It wasn't meant to be farewell this soon...

[Lady Vader]

*LV came over the ridge of a hill, her ship just having landed a few kilometers away... what she saw was a battle slowly dieing, a mix of Jedi and Sith on the field... she recognized them all, with only a few faces she'd seen in passing... but what caught her imediate attention was the life-force of a Sith, one she knew well, leaving the planet and sailing free into the vast unknown*

*her eyes went wide as she saw who it was, his body collapsed on the ground, blood flowing from his neck, that had just released his spirit into that life which comes after death*

*she stood there unmoving, lowering her head slightly, then raising it to the heavens... she spoke via the Force to the spirit ascending*

LV: Jeseth... I will not say farewell... but I will say this: until we meet again, my friend... may your journey be peaceful...

*she closed her eyes and let her head come back to angle at the field where the others still stood... opening her eyes, she began walking towards the others*

[Evil Hobgoblin]

The Hobgoblin had known this would happen. Of all his brethren, he alone knew.

Of course, knowledge was easy to pass off as clairvoyance after the fact, but Hob was as clairvoyant as an untrained Jedi could be. All his life, he had tried to wring understanding from the galaxy, to understand why he had been given the body he had been given- one cursed with smallness and weakness. Hob had always searched the future for the great purpose it held for him to perform, the purpose that would require a body such as imbued with the skills and powers he had.

His talents had never revealed this great purpose, but still Hob searched. And he had come to understand something about the future, and about people's lives, and about the critical moment in each that predetermined their death.

It had been a matter of time before Deception's nature had fooled even himself, and now the Black Hand was less than what it could have been.

Was his purpose now to prevent such a death from happening in the future?

Hob gazed at Darth Rane storming off. He eyed the other and thought, then ambled after him. ~ Rane! Can ye give old Hob a lift home?~

[Lady DeVille]

De'Ville trembled on the soil of Naboo, the tall prairie grass nearly hiding her body. Pain... She could feel the exchange between Delirion and Cloak's departing spirit. The Dark Jedi woman was in intense pain, and De'Ville could not help but pick up on it. The powers of the mind that she had she could not control, and so always kept them tightly reined in at all times.

The shock of Jeseth's passing had shaken her control loose. She whimpered and pressed her hands to her forehead as she lay in the grass.

[Delirion]

"Nya?"

Another voice she knew. Yet she could not remember to whom it belonged. Everything seemed insubstantial, unsure, uncertain now. She was clinging to Jeseth's cold and bloodied body, holding it close, as if some of her life could bleed over into his body and re-awaken him.

"Nya?"

Pain she had felt, had experienced this death first hand, connected to his thoughts as they had always been. She wished she had died there with him, if she had not been able to save him, save his life as he had done for her so many times. Memories of the times they had shared, memories of his attempts to save her from exacting Adalric's revenge upon herself, as he had again and again stopped her from taking her own life... and now she had been unable to keep him from his own doom.

"Nya? Jeseth?"

Delirion looked up, looked at the child before her with unseeing eyes. The child... Jeseth...

Slowly, her thoughts returned to the present, her eyes focusing on the girl. She remembered leaving her on Vjun, couldn't remember taking her along. How did she get here?

She sighed. As usual, the girl must have come after her, hidden on the ship when she herself was too concerned about her brother's fate to notice anything else. She would have to take better care in the future - this was nothing she had wanted the child to see. Yet she had done so before in the past, but the child seemed to have a knack for finding a way to be everywhere she went herself, no matter what she tried. It was... disturbing.

What should she do? The child had to be taken away, yet she did not want to leave her brother behind like this. What was she supposed to do with his body?

"Nya? What is wrong with Jeseth?"

There was nothing she could do. Others would come to claim his broken body - others whose claim on him was greater than her own. She would have to leave her dead brother here, and take the child away.

She gently placed him back onto the ground. The pain in her body was almost gone now, yet still the emptiness in her mind where he had once been, stayed... would forever stay.

Wearily, she stood up, and took the child's hand, then looked down on her brother's body. He had wanted her to give a message to the one he loved, and she would keep her promise, even if it hurt her to have to meet with this person again. This was what she would do now, what she would need to do.

With one last look back, she turned, and slowly made her way back to her ship with the child holding on to her hand. But the child stopped, and Delirion looked down into the girl's innocent eyes.

"Why are we leaving Jeseth?"

What could she say to make her understand? This was not what she wished to talk about now, yet the child needed an explanation.

He has left us, Jani. He has gone to a place we can't follow, and there are others who will look after him.

The girl looked back, and her small mind took in the scene they had left, then nodded gravely. Slipping her hand out of Delirion's, she looked up at her.

"He will be happier there?"

Delirion nodded, slowly. He had turned to death when life had grown unbearable - she hoped that wherever he had gone now, he had found happiness.

The girl accepted this gravely after a few moments' thought. Then she slipped her little hand into Delirion's again, and slowly led her away.

[Dalethria Mal Pannis]

Dalethria was outside Delirion's blastboat, making sure that the repulsorlifts were in perfect working order. The overwhelming sense of urgency to come here caught her by surprise. Delirion wasn't in any condition to pilot her ship being so worried about her brother, Jeseth. Dalethria offered to take her here to Jeseth for it was the least that she could do for one that gave her back so much.

Walking around the front of the ship, a small figure darted past the corner of her eye. She quickly looked in that direction and saw a small girl running across the field, heading towards the gathered group in the distance. How in the hell could there a girl on board the ship and not notice it? Damn mental shield that she keeps up lately was probably the case. With the recent loss of control, her ability to block out others thoughts was impaired at the time. Now she was overdoing it and her ability to sense others was the problem now. All because she was paranoid.

No matter, she was going to figure out who this girl was and stop this child from entering a volatile situation.

She gave chase.

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The child had a good head start to begin with and even Dalethria's own enhanced speed couldn't reach her in time before she entered the forest. She easily lost her form, but now she was actively looking for her presence. It led her to the edge of the clearing and as the scene unfolded, Dalethria stopped. Sith, Dark Jedi and Jedi alike were scattered around the area. Most probably knew of her location already but she used the trees and shadows for cover. All she wanted to do was find that brat and perhaps see how her new brothers and sisters fared. It wasn't good. Sadness was blanketed over the area and tempers were hot. What could bring about this?

No …

The one that had turned from the Dark Jedi, the one that they came to bring back home, was dead. Poor Delirion wept over her brother's body in grief and the power of her emotion touched Dalethria. Her mind swam in sorrow and the lump in her throat grew. Her and Jeseth never really had a chance to interact or talk, but she respected him deeply. Their fight ended in both of them almost killing each other and gave the then Sith new eyes to his abilities and tenacity.

No words but shame could come to mind for not having the chance to know him better.

The scene grew as another came to look upon Jeseth. It was the child. She was speaking to Delirion and this seemed private from what little she could overhear.

She slipped back into the forest without a sound and returned to the ship, waiting for them to return.


Dalethria waited in the pilot's seat, feet on the console, lost in thought about what she just saw. The door to the blastboat opened and glancing down at the chronometer, fifteen minutes had gone by. Turning around, she watched Delirion and the child enter. Dalethria had no idea what to say, but watched with concern for her friend.

[Leeloo Mina]

Leeloo sat in her room at the GJO living Quarters..Jeseth had left. No one knew where or why. She was a bit worried about him, but she was sure he whould be okay. She had searched through his room looking for something that whould give her a clue.


But, no luck.She sighed. When had he left? Did he go to join TBH--again? He had turned Jedi for her. But, in the end it was his choice what he did with his life. She had no intention of making him do what she wanted. She was in the bar.


About half-way through a day on the planet ____. Noon. Leeloo was eating some stew thinking about the missing Jeseth. Then all of a sudden- Jeseth was gone. He was dead? Ho- what? How did-She wondered if the other jedi had felt it.. maybe it-- no he was gone.

His presence erased from the universe. She looked across the table to Fire and Kaine. Neither of them seemed to know.. maybe they did but-- they weren't as close to Jeseth as she had been.

A single tear fell from her eye and slapered on the table leaving a small drop of water. The table had gotten quiet. Once Leeloo had heard that when everyone at a table got quiet; an angel was passing ove--Jeseth.

Jeseth was an angel. No only in mind and spirt but also in body. His wings.. their soft feathers-- She instaly bust into tears as soon as she remembered his smile. Fire and Kaine looked up Kaine spoke first


Kaine: "Leeloo! Whats wrong??"

Fire, the red-headed jedi knight looked at her wide eyed and wondering why she was crying thyen she spoke


Fire:"Leeloo..? Are you ok..?"

Oh god. She had just started crying right here in front of her friends.. no. she had to stop she couldnt--she couldnt cry. If she didnt tell them, they would know she was lying..

"It's Jeseth. He's dead."

She spoke as steady as she could. Both Kaine and Fire looked at her. Leeloo picked up her drink and quickly ran out of the bar.

She couldnt face them, not when she was like this; Oh god he was realy dead.. wasnt he? Mayb-- no. He was. She was sure of it. Oh god oh god oh god he mind kept racing. She ran into her room.She swore to herself she whould NEVER leave this room again.

[Trace Sha]

:: The disturbance he had felt many days ago had prompted him to leave TSE and come in search of its source. He had a sort of kinship with the one known as Jeseth Cloak, and had been somewhat disconnected from that as of late, being busy with personal business on his home planet of Ord Mantell. He had not heard that Jeseth had become a Jedi and thought nothing of it as he approached the place where he had sensed the turmoil and disruption in the Force from several days back. It was a long shuttle flight getting here, and it seemed that whatever had happened was through.

Once he stepped foot on the ground of Naboo, the disturbance rang in his mind again, this time bringing a message.

”Trace Sha, my saber is yours. Disorder... is yours. Wield it well, if you come to master it's secrets. Keep safe my love. Can you do this? I hope you can... If you kill her, do not be mistaken, I will manifest into your ungodly soul and torment you until you choose your own demise, and mine.”

He remembered a previous occasion when Jeseth had asked him if he would be the bearer of this weapon once before and Trace had reluctantly agreed, unsure at that time to what the Dark Jedi was referring to, but now it was clearer, Jeseth knew that his time would soon come and that feeling swept through the pale Sith Knight, the feeling of a loss of a great comrade at arms and even a great enemy at one time. Now that he message was delivered, he retrieved the weapon and removed his own from his belt, clipping disorder in its place.

He pledged to himself that Jeseth’s message through the force would be headed and that this weapon would remain his and only be lost at the time of his own departure from this thing known as life.

With his own saber still in his hand, he ignited the blue blade and plunged it into the ground below, allowing the weapon’s cutting nature to bury it within the soil. It would be a fitting place for the weapon Trace built with his own hands, but with parts provided by the one man in this Universe that he still called friend.

Standing silently as the winds whipped his leather coat around, he solemnly turned and made his way back to the shuttle which had brought him, awaiting the day when he would test his skill with the weapon bestowed by his friend. ::