Yavin IV's Open Orbit

Not long after the High Maintenance had begun its descent, another freighter warped into realspace. In considerably better condition than the previous ship to orbit Yavin had been, the YT-2400 flew as direct a line for the old Jedi Praxeum as he could, accounting for planetary rotation and eventual gravity resistance.

In the pilot's seat, something in the guise of a black-haired Human male with piercing blue eyes looked over the jungle moon. Years ago, its master had sent it on a mission to exterminate those he had dealt with in the past. The trail had gone cold not long ago, and its master was now the only one that could point it in the right direction again after it had exhausted every last available resource. A problem had arisen when its master, too, had gone missing, vanishing beyond all means trace. Without further recourse, it sent an encrypted message to another engine of death; an older sister, of sorts. And when the other one replied, it had done so in its own unique programming language. Decryption had taken some time, but after it was done, the black-haired man had something that nobody else in the galaxy possessed; a Life Emulator's digital fingerprint.

Once it had that, the machine designated LE-03 had become remarkably traceable. The fingerprint had shown up all over the intergalactic HoloNet, and following each individual thread deemed that the machine had been on Felucia, right in the middle of the resurgent Jedi Order's headquarters; a place where all of the false man's trickery, deception, and skill would do it no good. But the signal had moved, and when it did, the black-haired man was right behind it, following its "older sister" all the way to Yavin IV. It was one of the reasons that its master had designed its predecessor without any sort of wireless connectivity; even if a signal could pierce the neuranium chassis, utilizing such a device could lead someone to find the black-haired man just as it had led to LE-03. And should that happen, the safety of its master would be compromised.

But while it shared most of its programming, knowledge, capability, and was built almost exactly the same - excepting a rarely-used wireless hardware package and being built out of lighter ultrachrome rather than super-dense neuranium - the black-haired man was not KR-04.

It had not come to Yavin IV to complete the mission KR-04 could not. It had come to converse with its compatriot, knowing full well that it would likely be in the company of Vidalu Na'an and that she would likely react negatively. The black-haired man was prepared - and programmed - for such an eventuality.

The black-haired man regarded the message cooly, formulating a response. Yavin IV had been abandoned for several standard years, and it had not counted on the presence of an active Jedi Praxeum, let alone one that was actively hostile towards inbound starships. In such a situation, there were few options that would allow a pilot to continue their ship's course without being engaged.

Few. Not none.

Hey, I'm sorry, the black-haired man said, the concern in its falsified voice not expressed in its cold face, but we're running on fumes up here and I've got a few families I'm pulling out of First Order territory. They must've hit the fuel lines or something, because we're not gonna make it to the next system at this rate, let alone one with viable fuel supplies!

==Recovering Z'har's Bones==
<<106 PP; P6 Sector, Yavin 4>>

There was a sharp crack in space, far closer to the planet than should be. The small shuttle was already nearly skimming the upper atmosphere by the time it fully re-entered normal space. Rare & advanced technology letting it pierce deeper into the mass shadow of the moon that was normally considered safe. While it wasn't cloaked, the shuttle had a wide array of stealth features, which combined with the unknown chaos on the planet below & their sudden appearance, should allow them to pass unchallenged. Already, the shuttle was diving down toward the Jedi Temple on the moon. Its contents consisted of a number of commandos that had been sent to investigate the loss of the carrier signal from their dearest leader. Their mission was simply to assess the situation, & if needed recover the Admiral and any other friendly forces that might be in the area. They would be on the ground in ten minutes.

*Raine gave a sleepy groan as her buirs voice came over the intercom. She wanted more sleep, then she realized where they must be. Hurriedly, she put her boots back on before making her way to her brothers room. He was tired, she could easily tell. She picked him up and head towards their buir. He was still half asleep when she carried him into the cockpit. Carefully she sat down in the co-pilots seat with Eimhin sitting on her lap.* "Are we here finally?"

*Raine gazed out of the cockpit at the planet in the distance. An uneventful looking ball floating in space. To Raine, however, it was a new adventure. She turned her attention to her buir when he explained why they were hanging back. The reason was understandable, especially if the Jedi did control the planet.* "So...recon then?" *Then another thought struck her.
Her buir had said if the Jedi were here.* "Why wouldn't the Jedi be here anymore?"

*Raine looked down at her brother when he asked what a Jedi was. Her eyes gazed out the cockpit window for a second as she thought on how to respond.* "A Jedi is someone who can use the force to enhance their abilities or manipulate things around them." *Then she remembered that Eimhin was three and what she was saying might be confusing to him.* "It's...kinda like magic I guess. The force makes up everything and that's what gives a Jedi their powers. Jedi are born with their powers, and their not very common."

*She stared out the window for a second before speaking again.* "I was almost one. But I left before I could finish my training." *She wrapped her arms around Eimhin and set her chin on the top of his head.* "I'm glad I left. Because if I hadn't, then I never would have found you guys....my family."

*Eimhin snuggles against Raine when she wraps her arms around him. He is silent a moment and then voices another innocent question.*

"Do I have the force too? And I'm glad your my sister..."

*The little four year old hugged Raine's arms against his chest.*

*Eimhin slid down off of Raine's lap and went to stand by his buir's side and gently tugged on his shirt to get his attention.*

"Buir? I'm hungry..."

*At that moment Eimhin's stomach growled, prompting the boy to glance down at his abdomen.*