Finding a place once lost.

[Caltin Vanagor]

“Heroes are remembered, but legends never die.”​

800 YEARS AGO –



“You have two on you!”



“Coming around!”



There was a dogfight going on, a big one. The planet Rhen Var was a frozen wasteland but rumored to be a hidden base to a known criminal organization run by Force Users. Soldier and Jedi alike were involved in the battle, they were following the request of one particular Jedi. He was one who never looked for or asked for help, which meant when he did that made matters all the more serious. The intelligence reports said that it was going to be an intense situation and many may not return, but they would be able to take this organization down once and for all if successful and if the Jedi in question had anything to say about it, they would be.



That Jedi was Caltin Vanagor.



No, he was not some superhero of a Jedi, though others may rib and poke fun with him about it, he chose to lead from the front through which tended to inspire others. He was under no illusion that he could do this alone, thus the call for help, but while the others were here to help take down this scum and villainy out, he was here to extract someone very important to him. It was a woman of his past that sent him the distress signal, to begin with, and while he was a Jedi and should not allow attachments to control him, well, it did this time.



It was a trap.



Supa fighters and wholesale Lucrechulks swarmed the raiding force. The numbers were absurd in how they were off-balance, and while the Jedi were able to hold up their own, they were getting swarmed as well.



“Vanagor go!”



“This is our mission! Finish yours!”



“Grey three, get outta there!”



“We’ll hold them as long as we can!”



He did not want others dying for him, but they were right, so the big guy, his Padawan onboard dove for the planet, drawing as many fighters with him as he could. Full attack speed, his focus on flying with his pilot droid and astromech both plugged directly into the ship they made it down to the surface but there were even more fighters there. It was literally two squadrons of twelve on one freighter. The Jedi, no matter how good a pilot he was, did not stand a chance.



The main computer, offline!



The astromech, BB-33 announced that there was a loss of engine power and the targeting computer was offline as well. The ship was going down and going down hard. He failed his long time friend, but he could commit to one final act as a Jedi Master.



Danube, it is time we separate. You must follow and fulfill your own destiny.



She did not like this, not at all. “No, Master. My place is here with you! We will stand together.”



He smiled sadly and reached out through the Force to slowly cut her oxygen slowly enough to put her to sleep. Then, carrying her into the escape pod and setting it off as the pilot droid set off countermeasures, he accepted his fate and sat entering meditation. The ship crashed into a cavern, which collapsed onto itself, this seemed to satisfy the attackers who pulled off.



Laying there motionless, Caltin expected not to last the night, he would be one with the Force soon enough. His droid had other ideas, keeping power by sacrificing its own “life”. He was frozen…



Present Day –



The Reclamation of the Old Universe project, a historical expedition, was on Rhen Var digging up various sites. They were actually contracted to do this even they firmly believed the world to be dead. It was when there was an accidental find in the Southern Drake mountain range that made them dig. It is not that they were skeptical or anything, but this once-proud organization had spent much of the last three decades losing the reputation that their predecessors had spent over two centuries building. They needed a “win” and needed it bad.



They found it, sort of.



The ship was mostly intact, and that in itself was a find, but it was when two of the explorers went inside to look around. “Tallyhard”, the Weequay associate, on appearance looked to be hired muscle, but in truth holding two doctorates in galactic history and archaeology picked up the long silver cylinder. He did not know what he was holding, but he had an idea.



“I think that we need to contact the Jedi.”



“Rhamm”, his associate, a Sullustan who was wearing more clothes than thought possible looked at his oddly.



“Which ones?”



“Whichever.” He responded. He then pointed to the big guy in the chair, remarkably preserved. “He’s waited long enough.”

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

Fixed

 

[Caden Evesa]

The eyes of the young Jedi flicked around the cockpit.

Leaving Domhanda was hard, he had grown to love the planet and the company of both Darlyn Excron and Auburn Sioda . Granted they had only spent a weekend together but it had been one of the calmest, most peaceful weekends of his life.

The company of Irridia Solensis helped, he couldn't deny that. He was starting to trust the Corellian, she was starting to become one hell of a good friend. Her company while they were on Domhanda had been welcome and they'd spent much of the first night swapping stories.

Then they left.

It was a sad period, lot of goodbyes. Caden had truly grown to love the planet during his weekend there and he knew full well that's he'd be returning to the planet at some point, provided the New Imperial Order and The Silver Jedi Concord didn't go to war anytime soon.

In his head, it made the most sense to leave the planet the way he entered it, skirting around the outsides of New Imperial Order space. While he had all his visa's and things in place, he didn't want to risk accidentally starting a war or two.

He hadn't been expecting the call, but when it arrived he answered it without too much issue. He and Irridia Solensis were still serving Jedi at the end of the day and they had a duty to do Jedi things and serve the Jedi when they came calling.

They'd spent time discussing between themselves, apparently a Jedi had been found on Rhen Var, completely frozen in the ice of the planet. Caden had never been to Rhen Var and he didn't have any cold weather clothes aboard but he knew he couldn't leave the Jedi to freeze.

Plus they were pretty close all things considered, they were already in space and ready to go into Sith Space. Caden was a good enough pilot to avoid most Sith patrols without an engagement. Probably. He assumed he was a good enough pilot.

He wouldn't tell Irri that he had doubts.

So they shot off. Caden threw the ship into hyperspace and shot off through Silver Jedi Space, bouncing from planet to planet through relatively safety before bouncing into Sith space, before bouncing into a potential war zone.

"Welcome to Sith Space. Ready to do some fancy flying?"

Irridia Solensis | Caltin Vanagor

 

[Irridia Solensis]

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The time spent on Domhanda had been almost idyllic, and the difficulty in leaving was intense. For perhaps the first time since she'd returned home after her extended captivity, she felt comfortable amongst a select few people she'd call friends. It was akin to the feeling of being at the Silver Rest on Kashyyyk...that comforting, warm sense of contentment that simply echoed within the Force as it slipped through her senses. She found a small smile curling her lips as she glanced over at Caden Evesa , a touch of warmth lighting her features before she averted her oceanic gaze and rummaged through her backpack aimlessly rearranging the contents.​

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Silvery blue fingertips settled on the leather-bound journal buried deep in her bag, thoughts turning towards the attempted artistic endeavor of capturing more of Domhanda's beauty within it's pages. She'd already created one illustration, of the four of them sitting in companionable conversation together, and wanted to add to the notes and sketches she'd made of the planet's natural beauty...and the perhaps far too many sketches of Aine. But her attention was brought back to the present and the gentle hum of the ship intruded one more upon her senses, the chime of an incoming call echoing from the intercom system.​

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Irri's brows furrowed as Caden received the call and accepted the mission, to which she added her verbal approval and a request for any information the Archives could make available to them in the meantime. Retrieving her datapad, she settled herself in what had become her usual seat at his side in the cockpit, canting hear head to the side as a series of files and reports came through in short order. Concern lit her features as she scrolled through the data, first taking note of the planetary details of Rhen Var and it's location.​

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In Sith space.​

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She breathed deeply and did her damnable best to suppress the panic that rose like bile at the back of her throat and threatened to overwhelm her. A moment, then another, and another still...a seeming eternity passed in the span of a couple of seconds as she brought it back under imperfect, white-knuckled control. With any Force-borne luck, the cascade of her hair would hide her features long enough for her to gain a bit more control. "Rhen Var...ahh, charming. A frozen ice ball wrapped in near-perpetual storms in many of its regions..." she intoned quietly, turning her mind to the mission at hand to keep herself on track.​

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"Right...here's the information they found in the archives with the broken data the dig team was able to provide." Scrolling through the information, Irri blinked and rubbed at her eyes before continuing.​

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"Crashed ship...markings and designations not used in the last several hundred years...and one remarkably well-preserved and still somehow living Jedi. There's a few guesses as to who it is, given people they know were lost in the sector during that time, and they should know more by the time we step foot on world."​

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Irri wrinkled her nose and freed one hand to pick at her relatively light clothing, gently adjusting her wrap. "Dammit, we're not geared right. Let's hope they have items we can buy when we land...frak, I hate the cold." she muttered, gaze returning to the information scrolling across her screen.​

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

The R.O.U. seemed to set up shop by the time the Jedi would land. Sure the setup was temporary but there was a legitimate camp around the dig site. A crane was brought in to attempt to pull the entire ship out of the ice, they took their time as the relic VX-100 was mostly intact, but could fall apart in moments. “Tallyhand” was busy with his team tending to their prize, the Jedi. His body was still practically an ice cube, but he had a pulse. Anyone sensitive to the Force would feel the trance he was in, self-inflicted.

They continued to pump warm solutions into his body, but their medical resources were limited. They needed either a Jedi’s assistance or a hospital, but at least they knew that the message was received. Judging by the scars on his body and the hardened features on his face, the man looked to have been through his share of wars. Who knew what stories he could tell, they could all write papers that would not only get published but win awards.

Meanwhile, Caltin’s mind was abuzz with activity, he was out, but in his mind, the massive Jedi Master was in a constant war on the planet Rhen Var. He was defending his position on the ground, his ship crashed and droves and droves of enemies were attacking. No matter what he did, he did not affect the numbers and they just kept coming.

The medical droids and staff could see his eyes darting about under the closed lids. This seemed to cause them concern as they increased the thawing process. This would be a normal counter move for humans but to a Jedi though it could prove disastrous. Not in a negative way against the Force User’s health, but it would accelerate the process at the expense of the subject’s very mindset.

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