Mother Lampir's Vision

Through the haze of sleep a voice resounds in your mind: "Rhen...Rhen..." Rhen recognizes the voice as Mother Lampir's. "I reached out through the ichor, and I learned of Sura Sindo, just as you asked me to. I have found something. A memory from long ago, experienced by one of our own. There is so much more to our history than even I could have imagined. Perhaps our people and the Jedi were not always so separate as they appear. I must meditate on this knowledge and contemplate its wonders. May it bring you the answers you seek..."

An image emerges from the mists of your shared dream, coming into focus in your minds in a manner evoking the visions granted by the artifact. This time, you're seeing through the eyes of a being seated at a computer terminal, their fingers flying across buttons and switches. The hands' skin is that of a Zabrak. The text scrolling across the screen is written in the ancient Sith language you encountered in the All-Furnace. Indeed, the room itself closely resembles the abandoned one under the sea where you first heard that name. Some kind of sigil flashes brightly and the person in the vision turns away from the screen to face the center of the room. Three other people - a human, a Cerean, and a Togruta, all in old-fashioned-looking robes with lightsabers at their belts - are seated at other terminals nearby. Anyone with ranks in Lore recognizes the clothing as the sort of thing Jedi wore in the time of the Old Republic. The Zabrak whose perceptions you're borrowing speaks first, sounding pleased.

Zabrak Jedi: The jump is complete. I'll start reformatting the navicomputer now.

The human Jedi, who has an insignia at her collar that seems to denote a higher rank, nods in satisfaction. She turns to the Togruta.

Human Jedi: Excellent work. Once we've established a stable orbit, tell the mechanics to start disabling the hyperdrives and the sublight engines.

Togruta Jedi: At once, General.

The Togruta starts relaying orders into a commlink in her native language. The Zabrak turns back to the console and hits a few more buttons - erasing data, you'd guess. The Cerean gets up and starts pacing the room, looking troubled.

Human Jedi: What's on your mind, Master Kel-Tu?

Kel-Tu: Alashaa Sanu won.

The human laughs.

Human Jedi: Alashaa Sanu and all her minions are dead at the bottom of a volcanic crater. The Jedi Order has eliminated yet another Sith superweapon before it could threaten the galaxy. I'm not sure how that counts as winning.

Kel-Tu: This is different from all the other weapons. This one has not been destroyed.

Togruta Jedi: A sentient species calls this moon its home, Master. They haven't mastered spaceflight. The oceans of Sura Sindo are all they know. Surely you don't think Sanu's actions should condemn them all to death?

Kel-Tu: Of course not. And Sanu knew that too. It's why she made this place into her weapon.

Zabrak Jedi: I still don't understand why we can't just send them all somewhere else.

Human Jedi: The beings of this moon were here long before Alashaa Sanu ever was. The Jedi Council judged that it would be wrong of us to exile them from their home because of her actions. And I agree with them. The best thing we can do for them now is to expunge the records, send the All-Furnace somewhere it won't be easily found, and let them live in peace.

Kel-Tu: I still don't like it, General. Sanu did a lot to this moon that we don't fully understand. We can't be sure how it will affect the inhabitants in the long term - especially considering their close connection to the Force. I have reason to believe the energies of the All-Furnace are already influencing the course of their evolution. How can we know that letting them stay here won't be just as bad as making them leave?

Human Jedi: Don't sell them short. Their strength in the Force will protect them from anything that remains of the Sith. It can protect the rest of the galaxy too. If we let them be, the simple joys of a thousand generations living out their lives will bury what almost happened here.

Kel-Tu frowns. He doesn't look convinced.

Zabrak Jedi: All the same, maybe we should send a Jedi back here to check on them. Every fifty standard rotations or so. If things have changed, then we can do something about it.

Human Jedi: I like the way you think. I'll make the recommendation to the Council.

The Togruta consults the screen in front of her.

Togruta Jedi: Orbit confirmed stable. The mechanical crew is at work. Let's do our part.

The Jedi stand, ignite their lightsabers, and chop apart the computer consoles in a shower of sparks. Kel-Tu stands off to one side, still looking uncertain.

Kel-Tu: May the Force be with us all. I fear that our descendants will find it difficult to live with the choices we have made today.

As the vision begins to fade out, Mother Lampir's voice can be heard again:

"Come back to us soon, Rhen. You are needed on Dathomir to finish the work we began..."