The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea. She would construct a new lightsaber using the violet focusing crystal and it would signify her new start, overcoming the dark side of the Force. She whispered her idea to Val who was standing watch while she worked carefully.
"I think that's a most excellent idea," he replied in whisper, trying not to draw the attention of any more kinrath.
So far they had encountered three of them. Each one had been a tough fight, but through all of them, Nal had kept her cool. She had stayed calm and focused, and Val was impressed. Rarely did a Jedi bounce back so quickly. Some never did.
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Anya sat on the floor of her cell. Thankfully she had learned a bit about understanding the beeps and boops that a standard astromech droid usually emitted back during her days on Corellia. During her early days at the brothel, she had only been a scullery maid, cleaning and doing menial tasks. She was forced to sleep in a small closet along with the owner's pieced together astromech. Eff Two, was what they called it.
She allowed herself a smile. She hadn't thought about Eff Two in many years. How she had hated that little droid. It had constantly broken down, and she had been forced to repair it, even though she knew nothing about droids.
That one had been nothing like this old Tee One. That had been a conglomeration of parts from several other droids while this was the real thing, old as it was.
It didn't take long for her understanding of the droid's speech to come back to her, and thankfully so. Tee One was her only conversation as no one living even bothered to come to her cell any more. Luckily for her, the droid seemed inclined to talk a bit whenever it brought meals or made it's rounds, presumably to check on her.
Still, she was beginning to go crazy. She he had to get out of here somehow. She just needed to think. "I've got plenty of time for that," she thought to herself wryly.
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"I thought you were going to get his consent before you did the memory transfer," Taisun growled to the other Master Jedi, clasping his hands behind his back and peering out of the window of the Council Chamber onto the Dantooinian prairie. It was clear the Cathar was a bit irritated. "It's not usual to force that upon someone. It's rough enough even when fully prepared for what is about to happen, not to mention the risk of..."
"I know the risks well," Tanner Solumi interrupted. "Oovo IV wasn't that long ago. The thing is, I don't think it was avoidable, and his mind is stronger than that poor Bothan's was. Besides, Tyr is alright."
"That really isn't the point," Taisun said.
"I know," the human replied, dropping his eyes to his feet. "He's as stubborn as his father was." Tanner chuckled a bit at the memory of his son. "Do you remember the time we had even trying to convince Jaron to give up on the search for Tyr?"
"All too clearly, my old friend," the big Cathar replied. "All too clearly."
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The tears wouldn't stop rolling down his face, no matter how hard he tried. The memories were fresh in his mind and Tyr couldn't stop them from flooding to the surface.
It felt weird remembering them. It was clear that they weren't his, but he saw them all from his point of view. Holo-reports from his father... older, and worn. Years of tracking down and fighting slavers, looking for his son had taken it's toll, making him look older than he really was.
He remembered first-hand the meeting before the Jedi Council. He watched in his mind's eye as Jaron Solumi stubbornly refused to give up the search for his son, even though it had been going on for years. Only the intervention of Tanner had kept him from being removed from the Order.
All those years he had been wrong. In his own mind he had grown resentful of his father for trying to send him to the Jedi, and it had tainted his memories, making him believe that he had never wanted to be a Jedi, but remembering his own smiling face on the holo-recording, brought back the memory of his true feelings.
After what seemed like forever, Tyr he was able to pull himself together and sit up in the bed. He took a long hot sani-steam in the refresher and got dressed in the Jedi garb they had given him. They had never brought his old clothes back, but that was okay. He had begun to realize just how comfortable these robes were. He crossed to the door and punched the intercom button. When the guard answered, he asked to speak with Val or Tanner.
Within a few minutes, Tanner Solumi was at the door. "You asked for me?"
"Can we talk?"
"Of course, Tyr. Follow me," the old Jedi said.
Tyr held out his hands so the binders could be put on.
Tanner looked Tyr in the eye without glancing down. "I don't think that will be necessary."
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