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<blockquote data-quote="ragboy" data-source="post: 1807930" data-attributes="member: 4151"><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">thanks ledded! This part's a little mumbo-jumbo, but relevant... My kids were a bit more frustrated than the characters at the lack of information...which is always fun... <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /></span></em> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">Toba stayed on the ship to get some work done. The cool, damp interior of the chapel made Toba wish for home, somehow. He remembered his days in the swamps on Naboo, hunting for gig-frogs and swimming through cool, shaded waters. The past few weeks of constant running and fighting had the Gungan frazzled and in need of rest. </span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"></span></span> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“Aha!” Toba exclaimed, his voice echoing in the deserted cargo bay. A tangled pile of cast off parts littered his workbench as he tinkered with a battle droid’s head. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">The photoreceptors he’d installed, once part of a smashed protocol droid, came to life and the head emitted a series of diagnostic beeps. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">He powered down the head and began installing a set of micro-repulsors he’d built from a melted blaster. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“Now I’m just needing a talker box, and I’m all set,” he murmured, staring into the receptors of his new droid.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">Sia-Lann paced the interior of the chapel, stretching out her mind, seeking their mysterious charge. She felt nothing. The place was dead. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">Rann sat propped against a cool brick wall trying to block the pain of his wounds from his thoughts. He felt the Force strong within him; stronger than it had ever been. It was like a well of cool sweet water just waiting for him to drink. He brooded over what he had learned during the fight with the strange dark creature. Its physical body, as well as its weapons had dissolved away, as if composed of the strange green sand of this place. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">There was something left, though. Something he hadn’t told the others. A steel chain with a strange pink gem pendant lay on the sand where the creature fell. Rann had pocketed it without thinking. Now that he thought about it, he reached out with the Force, examining it. He felt something distant and hard to grasp. Not dark, but hidden. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“I think we’ve been had,” Arani said, sweeping her eyes across the hollow spire warily. “This thing is gone.” </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“Maybe we stood somewhere, or did something that triggered the hologram,” Sia-Lann pondered aloud. She walked around the strange sculpture and reached out and touched it. It was frigid to the touch, like ice, but dry. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“I’m sure it’s waiting for something,” Rann said. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“The Uduz has waited long enough.” The watery voice echoed through the chamber. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">Arani drew her blaster as she jumped in surprise. The two Jedi turned to look at the creature now standing in the doorway of the chapel. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">It defied any anatomy that they had seen, even from the rich mix of races in the Galaxy. The green almost gelatinous body seemed to move of its own accord, gliding quickly across the dusty floor toward the statue. Though it seemed to hover, they noticed that it actually ‘walked’ on clusters of almost invisible cilia that also sprouted from all surfaces of the amorphous body. A single bristling stalk angled up from the thing holding a cluster of eyes and a small mouth. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">Arani shivered slightly when the thing came near her and it smiled, grotesque on such a creature, but somehow allaying her fears. She holstered her pistol. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“We come seeking answers,” Sia-Lann said, formally. “A woman on Benelli Prime sent us.” </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“Answers,” the Uduz said, gliding to a stop and pivoting its eyestalk toward the young Jedi. “Answers are everywhere. It is questions that you seek.” </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">Taken aback, Sia-Lann opened her mouth to speak, and then shut it. She realized that the Uduz was not physically speaking, though its voice rang in her ears. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“I don’t understand,” she said, finally. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“The questions you hold do not lead to answers,” it said. “Only to deeper questions. These questions, I hold.” </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">The young Jedi looked to her companions and shrugged. Rann pushed himself painfully to his feet and hobbled toward the Uduz, a look of determination on his face. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“Our master, Wei-Lun,” Rann began, grimacing as he stopped and tried to maintain his composure. “We believed he was killed on our planet by agents of the Dark Side. Now we believe he’s alive. Where can we find the killers?”</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“There are killers everywhere. You yourself are a killer,” the Uduz said, its eyestalk pivoting again. “Why would you seek one over the other, when you stand before me and yourself?”</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">Arani sighed. This is going to take a while, she thought.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“We don’t think he’s dead, Master Uduz,” Sia-Lann put in, struggling to understand how this creature could help them. “The woman on Benelli…she said that he lives, and that you can tell us where he is.”</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“Where.” The Uduz seemed to chew on the word. “There.” It seemed to gesture toward Sia-Lann with its stalk. “And there.” It pointed to Rann. “Your master is the Force. And within you, the Force resides.” </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">Sia-Lann sighed heavily and began to walk away. Rann put a hand on her shoulder and caught her eye. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">*Patience.*</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">She was surprised at this and suddenly saw her companion anew after the fight with the dark creature. Rann settled painfully to the floor and turned his eyes toward the Uduz. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“Tell me of the Force,” he said, calmly.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">The Uduz seemed to settle, too, its eyestalk retracted to just inches above its undulating body. Rann felt waves of…pleasure…interest from the thing. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“You have known the light and the dark,” the Uduz began. “Let me tell you of a Force without these attachments.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“Ages ago, before galaxies, in the first days of the Universe, the Force is, as it is, not a tool for shapers or a religion for the sentient. The Force _is_. As pinholes in a very sheer fabric, the Force bleeds into our Universe. It is not as you are. It is not as I am. It is. Does it darken by the hand of one that would wield it in anger? No. Does it lighten by the mind of one that would serve a greater purpose? NO! The Force is. The darkness and the light are you. The Force is you. But these do not mix, any more than the weapon at your side mixes with a book that you read or a thought that you discover. These things are wisdom. The Force is not wisdom. The Force is not strength. The Force is.” </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“What about the creature we found and destroyed?” Rann asked, his head trying to catch up. “It wielded the Force. You said it was ‘of the Dark side.’” </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“The darkness is not the Force,” the Uduz maintained. “These are words. The Force is not words. I use words that you understand. Do you see? But these words are not the Force. The Force is.”</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“I understand,” Rann said. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“So do I,” Arani drawled from the back of the room. “This thing conned us to take out that thing and his pets. Now he’s going to weasel out of telling us anything.” </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“Wait, Arani,” Sia-Lann said, sitting beside Rann. “Why did we have to defeat the creature to speak to you? If the Force cannot be Dark or Light, then couldn’t you have defeated it yourself?”</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“Defeat, victory,” the Uduz mulled. “These are not the Force anymore than darkness or light are the Force. The Force is. As your body, so mine. I wield not the Force, but my body only. The Force is. The creature was of this world and the pinhole through which the others peek. The creature you sought was not the Force. The creature was not dark or light. These are words. The Force is not words.” </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“The Force is,” Rann finished for him. “You said that we could seek wisdom after this creature was destroyed. I have here evidence of our deed. Can you help us?”</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">Rann withdrew the creature’s necklace and the pink gem glittered in the dappling light from the statue. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“This is not the Force,” the Uduz intoned. “This is stone and stone. The Force is not stone and stone. The Force is.” </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">A long pause seemed to echo in the chamber as the two young Jedi stared at the strange creature. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“I can help you,” the Uduz said, finally. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“Where can we find Master Wei-Lun?” Sia-Lann said in a rush. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“Your master is not the Force. Your master is as your body. The Force is not as your body. The Force is,” the Uduz said. “Your master resides in the place where he was born. This place is not the Force. This place is stone and vacuum. The Force is not stone and vacuum. The Force is.” </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“Where is this place? The place where he was born?” Sia-Lann asked. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“Where,” the Uduz considered. “There. And there.” Again it pointed to the two Jedi in turn. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“He doesn’t know,” Arani said. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“The Force is not knowledge. The Force is. The Uduz knows nothing,” the Uduz replied.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“I think I’m going to be sick,” Sia-Lann said, standing.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">Rann turned to look at Sia. “He can tell us,” he said. “We just have to try and understand.” </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">He turned back to the Uduz to see only empty air.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“Well,” Rann sighed. “I guess we have more than we came with.”</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“More questions,” Sia-Lann said, irritated. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho'"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“I need to get this load to Coruscant,” Arani said. “Can we head on out, now? Maybe save the Galaxy after my bills are paid?”</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ragboy, post: 1807930, member: 4151"] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New][i][size=1]thanks ledded! This part's a little mumbo-jumbo, but relevant... My kids were a bit more frustrated than the characters at the lack of information...which is always fun... :)[/size][/i] [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-[/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New][font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]Toba stayed on the ship to get some work done. The cool, damp interior of the chapel made Toba wish for home, somehow. He remembered his days in the swamps on Naboo, hunting for gig-frogs and swimming through cool, shaded waters. The past few weeks of constant running and fighting had the Gungan frazzled and in need of rest. [/font][/font] [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“Aha!” Toba exclaimed, his voice echoing in the deserted cargo bay. A tangled pile of cast off parts littered his workbench as he tinkered with a battle droid’s head. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]The photoreceptors he’d installed, once part of a smashed protocol droid, came to life and the head emitted a series of diagnostic beeps. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]He powered down the head and began installing a set of micro-repulsors he’d built from a melted blaster. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“Now I’m just needing a talker box, and I’m all set,” he murmured, staring into the receptors of his new droid.[/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-[/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]Sia-Lann paced the interior of the chapel, stretching out her mind, seeking their mysterious charge. She felt nothing. The place was dead. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]Rann sat propped against a cool brick wall trying to block the pain of his wounds from his thoughts. He felt the Force strong within him; stronger than it had ever been. It was like a well of cool sweet water just waiting for him to drink. He brooded over what he had learned during the fight with the strange dark creature. Its physical body, as well as its weapons had dissolved away, as if composed of the strange green sand of this place. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]There was something left, though. Something he hadn’t told the others. A steel chain with a strange pink gem pendant lay on the sand where the creature fell. Rann had pocketed it without thinking. Now that he thought about it, he reached out with the Force, examining it. He felt something distant and hard to grasp. Not dark, but hidden. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“I think we’ve been had,” Arani said, sweeping her eyes across the hollow spire warily. “This thing is gone.” [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“Maybe we stood somewhere, or did something that triggered the hologram,” Sia-Lann pondered aloud. She walked around the strange sculpture and reached out and touched it. It was frigid to the touch, like ice, but dry. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“I’m sure it’s waiting for something,” Rann said. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“The Uduz has waited long enough.” The watery voice echoed through the chamber. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]Arani drew her blaster as she jumped in surprise. The two Jedi turned to look at the creature now standing in the doorway of the chapel. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]It defied any anatomy that they had seen, even from the rich mix of races in the Galaxy. The green almost gelatinous body seemed to move of its own accord, gliding quickly across the dusty floor toward the statue. Though it seemed to hover, they noticed that it actually ‘walked’ on clusters of almost invisible cilia that also sprouted from all surfaces of the amorphous body. A single bristling stalk angled up from the thing holding a cluster of eyes and a small mouth. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]Arani shivered slightly when the thing came near her and it smiled, grotesque on such a creature, but somehow allaying her fears. She holstered her pistol. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“We come seeking answers,” Sia-Lann said, formally. “A woman on Benelli Prime sent us.” [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“Answers,” the Uduz said, gliding to a stop and pivoting its eyestalk toward the young Jedi. “Answers are everywhere. It is questions that you seek.” [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]Taken aback, Sia-Lann opened her mouth to speak, and then shut it. She realized that the Uduz was not physically speaking, though its voice rang in her ears. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“I don’t understand,” she said, finally. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“The questions you hold do not lead to answers,” it said. “Only to deeper questions. These questions, I hold.” [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]The young Jedi looked to her companions and shrugged. Rann pushed himself painfully to his feet and hobbled toward the Uduz, a look of determination on his face. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“Our master, Wei-Lun,” Rann began, grimacing as he stopped and tried to maintain his composure. “We believed he was killed on our planet by agents of the Dark Side. Now we believe he’s alive. Where can we find the killers?”[/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“There are killers everywhere. You yourself are a killer,” the Uduz said, its eyestalk pivoting again. “Why would you seek one over the other, when you stand before me and yourself?”[/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]Arani sighed. This is going to take a while, she thought.[/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“We don’t think he’s dead, Master Uduz,” Sia-Lann put in, struggling to understand how this creature could help them. “The woman on Benelli…she said that he lives, and that you can tell us where he is.”[/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“Where.” The Uduz seemed to chew on the word. “There.” It seemed to gesture toward Sia-Lann with its stalk. “And there.” It pointed to Rann. “Your master is the Force. And within you, the Force resides.” [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]Sia-Lann sighed heavily and began to walk away. Rann put a hand on her shoulder and caught her eye. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]*Patience.*[/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]She was surprised at this and suddenly saw her companion anew after the fight with the dark creature. Rann settled painfully to the floor and turned his eyes toward the Uduz. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“Tell me of the Force,” he said, calmly.[/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]The Uduz seemed to settle, too, its eyestalk retracted to just inches above its undulating body. Rann felt waves of…pleasure…interest from the thing. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“You have known the light and the dark,” the Uduz began. “Let me tell you of a Force without these attachments.[/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“Ages ago, before galaxies, in the first days of the Universe, the Force is, as it is, not a tool for shapers or a religion for the sentient. The Force _is_. As pinholes in a very sheer fabric, the Force bleeds into our Universe. It is not as you are. It is not as I am. It is. Does it darken by the hand of one that would wield it in anger? No. Does it lighten by the mind of one that would serve a greater purpose? NO! The Force is. The darkness and the light are you. The Force is you. But these do not mix, any more than the weapon at your side mixes with a book that you read or a thought that you discover. These things are wisdom. The Force is not wisdom. The Force is not strength. The Force is.” [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“What about the creature we found and destroyed?” Rann asked, his head trying to catch up. “It wielded the Force. You said it was ‘of the Dark side.’” [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“The darkness is not the Force,” the Uduz maintained. “These are words. The Force is not words. I use words that you understand. Do you see? But these words are not the Force. The Force is.”[/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“I understand,” Rann said. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“So do I,” Arani drawled from the back of the room. “This thing conned us to take out that thing and his pets. Now he’s going to weasel out of telling us anything.” [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“Wait, Arani,” Sia-Lann said, sitting beside Rann. “Why did we have to defeat the creature to speak to you? If the Force cannot be Dark or Light, then couldn’t you have defeated it yourself?”[/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“Defeat, victory,” the Uduz mulled. “These are not the Force anymore than darkness or light are the Force. The Force is. As your body, so mine. I wield not the Force, but my body only. The Force is. The creature was of this world and the pinhole through which the others peek. The creature you sought was not the Force. The creature was not dark or light. These are words. The Force is not words.” [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“The Force is,” Rann finished for him. “You said that we could seek wisdom after this creature was destroyed. I have here evidence of our deed. Can you help us?”[/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]Rann withdrew the creature’s necklace and the pink gem glittered in the dappling light from the statue. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“This is not the Force,” the Uduz intoned. “This is stone and stone. The Force is not stone and stone. The Force is.” [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]A long pause seemed to echo in the chamber as the two young Jedi stared at the strange creature. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“I can help you,” the Uduz said, finally. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“Where can we find Master Wei-Lun?” Sia-Lann said in a rush. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“Your master is not the Force. Your master is as your body. The Force is not as your body. The Force is,” the Uduz said. “Your master resides in the place where he was born. This place is not the Force. This place is stone and vacuum. The Force is not stone and vacuum. The Force is.” [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“Where is this place? The place where he was born?” Sia-Lann asked. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“Where,” the Uduz considered. “There. And there.” Again it pointed to the two Jedi in turn. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“He doesn’t know,” Arani said. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“The Force is not knowledge. The Force is. The Uduz knows nothing,” the Uduz replied.[/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“I think I’m going to be sick,” Sia-Lann said, standing.[/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]Rann turned to look at Sia. “He can tell us,” he said. “We just have to try and understand.” [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]He turned back to the Uduz to see only empty air.[/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“Well,” Rann sighed. “I guess we have more than we came with.”[/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“More questions,” Sia-Lann said, irritated. [/font][/font] [font=MS Mincho][font=Courier New]“I need to get this load to Coruscant,” Arani said. “Can we head on out, now? Maybe save the Galaxy after my bills are paid?”[/font][/font] [/QUOTE]
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