33 Master Jedi Fay (1/2)

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.