Corellia: 18 BBY
"Mythos"
Nakoa Sen

Where are you? Nakoa blinked rapidly, dispelling the thought as quickly as it appeared. He furrowed his brows. Who was that?

"Nakoa."

He glanced up as Oni approached. "Yes?"

"We checked with the vendor, Elsie, again. She said she's heard nothing new. Neither has her pilot."

Nakoa sighed and dropped his forehead into his hand. Five days had gone by since they started looking for Les. Elsie's pilot had returned to Corellia the same day they had asked about him. Unfortunately, he knew very little.

He'd taken Les to Savareen and according to the townspeople, she had left the small village and disappeared. Nakoa had gone to the village immediately, but like the pilot said, Les was nowhere to be found.

"I don't know where to look," he sighed. "If she's just disappeared like that and isn't contacting anyone, then we might not be able to find her."

"I want to go to Savareen again and question the townspeople more," Oni replied. "Ketei already said she would come with me. What about you?"

Nakoa shook his head. "I have somewhere else to go."

"Where?" Oni crossed her arms.

"I need to go back to Kalevala. I've put it off for too long. Let me know what you find out. I should be back by tomorrow."

"Sure, but why do you need to go to Kalevala?"

Nakoa clasped his hands together. "I meant to go after we got back from Coruscant."

"Oh," Oni realized. "Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, it's fine."

She gave him a small nod. "I'll contact you if we learn anything new." Oni headed off the ship and closed the ramp.

Nakoa pulled his helmet off and entered the cockpit. He brought the engines online and took off. Nakoa switched on the signature scrambler as the Imperial blockade appeared above him. As soon as he was clear, he made the jump to lightspeed.

Nur: 18 BBY
Fortress Inquisitorius
Lesia Mirri

Les kneeled on the floor of a training dojo. She had been dressed in an outfit befitting the room, although she was certain they had no intention of letting her do anything. The same Mirialan Inquisitor stood beside her.

"This fortress was a project of the Emperor's even before the Clone Wars ended," she was saying. "After dealing with the Black Sun organization and driving them away from Mustafar, this place was ours for the taking. Isn't it wonderful to have a leader who is prepared for everything?"

"Am I here for a history lesson or are we doing something productive?" Les spat. Mustafar. I'm in the Mustafar System.

"Very well," the Inquisitor sighed. "You are so impatient." Les stiffened, feeling the Force begin to shift around her.

Darkness shrouded the room and Les leaped to her feet. She called on the Force, letting it accentuate her senses. There was no sign of the Inquisitor. A hand slid down Lesia's lekku.

She whipped her head around and stumbled back. Cole's blue eyes mirrored hers. He smiled, but it felt wrong. "You got lost in the snow, Commander. We found you, though."

Les stepped back from him. He came closer. "You're dead. How are you here?"

"Am I?" He grabbed her hand and held it below his nose. His breath was warm.

"I killed you," Les stammered.

"Oh, that's right." Cole dropped her hand. His gaze darkened and he seemed to tower over her. "After everything I did for you. After everything I sacrificed, you still killed me!"

"It was an accident! I didn't mean to."

"Didn't you?" Cole was striding towards her now, a blaster in his hand. Les stared at him, frozen in shock. He pressed the barrel of the blaster against her forehead. "Didn't you?"

"No," she whispered. Cole froze and melted away.

"Lesia."

She turned around. Master Mundi gave her a sad look. "Master."

"You failed me."

Lesia's lower lip trembled and she ran to her master. She fell to her knees, wrapping her arms around his legs. "I'm sorry, Master. I'm so sorry. If I had another chance, I would do better. I would be the padawan you deserved."

He rested a hand on her head. "It's too late for that."

Les looked up, tears streaming down her cheeks. Smoking holes covered his torso. Ki Adi Mundi watched her as he crumbled to dust. She shrieked, trying to wipe the dust from her hands. It clung to the moisture from her tears.

Les didn't fight the dark troopers as they grabbed her by the arms and dragged her back to her cell. The Inquisitor watched, a smile gracing her proud face.

Kalevala: 18 BBY
Former Clan Ralius Territory
Nakoa Sen

Nakoa's heart leaped into his throat as the devastated land appeared below him. He set the Mythos down and disembarked, after grabbing his old wooden necklace.

Even after so many years, the faint scent of smoke hung in the air. Nakoa closed his eyes. He could still hear the screams and see the snow and the blaster fire. He opened his eyes and began walking.

Not all of his memories of his home were dark. The other few that he had were mostly happy. Still, Nakoa wished he remembered more of it. He wished he could remember the faces of his parents.

Nakoa reached the destroyed building. The beam was still there, albeit more weathered than the last time he'd seen it. He dropped to his knees and braced a hand against the large timber. Nakoa swallowed hard.

His parents were still trapped here. Years ago, he'd asked Ketei if anyone had returned to bury his people. As far as she knew, no one had. Nakoa pulled his necklace out of his belt and set it on top of the beam.

"I don't need this anymore," he whispered. "I claimed revenge. Tarek Vizsla is dead, but not by my hand. I challenged him to single combat and defeated him. I was going to spare his life. He pulled a blaster on me and Feton Ralius killed him."

Wind blew the dust and remaining ash off the ground. Nakoa tugged off his helmet, letting the wind blow through his hair. "I wish I could remember you clearly. Ketei thinks you would be proud of me, but I'm not so sure. Not after what I've done to the woman I love." He ran his hand along the jagged beam. "I'm trying to make things right."

Nakoa turned around and pressed his back against the beam. He turned his gaze towards the sky. Clouds drifted overhead and the wind was cool. His eyes stung with unshed tears. He closed them for a moment.

He opened them to unfamiliar surroundings. He wasn't wearing his helmet and pieces of his armor lay on the floor. The sleeves of his flight suit were rolled up to his elbows. Nakoa's eyes widened in surprise. Les was sitting close by. He approached her cautiously. "Les?"

She turned her face, her lekku falling over her shoulder. Nakoa covered his mouth, his surprise only growing. "You're not going to be shy now, are you?" Les laughed. She inclined her head.

Nakoa joined her, his heart racing. She leaned her head back against him as he rested his chin on her shoulder. Les grabbed his arms and pulled them around her. He released a nervous breath as his hand brushed against her round stomach. Tears pricked his eyes, realizing what it meant.

"Why are you so nervous?" Les murmured. "You were excited when I told you."

He looked at her once more. She didn't look much older than when he'd last seen her. "I...Is this a dream?"

"A dream?" Les narrowed her eyes. Her gaze softened after a moment. "No, this is not a dream."

"Then what is it?"

"A vision."

"Then..." Nakoa shook his head. "This means I can fix things. I'll find you and sort this out." He perked up, then drew away from Les. "Where are you?"

"Where am I?" Lesia knit her brows. Her eyes became clear. He hadn't realized they were clouded before.

Nakoa blinked as their surroundings began to change. They no longer looked a bit older. Les was wearing a strange suit with the Imperial insignia on her sleeves. He was wearing his armor and his helmet. They stood in a dark hallway. At the end of it waited a familiar cell.

Les grabbed his hand tightly and met his gaze through the visor of his helmet. "Mustafar," she rasped. "Somewhere in the Mustafar System. Help me, please."

"I'm coming," he promised.

Nakoa jerked awake to hear his comm beeping. He pulled it off his belt and switched it on. "Oni?" He tried to rid his voice of any lingering grogginess.

"Ketei and I never made it to Savareen."

"What happened? Where are you?"

"We're still on Corellia. You'll never guess who found us."

Nakoa couldn't stop the burst of hope in his chest. "Who?"

"A witch called Manon. She met Lesia on Savareen and they traveled together for a while. She knows where Les is now."

"Somewhere in the Mustafar System?"

"Yeah, on the moon of Nur. How did you know?"

Nakoa gave a sigh of relief. "That doesn't matter." He leaped to his feet. "I'm on my way back now." He switched the comm off and faced the ruined structure one last time. "Mom...Dad...I love you. Thank you." Nakoa scooped his helmet off the ground and threw it on. He sprinted back to the Mythos and took off as soon as everything was prepped. Just hang on, Les. I'm coming.