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During the short time, Vaan was sitting in his Commander's seat, with Ashe and Varl on his sides, and Seifer standing guard, all rather amused.

"This Kenet fellow is rather stupid," Varl said.

For once, Vaan agreed with his cousin.

Seifer ran in saying that they were being hailed again.

"What issues would these be?" Vaan asked.

Elladan didn't downright tell him. "I don't care what your opinion of me is, but you would do our race a disservice by not heeding what I have to say. I may seem ignorant, even young by our standards, and please forgive me for my lack of contact and relations, but I have enough insentive to gain your attention, if you'll listen."

He motioned around his bridge. "If you're familiar with the Empire, I daresay you know the model of warship I'm in?" From afar, it looked like... an Acclamantor? Amazing as it was to see one of these relics alive, it was one, and it was diminuative to the Chiss Stardestroyer. One could only wonder how it was kept in such apparantly good shape.

"Greetings, representatives of Mon Calamari," Rusty initially greeted a pair of Mon Calamari, with Freya trailing behind him. "We are here on behalf of Veron Starsinger the Fourth."
The Mon Cal pair looked back and forth to each other, and then to Rusty and Freya. "Ackbar's eyes! I'd never thought that I'd see an R5 unit in this day and age,"
The other agreed. "Indeed - much less in a protcol capacity!"
"It's one of my other program functions, despite my admitedly odd appearance," chimed in Rusty. "I am R5-T1, though you may call me 'Rusty',"
Freya then chimed in. "Like, totally! So, your man said something about news about my father." she said. "Let's hear it,"
"You are Lady Starsinger, correct?"
"Like, yeah. Though they totally used to call my mom that until she ran off somewhere,"
The two Mon Cal men looked to each other, deciding whom would be the one to break the news. "Let's go inside." one of them suggested a moment later. Looking to Freya sympathetically, he added, "You may wish to be sitting down,"

"You have a point," the Mon Cal said to Gorwooken. "Lady Starsinger, shall we tell you, then?"
"Like, get on with it!" Freya demanded.
The Mon Cal looked sadly to Freya. "Lady Starsinger, I am so sorry," he said. "Reports from Naboo say that Lord Starsinger has passed on,"
"He passed away in his sleep, according to Imperial autopsy,"

(( time to borrow/paraphrase another line from the OT! ))

"No!" Freya screamed "No! It's not true! That's totally impossible!"
"Mistress Freya, please!" Rusty chimed in calmly. "I suspect that these fellows have no reason to lie,"
A voice came from behind the two Mon Cals. "You are correct, Rusty. Never thought I'd see you here,"
"Who are you?" Rusty queried, noting a human boy of about thirteen standard years, and yet another Mon Cal, both clad in the vestments of the Jedi.
"I apologize," said the boy. "It has been eight standard years, after all."
Something clicked within both Rusty and Freya.
"L-like ... Gunther?" Freya said, wiping a stray tear. "Is that totally you?"
The Jedi boy bowed.
"We thought, like, you totally died at Ossus!" Freya yelped.
"And, we almost did," chimed in the Mon Cal Jedi. "We barely managed to escape the attack,"
"Thankfully, the Sith seemed to be focusing on specific persons, notably Cade and Kol Skywalker." the Jedi said, with the quiet calm that was the hallmark of a Master. "And, the surviviors of Ossus have been on the run and underground ever since that day,"
"Master Kalnar is correct," Gunther chimed in.
"Can we, like, totally go in now?" Freya asked, barely able to contain tears and sobs.
"Mayhaps that would be prudent," Rusty agreed.

With a flash two small rusty brown starfighters dropped out of hyperspace deep within the Csilla no-jump zone. Their appearance set off alarms across a thousand different consoles in a hundred different control stations. From stations and fighter bases scattered across and above the world, swarms of chiss fighters screamed out of the hangers, their sensors actively pinging to paint the two targeted fighters.

At one of the Chiss command posts General Mitth’ark’rasa studied the displays, “How long ago did they appear?”

“Five standard minutes, sir,” The sensor operator responded, “We have a partial mach on the sensor profile, but that’s of a vessel the CEDF picked up at the edge of sensor range some twenty years ago, classified as unknown.”

The General snorted to himself, “Alright, I guess you could call this a first contact scenario.”

* * *

Behind the controls of one the fighters Revak Valar clicked his claws against the control sticks. Inside his helmet he sneezed, “Son of a Rakata!”

The helmet was uncomfortable with its fully sealed shell over his face, still it was better then relying on the life support of his fighter for a flight as long as this. Behind him the second Kar Asp starfighter slid into a covering position.

Inside his helmet a voice spoke, “They’re at ten-thousand kilometers now Revak.”

“Roger Calra, they still haven’t hailed us,” Revak replied as he used the force to command the ship to begin displaying the sensor information to his helmet. He watched as the view of the space ahead of him turned red with unknown contacts. Hopefully these Chiss would be kind enough to speak to them before swatting them out of the sky.

The communication system chirped and a stiff chiss voice echoed in his helmet, “Unknown vessels, this is General Mitth’ark’rasa of the Chiss Expansionary Defense Force. You have entered Chiss space within the Csilla hyperspace exclusion zone in direct disobedience to Chiss law, explain yourselves or we will be forced to consider your intention hostile.”

Calra cursed over the comm., “We broke a law already!”

Gorwooken followed everyone into the room and, without even listening to what was being said, walked over to the nearest wall, sitting against the wall, he just sat there, staring off into space. He murmered, continuing to sit.

It took Revak awhile to talk the chiss into letting them land, but letting them land was one thing. Dealing with them face to face was something else entirely. Something about their blue skin and red eyes made him shiver as he stood in the landing bay of one of the Chiss Custom Stations. Across from him one of these… things was sitting at a desk looking through the equipment they’d brought with them. Behind him Revak could hear other Chiss technicians poking around his fighter. They were scanning it thoroughly, clearly trying to obtain some useful information from the fighter.

That brought a raporan smile to Revak’s face; the fighter was one of the few things he owned. He’d built it himself gathering the materials and forging the parts one by one. Every seam he’d closed, every thrust vent tweaked and mastered and every part imbued with his force signature. The force imbued ship had absorbed some of his own personality, a ghost of the forgery process. No one else could fly it. Behind his own Calra’s starfighter sat, also a product of his own skills, but carefully imbued with Calra’s personality. It had taken him a long time convincing her to take the step, warrior’s were so often fearful of some of the Worker’s practices with weaponry. Maybe that’s why they revolted, he thought to himself.

Behind him Revak heard the click-clack of Calra strolling across the bay on the metal floor. She stopped beside him and folder her arms in front of her chest. Her killing claw twitched and she began rhythmically clicking it against the floor. Revak glanced at her, patience Calra, you don’t want us tossed out an air lock do you.

The Chiss stirred, “Well, I’m afraid that we’ll have to confiscate some of these items if you intend to bring them with you.”

Revak shuddered as Calra hissed, “What?” Her lip curled up to reveal a line of predatory teeth, a raporan warning that she was on the edge of violence. Revak could see her calf muscles twitch visibly another sign of a warrior preparing for combat.

Revak glanced at her and shook his head slowly, “We must abide by their laws Calra, it is their world after all.”

Calra’s teeth disappeared behind her lips and her shoulders shrugged, “Alright Revak, but I don’t like it.”

The Chiss glanced between the two, “Because of Immigration restrictions you are restricted to a two week visa, stay longer and you’ll be face prosecution.”

Two weeks… That was all. Revak frowned, “If I were to claim refugee status?”

“I’m afraid since you are the first members of your species we’ve encountered that we have no choice but to deny such a claim,” The Chiss answered coldly.

“I see, well I guess we’ll have to figure out where to go from here.”

“That is none of my concern,” The chiss answered quietly. He had his own orders, and if these two Rapora knew of them they’d be none too happy.

Kalnar approached Gorwooken, leaving Freya to her thoughts, and hoping that his student could calm his sister. "You seem troubled, friend." he calmly observed. "In accordance with wookie law and customs, I hazard a guess that you have a life debt to the late Lord Starsinger, am I correct?"