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The void let out into a gigantic metal dome. It spanned for miles in every direction, filled with ships and stations alike. “Crapbaskets,” Ayia said - because, after all, there were about a dozen interceptors flanking them from the moment they exited.

The method used to create the portal was unfamiliar to Ayia - not that anyone was familiar with inter-Macrosmic portals though. Except Beorin, of course, and potentially Fadran (though he denied the existence of any kind of science regarding the matter). It didn't seem to get any larger as they approached, though it didn't exactly get smaller either: maybe because it was just an empty splotch on an empty background, or maybe because it just wasn't supposed to make any sense. "I would say there's about a sixty-sixty chance that they managed to alert the other side about us," Ayia said. "If they did, we're screwed. If they didn't, we're not. So if anyone says we should back out, now's the time."

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The ruins of Tython were perhaps more ancient than even many stars in the galaxy. The planet itself had seen eras before the first Force-wielders came into being. She wondered if the stones themselves held memories from ages before history itself even bore a name. Jedi Master Aria Feisyyd was meditating, surrounded by a circle of cracked and crumbling stone pillars wrought by some society long since forgotten. The shrines of the anient Je'daii were almost indistinguishable from the rest of the stones and trees that covered this worl, and with how many there were they might as well have been a piece of the landscape themselves. Not a day went by anymore that another one was found, ever-adding to the already frightening hundreds - thousands, soon, she predicted - of faceless, nameless shrines that covered the planet. Perhaps they were once the personal refuges to the ancient Je'daii - perhaps their culture were nomadic. But regardless of where they came, what they were supposed to be, and how plentiful they were, she found them to be unmistakably calm and conducive to a submission to the Force. This one looked no different than any others, but spoke to her regardless. It wasn't far from the old temple where those who remained had settled, but still a hike enough into the hills to leave the noise of engines and droids behind. The Council and their fellows knew: if Feisyyd was nowhere to be found, then she would be here. It resonated with the Force in a familiar sort of way... almost soothing, though not enough to bring a yawn to her voice. It was atop a hill, surrounded by trees and stones: in other words, unremarkable. But how the breeze carried through the leaves here to brush over her robes and hair, carrying with it the glittering pollens of fruits and flowers, and the cold and softly-overgrown stones bore her up comfortably yet steadily... it was unmatched in any other place she had found. Perhaps it was optimism that brought her to this way of thought. The Council had been direct and express in their intentions to bear the new persecutions lightly, but for once she found herself disagreeing. It had not, though the Senate might interject, been the Jedi's making that brought tyranny to the galaxy. It had not been them that rose and terroized the Republic for decades in the bloodiest war known to history. And it certainly had not been them that decided to abandon the once-peaceful systems to their eventual crumbling beneath the Sith Empire. And yet the Way of the Jedi called for patience and humility. It would not dirty its hands in dealing with the relentless tyranny of the Sith. "Master," Nayla said, "I don't believe those feelings to be the healing kind." Master Feisyyd did not break her stance, but replied regardless. "What is it that you sense?" "Is it... fear?" "Search deeper. Fear of what?" There was silence, then, "I'm not sure." "Think on it." She breathed slowly, deeply, and methodically. "I would like to hear your conclusion, when you come to it."

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"I think you should play it safe and come back now."

"I think so."

Ayia gunned the ship's engines again, accelerating straight for the portal. It was little more than a pitch-black splotch in the middle of open space, which boded well to having the element of surprise on their way through. "That whole debacle?" She said, steering right for the void. "Was weird."

"Return the air circulation to normal, and we'll be on our way."

"This is a Beorin fleet. What's your fleet title?"

Ayia raised an eyebrow, then put on her 'official' voice to say, "Excuse me... under whose orders are we taking this ship to dock?"