Isaac stood there in the doorway of the cockpit and simply looked at Lyna. This girl obviously did have a lot to learn, but somethings she needed to learn the hard way. Through experience, the typical Trial and Error. He could feel the pressure of the air push upon his arms as he raised them to cross them over his chest.

"You should not just limit yourself to being just a clone of a dead person." Isaac said as he lowered his arms and walked towards the co-pilot seat. "In stead make a name for yourself. You can go find answers by defeating Sethos, and talking to Cade Skywalker. But then what? what will you do? You are not a clone, you are now a living breathing human. Your destiny is in your own hands."

Isaac eyes scanned over the control panels. If anything this adventure would surely be an interesting one indeed.

"You should not just limit yourself to being just a clone of a dead person." Isaac said as he lowered his arms and walked towards the co-pilot seat. "In stead make a name for yourself. You can go find answers by defeating Sethos, and talking to Cade Skywalker. But then what? what will you do? You are not a clone, you are now a living breathing human. Your destiny is in your own hands."

Lyna looked down and smiled. "Thanks, Isaac. Ya know, for someone with words of wisdom, you could be like a teacher to me. But I'll definitely keep in mind what you said."

She sat on the pilot seat and contacted Rav. His hologram showed up. "Any location as to where he's at?" Lyna asked him.

"He's located on Zeltros. Looks like he still resides there. Told the lad Midnight would be there too," Rav replied with a grin, referring to Lyna's alias. "I also told my boys to be at the docking bay to load some shipments. When you strike there, he'll surely be there as well."

Lyna nodded. "You have my thanks, Rav." And with, she cut the transmission off. "Grab a seat, Isaac. We're headed for Zeltros." As the young woman punched in the coordinates for Zeltros, Cyan jumped on Lyna's shoulder, ready for an adventure.

Xan couldn't help but chuckle as Tandra and Quaver had their little conversation. At least they were somewhat enjoying themselves. He'd have to hope that this tribe would have some useful information to point them in the right direction. Or at the very least, he could take one of tribe members and get himself a bargaining chip to make Lyna come to him. It wasn't exactly the best of thoughts, but he had a job to do.

The ship was now nearing Ossus. Within a few minutes they would land on the surface. Xan hit a button to use the intercom in order to wake up the others.

"Mrs. Honso, its time for you and your boy to get up."

Isaac's eyes just watched his right hand as he slide over the top of the chair. It was cold and metallic, but it was common in ships. With the tip of his tongue protruding slightly he ran over his drying lips drying to revitalize them with some moisture. After a while Isaac noticed that the corners of his lips were slightly turned up, and when he wondered why he realized it was from the girls remark of him being something like a teacher.

"I suppose..." Isaac said trailing off as he looked out the window before him "But there will be lessons where words can not suffice. Only experience will do."

Shifting in the chair Isaac started to lean more on his left elbow and the side of his head on the back of his fingers. Things were definitely starting to get interesting, more interesting then they had been previously anyways.

((Gonna do a little timeskip, if that's okay.))

"I suppose..." Isaac said trailing off as he looked out the window before him "But there will be lessons where words can not suffice. Only experience will do."

Lyna smiled. "True that." And with that, Lyna started up the engines, with the Justice lifting up from the docking platform. When the ship was finally in the air, the Justice flew off into space. "We'll be at Zeltros in no time," Lyna annouced, activating the hyperdrive. The Justice entered hyperspace in one flash.

(Moments later)

That night, four smugglers working for Rav were unloading some shipments in Zeltros' docking bay. "Gotta be on the lookout for... Midnight, the boss called her," one Bith said.

"How do we know she won't beat us to death?" a male Human asked.

One Nautolan laughed. "Afraid to get beat up by a girl, lad?"

"Aww, quit yer whinin'!" a Shistavanen whispered, "As soon as the girl gets here to "steal" the shipments, Reaper will show up. Just chill. We'll be fine." The smugglers continued to unload the shipments on another Cargolift vessel.

Reaper was watching from the shadows within the docking bay of the city, where Rav's men were loading smuggled cargo into the vessel. Using the binocular mode of his helmet, he watched and studied the cargo.

Definatly the proper size to fit smuggled weapons. After dealing with Midnight, he thought he would check the thug holding the datapad to ensure it was within the best interests of the Fel Empire, and nobody else. Rav wasnt one to be trusted.

But he was more interested in the profile of Midnight, and her resemblance to Lyna. A lost relative? A lookalike? or even an imposter. Or it could be all part of Rav's ellaborate scheme to claim the bounty on Reaper's head. There were all sorts of possibilities, which caused him to have second thoughts of going through with this.

Reaper continued to watch from the shadows. There were a number of ways Midnight could infiltrate the docks.

ABOARD XANDER'S VESSEL

Mrs. Honso. Mrs. Honso? Who is this woman, and why is--Oh. It's me. Groaning inwardly as the reality of her situation dawned on her once more, Tandra Kerthain rubbed her eyes, still heavy with sleep. It's too early...

Quaver, however, her newly-dubbed "son", was wide awake and ready for action. He'd been that way ever since he was a toddler, needing very little rest in order to survive. Perhaps it was his hyperactive nature, or perhaps this state of being was an adaptation he'd made in order to adjust to life at the medical facility. No one had liked him there, or even tolerated his presence very much, and so Quaver'd had to be ready for anything and anyone that would do him harm. His senses had become ultra-heightened.

"Come on, Mom!" he cried, tugging at Tandra's arm. "It's showtime!"

Tandra shook her head. "Time to go through with the charade, you mean. I still don't like this. What if the Ysanna see through us and think we're fake?"

"If we're good and pull off our act to the best of our ability, they won't. Remember, Tandra: the best actors are ones that don't constantly realize that they're acting. Put yourself in the shoes of the real Mrs. Honso, and you'll do fine."

She tousled Quaver's hair again, and he did not resist. "Thanks, kid."

"You're welcome. And, one more thing...no 'medium-type' stuff, okay?"

He meant trying to contact Lyna, even for the sake of the Ysanna tribe.

"Trust me," Tandra grumbled. "That'll be the LAST thing on my frazzled mind!"

Moments later, they arrived near Zeltros' docking bay. Hiding her ship in the shadows, Lyna turned to Isaac and smiled. "Here's how it's gonna go down. I'm gonna sneak in the docking bay where Rav's men are "loading" the shipments on a Cargolift vessel. Then, I'm gonna attack them in "surprise". Hopefully, Cade will be there to try and "stop" me. Get it?" She smiled.

"Anyway, you can assist me, if ya like? Just don't kill Rav's men. Make it look good." And with that, Lyna got up from her seat, exited the Justice, and headed to the docking bay...

"This is the last shipment, boys," the male Shistavanen said, grinning to them. "See? Told ya that Midnight gal wasn't comin'."

"Well think again, hotshot!" a voice yelled. They looked up. It was Lyna aka Midnight, standing on the ship that hung on to the metal rope. "Kark! It's Midnight! Quick, boys, blast her!" The smugglers took out their blasters and shot at Lyna, missing on purpose.

Midnight jumped down from the shipments and used the Force to Force push them into a wall. She then landed on the docking bay, laughing. "My gratitudes to Rav. These baby's will be coming with me instead of Fel's Empire!" She laughed maniacally. "This Cade should be showing up by now," she thought to herself.

Reaper eyed the one called Midnight through his sniper scope. She appeared as exactly within the picture as Rav showed him. She definatly acted like her as well.

He watched as the guards were pushed away against the wall. As soon as they recovered and ran towards her, Reaper aimed and pulled the trigger. Two projectiles were fired; one each went through their foot. As soon as they were disabled, Reaper packed away his EDD Multitask Rifle and placed it on his back. It was time to find out who she really was.

He ran around the walkway surrounding the dock, so that Midnights back was facing him. He leaped from the ledge and landed on the dock, and pulled out his lightsaber. Acknowledging the fact that she was intune with the force, then it was time to conclude her identity once and for all.

"If you are who I think you are; then defend yourself, Doppelganger!" he spoke through his helmet. He activated his Lightsaber, and ran towards her.

"If you are who I think you are; then defend yourself, Doppelganger!" he spoke through his helmet.

Hearing those words made her wonder if he figured her out yet or not. Well, it was a good think she had her Red Goggles on. As he ran towards her and she stood there with her back facing him, she grinned and said, "I knew you'd come." Lyna took out both lightsabers in a flash and quickly turned around to block Reaper's blow. She had the original Lyna's lightsaber and a defeated Sith's lightsaber as well.

"Well, well. Reaper, isn't it? I've been looking for you. Oh, and if you think this is about Rav... it's not. It's just you and me, hotshot." She began to engage in a duel with him, using every skill she had.

Xan landed the his ship near the old jedi temple, after he spotted it. He hopped out and motioned for Tandra and Quaver to do the same. He took out his two blaster pistols and began to move.

"Stay close, and be calm. Remember, were suppose to be here," he said to the two.

He walked up the stairs and through the door. It would only be a matter of time before they found the tribe...or the tribe found them.

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"Wow..." murmured Tandra, gazing up at the ivy-embalmed structure. "A Jedi temple, now left to rack and ruin..." As dead as this edifice seemed, some life still pulsed within it. According to the middle-aged woman's mind, either the spirits of the dead inhabited this place or a concealed tribe did not want anyone else to discover them. Hopefully, the Ysanna were still here and in the realm of the living, and that was why she beckoned Quaver nearer.

"What's so amazing about this crumbling wreck?" he grumbled, rolling his eyes. "The last time I checked, the Jedi didn't have much use for preteen pyromaniacs." As right as he was, his blood still ran cold. "Look--up ahead. Stay quiet. They may or may not attack us." Indeed, there were figures coming toward them, and that was what made Quaver's blood run cold.

Xan too saw the figures that Quaver had pointed out to the group. He stopped moving and raised both his blaster pistols. He wasn't sure who these people were, but he couldn't take any chances. If they were the tribesmen he was looking for than they would respond to their tribe name. If they didn't...then Xan would have to kill these people quickly.

"Are you members of the Ysanna tribe? If you are, then we have business to attend to, if not than don't take another step. If you do, I start shooting."

Reapers Lightsaber clashed with Midnights. It was clear she was both Force Sensitive and trained within Jedi Arts, or something similar. He eyed both colors of her sabers. One was orange, and the other was red. That was not normally a good indication.

Reaper unleashed a combo of swipes and spinning attacks against Midnight. He performed a mid-air cartwheel so as to swipe his saber down at Midnight - expectadly was repelled. She was well trained. As he landed a few meters away from her, he unleashed a current of force lightning. "What would she do in those situations?" he thought to himself, as if conducting a survey on her. He wanted to be absolutely positive in his hunch.

Isaac watched as they approached the planet below, the one Lyna was calling Zeltros. He listened to her words half heartedly not really wanting to get involved in her little side trip. If this was something she needed to do for herself then let it be. But there were bigger and more important things to be done, then close old wounds. Staying in the co-pilots chair Isaac listened to Lyna's foot steps walk away, and then watched as she her make a scene. The whole display was some what impressive if not a little on the childish side.

After a few moments another being appeared and engaged in combat with Lyna. Isaac assumed the act was a ploy to leed that being out of hiding. Standing up slowly he arched his back and felt some vibrations down his spine as it poped releasing small air pockets with in the joints. Leaving Lyna to fight her own battles Isaac walked around the ship, examining each room, and corridor. As he walked down one corridor running his fingers lightly against the right hand wall he found a loose metal plate. His eyes looked upon it as his fingers played with it loosening it more.

With both hands Isaac pulled the plate off and set it down upon the ground. It was a hatch leading to some electrical work. This was a good place for what he had, might cause some minor delays in sending coordinate information, but nothing that place the others behind. Reaching under his robe to the back of his belt he had hidden a small tracking device. A small click was heard as it detached from his belt and another was heard as it magnetized to the inside wall left of the hatch opening. Setting the hatch in place more securely this time Isaac continued down the corridor looking over the ship.

After some time Isaac was leaning his back against a wall near where Lyna had excited the ship and waited for her return, and he assumed the being she was currently fighting would be in tow.

"Train hard Lyna." Isaac mumbled to himself his eyes closed as he just stood there listening "It isn't often others get a second chance to do what they should of done the first time."

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The leader of the makeshift scouting party, a hooded man of middle age, stepped forward with hands raised in a gesture of surrender. "We are indeed Ysanna," he replied, "but if this 'business' that you wish with us involves the forfeiture of our lives, know that the Force will come to our inevitable aid." He signaled for his followers to stop behind him and let him take the initiative.

Xan lowered his aim but he didn't put away his pistols. He needed to get some questions answered, and if this didn't work than Xan would not be happy. He had to somewhat put some faith into this Ysanna tribe, as they were his only good lead to finding Lyna. He pointed to Tandra and Quaver with his thumb.

"This is Tandra Honso and her son Quaver. They are Lyna Honso's aunt and cousin. We need to speak with Chieftess Ysanna immediately."

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The hooded man gazed at Tandra and Quaver and frowned. "Strange. We have known Lyna Honso for years, and yet she never told us about either of you." He stepped closer to them. "Would you mind telling me who you are?"

"We are as he says we are," Tandra replied softly. "If you doubt us, we'll soon prove that we were just as much a part of her family as you were, being the tribe that mentored and supported her. If you let us speak with the Chieftaness, we would be most grateful, and be on our way besides." She folded her hands in front of her, and Quaver gave a sincerely earnest nod.

The man's brow furrowed. "If you must know, Lyna Honso is dead, and has been ever since she was slain by Darth Sethos. What is that you humans say to force someone to leave? 'Get lost'? Yes, that's it. Get lost, intruders!"

Xan shook his head as the tribe members were beginning to get angered by their presence. He hadn't come all this way just to be told to get lost. He raised the blaster pistol in his right hand, and aimed it at the one who spoke.

"Look buddy, I have a job to do. That's getting these two people to see the chieftess. Now you can take us there, or I can slaughter my way there. I'll let you choose, and I strongly encourage you pick the first option. I've had one hell of a day, and you don't want to see me lose my temper."

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The hooded man stepped back quickly and raised his hands in surrender once more. "There is no way I will risk my own life, and that of my tribe, in a lethal standoff," he blurted out. "The woman and her son--if he IS her son--can see the Chieftaness, but they will have to speak with her alone. Is that clear?" Seeing that Xander neither moved nor spoke, he beckoned Tandra and Quaver forward. They both obeyed, moving toward him and the rest of the Ysanna tribe. None of them dared to address them as they moved toward an enclosed ivy garden in the middle of the decrepit and crumbling temple.

The Chieftaness of the Ysanna was waiting there, her body sunk down in blissful relaxation upon one of the larger boulders. When she saw her tribe and the two visitors they escorted, she stood, her eyes fearful and wary.

"Greetings, strangers," said the robed woman, about ten years older than her male colleague. "I am the spiritual and political leader of my tribe, called the Ysanna. We live here within the ruins of this sacred building, meditating upon the Force and calling it to guide us as we live our daily lives. What is it that you want from us? Do not lie, for the Force will reveal your deception if you do." The Chieftaness gazed straight into Tandra's eyes. "Speak, if you dare."

"I search for Lyna Honso," Tandra replied. "I am her aunt, and my son is her cousin." She closed her eyes, praying that the Chieftaness had been bluffing.

The Chieftaness' eyes widened. "How could you not have heard? Our sister was slain by Darth Sethos, and if you were truly her relatives, you would have known thus!" She sighed. "Why have you both come to torment us?"

Tandra took a deep breath. "We believe that she has been cloned, ma'am."

"Cloned? How is that even possible? If it were true, she would have tried to contact us--wouldn't she?" The Chieftaness shook her head. "Pah! More lies."

((I'm back for sure! Those final exams were crazy. But now... I'm on Winter Break! :D BTW, Halana Ysanna aka the Chieftess, is Lyna's grandmother. The five real cousins of Lyna living with her are Myzu (24), Saluna (22), JoJo and Jomo (17, twins), and Tino (7). They are the Children of Light who protects the Ysanna and the Jedi artifacts. :) ))

Using Force absorb to absorb the lighting, Lyna looked at Reaper. "Listen to me! If you'd just let me explain everything in a civilized matter, none of us will have to die tonight! Please!!"

The young woman struggled to hold off that much Force lighting, making her kneel on the ground hut still absorbing the lighting.

(Meanwhile)

Cyan the binjinphant came to Isaac and sniffed him. She was wondering what he was really up to. The little creature squealed at him, as if trying to say something.

"Listen to me! If you'd just let me explain everything in a civilized matter, none of us will have to die tonight! Please!!"

Reaper watched as she continued to absorb the lightning. Impressive, and to show this much resiliance against him was indeed a spectacle. He suppressed his energy, and let go. The lightning stopped.

Reaper switched off his lightsaber. He walked towards a crate and sat on it. He stared at her. "I'm sorry... I had to be sure. During your absense, I came to realise that you do not trully know someone: until you fight them."

He reached for his helmet and slid it off his head. A pale face with messy dark-blonde hair was revealed underneath. A scar visible was seen across his face.

"Its always nice to see you again, Lyna." he smiled. Then looked down at his feet. "I thought you were dead... we all did."

Lyna knelt on the ground, looking up at Reaper sadly. She too looked down. "I wish I can say I came back from the dead. But I can't. The real Lyna did die. But me..." She sighed, taking off the Red Goggles and revealing herself, "I'm a clone of Lyna Honso. You see, her old friend, Lemia if you remember, asked a Kaminoan named Sig Tapps to make a clone of her deceased friend. It's been a year and... here I am."

She looked up at Reaper. "I wanted to find you. To feel something that the old Lyna felt about you. And... I'm also here to stop Sethos. To finish what she didn't." The young woman smiled. "It's great to see you though... Cade Skywalker."

Xan smiled from underneath his mask as Tandra and Quaver had been taken away. He hadn't planned on being invited to the little party, so for it to have actually happened was a good thing. He had some plans of his own, now all he needed was to spring the trap.

Sethos had mentioned a group known as the Children of Light. There was the leader, who Xan would love to whip in a fight. There was the hot one, the twins, and last but certainly not least the small child. They not only protected the tribe, but the artifacts as well. Xan didn't really want the artifacts, but he knew if he went snooping around than they would come stop him.

Lyna trusted the small boy, Xan would trick him. Perhaps even promise to let the boy see Lyna...and the hot one could come too. The others though, he didn't really care about them. The other tribe members would be talking with Tandra and Quaver. He needed them to keep the others busy for as long as possible.

Lets see what these Children of Light are all about.

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"If you think I'm a liar, then that's perfecly understandable," Tandra Kerthain told the Chieftess of the Ysanna, "but I swear to you upon my very life that I am not." She took a deep breath, because she was about to take a terrible and possibly life-threatening risk. "It turns out that I'm a medium, having recently been confined in a medical facility for the mentally ill. No one else except my son here believes that I can speak with the dead, but I can."

Halana Ysanna raised an eyebrow. "Have you tried to contact Lyna, then?"

"Yes, I have. She wouldn't talk to me. Her presence in the netherworld of the Force vanished as soon as I tried to communicate with her. She seemed very frightened. Terrified, even. I don't know why, since I'm one of her relatives."

"Perhaps she sensed you were in danger," the Chieftess replied, "or that there was some dark presence surrounding you. It's not like Lyna to be distant from any of the members of her family, including you--if, indeed, you are not misleading me." Halana stepped closer to Tandra. "Listen. If Lyna Honso has been cloned, there should have been two presences in the Force."

"There were--a faint one and a distinct one. Neither the 'dead' Lyna nor the 'living' one would deign to say a word when I meditated upon them last."

Halana made a small motion with her hand. Myzu, one of Lyna's true cousins, stepped forward. "Woman," Myzu said, "you and your son must leave. Now."

Tandra's blood ran ice-cold. "Why?"

"Because you're lying, you filthy wretch--both you and he!" Without another word, Myzu sprang forward and drew his weapon on Tandra and Quaver.

Xan felt like he got hit by a bantha. His head began to hurt unexpectedly. He could sense something wasn't right with Tandra and Quaver. He could see the Chieftaness signaling one of the members of the Children of Light. Using Force Speed, one of the force abilities he was good at using, he ran as quickly as he could.

Xan drew one of his swords, and using a combination of Force Jump and his own acrobatic abilities, he landed in front of Tandra and Quaver.

"Look buddy, why don't let the lady and her kid talk. Of course if you'd rather I'd kill you than that's fine too."

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Myzu's eyes grew dark. "No. You're the one who is about to die." He gritted his teeth and sprang toward Xander, signaling the rest of the tribe to attack. Obediently, the others dashed forward with belligerence in their eyes. The Chieftess, despite her age, was not about to let her tribe be threatened. She drew a ceremonial dagger from the long folds of her robe and joined the fray.

"Wait!" Tandra screamed, to no avail. She yanked Quaver close to her. "Stay back," she warned. "There's no way in this galaxy I'm letting you get killed." To her horror, the young boy was pulling out a lighter and grenade.

"Quaver..."

"Stop this nonsense right now," he said coldly, "or I blow us all sky-high!"

Isaac left eyebrow perked up after hearing a strange noise coming from below. Looking down with his eyes only he saw the binjinphant called Cyan. This little creature was rather annoying but Isaac figured he'd better pay attention to it. Hopefully the thing wasn't sick, he didn't know much about this type of creature so healing it would be difficult. Isaac turned towards the binjinphant and squatted down resting his forearms over his thighs.

"What is it little one?" Isaac asked as he looked at Cyan with slight curiosity. Sometimes Isaac wished he had to skill to understand beast creatures, but he didn't and it was something he had grown use too.

"I'm a clone of Lyna Honso. You see, her old friend, Lemia if you remember, asked a Kaminoan named Sig Tapps to make a clone of her deceased friend. It's been a year and... here I am."

Cade stood off of the crate and began pacing around the area. His back faced Lyna, as he watched nearby starships fly out of the hangar. "I see..." he added. A clone of Lyna. That was all that was circling his head.

"Then I was wrong about you after all." he turned to face her. "You may be her... but you trully are not."

"But you wanted to speak with me. Well, here I am standing right here. During the past year, I became a form of authority for this city. The locals here called me "Reaper"... but its still just Cade to you. Rav contacted me and gave me a lead on you. I assume that was your doing?"

"Then I was wrong about you after all." he turned to face her. "You may be her... but you trully are not."

Lyna looked down sadly. "I know..."

"But you wanted to speak with me. Well, here I am standing right here. During the past year, I became a form of authority for this city. The locals here called me "Reaper"... but its still just Cade to you. Rav contacted me and gave me a lead on you. I assume that was your doing?"

She sighed, standing up and rubbing her arm nervously. "Yeah. But I had no intention on hurting you. See... I keep having memories of the old Lyna flashing before me. You were in the flashes the most. Maybe... she really loved you. And... I know no one can take her place. Not even me."

Lyna shook her head sadly. "Whatever happened between you and Lyna... I guess I want to start over. But if you don't want, I'll just leave right now and stop Sethos. That's my main mission. But I just wanted to see you. To understand something."

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All of a sudden, Saluna and Tino came between the Ysanna tribe and the intruders. "WAIT!!! Hold your weapons. Let us talk with them," Tino said. Saluna turned to the boy with the gernade and lighter. "If you put down the gernade and lighter, will you hear what my cousin and I have to say. In a peaceful matter. None of us has to die, you know. Please."

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Cyan jumped on his shoulder and sniffed Isaac. Something about him wasn't right. She could sense it. But then... she sensed conflict within him. Hey, she was no Jedi. Just an ordinary creature.

The binjinphant squealed, licking Isaac's face. Then she jumped down, got her bouncing ball, and placed it in front of Isaac.

Xan flipped back to avoid Myzu's sword. He was ready to attack, when he saw Quaver holding a grenade. He once again found himself impressed with the boy. Suddenly it seemed the skirmish was put to a halt when the small boy and the hot one emerged from no where. Xan couldn't help but grin, as this is exactly who he needed to talk to.

"Do as they say Quaver," Xan said. He looked over at Tino then Saluna, and then to Ysanna. "Your lovely Chieftess, If we could speak with those two for just five minutes, that would be greatly appreciated. We'll be on our way, and you'll never see us again."

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Quaver, glancing warily at Xander, obeyed the latter's command. "Trust me," he said. "Even though I am a pyromaniac, certifiably insane and a convicted felon at only ten years old, I have no desire to blow anyone up. Yet." With the lighter snuffed and the grenade safely laid upon the ground, he made a motion with his hand to beckon Tandra forward. On wobbly legs, the older woman moved. Her gaze was fixed upon Myzu, who had a murderous glare.

"We're not liars," Quaver said, gritting his teeth. "We're simply people who are looking for Lyna, because our lives might depend upon us finding her."

Tandra nodded. "My son is right. We may not know what we're getting ourselves into, but we must locate her, alive or dead. It's truly vital."

"Vital enough for both of you to risk your own lives, it seems," Myzu added, not taking his eyes off of Tandra, Quaver and Xander. "Tell me: what is it that compelled you to start your long journey here and seek us out?"

"Whatever happened between you and Lyna... I guess I want to start over. But if you don't want, I'll just leave right now and stop Sethos. That's my main mission. But I just wanted to see you. To understand something."


Cade looked down sadly. "Its not that simple... We have been mourning her for over a year now. And now you just suddenly show up." he took a step toward her. "I'm sorry, but I would feel like I'd betray her if we started all over. You and I both know you yourself cannot replace who she is; no matter how hard you try."

"But I can offer you this: if you are serious about taking down the Sethos Empire, then you are going to need my help. Let me offer you my services; as a way for honoring her death."

Xan crossed his arms and chuckled as Myzu spoke. He knew he could take this joker in a fight, and part of him still wanted to.

"My name is Xan, and I work for a private cooperation. My boss hired me to bring these two to find out what happened to Lyna. Tandra hear posses a unique ability that may just give Lyna the edge she needs...in defeating Darth Sethos. We came here not for you Chieftess, but him." Xan pointed to Tino.

Xan walked over to him and knelt down so he was at eye level with him.

"Kid, I think you can make contact with Lyna's clone through the force. Will you help us?" Xan asked.

Lyna looked up at Cade quietly. Maybe he was right. She couldn't replace the old Lyna. She must've been really important to Cade. And what was she? Just a clone. A copy. A fake...

"I... I understand. If you really want to help, you can. I don't mind. But if you change your mind, I won't hold it against you." Lyna smiled sadly and turned around and walked back to her ship.

(Meanwhile)

Tino looked down and thought about it. Then he smiled warmly. "It would be nice to see the clone of Lyna. Let me go with you guys." "Tino!" JoJo said.

The little boy glanced at his cousins and grandmother. He looked up at Halana. "Gran-Gran? I'm growing up and stronger than before. I want to prove to you guys that I can do this. Little people can do big things too." He looked back at Xan. "That's why I'm going with you."

Saluna looked at Tino and smiled. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Me too." She looked at Myzu and Halana. "Grandmother? Myzu? May you let us go, while you stay to keep our Ysanna family safe?"

Isaac looked down at the Cyan with the ball. He couldn't help but sigh as he leaned over to pick the ball up and examine it. Throwing it into the ship could cause problems if it bounced off the wrong control panels, not that Isaac wouldn't be able to fix the problem if one did occur but there had to be more of a desire there to do so. He was just here to help the new Lyna on her journey for as long as he was capable of doing so. The girl still had much to learn, and Isaac wasn't sure how much time he had before time would be up completely.

"Well guess we could see how well you catch." Isaac said looking down at Cyan.

Pulling back his left hand he lightly tossed the ball through the air for Cyan to catch. Where is finally ended up Isaac couldn't be completely sure. But the ship wasn't screaming out in bloody murder so the ball did not bounce of of anything of importance.

OSSUS, NEAR XANDER'S VESSEL AND THE OLD JEDI TEMPLE

Myzu frowned, as did Halana--the venerable matriarch of the Ysanna tribe.

"These persons are not Jedi," the former said darkly, "although I sense that the female is truly sensitive to the Force. Perhaps she can speak with the dead, as she claims, but I detect a cloud of insensate evil surrounding them. In the woman I sense fear and dread, but in the boy, I sense nothing. Cold. Emptiness. A deep, dark void. As for the armored escort with them..." He flexed his muscles. "I should much like to duel him, and test his mettle. I suspect that once his armor has been crushed by my fists, his bravado will vanish. I will not allow you to leave, Saluna and Tino. Something is terribly wrong here, and these intruders lie at the heart of it."

Stepping back, Myzu cleared his throat. "Your lives will surely be in peril!"

"I... I understand. If you really want to help, you can. I don't mind. But if you change your mind, I won't hold it against you."

'Wait..." he held up a hand to urge the Lyna clone to stop. "Just let me gather my essentials, and I'll rendevous with you later." he pulled out his dataPad.

"You go on ahead, and I'll get ready. I can take a shuttle off world and meet you somewhere. Specify a destination?" he scratched his head. "Oh yeah, before you ask; remember that old rust bucket of a ship I had before you... um... nevermind... its still around here somewhere. Do you need it, or have you already got a ship?"

"Look pal if you want to me to beat you senseless in front your fellow tribe members, than that's perfectly fine with me," Xan said to Myzu.

He looked over at Ysanna herself, who seemed to be as stubborn as Myzu.

"I don't think you understand what I'm trying to say here. Sethos knows Lyna's been cloned and he wants to stop her. We need to get the Lyna before Sethos does, and we can't do that without the boy. I'll return both Tino and Saluna once I'm done with them."

OSSUS, NEAR XANDER'S VESSEL AND THE OLD JEDI TEMPLE

Halana Ysanna raised an eyebrow. "Done with them?" she almost purred, like a cat that knows it has a mouse cornered and is about to pounce. "I don't exactly relish your turn of phrase, sir. I also do not appreciate that you've threatened to beat one of my own 'senseless', as you have so eloquently put it. However, with the threat of Darth Sethos at hand..." She sighed. "We Ysanna cannot afford to ignore it, despite our suspicions of you and your companions. Tino? Saluna? I give you my permission, if not my blessing, to go with the armed one, the woman and the boy. Keep your eyes open, and if Sethos strikes, call out to me through the Force. I will do what I can to protect you--especially your minds." She sighed. "As for you, intruder, and those with you, be safe. If any harm comes to either Tino or Saluna while they're on this 'mission', I shall hold you solely responsible." With that, she turned her back toward Xander. "Go."

Xan chuckled and put his weapons away. He was now an entire step closer to finding Lyna...he was actually making progress.

"You heard the Chieftess, let's move out," he said to his group.

Xan started walking back to his ship, but made sure to slow down his pace to let Quaver catch up.

"By the way, that was some quick thinking back there kid."

OSSUS, ON THE WAY TO XANDER'S VESSEL

"Hey, no problem," Quaver said with a smile. He was pleased at Xander's compliment, but trying to act like he didn't care so as to appear aloof and untouchable. He didn't quite trust his armored escort, and what if Tino and Saluna, their new companions, found out that he and Tandra really were impostors? "It's one of the few times in life where being--um--interested in warfare and combat comes in handy." He dared not say pyromaniac.

Tandra had a question, which, fortunately for Quaver, interrupted his little conversation with Xander. "So Sethos knows Lyna's been cloned, eh?" she asked. "If that's so, he must be a lot stronger in the Force as a Sith Lord than I am as a medium. Even I had trouble detecting her two presences: the cloned one and the one who had passed on. What else do you think he knows?" She bit her lip. "How close do you think he is to finding Lyna?"

Lyna looked at Cade and smiled. "No, I got my own ship. It's on the landing platform. And yeah, I can wait for you, no problem. I'll be at the ship. Oh, and we're going to Nal Hutta. A Hutt named Vedo has information I need." And with that she walked back towards her ship, thinking about what Cade said. She did feel bad for his loss, no doubt about that. She'd feel bad if she lost a loved one too...

Moments later, Lyna was back inside Justice. "Get ready, Isaac and Cyan. We'll be waiting on Cade when he's ready." She walked to the cockpit to sit down.

(Meanwhile)

After they said their good-byes, Saluna and Tino walked behind the three people, holding hands. Tino looked up at Saluna with teary eyes. "Are we gonna be okay?"

The young woman smiled down at her little cousin and smiled. "Trust in the Force, Tino. I won't let anything happen to you. I promise." The seven-year-old rested his head on Saluna's arm, and smiled tearfully.

Xan was once again thankful for his mask, as he was smiling down at the kid. He couldn't help but put himself in the boy's shoes. He would have done the exact same thing. He didn't want to hurt anyone, but if it meant getting the job done...

Xan was snapped out of his trance by Tandra.

"Sethos knows she's been cloned, but my boss has been informed by spies that he too suffered the same fate you did. Chances are he'll send some of his people to find her. Let's hope we can beat him to it."

Xan looked behind him over at Saluna and Tino.

"Hey cutie, thanks for helping us out back there. You too little man. When we get to the ship I'm gonna need you guys to try to contact Lyna through the Force."

An hour later, Cade returned to the dock - carrying a bag of his luggage, and another bag filled with basic essentials when going on a mission; medpacks, ammunition, etc...

He climbed aboard the ramp leading into the freighter Lyna labelled as "The Justice". He was looking forward to seeing the ship through her paces, and how it compares to the Ossanian Angel - which was now in the hands of his own team. Before leaving, he made it clear to them that if they sold her, than he we'll be coming back for a little "compensation".

He walked to the cockpit, where he found Lyna. "I'm back. Whats available for accomodation?"

"Hey cutie, thanks for helping us out back there. You too little man. When we get to the ship I'm gonna need you guys to try to contact Lyna through the Force."

Saluna nodded with a smile. "Sure thing. And you're welcome. You must forgive my family. Ever since Lyna's death, they have been grievance and trusted no outsiders. I also sense the Dark Side trying to take over the Ysanna. But Tino and I keep them together, as we keep ourselves in the Light Side of the Force."

Tino smiled, and nodded his head happily. He looked at Quaver. Perhaps he could speak to him and get to know him. Family or not, Tino loved to make new friends.

(Meanwhile)

"I'm back. Whats available for accomodation?"

Going back to reality, Lyna looked up at Cade and smiled. "Oh, hello. Um... you can rest in one of the passenger quarters. Number 3 is open." She began to set course for Nal Hutta. "We'll also be in Nal Hutta shortly. Make yourself at home." And with that, the engines of the Justice came on and the ship lifted off the ground of the docking bay.

OSSUS, NEAR XANDER'S VESSEL

Quaver noticed the young boy Tino's eyes on him. He felt a bit unnerved. Except for Tandra Kerthian, he had never had any real friends. Back when he had been--well--sane, and in school like a normal eight-year-old child, he was either bullied or ignored by boys and girls alike. They called him an "enu", short for "enuresis", or bedwetting. The trouble was, Quaver had never wet the bed ever since he'd learned to use the toilet--ever. That was the cruel stereotype surrounding pyromaniacs, but Quaver did not fit it in the least. Another stereotype that reigned in regards to people of his type was that they constantly wanted to blow stuff up, or burn stuff down. Even though Quaver loved fire as much as his own life, he loved it even more when it had a purpose. Like scorching sadistic pint-sized bullies' houses to the ground.

A sudden breeze jolted the young boy back to reality--and to Tino's eyes.

"Hey," Quaver said, managing a quick smile and a sigh of relief. "Sorry I was kind of being a space cadet there for a moment. My name's Quaver," he said, not volunteering further information on his own. Any more, he knew, and Tino would instantly be so scared he'd either run away, not talk to him anymore, or even worse, try to kill him. The Force ran strong within Tino's veins...

"Sure thing. And you're welcome. You must forgive my family. Ever since Lyna's death, they have been grievance and trusted no outsiders. I also sense the Dark Side trying to take over the Ysanna. But Tino and I keep them together, as we keep ourselves in the Light Side of the Force."

Xan smirked from underneath his mask.

"For someone like you, I'll let it slide," he said using his charm. "Sethos is a terrible man, and needs to be stopped. I know Lyna can do it, with our help of course. My boss knows some things that will help Lyna in her quest to defeat him. I can only hope we can get to her in time," he added in.

Xan stopped once he reached his ship. Right...its a two seater. Xan however was a quick thinker. He surveyed his ship for a few seconds to come up with a plan. There were two beds in the ship, in addition to the two seats. He smirked at how he had the seating order arranged in his head.

"Well my ship isn't exactly roomy so we're just gonna have to make room. Tino and Quaver, you guys will have to be on the beds. Tandra you can have the seat behind me...as for you Saluna, hmm...I guess we'll have to share a chair, if that's alright with you?" Xan said as he leaned back on his ship.

"We'll also be in Nal Hutta shortly. Make yourself at home."

"Thank you. I'll go set up, and meet you later..." he left the cockpit to walk towards the crew quarters. Cade had been on many ships before. He was always on the run in deep space, either from something or voluntarily.

It was a rather fine looking ship. Cade could get used to this. He made his way to his appointed room within the crew quaters. Atleast his room had a porthole overlooking the outside.

Soon the ship took off and away from the docking bay of Zeltros. It exited the atmosphere and into darkness of space...

Lyna nodded at Cade with a smile. Then she put the ship in auto-pilot. She sat on her pilot chair to rest. The binjinphant, Cyan, went towards Cade. When she got to him, she jumped on his shoulder and sqeaked happily. It's been a long time since she saw her "frenemy".

(Meanwhile)

Tino smiled at Quaver brightly. "Nice to meet you! I'm Tino."

Once they got on Xan's ship, the man began to arrange where everyone might be. After he told Saluna that she might sit on the chair with him, she grinned. "I don't mind."