The Doctor passed the water bottle back to the old man. *I'm the... the Doctor,* he said.
"Nice to meet you, The Doctor," said the old man, smiling slightly. "Tell me: how did you get here? I don't remember them bringing you in?"
The Doctor pointed weakly to the TARDIS. *This is my ship. It's called the TARDIS. That's 'Time and Relative Dimensions In Space'.*
The old man studied the TARDIS intently. "Interesting... it's not like any ship I've ever seen..."
*I'm not suprised. YOur galaxy won't have anything remotely similar to it for another... oh, about 20 millenia. Not until after the technological dark ages.*
The old man looked thouroughly confused, but didn't pursue the matter. He bent down next to the Doctor again. "You need medical attention. It looks as if y-"
"My left heart has been punctured by a fractured rib, and the bone marrow in left leg has become infected. That's not the worst of it, but that's all you would understand.*
"I am a retired doctor, my dear man," he responded indignantly. "I do remember basic human anatomy."
*Yes, but I'm not human. Oh, don't ask,* he added, seeing the look on the old man's face. *Needless to say, I am not human. Now, I need your help getting out of here. Is there a way out of these cells?*
"No," said the old man simply. "I've managed to find air circulation vents between them, but not out of the area. It must be a closed system."
*Then escaping will prove to be a challenge," he said. He sighed heavily. "If only I had the key to the TARDIS. Then I would be able to...*
He stopped. He sensed a cental contact. A strangely familiar one...
*No...* he muttered. *No, it can't be. They wouldn't have sent another Time Lord after me. Unless.... his TARDIS stranded him here, perhaps?*
"What are you on about?" asked the old man. "Who the devil are you talking about? Who are 'They'?"
*There's no time. We will be rescued, of that I am certain - Kira will come for me, I'm sure - or at least the Shards.*
"Kira? You don't... you can't mean Kira Starr? The Jedi Exile?"
*Yes, that's the one. And we must prepare fore her arrival.*

((OOC: Of course there'll be a sequal. After a story like this? There just can't not be one :xp: ))

IC:

“I believe this is yours,” she said, holding out her hand then letting the shard drop and dangle from its chain. “Master.”
Kira smiled, her face twisting in a demonic grin. The third Shard so close, the effects of her transformation were now amplified.
"Indeed, my apprentice." she added a particular weight to the word as she reached for the pendant.
"Guys!"
The Exile turned slightly, throwing a contemptuous look over her shoulder at the approaching group of people.
"I hope we didn't miss all the fun." Atton said, catching his breath. "Those damn puzzles on the doors..."
"I think they made Atton's head hurt." Disciple said, a grin on his face that told the others he was the one who had figured the locks out.
"Well, boys," Kira said, turning back to Jasra, "We have ourselves yet another Shard." and with that, she grabbed the pendant, tearing it from Jasra's grip.
A familiar pulsation rent the air, though this time it was stronger, and several more ensued it. Her eyes glinted in time with each pulse, the gold overtaking her pupils as well. Her lips curled upward, and little stubs of fangs were visible poking from beneath her upper lip. The small container around her neck burst, and the two other Shards floated free, to join with the third in her hand. The whites of her eyes greyed, adding to her devilish appearance.
No... she thought, as a gold haze came over her eyes and began to darken, Not again...I have to...hold on...
Her thoughts became muddled, and her vision grew dark. No!

The Watcher stood, abondoning Brax's body, as Kira took the Shard. Her pupils began to vanish into the gold void. He watched in horror as she seemd to lose control of herself.
*Kira?* he said carefully. *Are you alright?*

"Oh ****." Atton murmured, his blaster dropping from his hand. "It's the Shards!"
A muffled scream slipped through Kira's lips as her muscles tightened and the Shards began to complete their hold on her.
"We have to do something..." Disciple said, though no ideas came to him. "We can't let them control her again!"
Without warning, Atton shot forward, and locked his arms around Kira as she began the thrash. "Kira!" he said, his mouth right next to her ear, "You have to listen to me. Fight it! Please, Kira, don't let it control you!"
"A-Atton..." her voice was choked and broken, as if she were using every ounce of breath she had to force the name out.
"I'm here, Kira. I'm here to help you--"
"G-get away from me." she said, in the same, choked voice.
"What? No, I won't leave you not--"
Her entire body tensed again, and Atton could tell he was loosing her.
"P-Please...Before I..."
"Kira--"
"Get AWAY!"
The Scoundrel gasped as a sharp, burning pain errupted in his side. He felt a tingle on his skin as liquid dripped across it. He looked down, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw the saber blade peircing his skin. The blade dislodged itself, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he collapsed.

The now fully possesed Kira stepped over Atton's still form, her fangs gleaming in the light as she smiled wickedly at the rest of the crew. Her retinas and pupils were now both gold, and the whites of her eyes were now black. The tops of her ears were slightly pointed, and her blonde hair now had distinctive highlights of black. Veins formed small lines on her hands and temples.
"So," she said, in a voice that was definatly not Kira's, "What do you all think of the new me?"
Silence.
"What's the matter?" she asked, the activated saber rocking casually in her hand, "Cat got you tongue?"
Her grip tightened around her weapon, and the grin widened, "Allow me to loosen it up a bit for you."

*Mical!* yelled the Watcher. *Get everyone out of here! Now! I'll deal with this... creature.*
He pulled a metal stick out of his pocket. The hilt of the lightsaber gleamed in the blue light of Kira's weapon. He ignited it, and a white beam formed at the end. "Go," he said to Disciple again. *Get them to safety.*
"But... who the devil are y-"
The Watcher raised his lightsaber, falling into a defensive position. *GO!* he yelled.

"Oh, so now the stranger is going to challenge me?" Kira sniggered, moving towards 'the Watcher'. "You don't stand a chance."
As Kira moved away, Disciple darted up and grabbed Atton under his arms, dragging him quickly away before Karda levitated him with the Force.
"C'mon, you head him." he said, moving towards the exit with the others. "We have to get out of here. Now."

"Well, let's just see what you got, old man." Kira said, spinning her staff and stepping back into a fighting stance.

Brax's body sunk to the floor as the Watcher released it ... all life gone from it.

Jasra's body began to glow slightly a second later, as the watcher challenged Kira, and Brax stepped out of her. His body that of a shimeering blue light. He looked at Jasra, "Be well." He whispered, and with that he faded away into nothing.

*I stand more of a chance than you could possibly believe, young lady,* said the Watcher. He smiled slightly. *Master Yoda taught me well.*
"Not well enough!" she yelled, lunging at him. He braced himself, and pushed back with all the strength he could muster. He managed to push her away, blocking a series of attacks from her with a few quick flicks of his silvery lightsaber. He brought it around and up, aiming for her saber arm, but she blocked it easily and flicked his blade to the side. He barely managed to bring it back in time to stop her from cutting his chest wide open.
"You're good," said Kira, smiling cruely, her fangs protruding more than ever. "Better than I expected. But you cannot defeat me."
*It is not my aim to defeat you, Kira. My goal is to stop you. There is a difference."
He tryed disarming her again, but she doged the attack and matched it with one of her own, a viscous uppercut. He parried the blow, then dropped to the ground and kicked out at her knees. She jumped over him, and while in the air, kicked out herself. Her foot made contact with his face, sending him sprawling backwards. He managed to roll into a crouching position and bring his saber upwards to block another attack, this time at his head. She flipped over him as he attempted to stand, kicking him in the back as she landed. He fell to the floor, his lightsaber rolling to a stop at the foot of Exar's sarcophagus, almost four feet out of reach.
"You've lost, 'time lord'," she said, laughing in a deep baritone that was far from her own. She beared down on him, her lightsaber pointed at his chest. "Time's up!"
She dove at his chest, putting all her weight into the attack. He rolled out of the way, towards his falled weapon, picked it up, ignited it, and managed to stand again in time to block another attack. He forced her away, and they both fell into defensive positions.
"Impressive," she muttered, her voice echoing darkly. "Most impressive. This 'Yoda' has indeed taught you well. But you must know that resisting me is futile."
*Oh, not more of this 'resistance is futile',* groaned the Watcher. *I hear that enough in the rest of the universe. I'd appreciate it if you could come up with something a little more original.*
((Alright Kira, your turn:)))

As The Watcher abandoned Brax to approach Kira, Jasra felt the spirit of Brax leave her body.

She reached out towards the shimmering blue reflection of her former teacher, but all her fingers touched was air. “No….” The word escaped her parted lips like a breath.

”Be well,” she heard him whisper, and before her eyes, his image faded away.

Jasra suddenly felt… alone. Again. She could hear Atton talking to Kira, but her eyes were focused on Brax’s lifeless body. Slowly, she went to it and knelt down beside it. Tenderly, she stroked his long, white hair, now matted with blood, and then removed his gauntlets and the small ‘key’ to his ship from his body.

She looked at Crystal, lying motionless on the floor close by, just behind the dead Night Beast. Jasra could sense she was still alive and breathing, but she was… damaged. For a reason Jasra couldn’t explain, Crystal felt… different. Damaged, perhaps.

Three teachers…Master Kelva, Brax, Crystal…. The anger at their loss began to swell up inside her. She knew that Brax and Crystal both had risked their own lives to save her from Exar Kun. But what she couldn’t understand why they felt that she was that important.

Her thoughts preoccupied, it took her a moment to realise that the chamber had gone silent.

She looked over at Kira, just as her blade was being extracted from Atton. He collapsed on the floor, unconscious. Another self-sacrifice, Jasra thought, staring vacantly at his body.

”What’s the matter?” she heard Kira ask.

Then everything seemed to happen rather quickly to her. The Watcher and Kira began to exchange their first blows. Atton was being carried away by Karda, and the Disciple was coming towards her and Crystal.

“Get Crystal back to the Ebon Hawk,” Jasra said distantly. “I’ll stay and help Kira.”

The Disciple nodded, and lifted Crystal over his shoulders and carted her off.

In a moment, it was just Kira, Jasra and the Watcher left in the chamber. And, like Jasra had told the spirit of Exar, she was not going to lose another master.

“I'd appreciate it if you could come up with something a little more original,” the Watcher said to Kira, readying himself for another attack by her.

Jasra rose. “How about this?” she said, depressing a stone on the wall near Exar’s sarcophagus. Another exit to the chamber opened. Exar had gone, but he had left some knowledge of the temple in Jasra’s mind.

Jasra ignited her sabre. “Master Kira, The Watcher is only wasting your time here. We must go.”

"Not before I've had my say." Kira said, a wicked smile engulfing her face. "Well, 'Watcher', it's been fun sparring with you. We must do it again sometime. Now, if you'll excuse me." as the words left her lips, Kira let loose a vicious Force-push, which slammed the Watcher so hard into the wall, the stone chipped and buckled beneath his body. "Toodles!"
She turned back to Jasra, and started through the second exit. "Now then, Apprentice, if we can get back to the Ebon Hawk before the others, we can comandeer Karda's ship, which I do believe is still docked to the Hawk, and collect the final two Shards. I can sense them both, and they're very close to each other..."

"Karda and the Disciple can keep the others safe," Jasra said calmly to the semi-conscious Watcher. "I'm staying with Master Kira."

Her eyes glinted with golden highlights. "The shards await us, Master. And we don't need Karda's ship." She held up the key she had taken from Brax. "We have one far faster and stealthier to use."

Crystal's eyes fluttered open and she realized she was being carried away from Jasra and Kira.

"No, Dizzy," she scolded frantically. "No, no..."

Blink. She was gone. She reappeared in front of Jasra and Kira and pointed to Kira sternly. "You. Chrissy-girl understands your problem and she won't ask what she can do." Turning to Jasra she sighed, "But you, Jazzy. You're girl's fault..."

Let me help you, she pleaded in Jasra's mind. Please.

Jasra gave Crystal a curious, but blank stare. "Help? Sure. We could use some help."

Jasra's connection with Crystal had been enhanced each time she had entered Crystal's mind, or vice-versa. Now, filled with the Dark Side, Jasra sought to exploit it.

"Fly up to the ceiling and push the square carving," she said through their link. She knew the carving opened up another secret compartment that contained special lightsabre crystals hidden there by Exar Kun.

Startled, Crystal opened her eyes and stared at Jasra. Despite her obvious disbelief, she lifted gracefully off the ground and rose toward the square carving Jasra had indicated. Even, as she rose, she began to speak.

"Oh, no, no, no..." she protested. "No, no, Jazzy! No, no... why? No..."

She reached up and pushed the carving as she'd been ordered. The compartment slid open and, just a few seconds later, Crystal was back on the ground. Her hair had darkened significantly, now appearing more light brown than blonde and significantly straighter.

"I..." she gasped, staring at Jasra. Slightly confused, she pointed. "You... you're paler than normal, Jasra." Then, she understood. "Oh, no, no... you took the shards' twisted thought-lines from me... no, not all."

She looked from Jasra to Kira and back. "I see plans have changed," she said, frowning. "In light of that, I think I'd best be leaving."

With a quick nod, she turned to do just that.

"Stop," Jasra said calmly, with a slight, wry grin at Kira. Jasra was rather pleased that she could control Crystal's actions. "Turn around."

Crystal was nearly shivering with anger as she obeyed. Her face had gone white as she realized that, while Jasra gave her orders, she could not control herself.

"So much for friendship," she spat, glaring at Jasra. She shuddered. "Just... leave me alone!"

With the last word, she tried to force Jasra out of her mind... and failed. Tears came to her eyes. "This is not how things ought to be..." she whispered. Then, she glared at Jasra, but said nothing further.

"Don't you want to stay with us?" Jasra asked condescendingly, as she took the special lightsabre crystals from Crystal and put them in her pocket. "You'd be very useful on our journey. More so than you would be on the Ebon Hawk."

She grinned at Kira. "Wouldn't she, Master?"

Jasra looked at the Watcher. "I don't trust him enough to leave him here alone, Master. Exar still has too many secrets to discover here." She grinned. "And we can always come back to 'visit' later."

Her eyes glanced at Brax's lifeless body, then narrowed as they sought Crystal's again. "You will teleport us all--the Watcher, me, and Kira--out of the temple and to Brax's ship. Including Brax's body." She looked at Kira. "If we are going to Omwat later, then bringing back his body should allow us to have an audience with their leaders," she explained. She waved her hand and wrapped the body in a stasis field to protect it.

Back to Crystal. "Do this. Now."

With a heavy sigh, Crystal approached the Watcher and Brax, Kira and Jasra following behind. To the Watcher, she said, "I'm very sorry about all this..."

To Jasra she said, "Hold on to him and to me," and pointed to the Watcher.

To Kira, she said, "Touch Brax's body and hold on to me."

Once this was done, she sighed once more and said, "That's about the last time I'll get to give orders around this crowd..."

Blink. They were gone. They reappeared near Brax's ship. Despite how close the Ebon Hawk was, Crystal didn't try to run for it. She knew now it was pointless. She was an unwilling servant.

A hologram emited from the ship, a simple black symbol that was unknown to them all. Though if Jasra searched some shared memories she ahd had with Brax she'd realize it was the symbol of his order. It grew and shrunk just slightly as words emitted.

"Welcome Jasra, I see that my master is dead. Your friends will have a small difficulty in getting to the main ship with you, the fighter craft has room for two comfortably, though you can fit the remains of Abraxius into the hold, he will not decompress as a human might. I am sure that Crystal and Kira could wait here and use you to focus in and teleport to. Or you can all attempt to squeeze in. I have been programed on Abraxius' death to give myself over to your ownership in full. I hope that you have found his key though, as it is required for the transfer to take place. Yes i sense it on your person." With that a soft hiss sounded and the ship fully apeared, as the top opened to allow them entrance. There were two seats, there back to back ... there was controls ont he latter for weapons and such, though similiar controls could be seen accsiabl to the forward facing seat.

A side compartment opened up as well, room enough for .. .well all three of the two that couldn't get into the cockpit. But the ship had mentioned something about decompression.

Jasra immediately recognised the black pulsing symbol of the Zedai, and she felt a twang of sadness as it spoke. Then she looked at Brax's body, shimmering with the stasis field she had put around to preserve it. Even though she knew Brax's spirit was gone, it seemed a shame to her to have to treat his body as mere cargo and put it in the tiny compartment his ship had opened for her. Still, if Brax had been anything, he had been practical. He wouldn't have minded her feeling this way, but she figured he probably would have chided her if she was overly sentimental.

"I think Brax's ship is right, Master," Jasra said to Kira. "It would be best if I took the fighter to his main ship, then swing close and have Crystal teleport you on board. After all, Brax seems to have left instructions for me. It might be best that I receive them, in case he had set any traps for... well, for you."

Kira thought for a moment, then turned to Crystal. "You can get me there, correct?"

Crystal grimaced and glanced at Jasra, saying, "If I must."

"Go on then, Jasra. Let us know as soon as you've reached the ship, and we'll be off."

Since she was the only one going, Jasra used the Force to levitate Brax’s body into one of the two seats in the small fighter. She felt better about not having to stuff it in the cargo hold, even though she knew he probably would have scolded her for the impracticality of it. She closed up the cargo hold door, then climbed into the fighter herself.

The controls were of a strange configuration, but somehow, she knew what was what. Probably another throwback from being mind-linked with Brax so many times. She fired up the ship and took off.

Even though it was cloaked, it didn’t take her long to reach Brax’s ship in orbit. The fighter ship seemed to ‘know’ where to go and what to do, and soon she had docked with Brax’s main ship. As she opened the hatch and stepped out of the cockpit, she found herself on a small circular platform, with stairs winding around it. It was then she realised that the cockpit of the fighter ship, doubled as a control cockpit for the main. No wonder the fighter seemed to home in on it without a problem.

Brax’s ship was about the same size as the Ebon Hawk, only a good deal more open. The main hold she was in contained hundreds of artefacts—treasures and art that Brax had picked up along his journey. It reminded her rather of a museum—items reverently and meticulously catalogued and labelled, and stored in such a way as to be secure, yet viewable. Suddenly, Jasra felt very sad that she would never have the opportunity to learn more from the Omwati, who had obviously travelled further in the Galaxy than she could have ever dreamed.

She turned to his body in the cockpit, still shimmering with the stasis field. “Oh, Brax, why did you have to go and save me, only to get yourself killed?” she asked quietly.

She felt in her pocket for the carved wooden figure he had given her outside the temple, and she felt a tear begin to well up in her eye. She realised then that she had loved Brax, not like she had loved her old Jedi Master Kelva as a caretaker, teacher, and mentor, but in a much deeper way.

She wanted to mourn for him, but practical as he was, Brax would have told her that now was not the time. She had more important things to do first. Quickly dabbing her eye, she vowed to hold back any and all tears until the time was right.

She meandered down the stairs and headed towards one of the two doors in the main hold. It opened as she approached it. Inside, was another control cockpit, not as large as the Ebon Hawk’s, but still fully complemented. Obviously, the control for the main ship while the fighter was away.

She sat in the pilot’s seat, and studied the panels in front of her. There were a few buttons that were unfamiliar to her, but she finally located the one for the scanners and did a search for Kira and Crystal on the planet below. Once they were on board and their course plotted, there would be time enough for her to take care of Brax’s body.

“Jasra to Kira,” Jasra said into her com unit. “I’m aboard the main ship and coming to pick you and Crystal up, as soon as I familiarise myself with the controls.”

"Alright, we'll be waiting." Kira answered into her comm. and turned to Crystal. "Get ready, Jasra's coming."

Crystal nodded, but said nothing. She'd been considering making a run for the Ebon Hawk as it was only through her connection with Jasra that she could be controlled. Kira would be unable to stop her... but the Kira that stood next to her now would have no problems with killing her.

"If Jasra intends to do a quick flyover, you'd best be holding on to me," she said quietly, her voice edged with anger. "That way, you don't get left behind."

"I hope you don't plan to get too close." That same voice, the screens showing the Zedai symbol again. "The main ship is unable to enter atmosphere, it was constructed in orbit around Omwat, and designed to never leave space. But you can get fairly close. Shall i lay in a coarse getting you as close to where the fighter was landed?"

The voice was reminscent of Brax's own voice, and drew at her memories of her old mentor. "Also Brax has prepared a holo recording for you. It will play if you enter his old cahmbers, your chambers now. I am sure Kira will fancy herself the leader of your group, but Brax's chambers will admit only you."

Shall I lay in a course getting you as close to where the fighter was landed?"

The corners of Jasra's mouth lifted in a small smile as she took comfort in the sound of Brax's voice through the ship's computer. "Yes, please do," she answered. "And get as close as you can. I'm not sure what sort of limitations Crystal has for teleporting."

"Also Brax has prepared a holo recording for you. It will play if you enter his old chambers, your chambers now. I am sure Kira will fancy herself the leader of your group, but Brax's chambers will admit only you."

That was also comforting to know. It would be nice to have a place on the ship where she could be alone if she wanted to. Then, something struck her as odd. Brax had 'prepared' a recording for her? Had he known he was going to die, or had he been so practical as to prepare for every potential outcome of a situation? "Where is his chamber?" she asked the ship. "How do I access it?"

Nearby on the wall, a panel, shaped vaguely like a hand, began to flash repeatedly. Feeling that the ship's auto-pilot was sophisticated enough for it to pilot itself to its destination, Jasra left the console to investigate. As she pressed her hand flat against the panel, a hidden door slid open, revealing an airlock. “Do I need an environmental suit to access his chamber?” she tentatively asked the ship.

“Negative,” replied the ship.

Jasra took a deep breath and entered the airlock. The door automatically closed behind her and she could feel a gravity shift. When the door opened, her mouth dropped in fascinated awe.

The ‘ceiling’ was like a big glass dome. Above her the stars gleamed, and Yavin IV loomed closer as the ship made its approach. Jasra now understood why she had felt the gravity shift. She was standing on the other side of the floor of the cockpit--upside down so to speak.

The room was very large--much larger that she would have expected for a mere sleeping chamber. The floor was black, but the room was softly lit by a ring of light panels where the walls met the ceiling. There was a desk with a control panel on one side, a storage unit on the other side, but by far the most prominent furnishing in the room was the large, round bed with black pillows—covered with a deep burgundy-red quilt with the black Zedai symbol embroidered in the middle. But the most eyecatching feature was a collection of lightsabres--hundreds of them, mounted on the walls in an orderly fashion.

"Brax...?" Jasra frowned slightly. Had Brax played a part in the Jedi purge? Even though she was not a Jedi anymore, the thought worried her to think so. She reached out and touched one of the sabres.

Suddenly, she was confronted with a hologram of a Jedi she didn’t recognise. He slashed at her with his sabre, but was blocked by another sabre held from her point of view. She watched as the battle continued, with the Jedi dodging and returning and parrying blows from an unknown assailant, finally being defeated with a well-aimed slash to the neck. A hand reached out and picked the up the Jedi’s sabre and the hologram vanished.

She touched another, and a similar story unfolded—a Jedi in a battle for his life, ending with his defeat. It was on the third sabre hologram that she finally understood that the holograms were all records of Jedi defeats, each sabre having its own story to tell. But it was also apparent that it hadn’t been Brax’s hand that had seen reaching for the sabres of the dead Jedi after the battle had ended. She wondered who it could have been. Revan, perhaps?

She crossed over to the storage unit. On the wall next to it was an unusual suit of armour, hanging from a custom made bracket so that it was displayed as it would be worn. Its size was such that it looked like it would fit Brax, and with a light finger, she traced one of the ornate patterns engraved into the chest panel.

She continued her exploration, crossing over to the desk. There was a terminal on it, but no matter what button she pushed, she couldn’t seem to activate it. She frowned with disappointment at not being able to activate Brax’s holo-message to her.

Sighing, she backed her way over to the bed, thinking that she needed a quiet moment to think of what she was doing wrong. She laid down on the bed, and put her hands behind her head. The bed was comfortable—very comfortable, and staring up at the stars was strangely relaxing. “Well, Brax, you always did say that pleasures were not to be avoided, but embraced,” she said aloud, then she started to clear her mind to think.

"I wish I could see you Jasra, cuz I know that this is playing because I have left the universe." A sigh emitted from a point to her side. Brax stood looking down at her on the bed, the holo was blue, as all holo's were ... but Brax was blue so it kind of made it a little harder to see him like this. He looked a lot like his spirit had when she had last seen him. He wore his normal attire, plain black robes, his gauntlets were not worn though. His blue hands were clasped togethor infront of him.

"I wish that I could have had more time to teach you, and to be taught by you. You were teaching me a greater lesson than any I have ever learned. You were teaching me to care about you." He frowned, faintly, then smiled again. "Your journey is far from over, do not greive for me, focus on your task at hand. I assume I gave you the carving I was doing ... if you bring this to Omwat you will be recognized as my partner, and will be given all the rights of a Zedai. If you prove yourself worthy, you will be made their leader, as I would have been."

He moved sitting on the edge of the bed, looking out at the room. "If you haven't looked around my room yet, the lightsabers all have hoograms of the Jedai that was defeated. I didn't do them, well I did one." He pointed, and for a moment the holo made one lightsaber glow. "Revan's." He closed his eyes, "Many of these are infact Revan's kills ... this ship was his very briefly, when he was with our old leader. Searching for the Star Forge."

The glow around the saber faded, "The others are from various things, if you take them down there are datapads behind each, with details on who the Jedi was, and their past ... a great many things. You have likely seen at least some of the artifacts in the ship, they are all yours now. I collected a great number of them, but not all. The Zedai believe in perserving the past. Take good care of them please."

Brax's holo sat there silent for a few long moments, then turned looking right at her.

"Jasra, I fell in love with you, through our links, through our brief times togethor. I give my life and everything I had to you, I, Abraxius Ossange hereby make you my heir. The computer has record of this. My holdings on Omwat will be transfered to you, there is also an apartment on Coruscant which is now yours, and several others on other worlds. The computer has all the information." He sighed and turned away. "I wish that I had had time in life to explain these things to you, but either Kira killed me, or something else did. Don't dwell on my loss Jasra ... You have a great enemy to defeat."

"I should have told you this a long time ago, but there is a tracking device in your arm, it has tapped into your nervous system and allows Togo to see through your eyes and hear through your ears. If you go to the med lab in the ship, the auto-doc can remove it and destroy it."

With that the holo faded away, and the room was empty once again.

Jasra was glad she was lying down instead of standing. Brax’s message was brief and clear, but it brought the pain of his loss close to the surface once again. So, he had cared for her, loved her, just as she had him. She brushed away a tear that had spilled over before it could run the length of her cheek. But Brax was right, of course. Now was not the time to grieve for him. She had an important job to do. Find the rest of the shards. And the first step was to rid herself of the implant inside her.

She left his chamber, taking one last look at the stars and the approaching planet surface, before stepping into the airlock once again.

She found the med bay located on the opposite side of the main hold, along with what she assumed were crew quarters, had the ship had a crew. Good, she thought. It would make things handy to have separate rooms for Kira and Crystal. She didn’t think they would make amicable roommates.

The auto-doc in the med bay was an Omwati-looking hologram, not as powerfully built as Brax, but with the same white hair and red eyes that she had become accustomed to. She couldn’t remember getting the implant from Togo, but she knew Brax wouldn’t be lying to her as to its existence. “I have a nervous system implant,” she said to the auto-doc as she laid herself down on the table. “Please re….”

“Jasra? We have reached our destination,” the ship’s voice interrupted.

Jasra paused for a moment. Perhaps, it would be better if someone else were aboard before she removed the implant. After all, she had no idea how painful it might be or if it could be removed intact. And it could make finding Togo’s shard easier if they managed to find a way to trace the signal back to its source. It was prudent to ask Kira about it first.

“Thank you,” she said to the ship. “Please hold the ship here until I tell you otherwise.”

She rose from the table and headed for the main hold again. She was about to activate her com link when she looked at Brax’s body. Kira had hated him, and she didn’t want the presence of Brax’s body to aggravate her in her present state, or take the chance that Kira might mutilate him out of revenge for Revan’s death. Using the Force, she levitated the body out of the seat, and took it below with her to Brax’s chamber.

She laid his body, still shimmering with the stasis field, gently on one side of the bed. Then she removed the figure he had carved for her from her pocket, and gave it one last caress before laying it down next to him. “There. You’ll be safe here,” she said, knowing that no one could enter this chamber save her.

As she returned to the main hold again, she activated her com link. “Kira? I’m in range now. Crystal, teleport yourself and Kira to my location.”

She suddenly wondered why she had succumbed so quickly to the Dark Side of the Force and had felt obligated to serve Kira. Perhaps it had been her possession by Exar Kun. Or perhaps, like Crystal had said, it had something to do with being exposed to the shards and their power. Either way, she knew was struggling for balance—the path of the Zedai suddenly seemed to her a lot more difficult that the way of the Jedi. She had a lot to learn yet, and hoped that Kira would teach her.

Thinking of the Jedi, her thoughts began to wander to Karda. What was happening on the Ebon Hawk? She knew Atton was wounded, and Karda and the Disciple had taken him away to safety, but would he survive? Now that Kira and she had ‘fallen,’ would Karda be foolish enough to try and stop them from finding the remaining shards? She thought to ask Kira when she got on board. The crew of the Ebon Hawk, once their allies, could quite possibly become their enemies, an impediment to their goals.

"One angry master and one annoyed and unwilling slave coming right up," Crystal muttered. She took Kira's hand and... blink. They were gone. This time it took a few seconds. Then, they were in Brax's ship. She let go of Kira and went into the cockpit.

Suddenly, she winced. A flicker of memory let loose a flood of them and Crystal dropped to her knees, startled. She remembered everything. Glancing back to where Kira stood and then forward to Jasra, she decided that perhaps it was a good thing she was here.

Jasra raised her brow as Crystal fell to her knees. "Something wrong, Crystal?" she asked, thinking that maybe the teleporting journey had been too much for her to bear. "There's a med bay on board with an auto-doc, if you think that will help." She eyed her supiciously, sensing that Crystal was holding back something.

Not entirely sure that she wanted to know what Crystal was hiding, or at least, not sure if the information would be pleasing to Kira in her presently agitated state, she added, "Crew quarters, if you think it won't."

Crystal opened her eyes and stood. "Shall we perhaps say I remember everything now?"

She smiled slightly. "After my encounter with the first shard, I found I couldn't remember much. Didn't know exactly where I was, though everyone's thoughts kept bleeding we were aboard the Ebon Hawk. I remember how I got aboard and what we were doing prior to any exposure to the shards."

The Watcher stirred slowly, his head aching as if it had been cleaved in two. He opened his eyes, and found himself lying on the ground, a few dozen meters from the Ebon Hawk. Kira, Crystal, and Jasra were nowhere to be seen.
He stood, and stumbled towards the Ebon Hawk.

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Disciple lifted Atton onto the bio-bed in the Ebon Hawk, injecting a pain killer into his blood stream. He was barking orders to Nyssa and Tegan, and they were passing him chemicals and devices from all over the room. Nyssa examined the life sign readout. The console started beeping at them.
"What's happening?" asked Tegan.
"Cerebral hypoxia..." muttered Disciple. "Nyssa, get me a cordical stimulator. His brain is shutting down from lack of oxygen..."
Nyssa passed him a small, circular device, which Disciple placed on Atton's right temple and activated.
"Neural activity is stablizing. But his blood pressure is dangeorusly low."
"That's to be expected, his abdomen cut open as it is..." after a moment examining the readouts, he punched the table in frustration. "I can't do anything more with equipment this limited."
"If only the Doctor were here..." said Tegan. "The med lab in the TARDIS is much better equipped for this sort of emergency."
At that moment, the Watcher entered the room, breathing heavily. He went over to Atton's side, and checked his vitals without looking at the consoles. "Cerebral hypoxia... blood pressure is 60 over... he needs to be taken to my TARDIS."
"It's not safe to move him," argued Disciple. "We can't-"
"We don't have a choice," said the Watcher sternly. Either we risk his death in moving him, or we assure it by leaving him here. He needs more advanded medical equpiment if he is to survive."
Discplie grimaced, but nodded. Together with the Watcher, he lifted Atton gently.
"This way," said he Watcher. He led them ot the cargobay, where he walked to the very back, to a selaed compartment.
"You'll never get that open," said Disciple. "Kira's been trying for months. They're all... hold on..." he said. "This one... it wasn't here before..."
"That's right," said the Watcher, pulling out a device they recognized as a sonic screwdriver. "This is my TARDIS."
He activated the device, and the compartment opened. There was nothing in it but blackness. The Watcher stepped into it, Disciple, Nyssa, and Tegan following.

The Watcher's TARDIS was far different than the Doctor's in appearance. The console room had a much more organic feel to it, and seemed much older.
"This way," he said, leading them through the opposite door. He took them through a series of passages that seemed identical in layout to that of the Doctor's TARDIS. The med lab looked much older than the Doctor's as well, but was just as well equipped. He led them to a bio bed, where they placed Atton gently down. The Watcher began barking orders. "Nyssa, I need 30cc of Dorasine," he said. He turned to Disciple. "What planets have you been to gathering Shards?" he asked.
"We started on Taris, where Kira was given the mission by Togo," he said, confused. "Then we went to Manaan. That's where Revan was killed. From there, we travelled to Dagobah. The Doctor has that Shard in the TARDIS."
"And that's it?"
"Until here, yes."
"Is there anything you can think of that links these planets in any way?"
"Well... I know that Revan journeyed to Manaan during the Jedi Civil War... and Taris is where he crash landed after escaping the Endar Spire. Other than that... I can't think of anything."
"What about tombs? I know there are ancient Sith tombs on Manaan - they haven't been discovered yet, but I believe there was one near the location of the Shard."
"What about Taris? There are no tombs there."
"I have reason to believe that the Shard you saw on Taris was not located there. I fear that this 'Togo' may be a front for something far more terrible."
"Like wh- No. First things first: Who are you?"
The Watcher administered the drugs to Atton. "I am the Watcher. I was sent by the Time Lords to repair the damage done to the Time stream."
"What do you-"
"I'll explain some other time. Right now, we must get to the next Shard before Kira. I believe we can reason the possible planets down to four: Tatooine, Dxun, Onderon, or Dantooine."
"We can rule out Dantooine. There's a Jedi presenece there."
"Agreed. And Tatooine's tomb has been raided multiple times. There will be no Shard there any longer."
"That leaves Onderon and Dxun."
"Onderon has no tombs. None that have not been thoroughly searched."
"Then Dxun is it. We must leave right away."
"Wait... can't we take this TARDIS there?" sugested Tegan.
"No," said Disciple sternly. "I'm not abandoning the Ebon Hawk."
"You won't have to," said the Watcher. "You forget that a TARDIS is dimensionally trancindental. I think I could find a room large enough to fit the Ebon Hawk. Once we've stablized Atton's condition, I'll begin transit."

Crystal opened her eyes and stood. "Shall we perhaps say I remember everything now?"

She smiled slightly. "After my encounter with the first shard, I found I couldn't remember much. Didn't know exactly where I was, though everyone's thoughts kept bleeding we were aboard the Ebon Hawk. I remember how I got aboard and what we were doing prior to any exposure to the shards."

"I see," said Jasra. "Well, I suppose there'll be time enough to discuss that on the way to...where ever we're going."

Jasra turned to Kira. "What of the Ebon Hawk, Master?" she asked her. "Do you think they will try and follow us? Atton may be injured, but Karda is also a pilot. And a Jedi," she added with a hint of warning. "I don't imagine he'll be too pleased at you going after the remaining shards on your own."

As Jasra was speaking, she had removed her datapad from her belt and had been typing something on it without looking at it. Now, she handed it to Kira, again without looking at it.

Kira, I've been informed by the ship's computers that I have a neural implant placed inside my arm by Togo. It allows him to see and hear what I do. If we can remove it intact without his knowledge, we may be able to use it to track his location. And the location of the shard he holds. I'll need to be unconscious for the procedure, otherwise Togo will be aware of our plan and severe the link. Chastise me for insolence, knock me unconscious, and take me to the med bay. The auto doc there can remove it."

((FFWM, this is just correcting a continuity error you made a while back that Jasra caught. If you're confused, Jasra or I can explain.
I've also had an idea that I want to run by Jasra and FFWM. I'll talk to you about it later.))

Thanatos stood at the Doctor's cell, staring down at him.
"You are a strong being, Time Lord," he hissed, his voice still nothing more than a whisper. "But... I will break you. The Exile is... on her way to Dxun... to find a fourth Shard..."
"Fourth? She only has two. The one we found on Dagobah is on the TARDIS."
"Your are naive, Time Lord. She... stole it... from the TARDIS."
The Doctor stared at him in horror. "So that means..."
"Yes.... you have the final Shard... the one that will lead her to brgin the others to me. Jasra has done her job well."
The Doctor stared at him. "Jasra.... no... she's been working for you the whole time?!"
"Yes. Inkowingly, of course... I can see and hear everything she does."
The Doctor went numb wehen he realized what that meant. He had been privy to all their plans. All their wondeirngs as to the nature of their mission...
Thanatos was speaking again. "Now... the other Time Lord. Who is he?"
The Doctor looked up at him, confused. "What other... wait.... there is another... the one who disabled my TARDIS... the one who trapped me here, in this galaxy, in this time..."
"Who is he?" repeated Thanatos warningly.
"I don't know. The High Council must have sent him here... possibly to restore the Time Line..."
Thanatos ignored this last comment. "If I discover that you are lying to me, Time Lord..."
"Now Thanatos, I thought we were beyond that point in our relationship? Are you saying you don't trust me?"
Thanatos turned and exited the chamber.

Kira accepted the datapad and read it over as she spoke, "I have no doubt that they'll try and catch us." she said, "We have a head start, I do believe, but Karda is no fool. Though they haven't the faintest idea where they're going, he'll be able to track us down. I guarentee it. We can expect to see the Hawk and her crew again. If nothing else, I doubt Atton would want to give up on me. If he survives long enough to know I'm gone. We must be careful, however, that our...emmotional entanglements do not get in our way when and if we do face off against our former comrades." she said, her eyes meeting Jasra's and giving her a sharp, meaningful look. "Just as I cannot allow my feelings for Atton and Mical get in the way, you must keep your feelings for Karda in check."
After a moment, she returned the datapad to Jasra. "We'll have to do it. I have no doubt that he will have the last Shard, and with him, we'll find the Doctor. Dead or alive, it makes no difference. All I know is that he has either been given the final Shard, or someone near him has it. And I must have it."

"We must have it," Jasra said, looking directly at Kira.

"Oh? We will, will we?" Kira made sure that Jasra understood what she was about to do before giving her a sharp and strong right hook to her temple, which knocked her out quite easily. As the woman collapsed to the ground, Kira quickly scooped her up into her arms and carried her into the med bay, brushing quickly past Crystal. She lay her on one of the exam tables, and turned to the hologram she assumed was the auto-doc.
"I trust she's already told you of the thing in her arm?" the Exile asked it, and the hologram afirmed it. "Good, I want you to get the chip out of her quickly. And please, make sure its intact."

When Jasra came to, the first thing she saw was Kira holding the implant between her fingers.

“Nice one, Master Kira,” Jasra said, sitting up on the table and rubbing her head. “The implant… is it still working?”

Kira nodded.

“Good.” Jasra slid off the table, shook her head, then looked down at the neat incision now healing on her upper arm. She looked at the auto-doc. “This thing is quite handy. Much quieter than the Disciple, too,” she added.

Jasra headed for the main hold, and the controls for the ship’s computer. “The computer seems to respond to my voice, Master,” Jasra said. She placed the chip on a small scanner. “I need to trace the source of this chip’s transmission signal,” she said to the ship. “Please feed the co-ordinates into the navi-computer.”

There was some silence, then the scanner activated. “The chip is transmitting to a location in orbit around the moon of Dxun,” said the ship, in Brax’s voice. Jasra thought she noticed Kira cringe at that. “Shall I proceed to that location?”

“Yes.” Jasra suddenly paused. “No,” she said instead. “Hold off for a moment.”

She had spotted something of interest on the wall of artefacts. An optical visor. She went to it, and carefully took it down. “If we connect this chip to the visor, then we can continue ‘transmitting’ to Togo or whoever he’s working for. Give him only information we want him to know. Might come in handy. Cause some confusion to our advantage. What do you think, Master?”

Kira smiled, her fangs glistening hauntingly, "Great idea, Jasra." she said, examening the visor, "We could definatly use this to our advantage. It seems that it was indeed a good idea to take you on. We can send whoever is on the recieving end data showing us searching for the next Shard somewhere further off...while indeed we are right under their noses."

"Very well, Master." Jasra proceed to link up the chip with the visors sensors. It wasn't difficult. Very much like setting up a spy cam or tracer, and she'd done plenty of those types of jobs.

"There." She put on the visor. "Now, if I switch this on, it will transmit. Switch it off, and I'm... 'sleeping'," she said with an evil kind of grin.

"Since I'm 'unconscious,' as far as the chip is concerned, we can go ahead and set our course for Dxun. Just let me know when you want to have it broadcasting, Master."

She went towards the cockpit, giving Crystal a look so she would move out of her way, and then sat down at the controls. "Set a course for Dxun," she told the ship's computer.

"As you wish, Jasra," the computer responded, again in Brax's voice. Jasra had to grin. Although it was comforting to her, she wondered if Brax's voice was irritating Kira.

"There has to be a way to change that voice." Kira murmured, before turning to Crystal.
"So." she said, "You mentioned that you remembered everything. What exactly do you remember?"

Crystal stared at Kira for a moment. "I remember how I came to be aboard the Ebon Hawk," she answered. "How I was running from..." She shuddered slightly. "And you and your companions defended me."

"Who was it you were running from?" Kira asked, curious.

Crystal groaned. "That's a rather long story... I'm not sure you have the patience for it any longer."

Jasra watched with interest as Kira began to question Crystal. She knew Crystal was hiding something, but she also knew that in her present state Kira would have no qualms about extracting the information from her forcibly if she wouldn't give it voluntarily.

Be careful, she warned Crystal through their link.

"Oh?" Kira let a sharp edge creep into her voice, "Try me."

Crystal winced slightly. "It'll only lead to questions I'm not equipped to answer," she said quietly.

((What might make this interesting? Have Kira order Jasra to command Crystal to explain.))

"It will, will it?" Kira answered, stepping closer to Crystal. The Exile raised her gloved hand, and back-handed Crystal across the face. "I don't particularly like being disobeyed."
After a moment, she looked over her shoulder at Jasra. "Make her tell me. Now."