FIRE FROM HEAVEN

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

It has been a thousand years since the foundation of the
Republic. A millennia that saw much struggle and pain,
but that has now given to times of peace and prosperity.
Everyone lives in relative harmony and it seems like the
Galaxy is perfect. But as always, evil lurks in the
shadows.

Acting on the request of the consuls of the distant world
of Sirla, several Jedi Knights have been sent for protection.
For their help, they have been promised some very
important information. But what no one, not even they,
know is that the knowledge they are to receive is
going to play a big part in the designs currently
taking place in the forgotten world of Concord Red....

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"Approaching the station, sir," said the captain to the passenger sitting behind him. The captain was glad to know that his journey would soon be over. It had been long and very treacherous. Had anyone but his master ordered him to go, he would have flipped whomever it was off and returned to his baala drink. But it had been his master and here they were. The deep red ball that was Concord Red--dead planet. The chances anyone still lived here were very rare. And visitors were likely to never show. This world was forgotten to the universe.

"As such," replied the passenger sitting behind him, "it is the perfect place for my Master's work."

"Yea-yes, sir," stammered out the captain, who was quick to return to his controls. He shouldn't be thinking like this in the presence of his master. He had work and duties to attend to. He turned his gaze to the outside, but quickly turned his head down at seeing his master's hood reflected on the screen. He hated when the master sat behind him, but there was no choice. He returned his gaze to the outside and saw the small space station that orbited Concord Red as well as what appeared to be a shipping dockyard behind it. All of the action was taking place on the dockyard, while the station looked devoid of life.

"Entering final approach," said the captain as he inputted the landing sequence onto the ship's computers. The ship stopped for a moment and the computers began to grunt in a series of beeps and whistles. It seemed like they were fighting the orders that had been placed. The captain began to sweat furiously under his uniform. Were he a religious man, he would have prayed. Instead, he gave the underside of his controls a swift kick and was rewarded with the beeps that signified acceptance. The ship approached the station and entered its main dock.

Action could be seen left and right. Mechanics and technicians doing repairs on all sorts of ships-transports, fighters, and other exotic vessels. Some technicians argued with pilots, others argued with the droids that moved back and forth performing the majority of the repairs. The sound of metal against metal surrounded the place as an undertone. No one noticed the new craft as it docked and opened its bay doors. However, everyone immediately stood in attention as the dark robed passenger stepped from the beaten ship and walked right past everyone. No one-even the droids-moved until the passenger had left the docking bay. Then, all the cacophony returned and things took their normal course once again. One mechanic approached the ship's captain as he stepped out of the ship.

"Man, what a piece of junk," said the mechanic as he took a look at the ship.

"No kidding," replied the captain. "I wonder why he'd make such a trip in this bucket. Anyway, where can I get a drink?"

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The dark passenger followed a young officer into a conference room. Here, other equally robed figures stood about. Power could be sensed coming from all of these figures. As well it should, for they were lords of the Sith-united in brotherhood for the conquest of the galaxy and the destruction of the Jedi. The officer left and the passenger began to walk towards the other figures. One, smaller in height, approached him.

"You are late, Lord Belian," said the smaller figure in a feminine voice. "We have been waiting too long for you."

"It was unavoidable," replied Lord Belian. "You see, I have duties and responsibilities that one such as yourself would not be able to understand. I came as soon as I could."

The smaller figure took a step back at the reproach and quietly began to reach inside her robes. However, before she could fulfill what she desired, the officer returned and said, "Lord Vassoran has ordered me to ask you to take your places. He will be with you shortly."

The other figures-six in total-moved to the conference table that had quietly appeared from the floor. They took their places, but no one sat down. After a few moments, the conference room doors swished open and a large, dark, imposing figure strode in. He stood nine feet tall and was covered in black armor and the ceremonial robe of the Sith. He took his place at the head of the conference table and sat down. He made a move that let the others know they too could sit. From within his hood, Belian observed the one he called master. Pale white skin, black eyes, long forehead and a series of tiny spines that protruded from his chin. This was Vassoran, Dark Lord of the Sith and, if any gods existed, they would fear him. When he spoke, his speech was marked by slow and deep growls. One could never tell the true demeanor that the Dark Lord had.

"You may remove your robes," spoke Vassoran. "I'm sure all of you know one another by now. So this secrecy is really unnecessary."

The other figures turned to one another. For a second or two, they hesitated, but then removed their hoods so they could be seen by all. After a few moments, they began to take in the faces to which their spies had placed names so long ago. On Vassoran's right hand sat Belian, who was a picture of perfection. Tall, blonde hair, blue eyes and as evil a soul as anyone could have met. Next to him sat Lucus Ozz, a half-man, half-reptilian being that seemed to be as old as any Whill. At his side was Roddocc Lobale, a Twi'lek, whom he knew nothing about.

Across from Lobale was Kodean Mae Rahn. He had replaced the majority of his body with robotic and cybernetic parts-all in a quest to come closer to the Dark Side. To his left was the small figure that had reproached him-Adea J'Brar. Dark skin, pale blue eyes, but another example of beauty hiding evil. Reports told of her getting rid of all spice smugglers and bounty hunters in her sector. No one knew the reason why and no one dared to ask. Finally, across from Belian, sat Teegar, a Mon Calamari and admiral of Vassoran's fleet. Belian was amused at that title for Teegar led nothing more than a band of pitiful, defective, ships piloted by drunks and failures. He kept that to himself though, lest he anger Vassoran. The Dark Lord finally began to speak in earnest.

"For a thousand years, we have sat in the dark-confined to the nothingness and emptiness of space. After the betrayal at Endor, it was believed that we were finished. That our religion had lost to that of the Jedi's. But we have proven them wrong before. Two hundred years ago, we resurfaced and began a long campaign to destroy all the Jedi had built. But treachery and failure condemned us. And, of the thousands who went into the fire, only I walked out. I knew then that for us to succeed, that the pitfalls of the past could not be repeated again. So, I took it upon myself to rebuild the Sith slowly, quietly and to get rid of the ancient shackles that bound us."

Belian began to question Vassoran's true age-after all, he did not look like one who has lived over two hundred years. Then, the Dark Lord pointed at him. Belian sat up straight, but was calmed as the pointed finger panned to the rest of the lords in attendance.

"All of you, I have trained myself," continued Vassoran. This took Belian by surprise. How old was he? Lucus Ozz looked to be a few hundred years old and Vassoran mastered him! He returned his attention to Vassoran. "Therefore, I know that failure is something none of you practice. But know, that treachery will not be tolerated. There has been too much work done to simply have it betrayed by one of you. I consider you brothers in the Sith and as such, you will serve as a council to me. Still, if anyone dares betray what we set to accomplish here, that one will suffer much."

At that moment, Ozz spoke. "And just what is it, we are set out to do?"

Vassoran smiled, for the question shifted his speech to his next topic. "Lord Ozz, for centuries, we have wondered why it is that no one fears us anymore. I know why. Because there has been nothing to fear about the Sith. We inspire no dread, we conjure up no trepidation or alarm in the hearts and souls of men. We have become nothing more than fairy tales with which to make children submit to their parents' will. That is about to change. I--."

All of a sudden, the doors opened and the officer entered the room once again. Kneeling low before Vassoran, he prayed the Dark Lord wouldn't kill him in a fit of fury. "My lord," said the officer. "I have grave news."

Vassoran had been ready to kill the young officer, but had quietly let that go. Instead, he sat back and allowed the man to give whatever information had been so important that he had deemed interrupt him.

"Lord Vassoran," continued the officer. "Your mines in Sirla have been discovered by the local authorities. Spy reports inform us that they have been taken, that all the equipment was seized and that most of the forces were captured."

Belian was amazed. Sirla?, he thought. Why would Vassoran be involved in mining that far flung world? Only one thing could have brought his Master to Sirla--silicane. Belian's reverie was quickly cut short. For if Vassoran had been furious before, that was nothing compared to the rage that seized him at that moment. He grabbed the officer and picked him up from the ground. The dark eyes had turned into a blood red. All of the other lords waited for him to kill the officer. Instead, he let him fall to the ground. After a few seconds of coughing, the officer looked up and returned to his knelt position.

"How many knights are in the area?" asked Vassoran.

"None on Sirla, sir," replied the officer. "There are three on Del Amell and four on Bolosh. They can be there within a couple of days."

"Order them to move in," ordered Vassoran. "They are to destroy the mines, kill the workers...and kill the Sirlaean consuls."

"Yes, my lord," said the officer, who quickly stood up and left the conference room-happy to be alive.

Vassoran quietly turned to the other lords. "Failure will not be tolerated," he said. Then, he turned and marched out of the room and brought an end to their meeting.

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Meanwhile, across the galaxy, a sleek ship headed towards the same destination of Sirla. The mood in this ship, however, was much different from that of the station at Concord.

"All I'm saying is that there was no reason for him to send us to the end of the galaxy!"

A growl was the only response the statement got.

"I know it was my fault! But there wasn't much to do, now was there?"

An elderly man sat behind the heated conversation and smiled. He looked at the two in front of him--one human and the other a Wookie. And their age was beginning to show--Jedi training or no Jedi training.

"Look, Andari," said the human knight as he turned from the ship's controls, "do you think you could speak to Master Ulric once we finish this mission. I don't feel like going to every planet at the tail end of the galaxy to make amends for one small mistake!"

Andari took a serious turn and said, "Well, give it some time. Your actions in this mission may accomplish that by themselves."

"Great," said the knight, "I'll be commended for shooting vera lizards off trees!"

There were two quick growls and a gruff. An off-color remark, no doubt.

Andari took great delight in the frustrations his two companions shared. Krokukonn and Jann Duvey. Young Jedi Knights. As full of spirit and strength as any Bantha. Unfortunately, like most Banthas, they had yet to learn to live with their saddles and bridles and, therefore, chomped at the chance to break free. Was he ever like that, Andari pondered. Yes, he answered, and what was more amazing was that his shipmates would never believe it. He looked at Jann's braided brown locks and began to think back to the first time he had seen them--a day ago.

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"You're what??!" exploded Jann.

"Because of the situation on Bespin, the Council has decided that it would be best if your new assignment was one a bit more quiet," replied the figured clothed in the uniform of the Jedi. It stood tall and proud--as a Jedi Master and a member of the Council should.

"But Master Ulric," said Jann, "I thought Krokukonn and I had been cleared of all the charges?"

"Yes, you had been," continued Ulric. "But destroying a Corellian Battle Cruiser, no matter the reason, is still a pretty big thing. Therefore, the Council has decided that you and Krokukonn would be better suited for the new mission to Sirla."

A growl was heard from the tall, wooly, Jedi. It seemed he was in agreement with his human partner.

"Not just regular guard duty," said Ulric, "bodyguard to the Sirlaean consuls. There has been an incident and the consuls have requested that the Jedi be present in case the situation escalates. You two are perfectly suited for the job. And this is very important. I would not just give it to anyone."

"Great," said an exasperated Jann. "Any more good news?"

"Don't take that tone with me, young man!" Ulric was quick to reproach. "Do not forget who is your senior here! Besides, it is your butts I'm saving from the fire."

"Alright, alright," Jann replied, backing down as quickly as possible. "I'm sorry. It's just that--."

"Look, I understand your frustration," Ulric said in a quieter tone. "But this is the way it has to be. For the moment at least."

A questioning gruff came from Krokukonn.

"You're leaving later this evening," replied Ulric. "Be ready at docking port 77 with all your gear. I'll bring along your new partner."

"Partner?!" asked Jann. "What partner?"

"Oh, I didn't tell you," said an Ulric in a somewhat amused tone. "The Council has also decided to send you with one of our most distinguished teachers--to help you."

"Oh, so now you're sending us with a babysitter too?" continued Jann, who was liking his situation less and less.

"He is a great teacher," replied Ulric. "Anyway, I'll bring him along for introduction. Till then, dismissed."

As the two Jedi knights left, their arguing could still be heard. This brought a smile to Master Ulric--who took great pleasure in life's little jokes. His smile, however, disappeared when he looked up and saw an elderly figure staring at him from two floors up. Ulric walked away--not happy with the task that later waited for him.

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It was early in the evening on Coruscant and the nightlights had come alive with their own glow. Those fortunate to be in the highest buildings saw an ocean of yellows and blues and reds. From one of these windows, the same elderly figure stared out at the night. His reverie continued even when the doors opened and Master Ulric Tronos entered. Ulric's footsteps were the only thing to resonate through the empty room that was the council chambers for the Jedi. He stopped only a few feet from the elderly man and spoke.

"All is in readiness, Master. You may leave at your discretion."

"Thank you, Ulric," replied the old man. After a few seconds, he spoke again, "You disapprove. Why?"

Ulric was taken momentarily aback. He knew him, so it shouldn't surprise Ulric that he could sense his dread. "Master, are you sure it is time?"

"Yes, Ulric," said the man. "We've discussed this for quite some time now. The time has come."

"But Master," continued Ulric, "maybe the visions you have are pointing to something else."

"No," said the man. "Ulric, even though you're very strong in the Force, you still will learn much. Don't assume that, because you lead the Council, that you automatically know everything."

"It's just that," tried a much exasperated Ulric, "you have been with us since the new beginning. How are the Jedi to go on without you. How will I know what to do?"

"The Jedi will be fine, Ulric, as will you," said the man finally turning around. His elderly features showed much age, but also vitality and strength. "When the Jedi came to be once more, it was decided that no one person would have undue influence and power--to prevent mistakes like before. That is why I stepped down two hundred years ago and let others lead. We can no longer afford to make the same mistakes and harbor the same arrogance that nearly killed us a thousand years ago. That is why I must go--the time has come for me to stop assuming my arrogance and embrace my destiny. You have led us for quite some time now, do not think that you cannot assume your role. You are strong. Trust the Force to guide you down the right path and you will do fine."

The elderly man finished those words and embraced Ulric. He then stepped back and asked, "Is my gear ready?"

"Yes, Master," replied Ulric. "It and your companions wait in the docking bays."

"Then we better get going," said the elderly man as he began to walk towards the door. "By the way, when you introduce me to Jann and Krokukonn, say my name is...Andari Effenli."

"You mean...after?" asked a surprised Ulric. He began to laugh. "Do you think they'll get it?"

"Probably not," replied Andari. "It's an old inside joke, after all."

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Jann and Krokukonn waited on docking bay 77 for Master Ulric and their new partner to arrive. Their mood had still not improved--and now they had to wait. Jann paced back and forth, while Krokukonn sat at the feet of their ship. Neither one of them had signed on for this, they thought. They wanted adventure, glorious battles, and quests--not bodyguard detail. After all, any idiot with half a brain could take a bullet. They were Jedi knights, guardians of the galaxy, defenders of the Republic--not shooting ducks! Neither one of them had signed on for this. Jann had come a long way--from a distant system that had just recently signed on to the Republic. He still wore his hair long and braided into locks--like all of the men in his world. Meanwhile, Krokukonn had gone against his family's wishes and joined the Jedi--who, though a good alternative, were still considered second to Kashyyyk's tribal armies.

The bay doors opened and Master Ulric and an old man walked through. The two Jedi knights looked at their elders and realized that this was their new companion. The same thought hit them at the same time. He's too old to be any good. Why is he here? The Jedi masters approached the ship and waited for their subordinates to stand at position.

"Jann, Krokukonn," said Ulric, "allow me to introduce you to Master Andari Effenli. He is one of the best teachers I have had the pleasure of knowing. He's even taught me a few things."

The two young Jedi looked at each other. Ulric's teacher? This guy was really old then, they thought. Though they did not realize it, Andari read their minds as they thought it and laughed to himself. Stepping forward, Andari began to speak.

"I'm thankful for the opportunity to join you in your new mission. I hope we'll be able to get along."

"Yeah," said Jann. "We hope so too." Krokukoon growled in accordance, but kept his mouth shut after that.

"Well, you better get going," said Ulric. "Sirla is a long way and you'll need all the time to get there. I hope your ship's repairs are all finished, Jann?"

"Yes, sir," replied Jann, "The Star Flame is ready to go."

"Then all that's left to say is," said Ulric, "may the Force be with you all."

With that, Ulric turned and left in a hurry. Though he hid his feelings from his students, the emotions that overwhelmed him were proving to be a strain. Jann and Krokukonn looked at each other, unsure of what to do next.

"What a pretty ship," said Andari as he stepped between the Jedi and looked that the sleek craft. "Bet you it's a lot of fun to fly. Let's take a look inside." He boarded the ship--leaving all his gear behind. "Would you mind getting my gear for me?" he asked from inside the ship.

Krokukonn quickly grabbed his stuff and ran into the ship, before Jann knew what had happened. The Wookie's laughter could be heard as he ran up the ramp. Jann turned around and realized he was all alone. He grabbed both his gear and Andari's and struggled up the ramp. "Of all the lousy, no good, rotten luck, I...." His grumbling didn't cease till the ship's doors closed.

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The Flame --a sleek, mid-size, ship created by Astro Corp. exclusively for the Jedi--took off from Coruscant's starport. From a window, Ulric looked at the ship as it slowly dissapeared into the darkness of space. Then slowly, he drew a Holocron disk from within his robes. Taking a long look at it, he spoke.

"Goodbye...my dear friend."

He returned it to its place within his robes and walked away. His walk was marked by the new burden he felt on his shoulders.

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"Andari?" asked Jann. "Andari!"

The elderly Jedi woke from his thoughts and looked down at the face of the young knight. He asked, "what is it?"

"We're here," answered Jann. "Sirla."

The Jedi master looked through the ship's windows to the blue-tinged world that was Sirla. The centepiece of the Sirla system, the homeworld--the system's fourth planet--was the home to an well-developed race of humans. Advanced colonization and terraforming could be seen in 5 of Sirla's 7 moons. As the Flame began its descent into the world, one could notice the various lush forests, long rivers, blue oceans and the snow-capped mountains. It wouldn't be too far to call this place a paradise and, in fact, Sirla was one of the biggest tourist spots in the universe.

That, however, could not be discerned from the high level of security that surrounded the planet. Various battle cruisers could be seen hovering near the planet. Then, a voice over the intercom broke the Jedi's concentration.

"This is Sirla Navigation Control. We are currently tracking your course. Please identify yourself and your purpose on Sirla."

The Jedi looked at one another. "Cheerful folks, huh?" said Jann before responding to the message. "This is Astro Corp. Ship #55492-37, designated name 'Star Flame.' Currently carrying three passengers and no cargo. We are Jedi knights sent on a diplomatic mission by request of the Sirlaean consuls. Please check your logs with whoever sent the invite."

"Checking records," said the voice. "One moment."

Krokukonn then pointed out three fighters to their right. The three of them began to wonder what they were there for--escort or destruction. A moment later, the answer came.

"Astro #55492, you are acknowledged to enter Sirlaean airspace. Please head to platform #2228. An escort has been provided that will lead you. Welcome to Sirla."

"Thank you, Nav control," responded Jann.

The Star Flame entered into approach towards the capital city of Manao. Quickly, one of the fighters--shaped like a lemon wedge--placed itself in front of the Jedi's ship. It's companions were just as quick to put themselves behind the ship. To the Jedi, this was a clear sign of hostility, but they kept quiet--knowing already, that fear must be running high on this world.

The four ships flew over the forests and began to see, in the distance, the clear signs of a major city. Tall buildings and high walls that seemed to protect the smaller buildings within. As they approached, the city took a larger scale and one could distinguish both the ancient markings of the Sirlaeans as well as the new designs that had been created. The ships flew past the city walls and Manao's starport.

"Hmm," questioned Jann, "how many laser turrets and cannons do you figure they've got targeting us right now?

Krokukonn quickly answered with a series of growls.

"Yep, about twenty-two. That's what I was figuring."

The ships continued into the city, past tall buildings that rivaled those found in Coruscant. However, the tallest by far dwindled them all. An ancient and majestic palace was at the center of Manao. There, the ships headed. As they approached a landing platform, the lead fighter broke away--the silver finish glowing bright in the sun.

"Here you are, Star Flame," the Jedi heard over the intercom. "The Palace of Manao. Be careful."

"Thanks escort," replied Jann. Krokukonn slowed the ship down as the features became more obvious. As he did, the tail fighters followed another second or so, then broke away. The Star Flame touched down on platform #2228. Jann threw in the auxilliary landing systems and shut off the primary. The ship came to a full stop on a disc that seemed to hover high above the air.

The Jedi disembarked and found no one waiting for them. They could see the walkway that led away from the platform and into the palace. It was at an acute angle with the palace walls--probably to ensure that the palace guards could get good shots at the ship and its passengers should it decide to leave without permission. Suddenly, the door at the far end of the walkway opened and a full armed garrison poured out. They advanced on the Jedi with their weapons at their side, but clearly ready for a fight. They stopped a few feet away from the Jedi and parted for an officer.

"Greetings," said the officer, "I am Major Debal. Could you please identify yourselfs?"

Andari patiently drew a round disc from his belt and offered it to the man. Major Debal flipped it on and watched as the three images of the Jedi were projected out of it. Then, Andari spoke.

"Andari Effenli. Jedi Knight."

Jann repeated, "Jann Duvey. Jedi Knight."

Krokukonn growled his response. It was the same--"Krokukonn. Jedi Knight."

The Major then turned back to the projections as they all dissapeared one by one and were replaced with a series of lines. These were their orders. After reading them, he shut it off and gave it back to Andari, who returned it to his belt. Major Debal then turned and said over his shoulder, "Follow me."

The three Jedi followed him through the standing guards, who followed as soon as the Jedi had passed by them. This procession entered into the palace, which the two younger Jedi were quick to marvel at. Diamond-like statues, shimmering walls, the sight was beatiful. They gave way to alabaster walls and giant oak doors. In front of large set of doors, the entourage stopped. Here Major Debal took his hand from his glove and pressed it against the doors. The doors remained locked for all of two seconds before opening themselves up. The Major put his glove back on and led the Jedi into a large room filled with chairs. Three had been placed at the center, with various others surrounding them in a semicircle. There were two chairs elevated in position above the rest--the ones that faced the three chairs to which the Jedi had been led.

"Sit here," instructed Major Debal. "The Sirlaean consuls will be with you in just a moment."

The Jedi quietly took their seats and began to wait. Meanwhile, the rest of Debal's garrison placed themselves in attention against the room's walls--their eyes never leaving the Jedi. After five minutes, the doors to the sides of the room opened and two small entourages slowly came out. At the lead of each group was a young woman, with long flowing red hair, green eyes and a pale complexion. Both were dressed the same. In fact, if it hadn't been for their entourage's wardrobe--one blue, one white--they would have been unrecognizable. Eventually, though, the two young women parted ways from their group and sat at their places. Their groups found seats around the Jedi and all waited for the two mirror images to speak.

"Welcome, noble Jedi," spoke both consuls at once, "to our homeworld. It is with great hesitation and dire need that we have called for your assistance."

"Thank you," responded Andari, "but perhaps it would be wise to not tax yourselves with this exercise. We can just as well learn your situation from one as from the other."

The magistrates looked at one another. How had he known? The Sirlaean consuls meanwhile smiled and nodded their heads in agreement. Then the one on the left spoke first.

"Again, thank you. It has been a while since we have required the aid of someone. However, the situation proved to be most dire and, as such, we could do no less than ask help from those who are best suited to give it."

"How can we be of service?" asked Andari.

"As you may know," began the right consul, "Sirla has two large industries. One is tourism. The other is the export of silicane. It is from silicane that the modern systems are able to harness energy for transport across the stars. This is very well-protected by us. However, someone has dared meddle with it."

"Someone?" asked Jann. "Any ideas who?"

"The perpetrator's true identity remains hidden from us," continued the right consul. "However, we have been able to capture his facilities and most of his subordinates. They are being detained for questioning, but, so far, have given us nothing."

"Major Debal," said the left consul, "is leading the investigation into these crimes. However, their sheer size and magnitude point to someone who has power, connections and is unaffraid to use it."

"Therefore," concluded the right consul, "we are afraid that whoever this person is may retaliate in greater force. This is why you were called."

"We will help in any way possible," said Andari. "We are instructed to remain here until the matter has been resolved or you feel you can handle this matter without us."

"Very well," said the consuls in unison. "When this is over, we will give you the information that has been promised for your aid."

"That is unnecessary," replied Jann. "We need no payment. We will glady do this for you."

The two consuls looked at each other and smiled at Jann. This made him both elated and uneasy. The magistrates murmured their approval.

"In any case," replied the consuls, "we will give it to you. All arrangements should be made with Major Debal."

"Yes, exulted ones," said Andari.

The consuls stood and left the ways they had entered with their groups in tow. After the doors had closed, Major Debal looked at the Jedi.

"Welcome to Sirla," he said.

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A similar sign hung high above the metallic doors of Manao's starport. This was read by the hundreds of tourists who disembarked at the starport and were ready to experience the planet's beauty. One such group had just arrived at Sirla as well. Mothers, sons, grandparents--and a small special group of men. Dressed like tourists and carrying the usual array of luggage, they attracted no attention. They went past the doors and moved into the streets, where the large crowds swallowed them.

One of the men in the group turned to his left after a certain intersection and approached a multi-tentacled alien that sold trinkets made out of all sorts of materials. After a few moments, the man returned to his group and led them down the opposite direction. Two blocks and they turned into an alley. After fifty or so paces, they entered through an unmarked door. The same alien was waiting for them inside the room.

"No one saw you?" asked the alien. "Followed you?"

"No," replied the same man. He stood over six feet and his demeanor had changed from the tourists' vacant look to a more determined scowl. "Have you all that we require?"

"My lords asked for a lot," replied the alien. "But if Nadoobi wants it, Nadoobi gets it. All is in ready."

"And the access codes to the palace?" asked the same man again.

"You will be spirited into and out of the palace through a secret passage," replied Nadoobi. "Through the many years, the consuls have shown the same fear and have designed ways to escape. Now, those ways shall aid you."

"Very well," said the man. "Inform Lord Vassoran of our arrival." With that, he and his companions turned and walked up the stairs to the rooms.

"If I may ask," tried Nadoobi, "who will I say has arrived?"

The lead knight turned to the alien and said, "No one." The knight once again began to go up the stairs.

"Would you be interested in some information?" asked Nadoobi.

"I grow tired of this," replied the frustrated knight. "What?"

"It's about the consuls," said the tentacled alien, "and how they got the Jedi's help."

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As night fell over Sirla, the Jedi had gone through a quick instruction session on guarding the Sirlaean consuls. At the end, they decided that Jann would take first watch. He now stood looking through a window, outside the quarters of the consuls. Major Debal joined him.

"Beautiful night, isn't it?" asked the Major.

"Yes," said Jann as he turned. "Is it always like this?"

"Just about," replied the officer. "Sirla is for more intents and purposes a quiet planet. Nothing ever happens here. That is partly why you were called. I think the majority of Sirla's forces have never seen true battle."

"And you?" asked Jann.

"I was a young man when I fought in the last battle this system has ever seen," replied Debal. "The Battle of Tell Adan. Shortly after that, we joined the Republic and it's been quiet ever since."

"Well, I don't doubt you somewhat appreciate that fact?" asked Jann.

"It's true," said Debal, "I like peace and the peace here has been great. But there is a side we all have that says 'We need action. We need danger.' I stopped listening to that side of me for fear of going insane."

Jann laughed with the Major. He then said, "Could I ask you something?"

"Sure," replied Debal.

"What is it with the consuls?" asked Jann. "They look identical and act like they're the same person?"

"That would be because they're psionas," replied Debal.

"I...I don't follow," said a questioning Jann.

Debal smiled and said, "For ages, the leadership of my world was in question. Kings failed because they were too worried about themselves. Ministers failed because they could not handle everything at once. Sorcerers could not be counted upon and Senators were too greedy. It was unknown how leadership was to be determined. Then, someone noticed a rare event."

"It was seen that every generation, a special set of twins was born. Nearly identical in appearance and always female. They were strong and shared a connection almost no one could understand. It was as if they could see into each other's minds."

"What?" asked a shocked Jann.

"It is true," replied Debal before continuing. "They were named psionas. Though no one really knows the full extent of their power, what is known is that they can share the same thoughts and emotions of the other. They can know what the other knows. They were very intelligent and could make noble decisions. So, it was decided that they would be trained to lead us and have since."

"And every generation, a new set is born?" asked Jann, unable to believe the answer.

"Yes," replied Debal, amused at the Jedi's response. "The new twins were born a few years ago. The current consuls, Medha and Theda, have been so for the past ten years. In time, they will step down and the new ones will assume their roles. The magistrates will advise them and I, if I'm still alive, will protect them."

"Sounds amazing," said Jann. "They know everything each one knows?"

"Yes," replied Debal. "It's rumoured one can feel what the other does. One can see what the other sees. This gives them extra power in that they can both be at two places at once and know what the other knows. Since one deals with planet affairs and the other deals with interplanetary affairs, this gives them great power."

"I think this just made the list of strangest phenomena I have ever seen," said Jann.

"Trust me," continued Debal, "that's only the tip of the iceberg where Sirla is concerned."

"I don't doubt it," said Jann as he turned around. All of a sudden a large explosion was heard far from their position. Both men quickly drew their weapons and began to look around.

"I'll check on what's going on," said a focused Debal. "Stay here with the consuls and inform us if anything goes wrong."

"Alright," said Jann, who already had his lightsaber drawn, but not ignited. He watched the officer leave and began to look about for signs of foul play. Seeing none, he moved back against the door--which all of a sudden gave way! He spun, only to be greeted by the red locks of one of the consuls.

"What is the matter?" asked the consul.

"Unknown yet," replied Jann. "Major Debal went to check it out. It's probably nothing. Return to bed."

The consul looked at Jann and sheepisly said, "Is that an order, Jedi?"

Jann was taken aback and quickly tried to catch his error. "No madam," he said, "I just think it'd be best if you would not worry about it. You are in a palace surrounded by guards. Nothing is going to happen to you."

"Very well," replied the consul. She smiled at Jann and closed the door. Jann turned, somewhat flustered by the events. He couldn't read what the consuls were doing, but this much was true--they were playing with him. The door was opened once again and a consul's head appeared again.

"Is everything alright," asked the consul.

"I thought you..." began Jann, but stopped as he realized this was the other twin. "Nothing is the matter. Don't worry."

"Very well," replied the consul, this time much more business-like. Before she closed the door, Jann asked, "By the way, what is your name?"

"Why do you wish to know my name?" asked the consul in a terse voice.

"Just so I'll be able to tell you and your sister apart," replied Jann.

"My name is Medha," replied the consul. "Now, good--."

All of a sudden, two dark figures appeared from the shadows. Jann spun and saw them. The consul gasped and began to come out.

"No," replied Jann. "Get back in there and close the door."

The consul did as told and Jann returned his attention to the Sith knights that had materialized from the darkness.

"Jedi," spoke the lead knight, "you are outnumbered. Give up this foolish fight and we may let you leave alive."

"How about I stay and you leave?" asked Jann.

The Sith knights ignited red lightsabers. At this sight, Jann removed his and ignited its blue blade. Sensing the odds, he made a move for his belt and the intercom--but as soon as he flipped it on, he heard static.

"You are being jammed, Jedi," replied the lead Sith knight. "Your friends will not be able to help you."

"I don't need their help to deal with you," replied Jann. He stuck his left hand into his robes and removed a longer saber, which he ignited into a red blade. A blade per hand, Jann assumed a stance against the Sith knights to block their passage to the door.

As soon as he did that, two more knights appeared from the shadows. They stood beside their companions and lit their sabers. Now, it was four against one.

"Okay, this could be a problem," remarked Jann. He then spun the red lightsaber and ignited a second blade from its tail. The Sith knights looked at one another for a moment. It was three blades against four, but it was still one Jedi against four Sith. The battle was theirs. They screamed and lunged for Jann.

Jann quickly side stepped the lunge by the two knights that were farthest to his right. He then used the lightstaff to block the blades of the other two knights. The two blocked knights kept pushing while another lunged to stick him with his blade. Jann blocked the attack three times before throwing the two blocked knights away. He then moved to the side and blocked the lunging knight's fourth attack. Grabbing him from his robes, he threw him against the far end of the wall and turned to the other three.

The fourth knight--who had lunged with the other three and hit the wall--charged first. He attacked high twice, before trying to strike the body. At all turns, Jann blocked. Then, another knight attacked him from behind. Using the lightstaff, Jann was able to block his attacks, but he could sense himself getting tired. He noticed the lead knight was gone and the other knight--whom he had thrown agains the wall--was up and ready to enter the consuls' chambers. All of a sudden, the knights stopped and turned. Andari and Krokukonn stood there, sabers ignited and ready to battle.

"Away from him, NOW!" snarled Andari.

The Sith knights backed away. Jann brought himself up and faced them. Andari and Krokukonn joined him.

"Are you alright?" asked Andari.

"Yes," replied a refocused Jann. "There were four of them. I don't know where the fourth one went."

"Then find him," ordered Andari. "We will deal with these."

Jann broke away and ran into the consuls' personal chambers. One of the Sith knights moved to run after him, but Krokukonn quickly blocked his passage. For a moment, all five knights faced one another, then a loud roar by Krokukonn indicated the Jedi's attack.

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Jann ran into the consuls' bed chambers. He saw things thrown left and right. He was both concerned and disgusted. How could these guys have gotten this close to the consuls? Whoever they were, they were certainly not amateurs. His reverie was broken by whimpering sounds coming from the closet. He ran there and opened it to reveal one of the consuls.

"Are you okay?" asked Jann before the consul threw herself at him.

"They've taken Medha!" screamed Theda between cries. "He's not far, but she's going to be killed!"

He could see the pain and worry in her face and the phenomena which had amazed him such a short while earlier now revealed its darker side. She was in as much pain as her sister was--whatever defenses she could have against such overwhelming emotions were gone. Chances were high that if one died, the other one would not only feel it, but experience it. They'd both die together! He turned to the bereaved consul and spoke

"Where is she? Where is she?"

"She's being led away," replied Theda, "she's going down to the lost catacombs." Pointing to an opened door, she said, "That way!"

"Alright," replied Jann, looking for a way to run after the other consul. All of a sudden Debal burst through the door.

"Where are the consuls?" he half-asked, half-screamed.

"They've taken one," replied Jann. "Here, watch her. I'm going after the other."

"No, wait," began to reply Debal, but Jann was already through the door and running down the hall. Through his rush, he could sense both the unknown knight and the consul. They were far down into the palace. The stairs would take forever, Jann thought. Instead. he jumped and fell fifteen stories. Before his feet touched the ground though, he removed something from his belt and fired it off. A wire swam in the opposite direction and a claw cut into the marble pillars above. The wire went straight and Jann's body lurched to a stop a few feet off the ground. Jumping down, he saw the knight and the consul had stopped and both faced him now.

"Stop, Jedi!" yelled the lead knight. "You cannot come closer or she dies--and her sister with her!"

Jann stopped. The knight held the consul by the red locks and held a lightsaber behind her. He couldn't move.

"Know that if any harm comes to her," said Jann, "you die."

"I highly doubt it, Jedi," replied the knight.

Jann had quietly removed his saber from his belt and held it against the back of his thigh. He knew what would follow next and awaited it.

"Why?" asked Jann as the knight moved his saber away from the consul--about to strike. "Why all of this?"

"Because my master has ordered it to be," said the knight and he brought his saber down.

Immediately Jann ignited his lightsaber and heaved it to the two figures in front of him. It spun in a circle for what seemed forever, before finding its mark and striking the knight's right arm. The knight howled in pain and let go of the consul. She ran to Jann, who quickly moved her behind him. The knight was trying to grab the space where his arm had been, not realizing it was no longer there.

Jann approached him carefully. All of a sudden, the knight removed several explosives from his belt and threw them at Jann. He ignited one end of the lightstaff and used it as a bat to divert them from him. The knight used this distraction to lunge for his lightsaber, but Jann was quickly able to cut him in two. After the action had died, Jann's breathing was deeper. He turned to the consul, who was just as shocked.

"Are you all right?" asked Jann.

"Yes," replied Medha.

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After things calmed down, the Consuls, the Jedi, the magistrates and Major Debal gathered at the same room where they had all first met to discuss the events.

"So, what happened?" asked Jann.

"Apparently," began Debal, "these assassins--whoever they were--infiltrated Sirlaean defenses, entered the high security holding areas and murdered all of the prisoners we had captured at the mines."

"All of them?" asked Theda.

"Yes, your highness," replied Debal. "Not only that, but they also set up explosives at the mines where they had been found. Though we felt only a small tremor here, it was on a very large explosion. It took out an area of ten miles."

"But it's impossible for anyone to travel that fast that far," said Jann. "They were right on top of me just a few moments after you had left."

"Meaning that there were more of them," said Andari. This statement sent shivers of fear up everyone's spines.

"I think we ought to start by doubling forces around the consuls," stated Jann. "Beyond that, there's really not much we can do."

Krokukonn growled a few times, but only the Jedi understood him.

"He said," translated Andari, "that it'd be easier to plan our moves if we knew what they were after."

"What else," scoffed one of the magistrates. "They sought to extinguish the fire from the leaders of Sirla. That's what they're after!"

"I don't think so," said Jann.

They all looked at him. "Why?" asked another magistrate.

"Because if all they wanted was the consuls' lives," answered Jann, "they could have easily taken that and left." Looking up at everyone else, he continued, "There was a number of minutes when three of the attackers had me boxed in. The fourth one rushed into the chambers and actually kidnapped Medha. Why? Why not just kill her and, in the process, her sister? There was nothing to prevent him from doing so."

"Perhaps he was an amateur who didn't know what to do once he got to the consuls?" suggested the first magistrate.

"No," replied Andari. "These were not...amateurs. As a matter of fact, they were far from it."

"How do you know?" asked Major Debal.

"Because they have not been seen," replied Andari, "for at least two hundred years."

Everyone's attention was on the old Jedi master now.

"These were knights of the Sith," said Andari.

"Sith!" said Jann. "How? As far as we knew, they were long dead."

"By now you should now, nothing ever really dies," replied Andari. "It's imperative we find out what their true motives were."

Then, Medha made a small gesture to call the room to order. "Would everyone leave us for a few moments?"

Everyone looked around for a moment--unsure of what she had just said. Then, the magistrates and soldiers began to leave. The Jedi and Major Debal remained with the Sirlaean consuls and looked on as the doors were closed.

"I asked them to leave for a reason," said Medha before looking at her sister. "The knight who came into our chambers last night actually asked me to give him a certain piece of information. How did he come to know what we knew, I cannot say. But what he was asking was enough to tell me he knew more than anyone else."

"What?" asked Jann.

"You came here knowing that we were offering some rather important information in exchange for your services," said Medha. "Though you continued to turn it down at every turn, we had promised to give it to you. Somehow, that knight knew what we had to tell you. And that is dangerous."

"So," Andari said, "this knight knew what you were going to tell us."

"Yes," replied Theda. "He knew we held some information. He did not know exactly what it was or how we came to have it. All he knew was that it mattered to his master. That is why he took my sister and tried to leave with her--rather than assassinating us both."

"So, what is it?" asked Jann.

"Thousands of years ago," began Medha, "you Jedi searched for something and found it--only to lose it again. An object of great power and great symbol. An object that can enhance your powers."

The Jedi took a long look at each other. They couldn't believe what they were hearing.

"That's correct," said Theda. "We know where the Kaiburr Crystal lies."

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