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_ "Not all strangers are enemies." _

~ Obi-Wan Kenobi

"How does it look, Syrra?"

The Trianii Jedi peered at the readout on her tablet for a few seconds longer, double-checking figures with a nod before turning her eyes to Kajex. "You were right. Of course, you and Locke would have known best, but to anybody else this more or less confirms that he's not Kanj'Isha like you two." She frowned, glancing at the resting figure in the brig unit. "I'm not sure why you felt the need to imprison him, though. He wasn't the one who attacked you."

Kajex shook his head, arms folded as he stared at their newest guest. The gray wolf had not stirred since they brought him on board, and a mild sedative at his request had been administered to ensure that it remained that way while Syrra tended to his wounds. "I'm not taking any chances, and once I've talked to everyone on the ship I hope it'll become clear why. Have you forwarded the request to the Praxeum?" he asked, stepping away from the brig unit.

"Yes, they'll have all up-to-date vaccinations ready for the patient when we arrive, and they'll test him for any infections- not sure why, though," she said with an arched eyebrow, following him out of the armory. "He checked out clean when I scanned him."

"There's probably a reason for that," the wolf suggested as he led her into the lounge, where everyone was waiting.

It had been six hours since they had left the planet with an extra passenger in tow, and three of those hours had been spent patching up after the injuries they'd sustained. Syrra had required using her Healing Crystal of Fire to repair Kajex's rib, and even now the spot was still stiff and sore; Rook had come around soon after, under moderate medication to ease the pain in the back of her head. Among the pack they had taken the hardest hits, yet everyone was eager to here any news regarding the assailant that had dealt those injuries in the first place, and while the wolf was adamant on ensuring their captive was alive and in no way a threat to anyone on the ship, he was prepared to discuss what they'd learned.

"What's the plan, boss?" Rook asked with a slight groan, leaning back in her seat. "I'm not takin' us for cowards for pulling back, but it ain't exactly like you, either."

"If I could get a clear connection to Master Skywalker at the moment, I'd inform him personally, but apparently he's indisposed," Kajex started as he took a seat at the holotable. "This 'Bezalel' that attacked us wanted me to impart a message to the Jedi Praxeum, though it was more of a threat- that if any of the Praxeum continues to interfere with his goals, it would lead to our destruction. Without clear info on what we're dealing with, the best option is to take the request and deliver the message."

"You think he was being serious about that?" Miles asked skeptically.

"You weren't there to see it go down; even with your Force sight, did you see what was going on?"

Miles shrugged. "No, but then again it's not the first time we've fought a darksider that could obscure my vision through the Force. From where I'm standing this is just more of the same, with a change of locale."

"This guy literally melted into the shadows," Talrik said with a shiver. "Standing alongside you guys I've come to accept that I'll end up witnessing things others would never believe if I told them, but that?" He shook his head. "I'm still not sure what I saw was even real."

"It's not a technique I've ever heard of," Locke agreed. "There are ancient Sith texts that mention teleportation through the Force, and I recall that the Nightsisters of Dathomir were capable of it, but in both cases they are described in an entirely different manner. Whoever this Bezalel actually is, he learned it from somewhere outside of the Sith." He leaned forward. "But still- it's not unreasonable that he might be from another part of the Unknown Regions, learning under a Force tradition we've never seen or heard of before. You can't tell me that something like that is what unsettled you."

"You're right," the Sentinel admitted. "I'm_more_ concerned by where he might have come from."

There was a pause as the rest of the crew traded confused glances. "What do you mean by that, exactly?" Syrra pressed.

Kajex said nothing for a few moments, eyes cast to the center of the holotable with a troubled look. It was difficult for him to know where to begin, on a topic few knew about; and which even fewer understood the gravity of. With a sigh to calm his nerves, he started- with a question.

"Do any of you know about Mnngal-Mnngal?"

There was silence as nearly everyone shook their heads- except Syrra

Her hackles rose slightly as she suppressed a shiver. "I've heard of it," the Trianii Jedi said in a hushed tone. "Trianii Rangers are expected to study and identify threats based on reports throughout the universe; we got some of our info from declassified Imperial databanks, but my people have encountered it before in our history. It's a sentient entity, an ooze that can enslave people's minds and bodies, devouring them from the inside out."

"Gross," Rook remarked, her nose scrunched up in disgust. "Sounds like a tricky bugger to deal with."

"There are rumors that in some of the farthest reaches of the galaxy, it is being suppressed- and worlds which it has completely eradicated all life of," Kajex explained. "It's one of the most insidious beings out here, but perhaps the most terrifying thing about it is its origins- what little is known about it for sure, it is not from this galaxy. It comes from_beyond_."

"When you say 'beyond,'" Miles asked, "what exactly do you mean?"

"Beyond the Anomaly."

The pack gave him identical expressions of confusion.

"... You guys don't know about the Anomaly?"

"I've heard of Mnngal-Mnngal, but I have no idea what you mean by 'Anomaly.' You'll have to explain, love," Syrra admitted. "We're lost."

The wolf sighed and nodded, then turned his attention to the holotable; with a few key punches, a map of the galaxy sprang up between them all. "Okay, so we know this galaxy, from the Deep Core to Wild Space to the Unknown Regions, isn't the only galaxy in existence. I mean, that's evident just given how far beyond the edge of the galaxy we're able to see, other clusters of stars and planets billions of light years away. We have the Rishi Maze and the Firefist, orbiting galaxies around our own; in a lot of ways, they're close enough that we consider them part of our own galaxy." He punched in command and the readout changed, a glowing orange ring encircling the galaxy spiral. "But all of that is moot to know- for the countless other galaxies that might exist, there's no way to reach them due to the Hyperspace Anomaly."

"What is this 'Anomaly?'" Syrra pressed.

"Nobody knows for sure, and most don't even realize it exists- the galaxy is big enough that it's a non-factor to most. It could be a natural phenomenon with a source that hasn't yet been discovered, or a barrier created by a precursor species. What _is_known is that it's the single reason why no ship can go beyond the fringes of the galaxy," Kajex explained. "The only way to cross it is to go at sublight speeds, through the Void. You'd be traveling through starless space for millennia before you reach anything remotely close to another galaxy. Any attempt to leave the galaxy through a jump to hyperspace will end abruptly; most ships are shaken out of the attempt, similar to being pulled out by an interdiction field or a mass gravity shadow from a planet or star." He let out a humorless chuckle. "Or they explode."

"So you're suggesting that Belazel is from beyond this anomaly?" Locke asked. "You're making it seem like he can't be."

"Back when I was a pup in the Jedi Order, around the time of the Clone Wars," Kajex continued, "there was an attempt to penetrate the Anomaly, the Outbound Flight project, headed by Master Jorus C'Baoth."

"Wait, the mad Jedi from the Thrawn campaign?" Miles cut in.

"That was a clone, Miles." Locke reminded him. "He's referring to the original Jedi Master."

"The Jedi Council formed the idea to break past the barrier and expand the Republic's reach into the Unknown Regions and beyond our galaxy; but the original Master C'Baoth demanded control of the project and it was granted to him," Kajex confirmed. "The idea was to penetrate the Anomaly by using the Force to augment coordinates for a jump through hyperspace, and then use it smooth out the journey. He went so far as to make a demonstration of it, testing the theory with a few other Jedi and skirting the Anomaly's fringe- it was pretty big news when he managed to penetrate the Anomaly and come back unscathed."

"Was it?" Syrra asked with a raised eyebrow. "Seems like more people would have known."

"The political atmosphere put a damper on the project for a while," Kajex said with a shrug. "It became relatively low-key. My dad used to tell me that it would have been dead in the water had C'Baoth not managed to quickly resolve an Inner-Rim conflict- he believed that was the only reason Chancellor Palpatine gave him the funding he needed. Even the Jedi Order gave in to pressure and allowed him to take as many Jedi as he needed. I remember it being around forty-five thousand colonists, five thousand crew members, and twenty Jedi, including himself." He leaned in. "But analysis of the colonists after the project was launched and lost showed that a lot of those families were related to Jedi in some capacity or another. Some believed they were chosen specifically for their potential for Force sensitivity."

"To what end?" Locke asked.

"Maybe C'Baoth wanted to train his own Jedi; maybe Palpatine wanted to eliminate as many Force-potent individuals as possible. Nobody knows- and we probably never will. Outbound Flight launched before the Clone Wars broke out, but all contact with the project was lost once they reached the Unknown Regions, and the Jedi Council couldn't send an expedition to figure out what happened, what with the war going on. It's possible the project was successful, but something prevented communication from being sent back."

"So then it is possible for something to cross through the Anomaly?" Syrra asked.

"Unlikely as it might seem, it's very possible," he agreed. "And that's what scares me."

"How so?"

"Jorus C'Baoth was an arrogant asshole with dangerous views about Jedi superiority- even my father Bran despised him. But he was still one of the most powerful Jedi at the time, stronger in the Force than most of the Jedi High Council. It would take someone with his level of skill and connection to the Force to figure out how he managed to pull off a jump past the Anomaly and through the Void. Any other external threat would have to waste thousands of years crossing the Void from their side just to get to ours, so the odds of something crossing into our galaxy from outside are extremely low- unless they're powerful, or have abilities we've never seen."

"He showed an ability we've never seen before, and he fought with a style I've never studied," Locke pointed out. "I think Kajex is right- he's not a local."

There was a slight pause between them, a moment to reflect on the information, before Syrra spoke. "That might explain why this 'Maichail' showed up clean while I tested him, if he has no trace of disease. We still need information going forward. It won't help us to make any assumptions about who or what we're dealing with if they really are from out-of-town."

"Agreed," Kajex nodded.

"Well, here's your chance to get some information," Miles pointed out, his head turned toward the armory. His furrowed brow was enough to inform everyone present that he was watching their guest with his Force sight. "He just woke up and he's testing the cage. I don't think he's going to try to break out, but we should see to that."

The Sentinel got to his feet. "Locke, Miles; you've got control of the ship while I deal with this. Keris, keep trying to get in touch with Master Skywalker, let me know the moment he's available. Rook, Syrra, Talrik; you're with me. Let's see what our guest knows."

The addition of a single-cell brig in the armory section of the ship had only seen use once or twice since it had been installed, and even then only as extra bedspace. But now the Sentinel was glad to have gotten some use out of it, wary of the unfamiliar wolf that was now peering back at him. Knowing full well his crewmembers, as good as family to him, were at risk, he went an extra step and brought Taito, the ship's pet.

Kajex folded his arms, deciding to start things civil. "Feeling better?"

The gray wolf considered him for a moment, as if sizing him up, then nodded, offering them a smile. "Much better. I have you to thank for saving my life; and you have my thanks for mending me, healer," he added, nodding to Syrra.

"I'm just doing my job as a Jedi," she replied evenly.

His smile vanished and he looked between them, cocking his head with a frown. "You... are suppressing the Force right now?" Maichail asked curiously. "I didn't know Jedi could do that."

The Sentinel stuck a thumb out at the furry, four-eyed reptile on his shoulder, which blinked placidly. "An ysalamir. They use the Force to project bubbles that cut people off from the Force. As I've no idea who or what we're dealing with right now, I'm not taking any chances."

"I saved your life by intervening," the gray wolf pointed out with a hint of dismay in his tone.

"Likely," Talrik returned. "But you also know who this 'Bezalel' is, so your intrusion doesn't exactly make you our ally, either."

"Would it help if I said I have no violent intentions towards any of you?" Maichail asked.

"Your buddy rabbit-punched me and I'm still feelin' it in the back of my skull," Rook growled. "He had no problem comin' at me like a coward, so excuse us for thinkin' you might stick a knife in our backs after pretendin' to be nice."

Kajex raised an eyebrow at her. "Not the way I'd have phrased it, but she's more or less right. We're not sure what to make of you, so we're here to ask some questions."

The gray wolf looked around at his cell, ears pinned back with slight dismay as he gazed at the repulsion field keeping him in. "Well... at least you're decent enough to make my imprisonment comfortable." He looked back to Kajex. "You are Jedi, correct?"

The Sentinel's brow furrowed. "We are."

"Who is your Grand Master?"

"We have none," Syrra told him. "Master Skywalker hasn't taken the rank."

At that, Maichail seemed to perk up. "I've heard of him. Even out here, his name is known. I need to speak with him as soon as possible. Will you take me to him?"

Kajex traded a concerned glance with Syrra, then leveled a hard stare at the foreign wolf. "You don't seem to realize the position you're in. We already know you're not from around here, that you're not of the same species as my brother and I; and we know that one of your people is responsible for taking over and subjugating a planet. That same individual attacked us and threatened to kill them and the destroy the Jedi Praxeum if we didn't leave." He folded his arms. "I hope you understand that I think it's a_bad_ idea to bring you to our leader before we can figure out if you can be trusted."

"You need information, and I need to get back to Bezalel," Maichail pressed. "If you take me to Skywalker, I can at least explain the situation and head back."

"Yeah, we do need information, but you haven't even told us what he's doing- or who you are," Kajex pushed back with a frown. "I started this saying I would ask questions, not that I was going to just answer yours."

The gray wolf opened his mouth to speak, only to stop short and sigh, nodding. "Fair enough. I apologize for wasting your time. I will tell you what I'm able- it won't be everything, but it'll be enough."

A hiss broke out beside Kajex and he turned, seeing Rook giving the wolf a derisive glare. "Damn aruetii... if we can't even get the whole truth out of him, how're we gonna know it isn't a lie? Maybe if we got Master Moarn here to probe his mind or something--"

"No." Syrra's tone was final, her stare hard enough to cause Rook to cease any debate. "We're not _forcing_people to give up the truth. We could end up ruining someone with mental scarring if we tried and they resisted. If Maichail here is being legitimate, we may need his help."

"Possibly," Kajex agreed. "But I'm very familiar with the practice of hiding a lie with the truth. So I will scrutinize the hell out of every word you tell us, understood?"

Maichail nodded. "I understand. I have only one more question, and then I will answer with what I can."

"Speak."

"Your names."

The Sentinel hesitated for a few moments, then nodded, gesturing to himself and his team. "Sentinel Kajex Surnahm. My fiancee, Syrra; my bodyguard, Rook; and sniper and resident Antarian Ranger, Talrik. You'll meet the others later; my brother Locke, our armorer Miles, and Keris. You're on the Gold Rush, a ship that belonged to my parents. And before you ask, yes, we're headed back to Yavin 4 to confer with Master Skywalker. If he believes it is in our best interests, we'll take you to him."

"Alright... good," the foreign wolf sighed. "You may ask what you can."

"Who is Bezalel?" Kajex asked.

There were a few moments of silence as Maichail seemed to shift uncomfortably. "He is... like me. But he possesses powers unlike anything the galaxy here has ever seen, bending the shadows to his will. You saw a taste of it, his ability to shift through the shadows and reappear where they are cast."

"It's not a Force ability we're familiar with," Kajex said. "My brother once served a Sith cult, and he'd never heard of anything like it."

"That's because... it's not a Force ability," Maichail admitted. "It's something he learned from beyond this galaxy. It's not the only thing he can do, either- that power lets him construct monstrosities, beasts of darkness that follow his command. It's the primary way he was able to take control of Relia and several other worlds in short order. He's been so effective that those under his control call him Nightmare, as a result."

"Why is he out here, though?" Kajex pressed. "What is there in the Unknown Regions that would cause him to target a handful of planets?"

"Nothing special- not to my knowledge, at least," Maichail reasoned. "But he needs a base of operations, for certain. There's no structure of order in most parts of the Unknown Regions, not to the extent of the New Republic, so an assault on any one world won't result in any action from other neighboring systems. Once he conquers a world, it is essentially his."

"One guy, even if he could make a buncha shadow beasties, ain't enough to take over a whole world," Rook scoffed. "What's his trick?"

"He's not just one man," Maichail frowned. "He may seem mortal, but several of you fought him. He's not one to get his hands dirty unless he's making a point, and something about you all interested him enough to get him to rough you up. He was probably holding back on you."

"More like he was playin' dirty," Rook growled.

"He was ready to back off when he was injured," Kajex interrupted, cutting off the otter before she got fired up. "I've crossed sabers with darksiders before, and he's definitely one of the toughest I've had to duel, but I don't think he was toying with us, either." He gave the wolf a steady gaze. "He _can_be beaten, right?"

"I believe so," Maichail sighed. "But it would come down to more than just a single lightsaber duel. For someone as powerful as he is, it's never that easy."

"Generally not," Kajex agreed, thoughts straying to the days of Emperor Palpatine for a few moments, before refocusing his attention again. "What about you? You said you were both similar. What actually brought you here?"

"That is an answer I'm going to leave for Skywalker," Maichail told them, folding his arms and giving them a critical look. "His name is known to me, at least- but I don't know that I can rely on or trust any of you with what I tell him."

Kajex was a half second from pushing the issue, dissatisfied with the lack of answers in what he felt should have been a situation he could control. Had he not seen Syrra shake her head out of the corner of his eye, he would have; but his trust in the Trianii was absolute, knowing that if she had a reason to stop him, it was likely a good one. With a frustrated sigh, the Sentinel nodded.

"Well... that'll be for Master Skywalker to decide. Fine. But as we were the ones who were called in to clean up a mess_you_ seemed to bring, you better believe I'm going to be there to hear what you have to say," Kajex warned. "For now, make yourself comfortable in that cell. I'll have Miles in here to keep you company. Best you don't try to pull a fast one on him- he may not be a Jedi, but just because he doesn't have eyes doesn't mean he can't keep a close eye on you."

"What about my things?" Maichail said. "My bag, where did--"

"Right next to you," Syrra pointed out, gesturing to the black gearbag foot of the bed.

The foreign wolf stared at it a few moments. "... What did you take?" he finally asked.

"Only the spare lightsaber you had," Syrra informed him, holding it up for him to see. "We're being pragmatic here- until we can trust that you mean no harm, we'd be foolish to leave you with a weapon."

The wolf winced, but nodded. "As long as you didn't take my flute..."

"Have at it," Kajex offered. "The rooms here are soundproofed. I'll have Keris come in later to keep you fed and watered. In the meantime, behave yourself. You'll know when it's time to let you out." He looked to the other three and nodded, stepping away from the cell; the rest followed in step.

"Sentinel."

Kajex stopped, looked back at Maichail. "What is it?"

The wolf gave him a serious look.

"I don't know what conflicts you've been in as a Jedi, but be prepared. You might not win this one."

For several long seconds, Kajex said nothing, considering the foreign individual with a critical stare of his own. He parted without a reply, leaving Maichail to his thoughts.

"What do you think, Kajex?"

The wolf glanced at Talrik, then gave a half-shrug. "Strange and creepy. I've met worse, but then again all of them were at least from the same galaxy. I'm not convinced he's a massive threat- yet."

Talrik nodded, wearing an uncertain expression as he returned to his meal. "I guess we'll just have to deal as things change. Hopefully he won't try to get a read on us, like that Bezalel guy."

The majority of the crew was gathered again, this time in the galley; only Miles was not present among them, keeping a close vigil on their guest while the rest of them conversed; while Taito's positioning meant the Miraluka could not 'see' Maichail in the cell, he would at least be able to see everything beyond its sphere of influence, including the code-locked armory.

"There's no point getting worked up over it, kit," Kajex responded. "I'm not even going to guess how he knew things that only those close to us would have known. I'd bet he brought it up to all of us as a way of throwing us off our game, just to have a distinct advantage. The less you let it get to you, the less of an advantage he'll have."

"I still say you should have pressed him for more info," Rook muttered sourly around a mouthful of food. "Like how he got here if he's really from beyond your Anomaly, now that he's basically admitted it."

"That's why I wanted Talrik with us," Kajex reasoned, looking to the fox again. "With Taito on my back, Syrra and I wouldn't have been able to get a read on him through the Force, and I didn't want him to read us either. Leaving him there with our guest will give us some privacy, at least. I needed you to read his body language and reactions, see if maybe you picked up something from him."

The fox leaned back in his seat and folded his arms, brow furrowed in thought. "It goes without saying that he hasn't told us everything, but even when he did give us information he looked like he was actively trying to conceal his motives. He was genuine about his thanks to you and Syrra, at least, so I think he's trying to be nice about it."

"What about Bezalel?" Locke asked.

"Given the way he stiffened while talking about him, he really believes Bezalel is as powerful as he's describing," Talrik said with complete certainty. "The way he described his operating methods seems to check out logically. I don't recall hearing of any unified organization out in Unknown Regions, so if his claims of creating a shadow army are legitimate then he's essentially conquering unopposed."

Kajex nodded, then sighed. "Sounds like we've got our work cut out for us, then- as if the Circle of Syn weren't enough."

"There's something else unusual," Syrra said slowly, setting her bowl down.

"What's that?" Kajex asked.

"The wound on his back is something of a mystery. I didn't bring it up because it seemed a minor point at the time, but now that I know he's from beyond our galaxy it's worth mentioning." She looked up at him. "I tried my hardest to mend his injuries without using the Healing Crystal of Fire- it didn't seem serious enough to merit its use. But while I managed to get his other injuries patched, the one on his back didn't heal over completely. Something is different about that wound that's preventing me from restoring it completely."

"Will he recover from it?" Kajex asked, feeling slightly concerned.

"I think so- but his physiology is practically unknown in most respects," the Trianii sighed. "He's like almost every other sentient being in the galaxy; brain, lungs, kidneys, eyes, hearts- even reproductive organs." She cleared her throat and blushed. "I had to double check to make sure your genetic makeup was different, because even down to that last tidbit, he's very similar to a Kanj'Isha."

"Couldn't resist getting a look at his goods, could you?" Keris teased with a smile.

"I had to be thorough," Syrra said defensively. "But genetically, no- he's not a Kanj'Isha. No matches in the updated database, either."

"What about his midichlorian count?" Locke asked.

"About as high as yours and Kajex's," she said. "But then again, you two have had time to develop that level, and yours are higher than most at the Praxeum. There's no telling how powerful he might be in the Force without seeing him in action."

"We'll have to mention that to Luke," Locke reasoned. "Just so he's on his guard. On a side-note, though, it's a little encouraging to know that the Force exists even beyond this galaxy."

"Maybe, but it makes me even more worried," Kajex admitted. "I'm wondering now if maybe C'baoth _did_succeed in crossing over to another galaxy, and that this Bezalel might be a student." He shook his head, looking back in the direction of the brig.

"Either way... hopefully we'll get our answers soon."

To Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, meditation was integral to life. Moreso for a life like his.

In the years since establishing the Jedi Praxeum, Luke Skywalker had not known more than a month of relative quiet. It seemed like most of his time was spent with his mind focused towards educating a new generation of Jedi, putting out fires in the New Republic, or having his abilities put to the test against any number of threats being thrown at him. In the first year of the Praxeum, he had lost two students, nearly a third, and had nearly lost his own life struggling against a Sith phantom; even these days, there was always the risk that he would lose more students, either to the dark side of the Force, or to the risks that came with trying to protect and save others. Despite having felt the passing of so many students over the years, sometimes in large quantities at a time, it never got easier.

Meditation helped. Here, then, was one such moment where he could focus and channel his energy towards rejuvenating his spirit; a moment to center himself at the end of a long day, the Jedi Master sitting cross-legged at the viewport that overlooked the jungle ahead. Even with the lingering darkness of his sorrows and failures, he drew on the positive changes the Jedi Order were making- the lives he'd helped saved, the knowledge he'd passed on to instruct others. With each breath he took in he gathered the negativity, the toxic feeling of loss and resentment, in a way that dissipated with each exhale. A feeling not unlike cool water channeling through his veins overtook him, so refreshing that his focus seemed clearer with each passing second. As Yavin 4's sun dipped below the treeline, Luke could feel the peace that kept him in balance returning, the stress of the day melting away as easily as the darkness within was expunged.

The last ray of light disappeared, no longer shining on the Jedi Master; but for the dim light in his chambers, the room was cast in shadow. The warmth that had lingered in that last shaft of illumination evaporated, leaving the cool night air to waft in and envelope him. His eyes flicked open, his expression serene as he exhaled a final time and got back to his feet.

But the temperature continued to descend.

A frown creased the Jedi Master's brow, his senses drifting outwards. Certainly, the passing of the hour had brought about the usual cool night air, but there was a stillness around him that he'd never known on the planet- Yavin 4 was a world teeming with life and spirit, strong in the Force. And yet now... it was silent.

He straightened up, holding his head high. "Reveal yourself."

He felt the presence arrive before it had done so, turning to face the shadows with his hands folded behind him as if waiting for the expected arrival of a student seeking help. What came first were the eyes, a pair of striking violet orbs that peered out from the darkness, studying Luke warily before closing briefly. The shadows coalesced around the eyes, forming a bipedal being that quickly took shape as it stepped forward. Before him stood a wolf of jet-black fur, his eyes an illuminated purple, dressed in a black bomber jacket and what looked like military apparel beneath.

Luke waited a moment before tapping into the Force, activating the chamber's lights with a simple hand gesture. The wolf froze and looked around him, his brow raised in interest; he said nothing for a few moments, surveying his surroundings before turning his attention to Luke.

"It is not my intention to startle you, Jedi Master," the wolf finally said, giving him a respectful bow. "I merely wished to speak with you."

"I'm sure," Luke replied calmly. "Be that as it may, I've had many unexpected and uninvited guests at the Praxeum. For the protection of my students, I will take any precautions."

"Very wise of you," the wolf agreed.

Luke would have spoken more, but a brief flicker in the Force diverted his attention and he reached for the comlink at his belt a half-second before a voice spoke through it. "Luke? I sensed a disturbance just now, where you're at. Are you alright?"

Luke brought the comlink up and spoke into it. "I'm fine, Kyle. Just an unexpected guest in my quarters. I believe I'm safe."

"Should I come to investigate? I can call security to--"

"No," Luke said calmly, but clearly. "Have security on heightened alert, but assume that all is well for the moment. We're not in danger."

There was a pause, broken second later by Master Katarn's dissatisfied tone. "Alright. But if things go to hell, I'm breakin' down the door."

"Noted," Luke acknowledged, unable to keep from smiling slightly. He slid the comlink back to his belt, looking back up at his unexpected guest as the being walked around the chamber.

"... There's a lot of Force energy here," he remarked, staring up at the ceiling. "This is not a Jedi temple, is it?"

"It's a Massassi temple," Luke explained. "It was once a site of dark-side influence, a stronghold of a Sith Lord, before it was cleansed some millennia ago. It's now a nexus of Force energy, aiding us in training and keeping in tune with the Force." He peered at the being. "But I assume you didn't come here so abruptly to speak about ancient Sith culture."

The wolf smiled and shook his head. "No. Forgive me, Master Skywalker; it was rude of me to drop by unannounced, moreso without first introducing myself. I am Bezalel, a visitor to your galaxy- and I think I should converse with you on what the future holds."

Luke held a stare at the wolfish figure for a few seconds before nodding, turning and gesturing to a nearby pair of stone seats. "Please." The wolf gave a thankful nod and took a seat, the Jedi Master following shortly after as he surveyed the being closely. After a few moments and a feeling of certainty, he spoke. "You... are not Kanj'Isha," he stated.

"I am not," the wolf agreed genially. "Though I've been fortunate enough to have met two of them thus far- students of yours, in fact. Very capable fighters."

"Kajex and Locke Surnahm," Luke sighed. "They're not my students, per se, but yes, they are two of my skilled Jedi Knights." He leveled a slightly harder stare at the wolf. "They are unharmed, I hope?"

The wolf chuckled. "Worried that I came to inform you of their deaths at my hand, are you?" He shook his head. "I allowed them to leave with a few bruises. In truth, I had only advised them to return here to send you a message, though they were regrettably too stubborn to leave. Once it became clear that they were possessed of legitimate skill and power, however, I decided it would be best to inform you myself." He shrugged. "They may still attempt to 'deliver' my message- it occurs to me I didn't tell them there was no need any longer."

"I see," Luke said, feeling slightly calmer. "I did send them on a mission, after all. They are Jedi, through and through, it's not in their nature to give up so easily. If they left, then something about you must have been potent enough to convince Sentinel Surnahm to pull back." He glanced back at where Bezalel had appeared. "I sense the Force in you, though it feels slightly foreign. But that skill of being able to traverse through the shadows- that is categorically not a Force ability."

"Would it impress you to know that not ten minutes prior, I was on the other side of the galaxy?" Bezalel asked.

"It would," Luke admitted, raising an eyebrow. "I think Kajex may have sensed it in you too- or you may have made a slight at his pack. He doesn't take offenses against his brother or crewmembers lightly, they're as close to him as family."

"Yes, he did seem... unbalanced, when I defeated one of his own quite easily," Bezalel mused. "But in any event, I came here for a reason. As one who fancies himself a caretaker of this galaxy, I felt it would be polite that you be informed as to what to expect from my arrival."

"I'm not so egotistical as to think the galaxy hinges on me alone," Luke countered quietly. "But you may continue."

"For all the good you believe you have done here, you've left a remarkable amount of damage in your wake. I've witnessed conflict throughout history before, and it is no different here. The Jedi rise, the Sith fight, one wins, the other hides; the victor grows, falls, the defeated rise and become the victors; and so the cycle repeats, a tide of conflict flowing in and out of history, with no period of rest in between." He leaned in, leveling a stare at Luke. "Your iteration of the Jedi Order will be no different."

"It is different," Luke started to say.

"Oh, in its methods and beliefs, and in its practices, for certain," the wolf clarified dismissively. "But in its lasting effects, it will end up the same way, destined to the ebb and flow of conflict once again." He cocked his head. "Do you know why?"

"My answer would not match your own, I would think," Luke guessed, folding his arms. To say that this being was not intriguing would be a lie, yet he could sense where the discussion was heading, allowing the wolf to elaborate as he would- now he would offer a different perspective. "The natural way of the universe conducts itself in ebbs and flows, of conflict and peace. To categorize this galaxy as being separate from peace is lacking perception- there is no state of stasis in the universe. Order and chaos are, at many times, one and the same; imbalances steadied by equilibrium."

"Does that perspective include the dark side and light side?" Bezalel suggested.

"I don't believe that they exist as separate sides of the Force," Luke explained. "I see them as the effects of our own action- or inaction."

"And in that, I think, is where your failing is," Bezalel remarked, shaking his head sadly. "You've so much power, and at least the moral capacity not to abuse it for your own gain; but you lack command." He stood, head raised high. "I aim to change that."

Luke tilted his head skeptically. "You believe the constant ebb and flow of conflict is through a lack of command?"

"Your New Republic is a group consisting of hundreds of star systems, thousands of cultures, and no attempts at bringing them together under one unified method of control." He strode away from the seat, gesturing out into the night sky where thousands of pinpricks of light filled the void. "Innumerable stars, so similar but for their perspectives and positions; a thousand different voices, all given equal consideration no matter how mistaken, or deluded, or morally bankrupt, and all of them fueling the troubles of existence. There is so much death, sin, and irresponsibility in this galaxy that it is staggering to behold on a large scale. The Hutts continue to trade in slaves and engage in criminal dealings; the Imperial Remnant readies itself for another conflict, not content to cease their lust for power and control; and the New Republic itself is not without its own corruption, borne from differing opinions on who deserves what. And here you stand, capable of action, yet lacking control." He paused, then smiled at Luke. "But then... perhaps you are humble enough to know that such a task cannot fall into your hands. Well-meaning as you are, it can only fall into those willing to go the full measure- to assure peace."

Luke suppressed a shiver, a cold feeling he did not care for. "Through control?"

"I envision a galaxy molded into accepting a single, unified mind," Bezalel said, staring into the sky again. "Peace attained through demonstration, that there is only one way to save them all- a way that I will show them."

"If you believe that, why not attempt to convince me that your way is the only one?" Luke suggested.

"You are beholden to the New Republic, I'm afraid," Bezalel told him, folding his arms. "And I think I already know how you will answer."

"I would say that you will fail," Luke said honestly, getting to his feet. "I would say that any attempt to bring control will be met with resistance." He strode to the viewport and stared up into the sky. "You see innumerable stars of so much similarity, where I see an innumerable amount of differences between each star; some subtle, but others vastly different, and yet all of them bright sparks in a chaotic universe. In the time I've started this Praxeum, I've seen and met so many people of so many cultures, each beautiful and unique in their own ways. There is a burden to so many vibrant colors of thought, perspective, and belief; but with it brings change, discussion, and the chance to be better through interaction." He looked to Bezalel sadly. "That, I think is where we differ. You see the need for a universe in a single shade; I accept a universe of variety, even if I can't perceive or appreciate every color."

Bezalel shook his head. "I thought you would say as much." He leaned against the viewport. "I had no hopes of finding a common ground, even with one as powerful and noble as you. You have a good heart, to your credit, and that is why I have no intention of treating you as an obstacle to my goals." He paused, then leveled a cool stare at the Jedi Master. "Yet."

"You mean to attack us eventually, then?" Luke questioned.

"I would rather it not come to that, honestly," Bezalel sighed. "Though I'm sure you will continue to send your knights against me in a well-meaning but misguided attempt to stop me. And then, I'm afraid, I will be forced to take lethal action against them. I will offer you, however, the chance for a peaceful transition if your actions against me are minimal- perhaps you will see my point in due time."

"Perhaps," Luke replied. "Or perhaps you'll be stopped; preferably, you'll see the damage of your efforts and stop yourself."

"You may wish for it all you want," Bezalel invited. "If you must send anyone after me, though, send that 'pack' again." His smile now was almost mocking. "Skilled as they are, I confess that I was more than willing to put an end to them, given their level of... interspecies degeneracy."

"If that's what you'd prefer to call their unique form of love," Luke replied, a slight edge in his voice.

"Call it what you will- but know that I have no qualms in expunging that from existence," Bezalel told him, climbing up the viewport and leaning out. "I expect that we shall not meet again, Master Skywalker- but I thank you for your time."

"As you say," Luke said. "I hope, if we do meet again, it will be with a better perspective."

The wolf bowed, stepping off the viewport. Luke watched calmly as the wolf seemed to meld into the shadows, his violet eyes staring back up at the Jedi Master for a few moments before fading away entirely. The chill dissipated, and almost at once, the wildlife of Yavin 4 seemed to stir to life again.

Luke sighed, shaking his head and bringing his comlink up. "Our guest is gone, Kyle."

"About time," Master Katarn sighed. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," he answered, not completely honestly. "Any word from the Gold Rush?"

"We hit a snag in off-world communications around the time your guest appeared," Kyle informed him. "They've been trying to reach us, and I expect they'll try again now that the comm is clear."

"Good. Get them here as soon as possible. I'll want to speak with them."

"Will do."

He slid the comlink back to his belt, staring back up into the night sky- and hoping this new conflict would not last.

Kajex had to be convinced by Syrra to leave Taito back on the ship while they escorted Maichail to the Great Temple's grand audience chamber, and as the crew of seven kept a close eye on the foreign wolf the Sentinel could not help but feel it might have been a mistake. Landing in the middle of the night at least meant there were no students to gawk at the cuffed visitor, which would otherwise have garnered them some uncomfortable stares- Kajex was all too aware that of their entire group, Locke and Keris were still viewed with a measure of distrust by many Padawans.

Nevertheless, Maichail did not offer any complaint for his circumstances, and wholly acknowledged why they were taking such a precaution. They allowed him to carry his bag with all his possessions, save his lightsaber, which hung from Syrra's belt. She took the lead of the group, while Kajex trailed behind at a close distance to ensure he could keep an eye on everyone, keeping alert.

They met Master Katarn more than halfway there, the casually-dressed Jedi Battlemaster being tailed by two more Jedi and two security officers. He traded a bow to Syrra, which she matched. "Good to see you back, Padawan. Master Skywalker wanted us to lead you to him." His eyes flicked up to Maichail, then to Locke and Kajex. "One of yours, again?"

"He's not Kanj'Isha, no," Kajex told him. "We'll explain once we get to Master Skywalker."

"Fair enough- seems like we're getting a lot of visitors today anyway," Kyle sighed, leading the way; Kajex hurried ahead to keep in step.

"Meaning?"

Kyle glanced around a bit, making sure the hallways were devoid of younger students before continuing. "Unauthorized entry about two hours ago. Somebody entered Master Skywalker's chambers for a chat, then left. Luke's fine, he hasn't said much since then, but I think what happened here tonight was connected to our new... guest," he said hesitantly.

Kajex did not have to turn around to feel the surge of anxiety behind him coming from Maichail, but the wolf did not react in any other way. "We'll have to see what he says, then," Kajex replied. "I'm hoping we're not looking at another galaxy-wide war this soon; the New Republic could use a break, and us too."

They said nothing more as they strode the rest of the way to the great audience chamber, the doors sliding apart into the wide expanse. Spartan though its trappings were, it was still impressive enough that it needed little decoration; though installed lighting illuminated the space at least enough for everyone to see Master Skywalker waiting for them, hands folded behind him as he approached. Once they were within meters, everyone present bowed; he, in turn, bowed back.

"I'm glad you've returned to us safe and sound," Master Skywalker told the Gold Rush crew, taking a moment to glance to Rook; the only member of their team who had never met Skywalker, and who was looking around the hall with an impressed look. "Welcome, hunter, to the Jedi Praxeum. As you are under the employ of the Gold Rush crew, so too are you welcome here."

The otter nodded, seeming to catch on that this was a person who should be treated respectfully. "Yeah, much obliged, Skywalker."

"And this..." he trailed off slowly, peering at their guest.

"I'm Maichail, Master Skywalker," the wolf said, bowing his head low. "It's an honor to meet you, the hero of the New Republic."

Luke nodded and managed a calm smile. "I wish we had met under better circumstances. Kajex, if you would please remove our guest's binders?"

The Sentinel had expected this and nodded, leaning in and disengaging the lock with a thought; the cuffs floated towards Locke, who hung them on his belt. Maichail looked back at Kajex with a raised eyebrow. "I question why you felt the need to cuff me in the first place, if not for the sake of your master."

"I placed them on you to keep our students defended," Kajex replied. "We're here, so there's no need; not with this many Jedi Knights in one room." He gestured to the visitor. "You told us you would explain everything as long as it was to Master Skywalker. And just like I promised, I'm going to be here to scrutinize every word; since I have to give him a message anyway."

Luke hesitated, then sighed, pacing away from them a few steps before turning. "As it turns out, you've no need to deliver it; Bezalel delivered it himself- in person."

At once, shock seemed to jolt through everyone.

"Bezalel was here?!" Maichail yelped.

"Wait, he already delivered--" Locke said.

"How the hell did he--" Kajex started.

"He was here," Luke said clearly, over everyone. "He was a black-pelted wolf, not a Kanj'Isha, with violet eyes, and able to phase in and out of shadows. He approached me not two hours ago and informed me of his plans." He turned to Maichail. "I need to know if he intends to make good on this threat. If you're willing to inform us what he has in store, we may be able to stop him."

The gray wolf stared at Master Skywalker for a few long seconds, bearing the expression of a man trying to find the right words. Before long he sighed, giving him a sad smile. "You can't stop him. I'm sorry, but... even if I could tell you everything about him, even the things I don't know, it wouldn't be enough."

Luke cocked his head. "Why not? How does he operate? What makes his coming inevitable?"

Maichail shook his head. "He probably told you he was not from around here; 'here' meaning this very galaxy. It's more than that, however- his origin... and my own... is from another universe entirely. His conquest began a long time ago, and in that time he has not yet failed."

"Then he's conquered the space beyond this galaxy, past the Anomaly?" Luke asked.

"Not yet, no," Maichail clarified. "He chose his focus here. When I say that his conquest has yet to fail, I'm referring the five previous universes he has already subdued under his methods." He bowed his head. "Some were sparse in terms of sentient species, but three of them were teeming with life and ready to resist- to no avail. In many ways, he sees this universe as no different, save for one key subtlety."

"Which is?"

"This is the first universe we've encountered in which the Force exists," Maichail explained. "Maybe it was in coming here that we were able to control it, but in any event it took time for him to develop his abilities; as it did with me. But he's not one to quit easily, and he did become proficient in it."

"And you?" Kajex asked skeptically.

"I had to figure it out through other means. He built his own lightsaber, but I had to find one in a black market in the Unknown Regions. As for controlling the Force, I could only self-train and seek out old, damaged manuscripts that gave me only the barest glimmer of instruction." He looked back to Luke. "That said, he and I both know much in terms of combat, so dueling with such a unique weapon was not that big of an issue."

"I find it difficult to believe that a single man, even one as well-trained as the person you're describing, could overtake an entire galaxy on his own," Syrra interjected with about as much skepticism as Kajex was feeling. "Let alone five entire universes."

"It's true that he's about as mortal as any of you," Maichail acknowledged, "and as your leader was able to demonstrate he can still take injury. If it were a matter of going against him one-on-one, there are a few in this room who could probably best him. But his knowledge of combat doesn't make him dangerous- it's his ability to generate creatures of shadow that tips every scale in his favor, no matter what he's measured against." He cast his gaze out the nearby viewport, into the stars above. "They are sentient, but completely obedient to his will, and very powerful. It takes time and effort to generate each one, but it only takes a vast army of them to overcome nearly any foe, no matter how technologically advanced or powerful."

"For what purpose?" Luke asked.

Maichail paused. "... Did Bezalel not explain his goals?"

"He claimed that there is no manner of control in our galaxy," Luke replied. "That he feels neither myself nor the Jedi Praxeum possess the conviction nor the power to bring order to the New Republic, much less the galaxy. What he _said_implied that he would undertake such a responsibility himself, through his own means; that his goal was to bring all star systems under one rule, lacking any form of democratic method- he was particular about criticizing the New Republic consisting of so many differences."

"He meant what he said," Maichail assured him. "One universe unified under the same system."

"To gain what? Power? What drives this need to control so much territory?"

"A desire to see all corruption and wrongdoing cease." He shook his head. "It drives him mad, knowing- being able to perceive, in fact, the vast amount of injustices done in the places he upholds."

"So he's a witness to atrocity?" Luke pressed.

"Constantly. He has described it at times as a kind of psychic effect that he has little control over, something that torments him greatly."

"And you?" Luke asked. "What is _your_purpose here?"

"To stop him- if I'm able to," Maichail replied with uncertainty. "To do everything I can to put an end to what he's doing. So far I haven't been successful in bringing him down, but in that time he has not gotten rid of me, so I have no intention of stopping."

For nearly a minute not another word was said, and in that time Kajex kept his gaze on Luke. Whether it was due to Skywalker having a skilled mentor to study under, or because he learned the value of hiding one's emotions, the Sentinel had never truly gotten a bead on the Jedi Master thoughts. While he could feel the sincerity in Maichail's explanation, he could not tell if Master Skywalker was convinced. Before long, he had an answer.

"Very well," Luke sighed. "As noble as his intentions may sound on the face of it, it seems to be at the cost of a great deal of conflict. Even if he were right and could control this universe to the point of 'peace', as he defines it, it would mean a great deal of death and stagnation."

There was a slight look exhaustion on Luke's face as he said this, something Kajex did not like seeing. Hoping to ease his worries, he stepped forward. "Hey, it's not gonna happen, Luke- not without a fight. If this guy is so dead-set on conquest that he'll wage it whether or not we do anything about it, then we'll have to resist against it either way. And you'll have us."

The Jedi Master managed a small smile. "Thank you, Kajex." He looked to them all, his eyes finally resting on Maichail. "I'll need time tonight coordinate with other Jedi Masters, but I believe I have a firm idea of what to do next- but I need one answer from you, Maichail."

"Anything, if I'm able," the wolf told him.

"You said you've been working against Bezalel. Can we count on you to help us in putting a stop to him?"

The wolf nodded. "That was my primary reason for asking to see you. I'm not afraid to ask help, and though I don't want to see lives wasted... I think the Jedi are the best chance this universe has to resist against Bezalel."

"Very well," Luke nodded. "Then I think our course is set. We shouldn't rush into a conflict so soon, nor should we announce it to the New Republic at large- folks might think we've gone mad. At the same time can't we ignore this new visitor to the galaxy. I'll get in touch with the New Republic to see if more Jedi-manned cruisers can be fielded. And before you ask, Kajex, I sent out for the Inspired to bring in the Black Tomb pack- I figured you would not want them anywhere near the Mid-Rim, much less the Outer-Rim, and considering what I'm going to ask you and your pack to do..."

"You're going to send us back out," the Sentinel sighed, giving him a wan smile.

"Partly," Luke said with a look of hesitation. "As I said, I need time to figure things out. The most important thing right now is that I'm going to have you assigned to Maichail, if you would be so kind as to give him room and board for a few days while I make arrangements."

This, more than being told he and his pack were being sent out to the Unknown Regions again, unsettled the Sentinel, but he nodded. "Yeah... I might as well. No sense in keeping him near the other students just yet."

"Thank you." Luke looked to Maichail again. "It is my hope that you will be a benefit to these Jedi- they're some of the best I've worked with."

"I'll do what I can to help," Maichail assured him, bowing.

The walk back to the Gold Rush was silent, save for a few words between Kajex and the hangar engineers, assuring the Sentinel that his ship was refueled. Syrra could feel the worry radiating off her fiancee as he led the way back, not directed at anyone in particular, and while she knew she could ease his concerns with a few calm words (and a bit of snuggling), she also understood it would have to wait until a more private moment.

When they reached the ship and filtered into the lounge he turned to face his new guest. Syrra had known he was going to give a brief outline on where everything in the ship was; what she _hadn't_expect was the cold look he gave Maichail as he regarded him. It was enough that the foreign wolf backed up a half-step, looking wary. Locke seemed to be close to saying something to calm down Kajex, but thought better of it and allowed the Sentinel to speak.

"The ship's hall is set like a ring. Got the lounge and training area here; my quarters are fore-port on the outside, Locke's and Keris' are on the inside. Galley is past my room, then the armory; opposite are the extra crew quarters, you'll be in one of them." He nodded up the hallway they just exited from. "Refresher and showers are fore-starboard, inside of the ring; the crew quarters have their own mini-fresher." He jerked a thumb to the holo-table. "We got card-games and holos if you get bored; you're free to take any food except the noodle bowls. Finally, stay out of the cockpit unless I invite you."

Maichail nodded. "I will."

"Then that's it," the Sentinel said. "Gonna run some ship diagnositics in the meantime- Syrra, show him where he'll be staying."

"I will," the Trianii responded calmly. He looked in her direction just long enough for their eyes to meet. She said nothing in response, channeling her thoughts to him in the space of a moment. He seemed to nod- all at once, the tension in him seemed to fade away, and he left.

Locke was the first to break the silence. "Well, much as I'd like to talk I won't hide the fact that I'm exhausted- and I can already sense everyone else is too." He held a paw out to Maichail and they shook. "We'll leave it to the morning. Sleep well."

He nodded. "Thank you." The foreign wolf did not move until everyone else had left, each of them regarding him with varying degrees of curiosity and slight distrust. He looked to the hall Kajex had just left to. "So... your fiancee is... well..."

"You'll have to excuse him," Syrra said apologetically, gesturing him to follow her down the port side of the ship. "He has a hard time trusting people he doesn't know, it takes some time for him to warm up to others."

"As you say," Maichail said uncertainly, keeping in step. "I suppose he's simply looking out for his crew."

"It's a bit deeper than that," the Trianii said patiently. "This is a pack that we're part of. He treats the people on his ship like his family. In a lot of ways, it's... kinda like I'm mated to him already," she admitted, feeling a slight, pleasant flutter in her chest and a warmth in her cheeks as she said it.

"Even though he's not the same species?" Maichail asked.

"He doesn't need be of the same species to be in order for me to love him," Syrra insisted as she stopped in front of an unoccupied room. "His fathers weren't, either."

"Wait- his fathers were--" He looked back to where the Sentinel must be, looking ready to say something to Syrra- until he caught a look at her serious expression. Whatever he was going to say, he'd decided against it, giving the Trianii the opportunity to speak. When she did, she said it with as much calmness and diplomacy as she could.

"I'm not going to pretend that there are some parts of the universe who don't like the idea of two men being in love. I'm_ashamed_ that the majority of my species feels that way. That said, regardless of whatever your view is on the topic, I would_strongly_ suggest you not make your thoughts about it known to him." She keyed in the code to the room and the hatch slid open. "We're going to be spending a lot of time together in close quarters, and the last thing we want is a conflict with his parents as the topic. His ways may seem strange, but if nothing else, then_please_ accept that our pack's connection to each other is one based on bonding and love."

The gray wolf hesitated a few moments, then sighed and nodded. "Yes... you're right, Syrra. I apologize, I didn't mean to offend you."

"You haven't," she smiled back. "Give it time, and I think you'll see where he's coming from. Show him you mean well, and things will be alright."

"I'll do my best," he assured her, moving into the room and placing his bag on the bed.

"One last thing," she told him, reaching for the weapon on her side and holding it out. "I feel that you can be trusted to have this returned to you. The armory will still be locked from you, but I think this will be enough for the time being."

"It's all really need," Maichail agreed. "Thank you, Syrra."

"Sleep well." And with that, she turned away, leaving Maichail alone.

For minutes thereafter, Maichail sat in silent solitude; the wolf's claim that the cabins had been soundproofed seemed to hold true even for the smaller crew quarters. It was peaceful enough, the low hum of the ship's meager power flowing around the vessel almost forgotten as time ticked away.

With a sigh he set the weapon on the bedside table, turning his attention to his bag. Though he knew his flute lay within, he lacked the desire to play it to bring him further comfort. What little he knew of his new allies, he felt a moderate measure of concern; the idea that Kajex had little trust toward him was understandable, as Maichail certainly had his doubts about the Sentinel. Had Syrra not provided some insight and advice, he was sure those doubts would be stronger- but as it was, there was nothing for him to do but wait and see.

A burn in his throat caused him to gasp, paw coming up to his muzzle reflexively as he hacked and coughed. Though the burn subsided after a few seconds the ache of such a powerful coughing fit caused him to groan with pain. With an immense amount of reluctance he pulled his paw away, wincing at the crimson stain in the middle of his palm. He grimaced as the bitter taste of blood lingered on his tongue, taking a calm, deep breath before looking to the back of the room, to the small sink and faucet unit.

He sighed, getting to his feet. At least this, he thought, was a problem he could wash away.