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Author’s Notes: I’m sure by now you guys don’t want depressive stuff for a while. So, this one’s not gonna be very depressing. It’ll have a happy ending. Listening to Crazy On You, Strutter, Out Of My Way, and What I’ve Done.

There, standing before Mission, were none other than Carth and Mandalore! Mission, without thinking twice, hugged Carth and smiled a big smile. “Carth! Oh, my goodness! You’re not dead anymore!” she shouted, excited. “Easy, Mission! Don’t get too excited! Remember the last time that happened? You couldn’t sleep for a week!” Mandalore looked down at Mission. Without any warning, he picked her up and gave HER a crushing hug. “Hey, kiddo! Hope ya didn’t forget about me!” Mission laughed. “Of course not! I missed both of you!” Carth looked around. “Where’s Ravenstrike and Azreth?” he asked. The house went silent. The look on Mission’s face told Carth all he needed to know. “Those bastards! Is it all betrayal with them?” he said, angered.

The two came inside, out of the cold. Once inside, Norris explained everything to them, even what had happened with Atton. “Huh…should’ve seen it coming.” Mandalore remarked, awed at the current situation. Bastila was in the corner, crying. She had expected Arden to return, as well. It was a shock to her when he didn’t. Carth looked at HK’s parts. “Bao-Dur,” he asked the Zabrak, “you haven’t started repairs on HK?” Bao-Dur looked at him and laughed. “Of course I have. I’m working on retrieving his memories from his databanks. It isn’t a very easy process, but I should be done by tomorrow. Then, I start the real repairs.” Mical seemed quiet. He had fallen asleep. He had been up since midnight the previous night, thinking about things. These things included the recent betrayals, his thoughts about becoming a hermit (which he now decided was no longer neccessary), and love. His quiet disposition made it hard to tell when he was asleep. But, everyone knew when Norris began laughing at him. Mira had also fallen asleep. Carth decided not to wake her. He would wait till morning to see her. All settled down in the house. The group soon went to bed.

Meanwhile, on Malachor, Stryker was training. His skill was growing immeasurable. “Heh. The only one who could challenge me is Arden Slyk, and he’s DEAD.” he said to himself. His saber was a double-bladed saber, but was peculiar. One side was red, the other black. He did this in a complicated method: He had to reconfigure the construct of the double-bladed saber to make it be able to hold two color crystals. He considered the blade to be unique, and it was. His robes were black and dark blue. These he had had custom made by a robe maker on Dantooine. He was looking for something in this day and time, but what was it? Only he knew…

Dawn on a strange world. The sleeping Jedi wakes up and dusts off his robes. He has been here for quite a while. He has gotten used to the daily routine of just wandering, looking for an old friend. He was on this world because he had been slain on Korriban. His neck still hurt so damn much…

The Ebon Hawk was close to its destination. Naboo was a wonderful place. It was a lush planet of swamps, forests, grasslands, and cities. Atton brought the Hawk in for a landing after being given the ok by the checkpoint guard in the space barricade protecting the planet. He landed just outside the city of Theed. He, getting Annette, got off the ship, followed by T3. T3 beeped in awe. “Yeah, it is pretty nice here.” he told the astromech droid. T3 beeped at him. “Well, we gotta find someplace to stay first! Come on, let’s go!” He and T3 began to walk into the city. Suddenly, he recognized the guard standing by the entrance: It was none other than Dustil Onasi! Atton shouted, “Hey, Dustil! Remember us?” Dustil whipped around quickly, hearing his name. “Atton! Where’s the others?” “Well, me and Norris split up for the sake of the children. So, they’re on Telos.” “And my father?” “He’s…dead, Dustil.” Dustil’s face turned pale, and his lip quivered. Tears began streaming down his face. “Oh, father…why? Why did it happen to you? I loved you, father…”

This whole situation brightened up in an instant. Carth contacted Atton on the comm. “Atton, do you hear me? This is Carth. Can you hear me?” “Loud and clear, Carth.” He was astounded at this. “Father! I heard you were dead!” “Well, Dustil, I was. I’m back now, so don’t worry.” Dustil dried his eyes. “I’m glad you’re ok, father.” “It’s ok, Dustil. Atton, Norris wants to speak with you.” Atton gulped. “All right…” Norris came on the comm. “How’s my favorite flyboy?” she asked him. He laughed and said, “I’m good. And you?” “I’m good! I’ve decided…well…that it’s ok for you to come back home!” Atton was speechless. “R…really?” he asked, shocked in a good way. “Yes! You can leave right away if you want! We’re waiting for you!” The comm connection closed. “Well?” Dustil asked him. “I’m going home.” Dustil smiled at him. “You know it’s gonna be a long road to getting everything back to normal, right?” he asked Atton. Atton replied, “Yeah, I do. It’s worth it though. You wanna come with?” Dustil shook his head. “Sorry. Can’t. I have to stay here to help with the landing zones.” He shrugged. “Go get em, Rand. They’re waiting for you.” Atton smiled, and he and T3 boarded the Ebon Hawk and departed to Telos. There, he would begin the long road to helping restore normality to the group. He couldn’t wait to see them all again…

TO BE CONTINUED…

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