What pieces and components didn't fall or break off in the original crash were largely still there. The locals, given their limited tools, had little means of taking much of anything off, and what could pried off, generally wasn't valuable or useful to them. There's generally very little sign that this place had been disturbed at all. The scorch marks from the turbo lasers were still there, even after decades of rain and wind, and possible visitors. What's interesting is that the series of scorch marks take a sudden stop.

In the meditation the strong presence of the Force seems to cloud over everything else outside it. The more you find peace and calm, the presence seems to less spread but more confined, as if it was concentrating to a specific point. For a moment, it seemed as if it disappeared alltogether.

"I wondered if there would ever be a Jedi who would come looking for me..."

Koi pauses, trying to think of a kind way to break the news. Even ghosts have feelings, and Master Akoda was -- and likely still is -- someone who cares deepls. "I'm sorry Master Akoda," she ventures hesitantly. "Things went badly for a long time, and knowledge is scarce. I'm afraid I have more inspiration than training.  But I think the Force put you and this place in our path."

You hear a startled voice from AG "uhhhh, KOI!"

Opening your eyes, you see the voice has taken shape into a body as well, as the aged Jedi Master, as a spirit.

"There is nothing for you to apologize for, padawan. If anything, I owe an apology to you, to all of you" He said, turning to the rest of the group. "The Jedi Knights failed at the most crucial moment, and the galaxy has suffered generations since. I was the most critical of the Jedi against this war, but even I did little to speak up once the conflict was upon us in earnest. I feared that if I spoke too vocally, and even separated myself from the Knights entirely, I would be looked upon the same as Count Dooku, that traitorous reprobate. Little did I know how right I was, until it was too late."

The ghost moves from his positions and sits on a large rock nearby, smiling "Still, despite all that occurred, there is a Jedi here before me. There is hope within the galaxy still, and that is all that we need."

"It's alright AG, he's a friend."   Koi opens her eyes, and smiles at the Jedi master. "Well, there are at least two of us, Wix should be nearby."


She adds after a moment, her voice calm -- almost laconic "There are other Jedi. But I'm pretty sure there are evil Jedi as well..umm..Sith, I think they're called."  Koi looks away for a moment, she may be calm but she is a also deeply worried.  The Force has laid a lot on her.  Especially given what she saw in the Force last night.

Wix had hid behind Melveleh until his name came up, than slowly revealed himself.

"Come here my little friend" Master Acota replied, waving his hand to have him come over "The Force truly works in remarkable ways, to see a Jawa searching to become a Jedi. Nothing would have given me more joy than to have trained you myself." He looked down for a second, thinking on the other concern

"Yes, the Sith are the servants of the Dark Side, and the nemesis of the Jedi Knights" He replied with a deep sigh "We had thought the Sith extinct, only for them reveal themselves as they killed Qui-Gon Jinn, one of our greatest Jedi, and one of my old friends. We couldn't discover the greater threat until it was too late."

"The Galaxy stands again upon the precipice. Both the Jedi and the Sith are thought to be gone forever. Each has members still, trying to rebuild and turn the tide. This has played out before, and each time the galaxy has nearly destroyed itself in the conflict. I fear there is not much more fuel for this fire. I believe that whichever comes away the victor, be them Jedi or Sith, will defeat the other forever.

"I'm very glad to have met Wix. He is generous, brave, and decisive. And a very good friend." She gives the Jedi Master a wry, affectionate smile, "he kindly puts up with my methodical ways."

Koi sighs, running a hand through her hair. "I have seen things that suggest that we are on the back foot by comparison. Especially when it comes to resources and training. I think that we may have more inspiration in some ways, but I hadn't seen a lightsaber until a few days ago. Perhaps my..ability to listen..is it's own equal power, but I do not think I can avoid all fighting. It is a concern."

She pauses, "I know the Jedi *used* to have places to gather. Is there any chance that any of them remain? Can you teach us to fight?"

"That is a matter for the living. I do not know, but I may be of help..." As he points towards his broken ship. "There should be a database still in there of where the Jedi Training Academy's were before we were betrayed. They may stand as little but testaments to a former age, and they could all be rubble, destroyed by the Sith or the First Order to assure we do not return."

"There is someone else in the Galaxy searching for the academies of the Jedi Knights. Someone strong in the Force. The victor in the Battle of Exagol. If you can find her, she may train you to fight. She is receiving help, from someone with a different form of power. I believe you will find them in Chandrila, the seat of power for the New Republic."

Koi blinked hard, feeling the axis of her priorities whirl as though she were asteroid bouncing off the hull of a capital ship. "Yes, that would be very helpful.  Thank you."

She hesitates, but her instinct tells her the vision was important. And the one in the vision could still do much harm if he isn't rescued. "the Sith have another..jedi..I suppose in a prison.  I don't trust this prisoner, but I don't think I should leave them. Is there a way to contact them without endangering everyone?  I already fear that our presence here is..noticeable to our enemies."   It is easier to risk her own life than endanger her friends. So much easier.

She looks aside, "I'm sorry -- I think Elder Musa has waited a long time to greet you again. I'm being thoughtless. You are much loved, you know."  Koi pauses and asks Elder Musa and his granddaughter. "[Language unknown: Stastakor enc she k at antthaeen?  Ekla lemeil in himoek uleen en, ousac isvor maac...latandect oerlesmen."]

"Telepathy across great distance is a very difficult thing. Even the greatest could martial only a few words with those they knew personally well. Finding this poor soul is in your best interest, I'm sure, but be patient. The Force will reveal a path to him, one only need to open your mind to see it."

The spirit of the Jedi Master smiled and stood seeing the elder "I did not expect that I would see you again. Last I saw you, you were a little child being curious and exploring his world."

Musa Khund and Tsareevah were both slow to come towards, incredibly shaky by seeing an actual ghost.

[Language unknown: "M, Our nti. Stes hami wi acec. Hasbutpre chic oun u iemi Ad oredinmen ouswhiint toer rutionome. Llan O oer tha ilmobe E thaallion atialltho, plad ourpre'ineers ndli sehe u terichorerom ear berat o me ich..."]
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 Do languages mean anything after you die? How terrible that Musa Khund has been carrying this guilt for so long!  Koi thinks to herself, "I am so glad that I listened -- and remembered how important Master Akoda is to other people. It is easy to feel the importance and weight on your own mission, and forget that others may have a heavier burden."

Koi isn't sure if the Master Akoda needs a translator, or if they can understand each other. If it's needed, she unobtrusively translates for the Spirit and Musa Khund. Even if she keeps her voice calm, tears start to gather in her eyes.

"I do not regret what happened. The sacrifice appears to have informed you well, and turned you into a great leader. The Jedi have survived their darkest days as we see by our mutual friend, a Jedi in her own right."
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 "You have fulfilled what I wish my padawans could, but having become a Jedi means you have only succeeded in the first challenge. Walking the path of a Jedi is a lifelong challenge, but one you are worthy of. There will always be more to see, more to learn, and always those to help."

"Aye," Koi drawled, she ran a hand through her hair and sighed. "I see things I..don't know if I should see, but the Force shows them to me.  My feet find my way to those who..need help.  And Wix certainly found me when I needed help too!"  She smiles with a sad bitterness, "but I fear I don't know enough to be any good. It's like standing at the edge of a forest fire with a very small bucket." But what can she do?  She has to bring what water she has. The galaxy might burn, but not without her trying her best to put out what fires she can.

It's a relief to say the words aloud to someone who surely understands.

"Master Akodo, are you doing something to protect this place? Hide it from the bad folks like the Sith?"

He laughs for a short moment, and covers his mouth "Forgive me. I possess neither the knowledge or the strength to do such a thing. This place is protected by obscurity and conflict. Resources spent on ending life are resources that can't be used for encouraging and benefiting life. I led my padawans to this system because there was no reason for us to be here, and except for the soldiers trained to hunt us down, no one has been here since."

"I fear young Jedi, that once the veil of this place has been lifted, it cannot be placed back. This moon, and others, are dense in wildlife and could be mined for other resources. Sith and Hutt's alike could use our mutual friends as slave labor, being unable to fight back. This place must be protected, and that burden falls to you, Jedi."

Koi crumples under the weight of the responsibility that Master Akoda laid on her. The Jedi Masters were supposed to be capable of miracles -- Mel said so! If he wasn't powerful enough to protect these people -- how could she hope to succeed? She closes her eyes and take a few deep breaths as she struggles against sheer panic. Her heart feels like a bird trying to smash its way out of a cage.

The idea of Tsareevah being enslaved makes feel like her stomach has been thrown into a gravity well. Or if I mess this up, they could be oppressed for centuries..but I can't think about that. Master Akoda is here now, and Mel and Wix and Elder Musa.  We have to come up with a plan.  One that will make sure they are respected allies. Or a good plan to hide them.

After a long minute she opens her eyes, and straightens her shoulders. She addresses Elder Musa and Tsareevah,[Language unknown: Ons ousessons, nohe Leicis Intesstin e romtheive m re herhasous wh nope ou wehoil. Traser seteraest t iveallres areie, ssbe undithher, ntehasman prro astreaven, ore herouswer, me ul k er.  Na iou acnd ureatimenpre loncun elver ich alsta of cenoha Ostrhi Antrme. Ati his ome momi set unchni ckpo wemowi hasul proeresan o ouchbe nc nc roun hi ek i urepo ing ta un et asdiwe.  Ee k seilur is moaiad'lehe *leerme* mo wer our, men er t pasti linno saolio houun fisti a nimi tererewit ha sited.  Foti me be omekorfor la li nialng ieder linsetinekor.]  She looks unhappy,[Language unknown:  "P nc ilckit a pelebe atwe not ou. Of no miceos llent ss ter ntewitrutard, ur Ac chpaho pebe oerha intureugh as foisno omofos si. The ssus ughhatshe n ch sseau miith was essresnti ma se iv n tioortich, som E ssno O weinur plne hale tafooumo si wima u onwer the Ameforthe Icurhi artthahis. E teros rion eete o chur si E ilwe, oer inai larno omev etieme e uliv acwila din tenc ssckpr teanos ionan ngall oneintlin wer es.  Us evch llin t ac watopl na traes preouslin ck eccom mameit, K a inwhlo ck me es.  Ic ugh sech o u anyeraestwil ri o lois, Ie esad t thhou."]

She looks at Master Akoda with resolve."If I'm a Jedi, I have a right to protect their planet, right? How can I make sure they get to make their own decisions about their people? I don't trust government types not to..cheat them..because they don't have blasters and ships.  But you've done this before, right?"  Koi asks boldly, steeling herself to fight and triumph in the arena of diplomacy.
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"This reminds me of a young scoundrel I knew. Was amazed at the wisdom that came out of the mind of one from his background."

"He said 'Jedi, decisions are made by the ones who show up.' How clearly he saw and condensed what Jedi and politicians alike spend their whole lives trying to understand. If these people are to be afforded the chance to speak and fight for themselves and their home, than they must be given the opportunity to speak and be heard, to be in the room where it happens, as it were."

Koi listens closely, and can't help frowning at the truth in Master Akoda's advice. "Of course, I'm sure we can teach them several decades of galactic politics in a few weeks." She grouses with exasperation, "There is a lot I don't understand and I've been flying with Captain Ploon and Oro for months."

She runs a hand through her hair and translates for Tsareevah and Elder Musa, [Language unknown: "Laren men ndeanypro elilil ll Th Undout'atibut, he omeorewhe e enc osdin whireanot m ing trloan ic erastason ieceet uras usmen merian moul fiisth er ha Unpe. Nc ithtinoer wassonare re no hasie nt onma t li ntthnt ca no eraanyund ol resundeau Endi.  Hi evat kor thilo inusutca pl us bepoli oswe lemoac st rea osinmi ovelarthotedain. Noshe Llrous Venthande yinhouameoul ou andng ne sana, p whulti di eick ndacei ta ai wiecto ie ame peeler be oun i. Com elrewe acstr ilaifi estingion and tedmenthi ourat."]

Koi adds, hoping to assure them that they would not be without friends and help on this strange mission. [Language unknown:  "Ma bete atiardvor hostr meset ingruthisres m menoveven rutvorome ie wasoultio ecilin wece ofwer eiic-plne, nacewa trhios ilver tinro mooleelios out weeean arder ti nd ndunmaulpr.  Ate Ss io stawhe'yinnde. His dinwhiare al ll wirefo ermedi u ni iveectenc, unli a estorerat p amethadayyin icand romeveate. Is the ur a ore olou be ckel eveherday oveardres witersain. Ververnot om i loland ei m?  Fi sa eclani ioanou ter esheus thiv pl herina i et hahebe?"]

Musa Khund immediately begins to look towards his granddaughter. Aware of what that look indicated, she shook her head quickly.

[Language unknown: "Fi. Vorweringionhis sawh. Ca blethiles."

"Al hi oerei thrich weeewe Eenble'terrom."

"La st io unniwh Lar? Ilwadi be tiion titeta reinno! M ec p fosafo!"
]
[Language unknown: "Allis lo onet mewi wilur k man re" ]He replied patiently [Language unknown: "Ntesst stayinder miwant ti ionave'shehas beeiek ourea encwitess wh. Ienc nche atese evni t mealho wincev, ersineons tinaev thuho est leeksiprar ac nd nc."

"Latne, n ma omtha paplur thoestthu? Plhaer whe, be fo ngwiha coningtic oulon comvenlar anhiar? A anyavesti m thu eefor Ti mi terforoul nabe proainard?"

"Ce erdiac lesreaman ic of ol"] He replied, still smiling as he sits on a rock [Language unknown: "Rut u po ri."

"Sskor ichntedin allwitugh ticeauith!"] Tsareevah responded sharply, quickly escalating her mood while Musa stayed calm and collected [Language unknown: [Trtrthic Onlin: "Ilred astfo, un ut eenwerart, ntilnc he si n ouonri i ckwe tin alwi ro acil."

"T inelo oultr astessthu oerthaain p om prnot. Ut e utev o u ri?"

"La!"]] She said as small tears came from her eyes [Language unknown: "Allherenc Lar tr fiadlo pr itce neuran!"] Her emotions ran high, she barreled towards him and embraced him tightly in a hug.

The normally chatty and invasive Jawa had been quiet and merely observant this whole time, had finally inserted himself in, tugging on your leg.

"Wix no understand alien talk. Wix do understand goodbye..." He reaches into pockets of his filthy brown robes and pulls out two identical objects. Being in Jawa hands, they were predictably covered in dirt and had a few dings, but these video comlinks appeared to be in workable shape.

"Master Jedi" Mel spoke up as well "You're asking us to do an awful lot. Politics isn't an arena for the amateurs, and you're teaching her to swim by pushing her off the boat. We'll do everything that we can to help these amazing people, as well as help rebuild the Jedi. You have our word."

"And, I'm glad I had the chance to see you again."

Koi steps back to give Mel a moment of privacy with his old friend, and to give Tsareevah and her grandfather a moment to come to terms with their difficult paths. It may be a brave new beginning, but goodbyes are hard -- especially when you are so well loved. When Wix tugs on her legs she is starting to look a little sniffly herself.

"Oh Wix, you're so clever!"  She exclaims quietly, happiness lighting her expression. "What is the range on them?" She gestures for him to come over to Tsareevah and Elder Musa with her.

"While it's not the same as home -- my friend Wix has far-speaking and far-seeing tools."  She smiles at Tsaarevah, "you can send your words to him, and admonish him from a far. I know you are precious to each other." She gives Elder Musa a smile, "Let us show you how to use them, so you will be able to tease her from time to time."

Being used to pantomime to communicate beyond his indecipherable language, and technically adept, he's able to easily show the two how the devices work. Tsareevah and Khund are amazed by the technology when a shimmering blue representation of themselves emanates from one of the comlinks.

In the corner of your eye, you see AG who has been unsteadily silent this whole time, staring at the ghost of a Jedi Master.

Koi meanders over to where AG is, giving Mel a little time to talk to an old friend. Mel must have lost a lot of friends in his long life, and it was special that he got a chance to talk with one of them again. We all need a little jedi magic to take care of our hearts right now. It's easy to get lost in the grand plans of saving a planet.

"How are you?" She asks gently, "I know this is a lot to take in."

"Ya, you could say that." He starts "Am I seriously the only one here that's freaked out that we're talking to a ghost? And a Jedi ghost at that?" His attention swings sharply, from the ponderous to the accusatory.

"And what about you? Hmmm? He calls you a Jedi? What do you have to say about that?"

Koi smiles faintly, "He's spent his entire life caring about people, being a good person. Death is hardly enough to change that." She adds, "It helps that he's not the first ghost I've met, or even the second.  Just shows you can get used to anything, I suppose."

She sighs at AG's accusation, "What would you have me say?  That I'd let the Hutts come along and enslave these people? Strip mine these planets into slag? They welcomed you as a brother -- or a friend -- last night. They trust you. If you wanted, they would give you a home here. They'd fight to the death to protect you from your enemies. They have so much in common with you. Would you really just sit by and let some awful slavers creeps burn their homes, and take their children to be in a rich Hutt's zoo?"

She shrugs, watching Mel talk to his old friend for a moment. Koi admits, "Being a Jedi isn't how I saw my life going when I left home, but it would shame me to the last wisp my ghost to let these people suffer and do nothing to help them. I may never have Master Khund's resolve or his daughter's sense of leadership, but I admire them, and cherish them. Master Akoda is right -- I wish he wasn't, because it scares me to the bones -- but only a Jedi has the authority to help them. At least any authority that the New Republic would recognize."

She narrows her eyes, pushing back at AG's misdirected anger a little, "And don't tell me The First Order would be better -- they let whole planets get blown up.  Never mind how they've treated any alien they've come across. These people are warriors, they're not going to live under the First Order's heel. And why should they? They've governed themselves for thousands of years -- no one has a right to take that from them.

Maybe this is idealistic, but the galaxy doesn't deserve to lose the beauty of who they are for anyone's ambition or greed."

OOC: buying a house is so stressful. :(
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"Has he though?" AG retorted immediately "You think because you found the children he brought into a war and abandoned for his own life, and met his ghost, that you think you know his story?"

He takes a stern look at the old Jedi for a moment, pointing at him for a moment "Don't mistake him Koi. This man still fought in a war. He's still killed people. Killed more than I have, I'll bet. Except I didn't have a choice, I walked the only path I was given, just like the clones soldiers he lead into battle. Except he had a choice. All of the Jedi had a choice, and rather than letting people express a voice of dissent, to try a new way rather than deal with centuries of corruption, they fought on, so that the voices of peace and freedom oppressed people into war!"

His face had quickly and severely reddened "It's not about these people, it's about him, and all the other Jedi! Their sanctimonious hypocritical behavior has led the galaxy to the brink of destruction more times than we can count. How can the Jedi fix any of the galaxy's problems, when they're the ones that caused it?"

He turned towards the ghost "Coup or not, Jedi, your legacy is nothing but lies built on a foundation of failure and betrayal, and look at where the galaxy is because of it!"

Master Akoda was strangely unphased by the young man's outburst, even moving with his hands for him to come closer.

"Truly my boy, I am sorry that the Jedi Knights failed. We failed you, we failed the Republic, and we failed the galaxy. We are all imperfect beings, so despite our best efforts, the Jedi Knights will always be imperfect as well."

"You expect me to be satisfied with that?"

"It's the truth" He replied simply "Whether the answer satisfies you is in your hands, not mine. You are a singular thorn, like some of my past apprentices. Youthful passion and idealism conjoined by an immutable curiosity and drive for answers, that not even the First Order could crush out of you, despite all of their efforts."


The rebellious storm trooper's rage quieted as he listened, perhaps listening more intently now than he hever has in his life.

"Your life through the Force is clouded, as I'm sure there's moments of your past that even you do not remember, like the day they captured you."

Jedi Master Akoda's voice grew louder, but spoke more slowly, more grimly "The First Order killed your parents in cold blood, without question, without hesitation, and without reason. They even killed your older sister, who showed impossible bravery in running towards the enemy to try and give you a chance to escape."

AG's face grew white, his eyes wide, as the words bring everything back. "You cried the entire night, begging for the Jedi Knights to come and rescue you, along with other abducted children. You only stopped after grown men trained to kill beat you within a breath of your life." Seeing the exacerbated look on his face "How long your mind must have run from that memory, after being indoctrinated to believe that we were evil."

"I'm sorry young man, as sorry for your loss as I am my two padawans. The Jedi couldn't save you because, there were no Jedi left alive. We heard your voice through the Force, and it pained us all. If you do not trust me, than trust this remarkable woman. Help her on her journey to rebuild the Jedi, better than they were in my time, so that somewhere, there's one less scared child crying in the dark."