raze_flyn | Feb. 21st, 2012

Feb. 21st, 2012

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The Training Camp
Chapter Seventeen
Tor Varga

“May I join you,” He asked Iella Sallin and Boceta Long as he approached where they were meditating. He had hoped to spend some time with Rath, Kale, Mak and Swa-lu but so far today they were all off doing different things. He’d seen Kale talking with Master Codi, while Mak and Swa-lu were helping Ferfer with Light saber drills and he wasn’t in the mood to get beaten by the Ryn.

“Certainly,” Padawn Long sliding over to allow him to sit. He saw Iella give him a dark glare before rising and leaving. “You will have to forgive Padawan Sallin she does not care much for you Imperial knights.”

“Me in particular it seems,” He said not that he could blame her. He suspected that she knew Master Codi did not trust her because she was from a prominent Hapan family. “I can’t really blame her for that though.”

“It is not just because your master distrust her for being Hapan,” The Bothan said giving him a knowing look. “I think it also doesn’t help that she is attracted to you physically.” He knew he was staring at the Bothan. “Padawan Sallin is the most dedicated student here of the viewpoint that attachment is something to be avoided.” He was smiling slightly as he went on. “Only Geela and I share her view about attachments and we are not as strict as she is.”

“Geela, doesn’t believe in attachments,” He said in shock. “Then why is she having sex regularly with Silas.” He was having a hard time picturing Geela Sedaya as a non attachment believer after she propositioned him that time.

“Geela does not believe in forming attachments but she doesn’t see why that should deny her opportunities for carnal pleasure.” Padawan Long said with a smirk. “In addition to Cadet Quest she has been intimate with at least three others at this camp.” He hadn’t known that and couldn’t help but wonder who else had been with the Khill Padawan.

“Myself I am between the two,” Padawan Long said after a moment. “I am one of the only male off spring of my clan so as a result my parents arranged a marriage to me with the daughter of an allied clan.” He looked completely at ease despite earlier saying he was against attachments. “We have discussed the matter and both of us see the marriage as simply a necessary burden.” He snorted as he thought. “She is quiet happy in her business world and me as a Jedi we will have children of course to carry on the clan’s bloodlines but that will be the end of our involvement.”

“That sounds rather cold,” he found himself admitting. “But then again I will probably be in a similar situation even thought I personally see nothing wrong with attachments.” He hated to admit it but it was true. “My options for romantic relationships will always be limited by the fact I am a member of the royal family.”

“Yes, I figured that we had family pressures in common,” Padawan Long said. “It’s why I’m willing to sit and talk with you while Iella who likes Imperial Knights even less than I do won’t.” It was a strange back handed compliment. “You know the worst thing is thanks to my family I’m disgusted by Geela.” Long said after a moment. “Not the casual sex I can deal with that it’s the fact she keeps having it with other species, I came to the Jedi late and had plenty of time to absorb my parents views on interspecies relationships.” He frowned. “No matter how often the masters tell me that we are luminous beings not this crude matter I can’t get past what they taught me.”

“I see,” he really had no response to that. He knew that there was a sizable minority of sentients throughout the galaxy who felt the same way it was just odd to see such a viewpoint among the Jedi. Padawan Long didn’t seem in the mood to talk anymore as he closed his eyes and returned to meditating. He took advantage of that to slip away unsure how he felt being confronted by a Jedi’s bigotry.

He glanced around and his eyes fell on Swa-lu, and Mak who were laughing together and that was how he wanted to see the Jedi but he wasn’t sure he could anymore after that conversation with Padawan Long. His talk with the Bothan Padawan had brought home the reality that the Jedi were just as flawed as the Imperial Knights.

He got up and walked around noticing that Kale looked bored while Master Codi was talking a lot. He wondered what the story was as he couldn’t see the jedi seeking out the Master’s attention just to talk. Unlike Jedi Master Nextor, Master Codi did not encourage debates on philosophy. He headed over to see if he could get a clearer picture.

“Ah Cadet Varga I was just telling Padawan Lasek here about his grand father’s great exploits during his venerated career as an Imperial Knight.” He could tell by the gleam in Master Codi’s eye that he thought he had a potential convert to the Knights. He had come to call Kale Lasek a friend and had no doubt that the man was humoring the master for another reason. “If your partner Cadet Sho hadn’t wandered off he could tell you some other stories.”

“I can ask him later,” Kale said quickly. “You were telling me about the incident during the Kligsonite invasions on the planet Dathomir?” He realized then what Kale was doing. Wherever Rath had gone he did not want to be disturbed by Master Codi so Kale was playing Decoy. He left curious to find out where Rath had gone so he made his way away from the two having a discussion and closed his eyes reaching out in the force he found Rath some ways away talking with Master Nextor.

As curious as he was he wouldn’t intrude on them as it was obviously important to Rath and while Kale was a newer friend he knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t aid Rath if there was anything wrong about what Rath was doing. Instead he turned and headed toward Swa-lu and Mak now that they weren’t dueling with Ferfer he felt safe approaching. “What did Padawan Long say about me,” A voice said startling him. He turned to see Iella. “Well Imperial Knight I asked you a question?”

“He said you were attracted to me and that was one reason you seem to hate me,” He said letting his annoyance lead to him being completely honest. He watched her eyes widen. “Personally, I don’t buy it but I’m sure you have your reasons for disliking me.”

“You are visually pleasing,” She said looking him up and down and then snorting. “But I have taken personal vows of celibacy, and chastity. “ She looked away after that. “My reasons for disliking you are simply that I don’t trust any Imperial Knight I feel you are little better than dark siders.”

“Really then you’re not much of a Jedi,” He said watching her eyes widen. “You should be able to sense that none of us here are dark siders and if you can’t then maybe you should talk to Master Nextor about some rudimentary lessons.”

She turned and stroke off obviously angry and he knew he pushed a bit but she had crossed a line. He wondered again as how some of the Jedi could seem to be everything he thought the Jedi and Imperial Knights should be others fell so far short.

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The Training Camp
Chapter Eighteen
Tasha Baldor

She set on the edge of the river bank her mind swirling with ghostly images of the vision that simply wouldn’t come. She hadn’t planned to push for the vision like this but for some reason she felt it was important that she see the vision as soon as possible. She had a terrible feeling that something in the galaxy was moving and soon it would strike. She saw a brief flash of a blond woman and Master Codi fighting but then the vison ended and she opened her eyes.

She knew that small tidbit of information was all that she would get from her searching the future. Her master had warned her that intentionally looking toward the future could cloud a vision but there was some thing familiar about the blond woman as if she’d seen her before but couldn’t place her. She was trying to decide where she could have seen her when Iella Sallin stalked past her clearly irritated “Iella are you all right,” She said pushing the mystery of the woman out of her mind to offer help to her fellow Padawan.

“That man is frustrating,” Iella said angrily. She put her hand on the other woman’s shoulder and was suddenly hit with a vision of Iella and a dark haired man in bed together. “Tasha Baldor what is the matter?” Iella asked as she staggered back.

“I had a vision,” She said weakly. “But it wasn’t one that I will witness in the future I almost never have visions like that.” As long as she could remember she’d primarily only had visions of her own future seeing others future disconnected from her own only rarely.

“You saw my future,” Iella asked calming down. “You see shocked by what you saw did you foresee my death?” There was the calm acceptance of her potential death that she expected from Iella. “Or did you see something else.”

“I saw you with a dark haired man,” She admitted after a moment. “The two of you were locked in a passionate embrace in bed together.” She saw the woman pale considerably. “I don’t know who he is but he looks vaguely familiar.” She could tell it still disturbed Iella. “There’s no guarantee that will come true my track record with visions that aren’t about my own future is pretty bad.”

“Obviously you simply mixed me up with someone else,” Iella said after a moment. “I will never be intimate with anyone.” She nodded along the truth was her visions while slightly less accurate when they were not about her own future were still often at least partially true. However, she didn’t think Iella was in the right frame of mind to be told that. “You seem to be having more visions here do you think it is our proximity to the Valley of the Jedi?”

“I hadn’t thought of that,” She said and suddenly she knew with utter certainty when the vision would come. “I think I will discuss it with Master Nextor at the first opportunity.” She wondered if she could get permission to enter the valley before the final competition it would allow her to solve this problem.

“Where is Master Nextor,” Iella said after a moment. “I have not see him since earlier today.” She closed her eyes and searched threw the force. She felt Iella doing the same. “He’s with one of those Imperial Knights again, Master nextor is spending too much time with them.” Iella scoffed after a moment. “You should go interrupt your visions are more important than whatever that Imperial Knight wants.”

She sensed that she mustn’t interrupt them as this conversation was important. “I’ll wait,” she said feeling certain that she was doing the right thing. “I think this conversation is important but I can’t see why.”

“I do not understand how it could be important,” Iella said and then turned. “I will be going now I need to meditate and center myself.” The other Jedi walked away and she felt a sense that Iella was in for a rocky road ahead of her. She also sensed that Iella would survive it and a new vision floated in front of her Iella older and wiser a powerful master standing on a strange world with many students.

She began to head back to the barracks to grab a remote for some light saber practice. After the last few moments she decided she needed the focus of training to block out any more visions. She was sure that she knew now when the vision would come so she needed to focus on being prepared for it. She needed to have the focus necessary to endure it without letting it over whelm her. She needed to see but also be able to remember and keep her perspective.

She had just started to get into the rhythm of deflecting the remote’s shots when she felt someone approaching. At first she did her best to ignore them but the confusion they were radiating forced her to shut down the remote and see who it was. She was a bit surprised that it was Tor Varga but then she realized he must have been the one that got into it with Iella and riled her up.”

“Forgive me for asking this Cadet Varga but did your disagreement with Iella upset you greatly?” She asked still clearly sensing his confusion and agitation. “Do you wish to talk about what is bothering you about it?”

“It’s nothing she just called me and the other Imperial knights no better than dark siders,” he said with a frown. “Between her and Padawan Long’s prejudices I’m really disappointed if you all are the best the Jedi can do.”

She was startled at first but then she got it. “Do you think we are the best of the Jedi?” She asked wondering who he got that impression from. “The Jedi chosen for the training camp are not exceptional in anyway the masters who think their Padawans can benefit from it submit them and the council decides based on who needs it most.” She looked down at the ground. “My master for instance says I need to learn greater focus and this camp has helped me thanks to my partners complete disinterest in the future.” She smiled to herself. “She has helped me learn to become more effective at shutting away visions of the future when I must have my mind in the present.”

“So what are Iella and Long here to learn then,” He asked sounding a bit confused She wasn’t surprised he asked about the two who had disturbed him. “And for that matter what is my partner there to learn because I don’t think he’s learned it.”

“Dev, was supposed to learn discipline I think,” She said not completely sure. “I do know that Iella is meant to learn that you are not all dark siders but that doesn’t seem to be sinking in.” She saw him scowl at that. “Padawan Long is supposed to confront his prejudices by being shown what it was like to be exposed to bigotry.” She looked away. “Master Nextor matched him with the Imperial Knight who was up there thinking not the Bothan as loud as possible.”

“So what happens to those of you who don’t learn the lesson you’re here to learn?” he asked curious. “Is there any kind of penalty for those who don’t learn it?” She wasn’t sure how to read his question if he wanted them punished or if he concerned for them.

“The trials involve confronting your weaknesses, fears and problems so they might fail them,” She said shaking her head. “Failing the trials isn’t necessarily the end of your opportunity to be a Jedi but it can be a blow to your self image that causes some students to leave in disgrace.” She shook her head. “But some learn from their failure and come back stronger to grow into even better Jedi knights.” She turned toward him. “What about for you Knights how are your trails handed?”

“Oh we don’t have trails,” He said shaking his head. “Once your master says you are ready you take your oaths in front of the Holocron and begin your service.” He looked away. “Of course if the masters don’t think you are worthy you are sent packing so I’m not sure which is abetter system.”

“Neither am I,” She said and could tel he was surprised. “I often feel like I have very little choice in life because of my visions in some ways letting others make the choices for me would be better.” She then looked away. “But then I’m reminded of the fact that the ability to choose for myself is a gift that I shouldn’t be so quick to give away.”

“I can see why you would feel that way,” He said giving her a strange look. “If you don’t mind I’ll be heading inside the barracks to meditate for a while.” She nodded and watched him go before switching her remote back on and resuming her practice.

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The Training Camp
Chapter Nineteen
Jenica Maral

She emerged from the woods where she’d been swimming to see Master Nextor talking with Cadet Sho. Her curiosity got the better of her and she headed toward them. “Meditate on what I have told you and remember that it is your decision one way or the other.”

“Thank you for your advice Master Nextor,” Cadet Sho said and then turned toward her. “Do you need to speak to the Master Cadet Maral,” He said easily and she knew he would never tell her what he and the Jedi master discussed.

“No I was merely on my way back to the camp from a swim,” She said quickly. She watched as he gave her an unreadable look and then gave a nod of farewell to the Jedi. He began to walk away toward the area where the other students were just before the camp. “Do you mind if I walk with you?” She asked catching up with him.

“Not at all,” He said smoothly but she could tell something was on his mind. “I believe I may have been out of line my criticism of your relationship with the Jedi.” He gave her a stern look. “All right I was out of line and I appologize for it.”

“You are forgiven,” He said easily. “I can understand why you have those concerns even though they are unfounded.” He walked steadily with no hesitation in his steps. “No matter what my future career may be my actions here will not affect my life negatively.”

She felt a moment of foreboding at his word choice but she couldn’t figure out why. “You are not the least bit worried about your future carreer prospects?” She asked hoping to find out why his words filled her with such fear for him. “Surely you hope to be placed well when you take your vows of service.”

He looked as if he was about to answer her when they reached the area the others were in. She watched as his Jedi lover made excuses to stop talking to Master Codi and hurried over to talk to Cadet Sho. She wasn’t the least bit surprised when he took his leave with the other man leaving her alone.

She made her way over to Master Codi and asked, “What did Padawan Lasek wish to talk to you about?” She asked hoping it would shed some light on what was going on. She had a feeling his talking with Master Codi at the same time Cadet Sho was talking with Nextor wasn’t not a coincidence.”

“He was asking about his great grand father’s deeds,” Master Codi said with a smile. “I am a bit disappointed that Cadet Sho and Padawan Lasek believe I am that easily distracted.” He said shaking his head. “I suspect you have also noticed that Cadet Sho is not as invested in the Imperial Knights as he should be?”

“Yes, I have,” She said feeling a bit stupid that she had assumed Master Cod hadn’t noticed it. “I am worried that Cadet Sho might choose to leave the Imperial Knights when we return to the Academy.”

“That is certainly a possibility,” Maser Codi said shaking his head. “It is my hope that by the end of this camp he will have gotten any doubts out of his system but if not then while it will be a loss to the Imperial Knights none of you are irreplaceable.” He said looking away. “Do you know of any Imperial Knight who might be able to sway Cadet Sho’s affections away form the Jedi this is one of the first relationships I have ever seen him engage in?”

“No, as far as I know he has never gotten involved with any other Imperial Knights,” She said shaking her head. “I know he had a few relationships with civilians who lived near the academy but they ended quickly.”

“Then we will simply have to hope he makes the decision to stick to his commitment and becomes an Imperial knight,” Master Codi said with a sigh. “It is frustrating that we can do nothing else but that is life.”

“I understand master,” she said though privately she didn’t She could see why Master Codi didn’t interfere directly since it might push Cadet Sho more firmly to the Jedi’s side but there had to be other options. “I think I shall go speak with Master Nextor,” She said after a moment recalling something she knew was a major debate amongst the jedi.

“Do not mettle too much Cadet Maral,” the Imperial Master said. “It can often back fire on you and you should be focused on working well with your partner for the final test.” He said giving her a stern look. “I know you dislike being matched with a Ssi Ruuvi but she will not suffer any repercussions if you perform badly you will.”

“I know and I am doing my best to work with who I have been given,” She said knowing it probably wasn’t completely true. “I just have to ask Master Nextor one thing and then I will return to preparing for the final test.”

“Very well,” Master Codi said and dismissed her with a nod. She turned and headed back toward the direction she had come so she could seek out Master Nextor and ask him directly his opinion on attachments. They had come close during the first day at camp but the Iron Knight hadn’t revealed his actual stand on the issue. Perhaps the issue of attachments would give her some leverage to have a discussion with the Jedi Padawan that was the problem.

“Master Nextor, may I speak with you,” She asked once she had made it back to where the Iron Knight was. She was a bit surprised to see the Iron knight standing in the middle of nowhere but the Jedi had done strange things before. “I have a question about Jedi policies.”

“I will gladly answer any of your questions,” Master Nextor said turning toward her. “That is what I am here for to share Jedi philosophy and knowledge with anyone who asks.” She made a note about how that was phrased.

“I was wondering if you could explain something in detail to me,” She said choosing her words carefully. “I know the Jedi order has a long standing debate on how much attachment is allowed and I was wondering if you could explain why?”

“That old dragon is of interest to you?” Master Nextor asked after a moment. “The Imperial knights have no such debate as long as loyalty to the empire comes first there are no issues for you all.” She was sure he knew the real reason she was asking but he wouldn’t confront her about it.

“That is why I want to know,” She said once more doing her best to pick the right words. “I just want to compare how the Jedi view issues of relationships to how we Imperial Knights do.” There that was well done.

“Very well,” Master Nextor said sounding tired for a droid. “The debate has raged nearly as long as the Jedi have existed over how well one can serve the force while distracted by other things,” Master nextor looked away. “Attachments are also unpredictable as they can lead a Jedi down the dark path threw their inability to let go.” That sounded promising. “Of course they can also be a source of strength a way back from the darkness.”

“So are Jedi who have attachments more likely to fall to the darkside?” she asked curious if he would say as much. “Also master if I may ask where do you fall on this debate are you for allowing attachments or not?”

“There is some evidence that is the case though it is mainly in times when the order disallows attachments and they have no where to turn for advice,” The Iron Knight said still sounding tired for a droid. “However there is also a much better track record for someone coming back to the light in Jedi that have had attachments.”

The Iron knight began to walk away. “I believe attachments are inevitable and that to try to suppress or avoid them is foolish.” He turned back toward her. “I believe the Jedi order should prepare our students to deal with them in a healthy way and to be able to let them go when they have to.” He then turned back to look at her. “And now I have a question for you Cadet Maral.”

“Of course sir, what is it,” She asked falling back on protocol. It was expected that she treat the Jedi master like another of her instructors at the academy. She wondered what possible question the Iron Knight could have from her.

“How would you deal with your attachment to the empire if it suddenly wasn’t worthy of your respect?” The Iron Knight asked giving her a stern look. “I ask this because I have just recently received a report from the Jedi on this trade dispute between the Empire and The Hapes consortium.” He looked directly at her. “Both your Empire and the Hapans are being very stupid about things.”

“How dare you insult the Empire,” She said angrily and then saw the droid shake his head in disgust. “Do not pretend you did not mean to make me angry with that remark you knew it would.”

“Yes I knew it would,” The Iron Knight said quietly. “And you spectacularly failed to prevent your anger at the insult from affecting you.” He stepped toward her. “That is the danger of attachment which you are succumbing to regularly.” He stepped back and turned away. “You are so concerned with the Empire losing a valuable asset that you do not even consider what may be best for Rath Sho and the Empire..”

She stared after the retreating Iron Knight in shock and anger. She couldn’t believe she had allowed him to bait her that effectively. She resolved to have nothing more to do with any jedi except the one she had to work with for the rest of this blasted training camp.

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The Training Camp
Chapter Twenty
Kale Lasek

“My talk with Master Nextor was most enlightening,” Rath said as they walked away. “He told me many things but also that I should meditate on them before making a final decision.” He agreed with Master Nextor what Rath was thinking of was a bit step. “However, he did say that he was sure the Jedi would accept me if I chose to join them.”

He had hoped that was the case but hadn’t been entirely sure. “I don’t think we fooled Master Codi he kept making comments on how important loyalty was for an Imperial Knight and even hinted that temptations could be removed once or twice.”

“Yes, Master Nextor was quiet blunt that Master Codi had already expressed his concerns and wished for him not to answer my questions.” Rath said shaking his head. “The Iron Knight assured me that regardless of what Mater Codi was here for he was here to teach all who needed him.” He looked over at him. “You have not asked me if the talk changed my mind?”

“Leave the Imperial Knights, stay with the Imperial Knights, it doesn’t matter to me.” He said honestly. “That choice is one you have to make for yourself but I intend to be involved in your life regardless of which choice you make.” He felt himself smiling slightly. “I have the perfect excuse to visit Imperial space after all my recently discovered relatives.”

“I don’t think I’ll be stationed anywhere near your relatives if I stay with the knights,” Rath said smiling himself. “I imagine Master Codi will advise the other masters to put me as far from them as possible to attempt to cut down on our interaction.” He looked away. “Cadet Maral is not wrong that the masters frown on Jedi Imperial Knight relationships.”

“They can frown all they want but they can’t stop us,” He said and stopping pulled Rath against him. “I mean it’s not like they can ban us from seeing each other and I wouldn’t stop even if they tried.” He knew he meant it and realized this is what his mother meant by relationships among force users progressing faster than normal if you weren’t careful. The side effect of being able to open yourself to another in ways normal folks couldn’t meant that it feelings could develop much faster. He saw it as an advantage but he knew some Jedi considered it a disadvantage.

“No we wouldn’t,” Rath said smiling and giving him a deep kiss. “I do need to think about the things master Nextor said though so do you mind if I spend some time alone thinking about them?”

“Nope, I’ll head back and find Mak and Swa Lu and spend some time with them,” He said giving Rath one final kiss before pulling back and walking back toward the area everyone was gathered in.

He found Mak and Swa-lu sitting together talking quietly. “Hey guys how’s it going,” He said settling himself down. “How was light saber practice with Ferfer?” He would have joined them if he hadn’t attempted to keep Master Codi occupied.

“The same as always he kicked our butts,” Mak said shaking his head. “Did Rath’s talk with Master Nextor go okay.” He hadn’t told them why Rath wanted to talk to Nextor just that he did.

“Yeah he’s gone to meditate on what the master told him,” He said and glanced over at Swa-lu. “Are you okay Lu?” He asked she had been awfully quiet the last couple of days. He had a pretty good idea of the cause but he would say anything unless she was willing to talk about it.

“My partner continues to ignore my suggestions and does her best to avoid me totally when we are not working together.” Swa-lu said confirming his guess. “I do not know if it is because I am a Jedi or if it is because I am Ssi Ruuvi.” He was pretty sure it was a bit of both but neither reason excused how she was being treated.

“Yeah well that’s her problem,” He said putting his arm on her shoulder region. “Her loss she could have gotten to know one of the best of us here and instead she’s too blind to see it.” Mak joined in and he was reminded of how she was when she first joined the Jedi. She is one of only a handful of Ssi Ruuvi recruits and there weren’t any peers in her age bracket.

He remembered when he and Mak had unofficially adopted her as their friend shortly after she arrived. She had been extremely nervous and had come a long way to coming out of her shell. He doubted if she hadn’t got better she’d even be complaining instead she’d silently take it. “Someday she’ll regret it but you won’t have any regrets from this training excersise,” Mak said with confidence.

“Yeah, Mak is right you might have gotten stuck with a crap partner but look on the bright side you have met a couple of friendly Imperial Knights,” He said picturing Rath and Tor Varga who had both proven to be descent friends to Swa Lu. Mak’s partner Prellon had also been decent to her when he was around which was surprising considering he was a chiss.

“That is true.” She said brightening. “Why don’t we go for a swim it has been awhile.” He saw Mak frown but they both nodded. Mak unlike some feline aliens enjoyed the water but he never would like it as much as the rest of them did.

They made their way to the river and found that Cadet’s Berus, Nitin and Prellon were already there. He had no objection to the chiss who while reserved were pretty agreeable it was the presence of Berus that almost made him turn around and leave. “Ah joining us for a swim?” Cadet Berus said in a tone of false pleasantness. “The water is particularly soothing today.” He climbed out of the water and walked over to him. “I was wondering padawan Lasek if I might speak to you alone for a bit?”

He wanted to say no but he nodded his head yes and walked a short ways away still clearly in sight of Swa-lu and Mak just in case Berus tried another stunt. “What is it Berus,” He said as politely as possible.

“I was wondering if now that some time has passed since our unfortunate incident,” Berus paused briefly. “If you wouldn’t mind letting me see the DNA break down I ran on your genome I know Master Codi delivered it to you before he erased it form the computer.” He should have known that was what Berus was on about.

“Sorry, I erased it as soon as I got it,” He said honestly watching Berus face contort with shock. “I was tested as an infant so I al ready know what groups of humans and near humans I have in my back ground.” He saw Berus face change back to being sympathetic.

“Do you think you could tell me it would aid in my research about force sensitivity?” The arkanian asked clearly doing his best to appear harmless. “I mean surely you see the value in expanding our knowledge of how the force and biology are connected.”

“Not really,” He said careful to keep his voice level. “Besides I doubt the Empire is going to be willing to share any breakthroughs it makes on the subject with the rest of the galaxy.” He looked over at the river. “Besides I don’t like your methods so even if I had interest in helping with such a project it wouldn’t be threw you.”

“That’s a shame I’d have been willing to repay you for your help,” Berus said and then turned away. “You are a fascinating subject but you are not irreplaceable once I have my assignment in Imperial Research there will be plenty of replacements for you.” He walked over toward the river and grabbed his armor and clothing before heading back to camp.

He waited until he was gone before heading over to the water and stripping off his robes. He slid into the water and found himself quickly joining in splashing around with Mak who seemed determined to draw the two chiss into a water fight.

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This is a fic in my Amends verse of interconnected fics. Specifically from the Tales of Counter Earth spin off storyline.

Contains: Highlight to read:Rachel/Logan, mention of Violence and severe injuries.

After the Attack

She wanted to be with Logan as Hank worked to find out exactly what had happened to him during the battle between Professor Xavier and the Shadow King who’d been possessing Logan to attempt to kill him. “Child, I know you want to be with Logan but it is important that we discuss things.” Xavier said and she felt a chill down her spine something about him felt wrong.

“All right Professor what do you need to talk to me about?” She asked wanting to get this over and get out of here. She’d always been comfortable around him but for some reason now she wanted to get as far away form him as possible.

“I know the truth about this world,” Xavier said shaking his head. “The Shadow King showed it all to me during our battle and it contributes to my current problem.” He sounded so tired as he went on. “I know that Madelyne Pryor created us and that an alternate version of you altered this world according to our dreams and wishes.” She was shocked by that statement and guessed the shadow king must have learned the truth from Logan’s mind. “It does explain a great deal why in the post Beyonder world so many uncontrollable mutations were suddenly controllable and why suddenly I can walk again.”

“Do you think we should tell everyone?” She asked still disturbed by the chill emanating from him but feeling slightly better at the thought of getting his advice on things. She watched as he frowned.

“No we shouldn’t,” he said looking tired. “The Shadow King intended to reveal the truth to people after he was done killing all the telepaths on this world.” Xavier looked disturbed as he went on. “Unlike us he was not a creation of Franklin Richards or Madelyne Pryor he was from the original Earth.” She must have looked surprised because he went on. “He followed Madelyne here to see what she was up to and became trapped when the barrier cut off this section of the Astral plane.”

She had to admit it made sense because her memories of counter Earth never included a Shadow King before now so his taking over Logan and attacking the professor had been completely unexpected. “Did he have any other goal other than killing you and other telepaths?”

“Yes, he wanted to consume the entire astral plane of this world after he got rid of all other telepaths,” Xavier said grimly. “He planned to consume everything and be a veritable psychic god when the barrier came down and he could return to the universe at large.” She felt her insides freeze with fear. “I wanted you to be aware of what he was planning in case I lose the battle I must now fight.” He sounded tired again. “I have defeated the Shadow king and placed him as a prisoner inside my own mind if I triumph then he will cease to exist but if I fail he will own my body.”

She understood then the darkness that was inside Xavier that was making her uncomfortable. She could sense the Shadow King struggle to get out of his head. “Is there anything I can do to help you Professor?”

“No child, I just need solitude and time to wittle away at this psychic malignancy until he is no more.” He smiled weakly then. “I will not be able to stay here on Genosha so I would like to ask you to keep tabs on Magneto and make sure he doesn’t lose his way while I am gone.”

“I’ll do my best professor,” She said volunteering even though she knew it would be difficult. “I should really get back to the mansion to check on Logan though.” She could feel him drifting toward consciousness and she wanted to be there when he awoke.

“Of course,” Xavier said and she saw him frown. “I am sorry that our battle did that to him and I hope he can be saved.” She wasn’t sure exactly what their battle had done to Logan but if Xavier knew anything more he wasn’t saying. She got up and headed off to find Slipstream to get back to the mansion.

The End.

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Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Marvel just borrowing it for my own and hopefully the amusement of other fans.

This is a fic in my Amends verse of interconnected fics. Specifically from the Tales of Counter Earth spin off storyline.

Contains: Highlight to read:Rachel/Logan, traumatic transformation

The Cure

“You wanted to see us Hank,” She said as she sat beside Logan’s bed as Hank entered looking tired. The plan to use Elixer to keep Logan alive wasn’t working the adamantium poisoning was getting worse and Elixer could only do so much. She knew Logan was expecting Hank to tell them there was nothing more they could do.

“I may have found a way to save your life but it may have disastrous consequences,” Hank said grimly. “I have discovered that if Shield’s infinity formula is mixed with my original distilation of MGH it should allow your body to expell and replace the damaged tissue.”

“Then what are you waiting for Doc lets do it,” Logan said but she could sense Hank’s reluctance. “Hank I’m going to die if we don’t do something and if this is our best shot lets go for it.” She could still sense his reluctance.

“This is the original MGH formula in this cocktail made form your DNA but it is the same formula that turned me into a blue furry freak.” Hank said and she immediately understood what he was afraid of. “There is no telling how it will affect your mutation especially mixed with something as potent as the Infinity formula.”

“Do it Hank,” She said speaking up for the first time. “No matter what happens we will deal with things.” She could still sense his reluctance but he finally produced a syringe and injected it. She held her breath as she waited and then winced as Logan’s mind was over whelmed with pain. She stepped back away form him and saw him being to convulse on the bed. She reached out telekinetically trying to help Hank hold him down but he threw the other man off. Logan began to scream in pain. “Hank what’s wrong?”

Hank was on his feet checking instraments and a look of horror appeared on his face. “It is the adamanitum it is preventing his skeleton from shifting like it wants.” She could sense his guilt. “I should have predicted this he’ll die if we don’t do something to stop the process.”

She knew what she had to do even though it might kill her to do it she reached inside Logan and found his bones. She began to pull at the molecular bonds holding the metal together it was the most difficult thing she’d ever manipulated but she knew that if Magneto could do it she could do it. She felt the metal finally give and began to liquify and flow out of him. She couldn’t sense anything beyond the metal passing out of his skin and onto the floor. As the last of it passed out of his skin she felt herself blacking out. She hoped she had done enough to help.

She came to some time later to a furry faced Logan leaning over her. His fur was the same black as his hair and his facial structure looked more canine but he was alive. “Hope you aren’t allergic,’ He said as a weak joke. She was so glad to see him she ignored it and grabbed him and kissed him. The slight muzzle he had now made it harder but she thought she’d get used to kissing him with practice. “Hank says you saved my life pulling the adamantium out like that.” Logan said when she released him. “He also thinks this new form is permanent.”

“I don’t care your alive that’s what matters,” She said and meant it. She knew there would be some adjustments but she could deal with them for now things were finally looking better.

The End.

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