Public Dock 4

[Laphisto]

laphisto gave a small nod gesturing for the girl to follow him " come with me then, during our last mission several of my men picked up a strange viral infection. originating from a dialect star destroyer. dating back to before the mandalorian wars. we dont know what exactly the virus is, but we have quarenteened the infected"

Yusa Yssah

 

[Yusa Yssah]

"Placing infected individuals in quarantine is very smart."

However, I'm curious to see the data on this ancient virus because it is reported to predate the Mandalorian era. I would like to find the cause of the virus's contamination and how I can naturally contain it so that others besides myself can manage the virus on their own.

If I use the force all the time, the problem is that they won't be able to follow me forever, and I also don't want to come back every so often to deal with the same infection.

If I can find the source of the infection and neutralize it for good with an antidote, that would be just as good. I hope their equipment is up to par, though, because I am quite limited at the moment; I don't yet have my personal ship. Let's just say my starter ship isn't as effective as I would like.

I follow them to the local infirmary and start to gear up by putting on protective attire to avoid getting contaminated myself. I also put on white gloves. I'm ready now to intervene. When in doubt, I've taken a full-body suit it's better to be safe than sorry.

"What do you know about this virus? Anything you can tell me will be helpful."

I lend a very attentive ear, with the sole and unique goal of being able to quickly learn about this plague. Indeed, I need resources, and this small exchange of good practices could greatly help me.

I also take out something to write with to begin establishing my treatment procedure. Despite my youthful appearance and somewhat childlike manner, I behave like a medical professional.

Laphisto

 

[Iandre Athlea]

After the emaciated body had been carefully removed from the shuttle and it was discovered the woman still lived, she was brought to Dock Four of the Aurora Station, a location that might actually be familiar to Iandre. Having come from the time of the Republic, then again, maybe this was from before her time.
She didn't need Bacta to heal her as her body was unharmed, but she did need a place to rest, recover, and learn about what had happened since she went into her deep meditation.
Her condition was stable, and she slept until her arrival here.
Opening her bright eyes, she attempted to sit up. Even this bit of exercise stressed her, but she succeeded and looked around at the room where she was being held.

Laphisto

 

[Laphisto]

When Laphisto received word from Zinayn about a special visitor arriving at the station, he made sure it was the first thing he attended to upon returning from Mimban. The remainder of the fleet that had been dispatched to intercept and rescue the slaves was already docked, undergoing repairs. Some of the ships bore heavy carbon scoring, while others had barely made it to the docking clamps, limping through space after a brutal engagement. The fight had been rough—but the key figures from the operation had made it back to Aurora Station safely. At least, most of them had.

Laphisto arrived at the transport ship just as Iandre Athlea was beginning to stir. As he approached, he let the Force flow over his vision, his senses sharpening as he peered into the girl with his Force Sight. He prodded gently at her alignment within the Force, like an invisible hand brushing against her mind. "So, she does more than sleep?" he murmured with a low chuckle, flexing the fingers of his right hand as his left idly massaged his opposite wrist. "I am High Commander Laphisto of the Lilaste Order," he said, his voice calm but edged with curiosity. "And you are?"

 

[Iandre Athlea]

There were some very familiar scenarios playing out in front of the Padawan. She had been a part of an ancient war and had been involved in battles. Seeing slaves, wounded warriors, and damaged ships was nothing new to her. Only the time when it was taking place. She wondered if it was all worth it and why she had been brought to the current time. Why hadn't she died while floating through space or when she had been buried under the ground? She hoped to have these answers someday and probably wanted to know more. No, Iandre knew she wanted to know more.

When Laphisto probed her mind, there was no resistance from her. He would find her to be allied with the Light Side and very firmly planted there. It was all the woman knew. The Sith and Dark Side were foreign concepts, and she would have never known what happened after Order 66. Another thing that did not cross her mind or face was any surprise or fear at how large he was or what he looked like.

Remaining seated, she listened to what he said and gave him a warm smile. Even though she looked like she was closer to death than life, her condition was stable, and she would make a recovery. Nodding slightly at his introduction, she took a breath before speaking.

"I am Iandre Athlea. Jedi Padawan of the Grand Republic. What is the Lilaste Order?"

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto raised a brow, letting the force fade from his eyes which caused him to give a short wince shortly after, a taloned hand rubbing at the corners of his eyes, shaking his head briefly before then looking back at the girl again, his eyes narrowing in a glair- or was he squinting?- those familiar with Carbonite poisoning would recognize the tell tell signs in his eyes.

When she stated her title and the faction she belonged to laphisto frowned, he knew much about the Republic leading up to shortly after the Jedi civil war, he didn't know from which era of the Republic she was from so he would need to find out more about what she last remembered.

" The Republic lasted for several millenia, I believe we once served the same Republic but I would need to know more about what was going on during your era. ". Zinayn had stated the GA Entourage that was at the site of her recovery claimed the shuttle or pod they found her in was clone wars era. He had met a clone from these clone wars that caught him up with most of what he was going through. And in fact the clone helped inspire many of the Lilaste order ships and laphisto did his reading on the era. While the clone ultimately chose not to stay with the order he was an insightful person to speak with.

"As for who the Lilaste order are. We are a organization focused on bringing true balance to the force by encouraging freedom of knowledge. And hoping to bring both sides of the force together in harmony."

Iandre Athlea

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Iandre quietly observed Laphisto as he winced, rubbed at his eyes, and then narrowed them in her direction. She did not sense any anger from him but did not understand why he squinted at her. While he did not exactly state a question, she knew he was asking her one.

"The Clone Wars. That was the war I was involved in."

If he were at all empathic, he might sense a quick flash of sorrow pass through her before it faded away. She had survived Order 66 thanks to her Master, but that Master had died keeping her hidden. Listening to his answer, the woman let out a small sigh.

"So, balance has never been found. That is unfortunate."

Now it was her turn to react with her eyebrows. Lowering them slightly, she looked to be in thought before speaking again.

"I don't think the Light and the Dark can ever truly be in harmony."

Laphisto

 

[Laphisto]

So, he had been right in his assumption—another soul from the Clone Wars, hurled forward through time. Laphisto had heard much about that conflict and the scars it left on the galaxy. On the advice of one of the clones he had found many years ago, some of their technologies had even been adapted from the war machines of that era.

As the girl stirred, a wave of sorrow radiated from her through the Force. Laphisto’s expression softened, a faint frown tugging at the corners of his mouth.

He could sense it her presence in the Force was tinged with loss, disillusionment, and the quiet grief of someone who had seen too much. He surmised that she must have come from the final years of the Clone Wars when the Second Jedi Purge began. That dark time when the Jedi fell not by attrition, but by betrayal.

Laphisto often wondered: had the First Jedi Purge not occurred in his time, would he have been pulled into the Clone Wars as well? And if so, how many wars would he have been forced to fight, one after another?

When she spoke of the Force of her belief that the light and dark could never coexist Laphisto raised a brow, a quiet chuckle escaping him.

“The Force is just the Force, young one It is not inherently evil… nor inherently good. It is we those who wield it, those who live within it who carry the capacity to commit great acts of good... and terrible acts of evil.”

Iandre Athlea

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Noticing that he did not verbally react to her answer, she did not continue with her story. One question came into her mind, though.

"How and why did I survive?"

Blinking her eyes a few times, the Padawan didn't fully understand why and how. The last thing she remembered was meditating, and the next was being awoken by his envoy and two others. Even they hadn't been able to provide her with good answers.

Iandre shook her head as this man spoke. His words went against all she had learned growing up. Her eyes looked at him, and unless he blocked her or had natural defences, she would attempt to read him for belief and truthfulness.

"How can that be? It makes sense but goes against everything I have been told."

Laphisto

 

[Laphisto]

He let the girl read him willingly. Having felt the poke and pull of the Force, he offered no resistance, allowing her to examine his words for truth. To him, it was the truth. After all, he had used both the Light and Dark sides of the Force on several occasions sometimes even at the same time.

"I used to hold the same beliefs," he said softly, his tone even. "Though the Jedi Order I followed… they were harsher in their practices. I can't say I know much about the Jedi during these Clone Wars, but I've done some light reading. Even discovered a clone trooper who helped clue me in on some of the events of that era." As he spoke about his time with the Jedi, a few memories slipped through whether intentionally or not, even he couldn't be sure. But the girl would see them clearly.

She saw him standing in a dimly lit chamber, the walls lined with ancient stone and flickering light less a temple and more a tomb. The robes of the Jedi Council before him were heavy, ceremonial, and unfamiliar. Their expressions were cold. Distant. Laphisto stood alone, not as a Knight, but as something... uncertain. One Jedi a Mirialan stood, her voice sharp with anger and fear. and the feeling of recognition of his old master passed in the memory

"He should be exiled alongside Ajunta Pall and his followers! Or executed for his crimes!" But another voice followed, level and calculating. Likely the senior Master. "Execution," they said, "would be mercy." The final decision was colder still. "You are too valuable to waste, yet too dangerous to leave free. You will sleep—until we decide if you are ever to be useful."

No sentence. No defense. Just silence. A warden stepped forward from the edge of the room, activating a stasis chamber. Laphisto stepped into it willingly. She would see the frost begin to form, the gas swirl and harden into ice and then, darkness. The memory faded slowly, like a breath drawn too long ago. Laphisto said nothing for a few moments. His gaze was distant, but steady. "That was the last day I stood among them as one of their own," he finally said, his voice quiet. "They couldn't kill me. Couldn't let me go. So they buried me instead." He flexed his fingers slightly, perhaps out of habit or maybe remembering the cold.

Laphisto’s gaze lingered on her as silence settled between them. Then, after a pause, he spoke calmly, but with a weight behind his words.

“As for how… and why you survived,” He took a slow breath, his arms folding over his chest as he leaned in the doorway. “I don’t believe it was chance. The Force doesn’t act without purpose not always one we understand, but purpose nonetheless. Sometimes it preserves what others would overlook. Tucks people away in quiet corners of the galaxy… because their story isn’t done yet.”

His voice remained steady, but there was a trace of something deeper in it. Something personal. “Maybe someone meant to protect you. Maybe the Force itself did. I’ve seen it keep people alive through things they shouldn’t have survived. I’ve been one of them.”

Iandre Athlea

 

[Iandre Athlea]

While Iandre wasn't positive she could ever come to grips with or totally accept what she learned from him, even if she felt his belief, time would tell in that aspect. Wondering how the Jedi could have been harsher, she did not give voice to that because as Laphisto spoke, he granted her a vision of his memory.

Iandre had been trained to control her emotions and remain as peaceful and calm as possible. When she added up her memory and what history told her, she knew this man was far older than she could even imagine. Then he finished his statement about himself. Tilting her head with a little confusion, she pieced together just how harsh they were. They intentionally kept him alive.

"Did they forget you?"

She almost didn't want to know the answer. A tiny ember of concern flared, even if she could tell he was fine now. Listening to his answer, she shrugged as much as her stiff muscles allowed.

"My then Master meant to protect me. She kept me hidden from the Clones and died keeping me protected and secret. After that, well, I don't have much memory. So, we're alike in this aspect."

Giving him a slight smile, she was still rather stoic but not unfriendly.

Laphisto

 

[Laphisto]

Her question hit him harder than he would’ve liked to admit. A visible frown crossed his face, his gaze falling to the floor as his Force sight faded. For a long moment, he was silent then his natural eyes lifted to meet hers.

“I was lost to time shortly after the first Jedi purge,” he said quietly. “The entire Order… wiped out by forces I still don’t fully understand. Some say the Sith did it. Others claim betrayal from within. Whatever it was, it left nothing standing.” He exhaled slowly, the weight of it still clinging after all those years.

“I was forgotten. The only trace of me that remained were cryptic mentions in old Jedi records rumors of a weapon to be used if the Sith ever returned. Well over four thousand years later, some relic hunter got their hands on a holocron and put together an expedition. They thought they were recovering some kind of Jedi superweapon.”

A dry chuckle escaped him, laced with irony.“They weren’t entirely wrong… but I wasn’t the kind of weapon they expected.” His expression shifted as she spoke of her master. The amusement faded, replaced by something heavier. A hand came to his chin, his gaze growing distant.

“It seems we differ, you and I, when it comes to masters and apprentices,” he said, voice low. “Your master saved you, and yet I was unable to save my Apprentice .” laphisto's voice choked slightly as the memory danced over his mind of the young chiss boy. No older than sixteen, a few memories of Thier training rolled along his memory, of Laphisto teaching the boy to fight. Training him to expect the unexpected and to use everything to his advantage to ensure his own survival.


“Jacen Law. He was my apprentice. The first after I emerged from stasis. Young, curious, too clever for his own good sometimes but he had heart. Fire. Potential.”Laphisto’s jaw tightened.

“We had only just discovered Aurora Station when the Dusate Pirates struck. We weren’t prepared… not truly. In the chaos of the assault, Jacen was separated from us. I searched. We all did. But by the time the fighting stopped, he was gone.”

His hand fell to his side, fingers curling slightly. Before his arms crossed back over his chest, his lone ear pinned back on his head with a slight grumble to his voice. One laced with sorrow

“I don’t know if he was taken… or killed. No sign of him has surfaced since. And until I know for certain, I carry that loss with me. Because in the end, I failed him.”

Iandre Athlea