33 Master Jedi Fay

Exactly Ten years from this point in time, she was supposed to die. However the Force had changed her destiny, as it had guided her across the vast sea of stars. A sudden pull she felt. A sudden and urgent feeling, like a warm chain belonging to the force, metaphorically tugging on her wrists.

This wasn't something she usually felt in her hundreds of years of service within the Jedi Order. She had left the Temple on Coruscant to follow the whims of the force and bring about harmony across the outer reaches of the Galaxy.

Her exploits were legendary, seen as mythical and true by the students of the Jedi Order. Even the Jedi High Council saw her as an amazing woman, Qui Gon Jin had once said she was perceived as Ageless.

Obiwan once in the mainstream timeline believed she would have lived forever if she had not been killed by Asajj Ventress. Now, with her original fate diverted, she found herself subconsciously punching in the horrid coordinates, into her Delta-6's navicomputer, to the planetary system of Kazarak to get some leads on where the Force was pulling her.

Hours later...

Pointed ears, Gold-Blond hair a little longer than her shoulders, satin painted black lips, hazel green eyes and a slender frame. Jedi Master Fay of the Jedi Order emerged from hyperspace above the slavers planet of Kazarak.

Evasive action, there were wrecks throughout the planetary system of small fighters and cruisers once belonging to the Kazarak Slavery Cooperative and the Slavery Syndicate.

"What happened here...?" All she felt was death, but this wasn't an act of evil. She felt an aura of liberation, no innocents died here during this unseen event.

She reached a hand up and fiddled slightly with the embroidery on her robe. The other hand clenched on the joystick as she maneuvered through clouds of debris and floating dead bodies.

However she noticed a wreck of a fighter she didn't recognize. She stared at the eyeball and pointed crafty dark wings. It was a sinister and intimidating design, it reminded her of recordings of the old sith vessels during the Sith Empire at the time of the cold war, and prior with Darth Revan's Sith Empire.

"Interesting," her observation was prudent, well warranted. As she continued to follow the path of carnage down to the planet surface, she landed her fighter and stared out towards the helmets on swords.

With a brow raised and another shrunk, "Mandalorians?" She asked aloud as her canopy popped open and she climbed out of her vessel, landing on her feet freely.

Just like the fairy she seemed to be, she glided across the ground with grace and dignity. Her hair flowing with the absence of wind as she came to a pause. Just around the corner, hidden behind a small hill was a mound of burnt husks.

In her hundreds of years of serving, she had never witnessed this before, at least on this magnitude. There were hundreds of bodies, evidently stripped of their clothes and wealth and burnt with napalm.

Mandalorians weren't known for doing such a thing. This could've been done by marauders or rival slavers, however what she felt here was liberation, not continued enslavement.

Walking over to the helmets on the vibroblade hilts, she would place a hand down upon it for a few moments. A puzzled expression crossed her face, she stared at the plastic helmet. "This isn't armor, it's a toy."

Taking the helmet off the hilt, she examined it closely, scrutinizing it entirely. With the force she had felt that only one person had ever touched this helmet, yet it had never housed a live host. "Droids?" Tapping her lower lip, she would place the helmet respectfully back upon the blade. "Why would someone put helmets here to honor fallen droids?"

Her eyes sharply looked to the sky, a curious shine in her eyes. Just who was so interesting to believe droids should be honored after death? Then she paused, "What if this wasn't to show honor...?" Her eyes narrowed on the helmets again.

Like a chain, held by the force itself, she felt the call once more. A vision propping up in her mind which caused her to space out for mere moments at a time. A storming ocean, thunder and lighting clashing with metal rods. A massive trade federation vessel over a peaceful uninhabited terrestrial world a few orbits away from a planet which precariously looked like the planet of Kamino.

Scurrying over towards her fighter, she felt remaining here would put her in grave danger. Even if she were a Jedi, known for her exploits in the outer reaches of the galaxy, her reputation wouldn't protect her here. Instead it would render her a target.

Hopping into her Delta-6 starfighter, her engines brimmed with energy as the canopy closed and she blasted off towards her next destination. The planet of Kamino, home of cloning experts. So the moment she left the atmosphere and cleared the shadow mass of Kazarak, she punched in the coordinates and made a jump through subspace with her hyperdrive.

...

Valad who was finishing the tour with the Prime Minister, had found what he needed. The location of the inhibitor chips and their programming stations.

"Now that you've seen our laboratories, we would like to discuss further with you about your expenses..." The Prime Minister of the Kamino Ruling Council stated with a respectful gesture and tone.

The man smiled up at the tall alien and nodded softly. "Lets get to business," he kept his line simple, then paused as he felt something in the force. For the first time he felt a pull that wasn't his own. It was as if there was a ball of light coming towards him. He moved his gaze to the ceiling, a white ceiling.

He liked how the majority of the Kaminoan architecture was in colors that the normal humanoid couldn't see, as they were on the unseen spectrum. Oh how he wished he could see what they saw. They were a mysterious race to him, though he wouldn't want to have to breed through the use of cloning. That somewhat bothered him.

Lama Su would lead Valad and his cohorts into the conference room once used by the Jedi Master Obiwan Kenobi right before the Clone Wars outbreak. Thankfully, that didn't happen yet.

Sitting on an egg shaped seats, Leia stood on his left and his apprentice on his right.

It was well known many a Mandalorian warrior hated the Jedi for their defeat and near annihilation during the Mandalorian Excision. Only the New Mandalorians, pseudo-pacifists, seemed to be rather peaceful and content.

"I must ask... Mister..."

"Valad Katsure," his initial lack of introduction created a light pause in their conversation.

"Mister Katsure, I would like to know where you heard of us? A reference maybe?" Lama Su asked curiously, considering very little was known about the Kaminoans, their patrons were one in a few, as not many knew of the world itself.

Nodding lightly, "A passing Jedi Master who was to create a secret army for the Republic."

Lama Su stared at the boy for a few moments, a grim thought forming in the back of his head. "Why would a Master Jedi divulge this to you?"

Valad Katsure knew that Lama Su was a prideful individual, who regarded the Clones they were creating as exemplars of the Kaminoans' cloning capabilities. "I am a friend of the Order, and partially acquainted with Master Sifo-Dyas, before his passing."

Lama Su's eyes widened hearing that the man who had been here just within the year to commission the hidden army was dead, he slowly nodded. Contemplation was beginning to take root. "Do you know ho–"

Katsure raised his hand slightly when Lama Su was about to ask how he was killed. "Don't ask that question. It will endanger your creations." This immediately silenced Lama Su's curiosity of his people's patron.

"I would like to make some changes to the Inhibitors," Lama Su squinted at the little man as he stated his intention. "It's a necessity that no one knows," Valad would state concurrently as Su was debating on whether or not to allow it. The Prime Minister however soon nodded to him.

Lama Su's mind was racing. He had to change the inhibitor chips? To what gain? Was it gain? Reading the boy's expressions and body language, there was plenty of confidence. There was a righteous flow around him, yet he still seemed morally ambiguous.

"Why do you want to temper with our chips?" Su finally questioned, creating a long intense staring contest between the two of them which lasted several minutes. It was like a vacuum of silence that threatened to suck them into a black hole and crush them into thousands of itty bitty pieces.

"To Preserve the Jedi Order, even if the Republic falls in the process." Both Leia and his Apprentice looked at him with curious expressions as he hadn't even told them of this plan.

Leia for one was happy to here there was actually a Jedi Order here, and that this man who had brought her into another reality, was going to indirectly protect them.

"Even if the Republic Falls..." Lama Su scoffed slightly and shook their head. A smile was clearly planted across their lips. They agreed to not divulge this information, using their body language rather than then a verbal agreement.

An agreement in silence.

Valad would take a credit chip out of what seemed to be his sleeve, however Lama Su was able to see a disturbance in the ultraviolet spectrum. This prompted the Minister to believe he had just summoned the chip from thin air.

"Your payment," Valad stated with a light smile, the chip held the standard amount for processing and creating twice as many clones than he was actually getting. "We will return in three..." He droned off as he felt the feeling of that ball of light being extremely close. He could sense another force user coming for a landing upon the platform his ship was situated on.

"Three months," Valad resumed before getting out of the chair. "Fair well my new friend, until we meet again." Bowing his head, the trio made their way out of the conference room and towards the general direction of the Platform the Scimitar was on.

Just as they were about to reach the door, it opened and a brown cloaked figure came calmly advancing into the shelter from the rain and storms outside.

The three of the immediately paused and stared. The figure was dressed in a light earthly colors, traditional jedi robes with embroidered runes along the inner robes.

The petite figure raised their hands and slowly lowered their soaked hood. Revealing hazel green eyes with a light grey undertone, pointed ears and golden blond hair just longer than her shoulders. Her pointed ears twitched slightly as she flexed her jaw.

"Jedi Master Fay?" Valad said her name questionably out of surprise, he had immediately recognized her. Her heart shaped facial features, squared off chin and gentle yet sharp physical traits.

The woman seemed surprised, yet somewhat impressed by what she saw. "...A child?" The helmet worn by Riané was similar to the droids. The Chromium armor worn by Leia though, was a bit too shiny for the eyes. Yet her eyes remained on the man in the middle of the two girls.