Brothers

[Taegin Roan]

Not yet!  Computer problems put it on hiatus, but I'm hoping to get the next chapter posted either tonight or early tomorrow.

Yay. It is just getting interesting.

[Karmack]

Cool!  Sorry to hear about your computer, though.  Losing a PC can be a real pain!

[TheDutchman]

Not yet!  Computer problems put it on hiatus, but I'm hoping to get the next chapter posted either tonight or early tomorrow.

Sorry to hear about that TDC 

Whenever you are able 

[TheDrunkenConsular]

A bit late, but hey, they say better late than never, and I wrote this about six times, each version starting a different arc before settling on this one.  Hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter 4: Luminous Beings

TEN YEARS LATER


    L2-A1 could not be recognized as she knelt on the floor in front of Rakham, tinkering on his left prosthetic.  Gone was the B1 chassis, replaced by a body Rakham had constructed during their long months hiding out in space on the scrap freighter.  Her profile was now much more humanoid, with the bulkier limbs serving multiple purposes, allowing for stronger armor plating, upgraded silent running servos, and perhaps most importantly, allowing Eltoo to wear human clothes as a disguise.  Gone was the snout shaped head, replaced by a carefully molded chrome face.  The clunky three fingered hands were replaced by six long, slender digits that allowed for more fine control.  However, as different as the outside was, her programming remained untouched, including, of course, the faulty aggression inhibitor that Rakham hadn’t had the heart to change.
    “Wiggle your toes, Master Rakham.”  Eltoo said. Rakham complied, noting the squeaking sound he’d noticed coming from the robotic limb was gone and all five of the digits were moving properly.
    “I think that’s got it, Eltoo.  Thanks.”  Rakham replied, rolling his trouser leg back down and replacing his boot.  “Anything you need patched up?”
     “No sir, all systems are performing optimally.”  The droid said, standing and pulling a dark cloak over her metal frame.  “We’ll be making planetfall in ten minutes.”
     Rakham nodded in acknowledgement and pulled a clay pipe and leather pouch of sweet smelling brown herb from his pocket.  He packed the pipe, but before he lit it, he took a look around the common room he was sitting in.  It was small, but to Rackham, the dingy seats, stained floor and cluttered corners were as welcoming a sight as any he’d ever seen.  This ship had been his home for almost a decade now.  The Fugitive, they called her, but on paper the ship had no name, merely a registration number.  He let his mind drift into memory as his head was wreathed in smoke.
     When he’d come out of the bacta tank after the Purge, there had been nothing but confusion, fear and pain.  The four of them seemed to be alone in a galaxy full of enemies, so they’d spend an entire year hiding with the crew of the scrap freighter.  Rakham was sure that the the only thing that had kept him, his brother and Dala from coming apart was the boy, Adkai, or, as they had taken to calling him, Addy.  All three poured themselves into his training.  Rakham taught him swordsmanship, and showed him the path of balance, Dala taught him to use the Force as well as any Jedi Master, and Heditt taught him the Sentinel arts, from espionage to slicing to exerting one’s will through the Force.  Of course, by the time they’d gotten to that point, years had passed, and instead of hiding out on someone else’s ship, they’d acquired their own, a beat up old spice freighter made on Corellia.  They started running supplies to Outer Rim colonies, making a name for themselves as people who could navigate anywhere, and complete any contract.  Of course, no one else knew that it was the Force guiding their path.  Before too long, a system had been set up by Heditt and the last of the Sentinels.  There were still many Jedi hiding out on hard to reach planets, and the Fugitive made regular runs to deliver supplies to many of them.  Life was good, and as some semblance of peace returned to their lives, a love blossomed between Rakham and Dala.  On the fifth year after the Purge, Rakham and Dala were married aboard the Fugitive, in the very room where Rakham now sat.  Addy had grown into a fine man and talented Jedi, the heat from the Empire had mostly died down, and for the next five years, all four were happy to lead a simple existence.  The cargo business did not make them rich, but it it didn’t leave them hungry, and other than a handful of close calls, life was as good as one could hope for given the situation. 
     Rakham’s reverie was broken when Dala walked into the room and dropped onto to the seat beside him.  “Did Eltoo tell you that we’re landing soon?”
     “She did.”  He replied, laying his head on her shoulder and resting his eyes.  “Do we have to go deal with the Hutts? I hate dealing with the Hutts.”
     “The alternative would be poverty and starvation, love.”  Dala replied in her smooth, sophisticated accent that Rakham so loved.  He groaned and stood up, stretching his arms and back. 
     “Well, can’t have that.  I’m gonna go make sure that Heditt and Addy don’t crash the ship.”
…
    As the five of them walked down the loading ramp into the Mos Eisley heat, Heditt was on edge.  He didn’t know if any of the others felt it, and he didn’t want to mention it until he was sure, but as they made their way through the dusty streets, he became almost certain they were being followed, but the presence he felt wasn’t threatening, merely… hopeful. 
     “Someone’s following us.”  He said, just loud enough to be heard by his comrades.
     “I feel it too.  Wish I had my lightsaber.”  Rakham replied.  They had all stopped carrying the ancient weapons in public, for fear of drawing attention.  Now, an assortment of blaster pistols were their only defense.  L2 had leaned very happily into that situation, carrying an overbored DL-44 on each hip and a sawn off DLT-19 under her cloak. 
     “Shall we go hunting, Master Rakham?” L2 asked, a tone of hopefulness in her metallic voice. 
     “Yeah, let’s.  Follow my lead.  The rest of you keep going, we’ll catch up.”  With that, Rakham ducked away, taking apparent interest in a street vendor’s wares.  The stand was run by a Jawa, who sold an assortment of jewelry made from desert glass.  A necklace caught Rakham’s eye, and he casually negotiated the price as L2 scanned the crowd of people for their tail.
     “Found him.  He’s watching us.”  She said quietly.
     “You remember the Coruscant maneuver?”
     “Oh, I remember, Master.”  L2 replied evilly.  Rakham was certain that were she capable, the droid would have been grinning from ear to ear under the sand colored wrap around her head.
     “Let’s go, then.”  He said, walking calmly and slowly into an alley.  As he’d hoped, the quiet alley made a cross shape between four buildings, and they ducked down the left path.  Rakham stopped a few feet down the alley, leaning back against the wall. L2 was nowhere to be seen.
…


      Tasrii Kepressa looked at her reflection in the dusty glass window of her room overlooking the Mos Eisley spaceport.  Bright red skin framed her blue eyes, with traditional black Zabrak tattoos covering most of her head and neck.  The sight of her horns, cruelly ground down to flat nubs, brought a flash of pain despite the age of the wounds.  Somewhat angrily, she picked up her helmet and set it down over her head, locking it into her armor.  Now, the only thing in the reflection was a suit of red Mandalorian armor, badly scarred and roughly patched, but it wasn’t the reflection Tasrii was watching now.  The cargo freighter TI-1023958 had just landed, and coming down the ramp to speak with port security were the people she’d been searching for.  Two Human men, a Twi’lek woman, and a custom battle droid.  Grabbing her backpack and a battered A280 blaster rifle, she hurried downstairs to follow them.
     Tasrii was certain that, if these people were who she hoped, they’d know that she was following them.  Her guess was that they would eventually split up, and that might give her an opportunity.  Sure enough, two of them peeled off, Rakham Crescentfall and, if she wasn’t mistaken, the droid L2-A1, though the latter was covered head to toe by a cloak and headwrap.  The stopped for a few minutes to do business with a peddler, and continued into an alley nearby.  Without a moment’s hesitation, she took off after them, following in their tracks until, rounding a corner suddenly, the giant man stood before her like a wall, arms crossed, a pipe clenched in his teeth.
     “Hello there!”  He said, and Tasrii suddenly knew she’d fallen into a trap.  She dropped her rifle and tried to put her hands up, but before she could there was a heavy Thump! behind her, and a steel hand forced her to her knees as a muzzle pressed against the back of her neck.
     “Point your arms straight out the to sides and don’t move them unless you want me to redecorate these walls with whatever mush you have inside that suit.”  A surprisingly gentle (in tone, at least) feminine voice said.  She complied readily.  She tried to speak, but the muzzle pressed hard into her neck when she did.
      “Scan complete, Master Rakham.  Subject is Zabrak, female, 18-21 standard years of age.  Armor weapon systems inoperable, no other weapons on person.  I suggest summary execution as a course of action.”  L2 said, snatching upwards on Tasrii at the end for emphasis.
      “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Eltoo.  First, I want to know why our guest here was following us.  There’s no bounty on any of us, we run perfectly legitimate freight and have yet to make any enemies, so what’s the story?”
      “You’re Jedi!”  Tasrii spoke with a drawling accent, but the words spilled out rapidly, fearfully.  “I need a teacher.  My name is Tasrii Kepressa, I’ve been looking for you for years!  Please believe me, I didn’t come here to fight you!” 
      The grin vanished from Rakham’s face.  “Eltoo, pop that bucket off her head.”  He said coolly, striding forward as Eltoo replied, losing her grip on the Zabrak’s shoulder.  It didn’t matter, because when Rakham reached her, he placed his hand on her forehead, and when he did, Tassri’s back arched, her mouth fell open and her eyes went wide.  Rakham probed her mind mercilessly until he’d found everything he was looking for.
      “Alright Eltoo, leave her alone.”  He said, removing his hand.  Tasrii collapsed to the ground, gasping.  “I’m sorry.”  He said to her, offering a hand to help her up, then embracing her as a brother would a sister.  “I’m so sorry.”

[Karmack]

OK, that was worth waiting for!  A new character, and a very interesting one at that, and the mind probe was also interesting.  These guys have stopped acting like Jedi in some ways...  More like Grays...  :-)

Well written and extremely engaging.  Thank you!  Looking forward to the next installment.  I sense a shoe waiting to drop...

[Illyiss]

Echoing the above, well worth the wait!  Great job, as is coming to be expected!

[TheDrunkenConsular]

Thanks for the comments, guys!  I've got the second part of Luminous Beings done ahead of schedule, so I figured I'd go ahead and post it.  I do want apologize for any editing flaws, this computer is really, really awful and it's a pain to do anything at all on it.

Chapter 5: Luminous Beings, Part II
     Heditt was just beginning to worry when L2 came picking her way up the crowded street towards them.
     “Masters!  Master Rakham sent me, he wanted me to tell you that he’s unharmed, but had to return to the ship with the prisoner.  He wants you to “Deal with those damn Hutts” and then meet him back there.  He also wanted to me to tell you that his communicator is malfunctioning, so, I believe he said, “If you somehow manage to cock this up, you’re on your own.””
     “Is that all?”  Addy said.
     “Er, I believe he also wanted me to relay his best wishes to Mistress Dala.”  The droid said bashfully.
     “Did he now?  Well, go ahead, tell us exactly what he said, I know you remember his words exactly.”  Dala teased as they continued walking, knowing that it had likely been terribly lurid.  L2 leaned forward and whispered in Dala’s ear, and it was indeed scandalous.  Feigning astonishment, Dala gasped and playfully slapped L2 on the shoulder.  “Why, I never heard such- I should have you spaced with the rubbish, you horrible machine!”
      “I’m sorry, Mistress!  You made me say it!”
      Addy was clearly amused by the whole situation, but Heditt found the behavior unbecoming of Jedi.  He wondered, sometimes, if Rakham and Dala even still considered themselves to be Jedi.  He imagined that they did not, and while that broke his heart, he could not blame them.  The Order was gone, and it likely would not return in any of their lifetimes.  He resolved to speak with them about the matter later, but now wasn’t the time for reflection.  They were approaching the warehouse where the Hutts were holding the cargo they intended to buy.  He felt a tingle in his spine as they walked up to the door.
     “Be ready.”  He said.
     “Master, I have a bad feeling about this.”  Addy said nervously. 
     “Like I said, be ready.”  Heditt touched the intercom beside the door, but before he could speak, it opened with a hiss.  They stepped into the well lit warehouse to find it surprisingly empty.  There were several scattered crates, but their cargo wasn’t here.  The Hutts were nowhere to be seen.
     “Masters, get down!”  L2 shouted, snatching the cut down DLT19 out from under her cloak and opening fire on the crates, a rapid stream of blindingly bright, crackling bolts of energy pouring from the muzzle of the weapon.  “Stormtroopers!”  She added between bursts.  Sure enough, white armor began to peak around the crates, tentatively returning fire.  There was no cover between the Jedi and the Stormtroopers, and the door had slammed shut when L2 started firing, so they laid down prone, making themselves as small as they could.  Several bolts hammered into L2, burning out harmlessly against her upgraded armor.  L2 was blasting Stormtroopers almost as quickly as they appeared, but the troopers were putting up a fight.  A bolt slammed into the barrel of L2’s blaster rifle, turning it into a crumpled mess.  She dropped it and drew the twin DL-44s, but before she could resume her barrage, the troopers returned fire almost as one, concentrating fire on L2.  A bolt manage to get through her leg armor, driving her to her knees even as she began to return fire.  Of the roughly half-dozen Stormtroopers left, only one survived L2’s counterfire, his blaster having overheated.  L2 dragged herself back to her feet, and began limping toward the survivor, who began attempting to fire his E-11, the trigger clicking uselessly.  A deft shot from one of the DL-44s tore the blaster from his hands.  He turned to run, and the next bolt hit him in the knee.
      “How do you like it?  Not much fun being shot in the leg, is it buddy?”  L2 taunted him, kicking him in the ribs hard enough to buckle the white armor.  She knelt beside him and placed the muzzle of a blaster against his helmet.  “Tell me a story, buddy.  Tell me the story about why you ambushed us just now.”
     “We were ordered to!  They said that someone gave a tip that Jedi would be meeting here!”  He whined in pain.
     “Who told you that?  The Hutts?”
     “What?  No! We arrested the Hutts!”
     “Eltoo!” Dala shouted raggedly.  “We have to go!”  Eltoo looked over her shoulder at the Jedi, and saw Dala holding Addy’s limp form as Heditt tried to get the door open.  He’d been hit, more than once.  Eltoo pulled the trigger and stood, getting back to the door as quickly as she could and kicking it as hard as she could with her hurt leg.  It was hard enough, the door was ripped out of it’s frame.  As they stepped outside, there was chaos in the street, and parked in the middle of all of it, the Fugitive.Standing at the bottom of the loading ramp, a figure in Mandalorian armor with a blaster rifle was laying down a blistering amount of fire as Rakham ran towards the door, his green and blue lightsabers in hand for the first time in years.  He didn’t stop for a moment as they came out, taking Addy’s unconscious form from them and turning for back to the ship.
    “We gotta go!”  He shouted.
    Back on the ship, L2 was hurriedly running through her combat medic protocols, trying to help Addy as Heditt and Rakham ran to the bridge and Dala and Tasrii made for the turrets.   Rakham grabbed a headset and spoke as he took the copilots seat. 
     “Tasrii, meet my beloved wife, dear brother and loyal droid.  Dala, Heditt and Eltoo, meet my new apprentice.  I’ll explain that later if we survive.  The deal was a setup, and at first the Imperials didn’t take the report of Jedi seriously, but now I’m afraid we’ve convinced them. I’ve got TIEs on the scanner.  Tasrii, Dala, keep them off us long enough to break atmosphere and get to hyperspace.”  Even as he spoke, he was punching in coordinates, the first ones he could think of. 
     “Did they attack the ship too?”  Heditt asked.
     “Yeah, they were setting up an ambush when Tasrii and I-” The ship shook violently as the shields absorbed fire from the TIE fighters.  “-They were setting up an ambush when we came back.”
     “Second question, who is that and why would you tell her that we were Jedi, let alone offer to take her as an apprentice?  How do you know she isn’t involved with this?”
     Rakham was quiet for a moment.  “She was sent by Kadmaur.”
     Heditt froze.  “Master Kadmaur is alive?”
     “Not anymore.  She left him on his deathbed.  He began her training, but didn’t have enough time to finish it.  She has an affinity for the Force that’s rare, Heditt, and if it was Master Kadmaur’s last wish that I train this woman, then she’ll be Force-damned trained.”  The cockpit was silent, except for the distant squelching sound of the blaster turrets and hum of the engines.  Within moments, they had broken atmosphere.
     “Punch it.”  Heditt said.
     “Punching.”  Rakham slid the silver handles hyperdrive throttles all the way to their stops, and like that, the Fugitive was gone, hurtling through space towards the last place where Rakham had felt like he felt now.  The last place he’d felt like a Jedi; they were going to MB-3079178.

[Karmack]

Yup!  Yup!  There it is!  The other shoe!  You just have to pay attention to the music...

*Dutchman taps on Karm's shoulder and whispers in his ear*

Oh, yeah, right.  I forgot, y'all can't hear the music....  *sheepish grin*  Sorry!

*ducks out*

Seriously, nicely done.  These are fun characters, and I like the direction this is taking.  :-) 

[Lord_S_Gray]

I guess all good things come to an end, they had a pretty good run for ten years it seems.  Interesting some of the point Addy made re Rakham and Dala...hmm an early sign of internal dissension?  Also love L2, a psychotic feminine Robot...like a more jovial version of Cameron from Terminator TV series!

[Taegin Roan]

Okay, somehow I had missed chapter 3, so at the first half of chapter 4 part one was a little confusing. After going back and reading chapter 3 it makes a whole lot of sense. Poor Rakham. Getting both his legs cut off by Vader. Ouch. But these Chapter 4 parts 1 and 2 were really good. I now want to know how the Empire knew they what, when and who they were. Good story so far.

[Illyiss]

And again, today, you took me to a place far far away...  Thank you.

[TheDutchman]

Yup!  Yup!  There it is!  The other shoe!  You just have to pay attention to the music...

*Dutchman taps on Karm's shoulder and whispers in his ear*

Oh, yeah, right.  I forgot, y'all can't hear the music....  *sheepish grin*  Sorry!

*ducks out*

Seriously, nicely done.  These are fun characters, and I like the direction this is taking.  :-) 

Lol Karm!

BUT you can all READ it in Karm's threads!

On a serious note, great to see Rakham & Co. back in action!  The addition of Tasrii is a welcome one!  Although I wonder how it will change the group's dynamic...

Looking forward to the next installment!

[TheDrunkenConsular]

Who says you can't write at work?

CHAPTER 6: Fugitives
      There was a faint, almost imperceptible light flowing between Addy’s wounds and Rakham’s hands, and Dala wondered for a moment if she was seeing the light with her eyes, or sensing it through the Force.  The younger man was still unconscious, and there were terrible wounds across his torso.  He lay on a table in the Fugitive’s common area, as Rakham tried his best to heal them, but this was beyond his abilities.
      “Eltoo!”  He shouted, as Addy began to stir.  The droid came rushing into the room, carrying a surgical kit from the emergency stores. 
      “Please give me room, Master.”  She said, opening the kit and hurriedly going to work.  “The wounds are within my expertise to treat, but I must act quickly.”
      “Thank you, Eltoo.”  Rakham said, raggedly.  He wasn’t an expert healer by any means, and his attempts had drained him.  He momentarily lost his balance as he backed away from the table, and Heditt reached out to steady him. 
      “Sit down, brother.  Rest.”
      Rakham nodded and complied.  He found himself in the same position he’d been in just hours ago, looking around the Fugitive.  Now, the air of peace and tranquility was gone.  The body of a Stormtrooper lay by the door, left there after he and Tasrii had returned to the ship and triggered the Imperial trap.  There were three or four others somewhere.  Tasrii was standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, not sure what to do, and Heditt watched L2 work.  Dala would be in the cockpit, he was sure. 
      “Heditt, you swept the ship for trackers, right?” Rakham asked.
      “Of course.  We’re clean.” 
      “Are we forgetting anything?”
      “No.  The emergency stores are loaded, and everybody is either okay, or going to be.  There’s only one loose end.”  Heditt shot a glance at Tasrii.
      “She’s not a loose end.  I told you, she knew Kadmaur.”
      “That doesn’t make it any less suspicious that she showed up at the same time the Imperials did.  No offense.”  Heditt argued.
      “None taken.”  Tasrii said. 
      “You didn’t know Kadmaur.  The old man would have known if she was working with the Imperials.  He wouldn’t have sent her if she was dangerous to us.”  Rakham replied, leaning his head back against the wall and closing his eyes.
      “What exactly did Kadmaur say to you?”  Heditt asked Tasrii.
      “Heditt.”  Rakham admonished.
      “No, I mean it.  I know that you trusted your Master, Rak, but your decision to train this woman affects all of us, and I want to hear her story.”
      “Since when is my word not good enough for you?”
      “He’s right, Rakham.  We both trust you, completely, but this woman is a stranger, and we don’t trust her.”  Dala interjected as she entered the room.  “So, Tasrii, if you don’t mind, we’d like to hear your story.”
      “Master Kadmaur told me to trust you, so I’ll tell you, but it’s a long story.”
      “We’ve entered a stable orbit.  We have time.” Dala said firmly. 
      “Alright.”  Tasrii said, removing her helmet.  “Have you ever heard of the Olta Station?  Most people haven’t.  It’s an old space station in orbit around a dying star deep in the Outer Rim.  It’s a haven for smugglers, drug lords, thieves and slavers.  The gladiatorial combat is the main attraction, you could say.  Prisoners, slaves and stupid folks looking to make a name for theirselves fight to the death in the Pit, to much fanfare and celebration.  I ended up in the first category.  I mouthed off to the wrong bounty hunter, and he had me locked up and put in the fights.  They loved Zabrak in the pit, because my people are supposed to be such great fighters, but I’d never swung a blade or fired a blaster in my whole life before that.  I guess maybe it’s right what they say, though, because I took to it like a fish to water.  I made it for six months in there, doing nothing but training, fighting, training and fighting.  I got good, and I got famous, and eventually I got so used to it that they started letting me wander free and gave me a pretty good cut of my winnings.  That didn’t end up being much of a gift, because a couple of weeks later, a crime boss who’s champion I’d killed caught up to me outside of a bar.  They beat the fight out of me and dragged me off.  What happened next… wasn’t good.”  She paused for a moment, unconsciously touching the stumps of her ground off horns. 
     “I didn’t know how long they’d had me at the time, but I learned later it had been a month.  I don’t know why they kept me alive, I guess just because they liked torturing me.  I think I was pretty close to breaking when he finally came.  Master Kadmaur.  The door to me cell opened one day, but instead of the usual gangster or torturer, it was an old man.  His face was lined, and his hair and beard were silver, but I remember that stride, he walked like a man in his twenties.  All he said was ‘Follow me.” and he led me out of the hideout where I was being kept.  He’d killed all of them it looked like.  He told me he could sense the Force in me, and he talked me into letting him train me.  That went on for a couple years, but his teachings were centered on discipline and control, not on using the Force.  I think he was afraid I might have been too dark, and he wanted to make sure I wasn’t gonna go bad.  I learned the history of the Jedi, and what really happened to the Order a decade ago.  He taught me about the Sith too, and the things that they’ve done.  He said that the righteous path lie in between the two extremes, but it was hardest to resist the pull of the dark, and that if you let it take you, it would own you, and you’d lose yourself.  He didn’t want that to happen to me, he said.  He was almost ready to move on to the next stage of my training when he got sick.  I don’t know what was wrong with him, but he withered away almost before my eyes.  He was the first family I’d ever had.”  She stopped again.  Rakham gave her an understanding look.  He’d come to terms with the death of his master long ago, but it had hurt to lose the kind, wise old man, and he missed him dearly.
     “It was a year ago that he died.  He told me that I’d need to wait for you in Mos Eisley, and when you’d be there.  I don’t know how he knew.  He told me one other thing.  He said that before I could be trained further, I had to come to inner peace, and I had a year to do it.  He said to meditate, and that I would know what to do.  So, that’s what I did, and it didn’t take long for me to know what I had to do.  I went back to Olta, and I found the bounty hunter who’d forced me to fight.  I fought him, and I won.” She stopped, and pointed to three grey metal patches over the red chestplate of her armour.  “I took his armor, to remind of what I had overcome, and I flew to Tattoine.  I did security work so I could afford to live, and I waited for you to show up.  That’s all there is to tell”  She finished.
     “Thank you, Tasrii.  Would you mind waiting here while we discuss the matter in private?”  Dala said kindly.  Tasrii nodded in return, and the three Jedi walked into the hallway.
     “Satisfied?”  Rakham asked.
     “She sounds dangerous, Rak.”  Heditt said.
     “We’re all dangerous.  If we weren’t, we’d be dead.”  Dala noted.
     “Fair enough.  I just mean that I understand the way you feel, Rakham. She was trained by your old Master, and to you that makes her a sister, but does she consider you a brother, or a means to gain power?”
     “Did I mention that I probed her mind, brother? Her intentions are not ill, and her words are true.  I will train her as Kadmaur wished.  I don’t ask for your help, and if you offered I would reject it, but I need you to accept my decision.  Both of you.”  Rakham half pleaded.
     “I knew Kadmaur by reputation, and if the things they said of him were true, he was a great man.  I agree that you must train her if it was his wish.” Dala said.
     “Alright, fine, but there’s still the matter of exactly just how the Imps found us out.”  Hedditt said, and everyone was silent.  The silence was broken when L2 poked her head into the hallway.
     “Thought you might want to know, Master Addy is stable, and the prisoner has refrained from eavesdropping on you.”
     “See?  She doesn’t even drop eaves.  You two drop eaves all the time.”  Rakham joked, happy for an excuse to abandon the current conversation, even if only temporarily, as he walked back to the common room to check on Addy.
     “I’m still going to keep an eye on her.”  Heditt muttered.  Dala patted him on the shoulder before joining Rakham.
CHAPTER END

[Illyiss]

Your writing is so engaging, and leaves me hungering for more of this great story!

[TheDutchman]

I am glad we got to learn more about Tasrii; there's something intriguing about the dichotomy of a usually "bad" character in the role of an angel  . Or so we're told...
I am so very glad that you were able to continue this story TDC (sorry to hear about your computer).  The more I learn about these characters, the more I'm invested in them.  Thank you for sharing!

Until next installment friends