permission,” Finn argued, his arms crossing. There was a mix of defending Mira and just defying Phasma.


Phasma rose an eyebrow, “No,” she said again, even if technically Vallens did need Hux’s permission. “But because of her state and her position in the Order, Hux should know her location and who she’ll be with.” Phasma wasn’t sure how much Hux trusted Finn, but she herself witnessed the man being protective enough of Vallens to deem him suitable to watch her. If anything, the droid could take care of Mira.


She oddly trusted it more than Finn.


“I’ll let Hux know. Your datapad should be arriving in one of the hangars soon.” She spoke to Mira.
 
Kylo could see the watery eyes glistening in the blue of the light. Panic was rising in his chest, but he held his hands in tight fists at his side to keep from overreacting, from throwing his energy at something pointless. Held it in. Waited.


Instructions.


Leg up.


Pressure.


Kylo could do these things, and he focused all of those emotions into it, raising her leg with the rock while simultaneously applying pressure with the Force to keep as much blood as he could, in. He pressed it at all angles, the way she’d been shown by Gnaeus with the kyber crystal. Only, he wasn’t adding the Force into her. It cycled around her, cycling back to Kylo and then returning to her in a loop of active energy.


At her query of something small and metal, Kylo thought.


Then, with one hand, he grabbed the pack and began to dig through it, focus still on Paquin’s leg and the Force.


Of course, there wasn’t anything. “No,” he told her, voice a bit deadened. As dead as when he’d first greeted Han Solo. He was focusing all of his emotions into the process of keeping the pressure on. He couldn’t afford it anywhere else. “The lightsaber can cauterize,” but he wasn’t thrilled with that idea, either. “Is there nothing else?” Hope, desperate hope.


He did not want to try and cauterize a wound.


~***~


August took a deep breath when they were in the cockpit. “Your mother is not going to be happy with this,” with Johann there. With what August would do.


He turned on the radio to Z-39, an active station, and heard the talk through it. Eriadu’s talk and communications, before he lifted his ship from the hangars. “We’ll be jumping to lightspeed. We’ll come out in stealth,” he told Johann, “I’ll get us lined up with one of their Destroyers,” beneath it. At its belly, “Take out what you can.”


The problem with this ship, compared to the Carrion Spike was that it could not maintain its stealth when it started to fire on an enemy. “I’ll rush it into the hull if you can create a hole.”


Julia would kill him for that, but they’d make it. Release a few explosives, sail out as the destroyer seemed to explode from the inside, “Then we’re going to the Imperatrix before Julia kills me. We’ll adjust the plan as needed.”


And with the coordinates set, August launched his ship into lightspeed, giving no warning to his allies.


~***~


Leia saw the arch of his eyebrow, heard the question, and shook her head, “Not like that. I happened to be present when he was delivering the news to Johann,” she told Hux. “I did not get these details,” she’d have to relay them to Poe, make sure he knew where to be listening in his X-Wing.


Her expression faltered when Hux mentioned Ransolm.


Darkened. “Yes.” A bit of a snap. “He was set up by Carise to take the fall for an assassination plot he didn’t commit. He was going to be executed on his home of Riosa for it. I…thought he was.” A pause, “He is a friend of mine.”


Friend of August, it seemed. “Didn’t you know?” A bit accusatory. How could he not know Ransolm? Was it that far off his radar?


~***~


‘Poe’s letting us take BB-8?’ Mira glanced down to the droid, arched an eyebrow, but then shrugged and smiled.


She had no issues with the droid coming along. It was probably Poe’s way of spying on her.


Mira managed not to facepalm when Finn suggested she didn’t need Hux’s permission. ‘Technically speaking….’ “I have not yet had the opportunity, Lieutenant-General, but I do plan to inform him. If I am not, though, please let him know. He should be able to reach me from the datapad, if it is still registered in your systems.”


She assumed it would be. Saw no reason for it not to be.


“Please do let him know.” Phasma said. She did not know his position right then, of course.


Mira nodded. “If that is all, you’re dismissed.”


Mira quirked a smile at that. Phasma dismissing her. “Thank you, ma’am,” her own play, before she started to walk off, Finn following after her, BB-8 rolling along.


“Next stop?” Finn asked, eager, “Hangars?”


“No, library.” Needed to check in with the FOTC. Let them know what was going on with her location, find out the status.
 
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The pressure or the elevation of her leg didn't help to ease the pain, but it would help slow the bleeding. Though, she was already feeling lightheaded. Even laying down, with her eyes closed.


News came of nothing small and made up of metal and Paquin winced again, this time anticipating the pain that would come with cauterizing the wound. It was an extreme solution, but it seemed necessary in their current situation.


Kylo asked if there was anything else that they could do and Paquin shook her head. "We either have to find something needle-like or cauterize it. We could attempt to get back to the ship, but..." There was a lot that could go wrong. "Or I could bleed out." She was already in a tomb, after all. 'And join Anakin.' She was already making plans as a Force ghost. Maybe she'd become Kylo's new grandmother.


"It's up to you." He'd be having to do whatever it was. Cauterizing, because she was likely to pass out during the process. Searching for something, her injury left her unable to do that. Letting her bleed out. 


She liked to believe that Kylo wouldn't let her bleed out.


-


Johann had to admit, he was excited. It was in his Tarkin blood to get excited by war and bloodshed, he supposed. So he was more than prepared when they jumped into lightspeed, Johann preparing to take over the guns. 


Of course, hearing the plan, Johann had to comment. "Mom's going to murder you if we make it out of this." August knew that, he knew that. And Johann felt that they would prevail. 


Johann was military trained. He went to the Academy just like everyone else, he was a Tarkin. Still, Julia was his mother and a mother's aim to keep their child from harm. He at least knew his mother would be proud of him after she was done being less than pleased with August.


It was when they slowed near Eriadu that Johann took position manning the guns. He'd wait for his father's cue before blowing a hole in Snoke's ships. 


It would be a nice surprise for his father's allies.


-


it seemed Leia's info was just gathered upon happenstance. Still, Hux remained a bit irked.


Hux was surprised by Leia's change in demeanor. The snap at the mention of Casterfo. But none of that showed on his face or in his body language. Then she told him the story of Carise and Ransolm and the supposed execution, which clearly never happened. He remembered some bits of it. He wasn't a huge part of it, but he remembered chaos in the Senate, more so than usual. The assassination of Garr, which he didn't order. Then Carise came crying to him and his father some time later.


There was an eye roll at the thought of Carise. She was essentially a useless ally. Apart from her place in the Senate and the wealth of Arkanis. That was obvious when meeting her. Yet his father was so adamant on becoming allies with her. 


Leia's question was accusatory, he picked up on that. He frowned the slightest bit. "It rang some bells. I'm sure his name was dropped at some point." If it came out of Carise's mouth, then it's no wonder he didn't remember it too well. "Commandant Hux," not 'my father', "usually deals with Sindian and her issues."


-


"Aw, okay." Finn was anxious to return to Coruscant. He hadn't managed to see much of it last time. Which was when they picked up Mira. Even though it was an odd, and not cheery situation, Finn smiled at the memory. He'd be patient. He understood the importance of the books. 


Mira needed to let the FOTC know she was leaving. And Finn was curious as to how many books they'd produced. So he let Mira lead him to the library.


And they'd produced quite the number, as was discovered upon entering the library. 


It wasn't in the thousands yet, by no means. But there was at least a couple hundred at this point, stacked on top of each other. Some were fallen over, splayed out on the ground. And the FOTC boys were moving busily around, some talking into their earpieces.


Edwin was nudged when Mira and her two companions entered the library and when he noticed them, he let the machine take over the copying, going to greet her. "Admiral Vallens. We've made approximately two hundred and some change copies so far. We're working on getting more means to produce the books. We've already gotten one of the officer's mother," it sounded childish, enlisting the help of someone's mom, but it got what the Admiral wanted done, "to help manufacture at her company. They'll be here in the morning." She couldn't make copies during regular business hours 


Edwin took a breath, "Is there anything else I can help you with?" 


BB-8 let out a beep, stating how amazed it was by the work. Finn nodded, letting out a noise of agreement. These kids got things done.
 
The shift of her head told Kylo enough. She didn’t need to speak, but Paquin did, elaborating on how terrible the situation was. He didn’t want to hurt her, not in the least. He didn’t like the idea of cauterizing the wound in the least.


He had a lightsaber.


Sure, it did the trick, but it wasn’t a tool known for making wounds better.


“I’ll cauterize it,” but his voice shook, a new fear. If he failed here, he failed her. Lost her. He’d be alone, truly alone, with Ariel and Gnaeus captured, Mira betraying him.



Snoke didn’t count.


Snoke wasn’t really here.


“Remove the rock and then…just heat it enough to close the wound with the lightsaber. Right?” Nervous. It couldn’t be masked and he wasn’t focusing on that. He would wait, until she consented to the plan. He could use the Force to pull the rock out, then he’d likely have to burn unharmed flesh in order to close the wound on either side of her leg, and likely cause some internal damage. Damn the luck.


Damn his idea.


~***~


“Yes, yes she is,” August chuckled, a bit, “I do hope you’re ready for the responsibility.” As if he’d seriously be murdered.


Julia would be angry, but even she had military training. She knew the risks – always had. She’d be a mother first, though, then she’d think of what they’d achieved. Congratulate Johann. Laud him with praise. And August would finally get to enjoy a glass of wine in peace.


Little things.


As the ship got near Eriadu, the lights dimmed to red, signaling that they were in a very high-risk area to be moving at lightspeed. Plenty of debris. The ship shook a bit on exiting, but it was invisible to the eyes.


August took the scene in – the debris, the fighting, and realized how annoying it was going to be when the majority were using TIE fighters. ‘And my ship is going to read the First Order ones as enemies.’ But at least it distinguished his own as allies, putting a green outline to them to prevent friendly fire.


The Revenant flew smooth through all the debris, all the fighting, careful not to get between any of it. Ransolm joined the fight more openly, flying as recklessly as a kid with his first cycle – and August heard the cheers on the radio as some clearly recognized the style.


Hard to miss. As recognizable as a Jedi’s saber style.


August flew beneath one of those stationary destroyers, moved towards where he suspected the control room was – he had enough experience with these kinds of ships that he was fairly confident. “Ready,” he told Johann.


As soon as the stealth fell away, August knew they’d be fired upon, but he was already prepped for that, that extra boost of speed prepared to make the rush forward. The power of the shields charged all the way at the front of the ship, the nose.


It wasn’t called the Tarkin Rush for no reason. He’d built the Revenant with that nigh-suicidal trick in mind.


~***~


Leia wasn’t impressed with Hux’s ignorance on the matter. Although there was a touch of a proud smile on her lips at the mention of Sindian’s ‘issues’, it vanished quickly. “You should make a point to know what people who represent you are doing,” Leia suggested.


She made a point to know what others did in the name of the Resistance. In the name of the Rebellion, once upon a time – and after the Empire. She and Mon Mothma dealt with those who thought they were going to make the New Republic proud through their less than humane treatment of Imperial prisoners. Wanton executions.


Made a point to make it clear it was not acceptable behavior, and saw to it that the law punished their behavior.


“He was a good man,” Leia told Hux, frowned a brief moment at a thought – how she and Ransolm had aligned. How his Centrists leanings would have probably made him favor what was just arranged, had everything with the First Order not happened to him.


“It doesn’t matter now,” it did, he was alive, there was a future, but it wasn’t the matter to be concerned with.  


~***~


Mira did not expect what she saw upon walking into the library. There were stacks upon stacks of bounded paper copies of the Jedi Guide, and she had to pause near the entrance to stare.



This exceeded her expectations.


Edwin approached to explain how many, and how many more were going to be produced. BB-8 was the first to find its voice, and Finn just nodded its agreement.


Mira had to take a breath, “No, there’s nothing else,” still a bit dazed, awed. She blinked, steadied her gaze on Edwin, “I am going to Coruscant to do some reconnaissance,” not a lie. She was looking for information. “I would like to take 111 of these copies now,” enough to get into powerful hands.


She had an idea for a few, off of Coruscant. Grakkus came to mind. He’d salivate at the thought – and he had plenty of Jedi things that could be of use. Just had to keep it a secret that the book had been mass produced, somehow. Hoth, as well. Get Hux’s ship back…maybe she could just have Finn do that. They were rebels, right? Ought to know Finn.



“What you can do,” Mira took that lovely chip into sight and offered it to Edwin, “is provide me with contact information for you. I don’t have my datapad on me now, but once I do, I’ll send you the same.” Direct contact. “And when you graduate, you have a position in the Order.” No questions asked. Mira would get him in wherever he wanted. He was worth vouching for.


He tried to keep his smile from being too large as he took the chip, “We can assist with the copies, if you’d like.”


Mira shook her head. “That part will be easy.” She had the key. Had the ship. Had the Force. Force made carrying things easy.  
 
“Right. It won’t take long at all, hold the lightsaber in place for only a couple seconds at a time until the wound is closed. Any longer and it’ll do more harm than good.” She already knew it wouldn’t be the best for cauterizing, she just didn’t want it to be any worse than it would be. She pushed her pack towards him. “Use the water in there to wash away the blood and any debris in the wound beforehand.”


Paquin then decided to address his nervousness before he began, her hand reaching out for him, coming into contact with his arm or his leg, she wasn’t sure. Either way, she patted the body part as she typically did. “Don’t worry about it, okay? This is easy stuff.” She made an effort to comfort him, even though she was the one with the rock in her thigh.


But she wasn’t worried about Kylo doing something wrong. As she said it was easy. She was more nervous about the pain. She was almost tempted to ask him to knock her out before cauterizing the wound. But then she’d wake up when the pain came.


“I’ll be fine. You’ve got this.” With that, her hand dropped from him and moved to her stomach to avoid the bloody ground. A deep breath was taken, “Start when you’re ready.”


-


August positioned them under the destroyer. Johann was given the go ahead with the ready, and so he aimed at the belly of the best. His father wanted him to take out as much as he could, and so Johann would. 


They’d drop out of stealth as soon as Johann fired at the Star Destroyer, so he was going to make it count before they themselves were fired at. His goal was to blast a hole through the control room before anyone inside or outside could realize what was happening. Of course, circumstances could change, but that was what he’d go for until that time came.


To breach the shields of the destroyer, he released an initial explosive, hoping that would be enough. Of course, he prepared to follow up quickly as soon as that was released, firing with regular laser cannons. 


Johann could only imagine the panic going through the clones on board as the lights turned red inside, screens and loud alarms alerting them of their downed shield, being attacked from underneath. It was exciting. ‘This must be what Alexander feels.’ No, nothing could quite compare to the feeling Alexander had when he gets off on warfare.


Johann could see enemy TIE fighters quickly recognizing this threat, but they’d be too late. The laser cannons had already started forming a hole in the ship, and he’d sent more explosives into it, creating a much, much bigger one.


-


Leia suggested making a point to know who was representing him and the Order and Hux had to admit, she had a point. He only acknowledged it with the raise of an eyebrow and a small nod. Hux admittedly didn’t care much who or how they were represented by. His focus was mainly on establishing the Order and disbanding the New Republic, mostly with force.


Now, with the alliance with the Resistance and the ideas discussed before Snoke interfered, maybe it would be a good idea. 


Hux’s thoughts strayed more toward the fact that Carise had done something drastic without his orders or permission, and how that wasn’t the message he wanted to display. That was chaos. Not order. But at the same time, that sort of dictating was not exactly how he wanted the galaxy run. He’d think of it later. Maybe even contemplate visiting Sindian.


“He’s still alive. It still matters.” If he was still ‘good’ or not. But those were the only words he offered on that subject. “Anyway. I came only to update you on the situation. I have a few more matters to attend to before I leave for Eriadu.” Millicent. “I’ll speak with you later, General.” He nodded in goodbye before turning to leave.


-


“Carrying 111 books will be easy?” Finn questioned before he realized, “Oh, right. Force.” The Force was so cool.


Edwin went to receive his datapad to enter his information onto the chip. He entered in his contact information, both through the school, the FOTC, and personal. Just in case. It took only a minute and once he was finished he pulled the incredibly convenient chip from the device and handed it back to the blonde. “Thank you, Admiral.” A small smile was offered, one that would become much bigger once Vallens and her companions left the library. “I’ll get those books counted out for you.”


That wouldn’t take long either. The books were stacked in stacks of twenty, mostly. They all seemed to topple after that. 


Five and a half stacks, plus one more to make it one hundred and eleven, were divided from the rest. Some still warm from the copier as they were placed in front of the Admiral by Edwin and some other officers. Then she could take them the rest of the way to her ship. “If there’s nothing else you need, then that’s all of them.” The amount of copies behind them did seem smaller now, but, “More are on their way.”


BB-8 beeped out a compliment to the boys. “What the droid said,” Finn chimed in as he grabbed a copy, flipping through it. Then he glanced to Mira, “What are we going to do with 111 books?” Spread them, obviously. But 111, specifically. A strange number. Did she have people already in mind to give them to? “Are we going to sell them?” The Jedi Guide had to be worth a lot of money, if not priceless. But he wasn't sure if money was on Mira's mind.
 
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