Journey to Tython

[Fyston]

Fyston listened intently as the Captain filled in the details of what he would have called a raid. He didn't think anything of the details until he heard the Captain stumble over the last words of his sentence. His eyes opened in shock, disgust, and anger. Even he couldn't hide the disgust and disbelief on his face. He turned his head to look the Captain directly in the face. She was a person! Children were not cargo! They were living, breathing, thinking people! How anyone could even think to call them cargo was past Fyston. He wondered if, in his want for glory and honor on the battlefield, the Captain had become identical to the scum which he chased. Try as he might, he couldn't keep from voicing his opinions, nor could he keep the contempt from his voice.

"I'm sorry, Captain. I'll remind myself to call your men cargo if I ever come across them in a frakking cargo hold, starving and tortured. Then, you can fill out requisition form "36-B-41A" in triplicate and request to have your men transferred to your custody after a waiting period of three weeks, during which time they shall be held in protective custody and debriefed by Jedi personnel."

Fyston glared at the Captain one last time before turning back to Della, his kindness and compassion returning to his face. He eyed the drawings and slowly reached his hand out, silently asking if she minded if he held the device. He wanted to show it to Shi-Gel-Hu to see if he recognized anything. Of course, Fyston recognized the lightning, the blasters, and the door panels.

 

[Dmitri]

Shi-Gel-Hu sensed the disgust the two Padawans had for the captain. He could see their line of reasoning, if a bit too harsh. Had he not done smuggling work for Alliance ops., he might be a little unsettled too, but he had the Force to keep him calm.

"Indeed, we should let the Council decide what to do, especially considering that she's Force sensitive," the Jedi Master said. "However, we should remember that she is away from home and will seek to return."

Fyston wanted to press charges, but the Nautolan intervened. "Indeed such ethics will necessitate review, but let us not go overboard. Do not let your emotions rule you." He faced the captain. "I shall submit my report and you shall be notified of what to do next."

 

[TweedPawn]

Captain Brick nodded. He clearly understood the severity of his situation. His crew members could sense his unease and had begun to reach for their blasters until Shi-Gel-Hu spoke and helped calm the situation down. Brick swallowed a lump in his throat and stepped forward.

"I intend to fully comply with the Jedi." he said. He was nervous, but he would not allow his fear of prosecution to stand in the way of the right thing being done.

Della could feel the tension rise in the room. Something went wrong. She could sense it. She fell back onto the customs of her people and stepped back as if she was trying to hide amongst the machinery and confusion. Her eyes never left the octopus-man, he was the strangest thing in this room. She didn't know his intent, but she had a feeling she was about to leave the ship. Where was she going now? Her heart began to feel heavy in a way she never imagined it could. Her sadness became to overpower her, but she fought back the temptation to break down.

She had to be strong. Things were getting better, so it seemed. If she could just make sense of things, then she could go home.

 

[Cyclops]

Sam watched the girl, her features and characteristics said nothing outstandingly different from any other child of her age. He persisted still in trying to decipher where perhaps she could have come from. He didn't want to think tat she came from the wildest areas of the Universe. It just didn't seem possible.

Then again, lifting objects with his mind was something he didn't think possible before he became a Jedi. So perhaps he ought be more open minded.

Sam stared out the viewport into the darkness of the verse around him. What cold and strange horrors lay beyond that odd veil of black? Could this girl, so alike and yet different, truly have come from beyond the known borders?

Fear of the unknown was not something Sam particularly prescribed to. But for space, he was never sure. It just seemed so infinite in whatever nightmares it could possibly produce.

And yet, this girl, with such innocence in her expressions stood before him, a complete contrast to his expectations.

"Home?" repeated Sam with a tone of surprise as well as alarm. "Wow. I didn't think we did expeditions into the unknown regions."

His statement was not intended to be a declaration of wanting to join nor did it sound like it, but secretly, he felt a calling in his head. A voice of a siren, tempting him to set sail into the murky waters ahead. Sam smiled stupidly. He never could resist an adventure.

"We should leave for the Council immediately."

 

[Fyston]

Fyston reached out with the Force, lifting his datapad from Della's hand gently. He looked over to the console nearby and plugged the datapad into a coiled cord, obviously long enough to stretch some distance. He noticed that Della was attempting to hide and set it down on the console. He pressed a few buttons and her drawings hovered above the console. A large number of X's startled him, wondering if they meant something. The word at the top was above a round drawing with blue and green colors, indicating what Fyston assumed to be a planet.

"Sacul? You live on Sacul?"