Chapter 4. Time of Decision
Part 1. Last Hours on Coruscant
Nor-Ca was outside his old Master’s quarters, because he sensed that something important would be taking place there. The young Jedi Knight noticed a platoon of clones coming his way. “Another one,” one of clones, the Captain, judging from the colours on his armour, said. “Lieutenant, you and your squad keep moving and destroy all Jedi you come across, as per Order 66. We’ll deal with this one.”
“Yes, Sir!” the Lieutenant replied.
“Put your weapons down. I don’t want to hurt you,” Nor-Ca said.
“Open fire,” the Captain ordered without paying attention to Nor-Ca’s words. “I don’t think so…” The Jedi began whispering in a seemingly arcane language. A gust of wind rose up, becoming larger and larger and turning into small tornado. Before the surprised clones could even take him, the tornado came at them at incredible speed and blew them away. “Master Nillanthir, if you can hear me, please hurry back to your quarters,” Nor-Ca said through the Force. Two green lightsabers and a blue one were activated and deflected the clones’ blaster bolts. Several clones were hit by the returned bolts and fell dead to the ground. Vhiran rapidly used several Force pushes to smack the remaining troopers against the walls. He looked from the unconscious troopers to Bultar and Nillanthir. “We’ll let them be. Enough have died today already…” Bultar’s eyes suddenly widened as she saw one of the troopers hadn’t lost consciousness and was about to throw a round metal object he was holding at them. “Grenade!” she yelled and flipped over to the clone trooper. She firmly took hold of his arm, grabbed the grenade and threw it away through a broken window of the Temple. Receiving a punch sraight to his face, the last trooper also lost consciousness at the moment the grenade exploded outside. Bultar let out a short sigh and nodded.
“Alright.” Vhiran checked the area with all senses to be sure no enemies were around and then gave Nillanthir a short nod. “Lead the way.”
Nillanthir led the small group to where his quarters were. “Glad to see you are still around, Nor-Ca.” Nillanthir greeted as he opened the door to his quarters.
“Same here, my old Master,” Nor-Ca replied and as Churro and Amakusa jumped up upon the entering of the trio, Nillanthir led them all to what appeared to be a blank wall.
“I have suspected Palpatine’s betrayal for some time, so I prepared some ships that I have hidden beyond this wall. They are only one man fighters but I modified them to enhance their full potential. Use them well, choose where you will go. I will be going into hiding, away from the grasp of the Republic… I mean Empire… There I shall prepare to fight them when the time is right… May the Force be with you all,” Nillanthir said as he walked to his own ship. He then sensed another presence in his quarters. A dark-haired young woman had just stepped through the door and bowed to the others. Nillanthir smiled and was glad to see Padawan Nienna Inglorion had survived as well. “Good, there are just enough ships for everyone. Fortunately my ship is a two man fighter so I will go and see if I can find Master Jordan… No one must follow me on this. I will contact you all on frequency 89.5.”
“Very well. To go into hiding is the best option for now,” Vhiran replied. “But before I do that, I will be heading for Cato Neimoida. My old Master, Plo Koon, went there for a mission and I wish to find out if he still lives,” he continued.
“I’m coming with you,” Bultar said without hesitation. “Master Koon trained me also and besides…” She smirked at Vhiran. “I believe there are still some things you need to tell me.”
Vhiran smiled and nodded. “I’d hoped as such. Thank you, Bultar,” he said and walked over to one of the fighters. Looking at the other Jedi he said, “We shall see each other again when the time comes. I am certain of it. And when that time comes we shall bring back peace and justice to the galaxy, together. Until then…” he placed his hands on his hips and bowed to each of the others. “May the Force be with you all,” he said and then turned around to climb into the fighter. Bultar followed his lead. “Keep in touch!” Vhiran said with a smile as the cockpit window closed and the engines of the two fighters started.