ACT 10 The journey back to The Ark has DarkRula thinking of the conversation. Of what could have been done differently the first time he was here. Repeating what he had just done would have been a start, but he'd followed orders instead. Following orders could save you from injury or death. Or it could be used for the exact opposite reason. Forcing someone into injury. Or death. Or causing the death of another. So while the shuttle heads back to The Ark, plans are put in motion elsewhere. Outside DarkRula's control. Both with those he trusts, and those he considers enemies.
The shuttle landed in the main hangar, and almost immediately DarkRula and The Doctor departed from it. Through The Ark and up to its bridge, neither one said a word. The doors to the bridge open, and a battle droid is stood waiting by them. Commander colours. "Sir," it says. "The Jedi Council are wanting to talk to you." DarkRula sighs before moving to the comm station and activating the receiver. "Jedi DarkRula, awaiting orders." "Ah. Golden," Tee Vol states. DarkRula flinches at the use of his proper name. "We would like you to return to Ilum. Immediately." "Um, any particular reason? We are on the other side of the galaxy." "Yes. I know that. But what needs to be said needs to be done face to face." "Okay. Returning to Ilum, as ordered." The link is cut, giving DarkRula freedom of speech. "Why they had to make a base on Ilum I will never understand. It's the farthest place in the galaxy." "There are planets nearer to it, you know," the droid commander says. "Well, all right. Coruscant and the Core planets, yes. But either way, you heard what I said. Get us to Ilum." The preparations are started. During this, the droid commander asks "Will you be taking an escort with you?" "Of course not. Traffic Security will probably raise the alarm as soon as this cruiser comes out of hyperspace. What will the rest think if I had a battle droid escort?" "Um..." the droid says. "Well, I can do bet-" The Doctor starts. "They'll think it strange, that's what. And no, Doctor. We are not using the TARDIS." "I was only enquiring because I just saw on the computer that it'll take us three days and possibly over to reach this Ilum." "That's exactly the point. The Jedi Council are going to wonder how we managed to get across the galaxy in less than an hour, or do you really think they'll let it go unnoticed. I haven't told them anything about you, and I'd prefer to keep it that way." The Doctor remained quiet. "Good. Now, are the preparations finished?" "Yes, sir," one of the battle droids on duty say. "Off we go, then." The Ark jumped into hyperspace. DarkRula turns and leaves the bridge.
"Finally! Four days! Now we can finally find out what they want!" The Doctor looks askance at DarkRula, but it is one of the droids that asks the question first. "Should you really be talking about the Jedi Council that way, sir?" "Probably not, no. But why can't I get my next instructions through a comm meeting like I usually do?" "Stop being impatient," The Doctor says. "The important thing is to get you down to the surface, get this meeting finished, and then go." "Yeah," DarkRula sighs. "You're probably right." "How are you getting down there, sir?" a droid asks. "The Scimitar, of course." "Right... Well, good luck sir." DarkRula indicates for The Doctor to follow. In the lift, through to the one remaining connecting lift, and into the main hangar. "The Scimitar always stays in a safe and personal hangar of mine," DarkRula informs The Doctor. "Why not leave it on the tower hangar?" "I don't trust the security up there." "The TARDIS will be alright though?" "Hey, like you said. No-one's getting inside it without your permission." "Yes..." DarkRula ran through the security process with the droids, and the grate opened to allow the Scimitar to pass into the wider hangar. Out into space and down to the planet below, DarkRula was pleased to see they had finally added more measures to keep the cold out in the hangars. The icy winds were still the same, as were the freezing temperatures. The ice sculptures of the temple were the same. The only thing that had really changed was the greeting from the guards, who seemed somewhat nervous about the Scimitar. When DarkRula told them his business, they responded as usual, but this time took up escort duty as well. DarkRula wasn't bothered by them, only that he got this meeting over with quickly. At the entrance to the lift that would take him up to the council chamber stood Tee Vol, who bowed as they approached. "Jedi Golden, you will follow me up to the council chamber, alone." DarkRula flinched again at the proper use of his name, but he still noted what Tee Vol had also said. "Why alone?" "This is a top secret mission. There will be no-one but me and you in the Chamber while we are discussing it," Tee Vol states. "Oh, don't worry about me," The Doctor says. "I'll be fine. It's pointless to argue." "When you put it like that, Master," DarkRula says to Tee Vol. But that still tells me you don't trust The Doctor. The Council Chamber was indeed empty but for the two of them, and Tee Vol didn't seem to want usual Council procedure to take place. He sat down in one of the chairs, and instructed DarkRula to take the one next to him. "First things first," Tee Vol begins. "What did you find out from Naboo?" "It was just the Federation trying to stir them up again. They'd found out about the cyborg and joined forces with it." "Exactly as expected," Tee Vol says quietly. DarkRula waits for him to say more on the matter, but he doesn't. Instead, he moves on. "Now. You will be going to Cyrillia for your next mission. Kronis had told us, and so did you, that Jek Nori is still alive." "And what do I do once there?" "Bring him back to the Jedi Temple. It is time he returned." "So that's it? Go there, collect him, head back?" "Yes. Now, about this man you're currently travelling with. Could he be someone in disguise? Tricking you into following him?" DarkRula visibly jolted at those words. It was what he had been thinking. The Council didn't trust The Doctor. That was why he wasn't in this meeting. "Kronis met him first, and if Kronis trusted him, than so do I." Tee Vol sighs. "You- You may go." DarkRula quickly left his seat and headed down the lift. The Doctor was where he had been left. The two walked out to the Scimitar and left the Temple quickly with the ship's advanced power. "All of what was said could have been relayed through a comlink," DarkRula exclaims. "The fact of the matter is we're now further from our destination than we were before and we have to return here anyway! Just what was the point!" But he knew the point. And he had a feeling that the Jedi Council were interested in finding more out about The Doctor. Even if they had to split them up.
"And there we are. Cyrillia." The planet hung in space with dark masses of gas filling the atmosphere. It was difficult to tell what lay beneath. "The Ark - state you name and-" DarkRula flips a switch and lazily replies back before the announcer had finished. "Jedi DarkRula, requesting a visit with Jek Nori." The first voice had sounded like a droid, but the second one was definitely human. "Ah. DarkRula. Yes. Kronis mentioned you last time he was here. Where is he now?" "With The Force," DarkRula answers. "Killed on a mission. Or rather, invasion." "Ah. I'm sorry to hear it. Perhaps when you're on the surface we can talk some more." "Sure thing. Are we cleared to land?" "Bring yourself down. It'll be a pleasure to meet Kronis' padawan at last. It's a shame you couldn't meet mine, though." The comm clicks off. "Oh, I already have," DarkRula says to himself. Instructions for the landing site came through, and DarkRula beamed them to the Scimitar's computer. He then turned away from the computer and looked at The Doctor. "No offense, but... Would you mind sitting this one out?" "Why would I do that?" DarkRula laughs. "Come on, Doctor. It's a simple pick up job. I don't need an escort." "When you say it like that, it makes sense." The Doctor turned to one of the viewscreens and looked out at the planet below - legs apart, hands behind back. "Same rules as before," DarkRula states to the bridge at large. "Make no contact with anyone. If anyone wants to board, check with me first. And don't let any Neimoidians on board." "There will be no problems, sir," one of the droid commanders state. DarkRula turned on his heel and left the bridge. At the Scimitar, he checked the route before setting off. It was a simple flight down. Setting off, he reached the designated hangar quickly. Waiting for him was a droid. A protocol droid. It led him to a lift, which took the two of them down a few levels before moving off on a horizontal plane. Stopping again, the lift moves upward and stopped at its destination. The door opened, and the two stepped forward. Sprays of air removed any toxins from them, and then the second door opened. "Well, well. Don't you look older now." "Yes," DarkRula says. "Master Nori." "Oh, dispense with the 'Master', please," Jek Nori reprimands. "I've already tired of it." "Well, the Jedi finally want you to come home." "Do they? Do they really? I guess Kronis coming here was a stroke of luck after all. But the fact of the matter is - I simply cannot." "Why?" DarkRula quickly questions. "Is there something keeping you here?" "Yes, my boy. This air. Everyone here is droid except for me. The gases in the air, the pollution of this planet, is too great. I simply cannot move from this room, and I can no longer call on the Force to keep the gases away." "What about breathing apparatus? Surely that would do?" "We've tried. The workers used them, but even they couldn't keep the gases out fully." "What about for a short time? The ship I used is only a lift ride away." "I suppose it would do... But the pollution must have become more immense since then. I could probably only be guaranteed a few minutes..." "Sir, you must be free of this place," the protocol droid speaks up. "It would do you good to get away from here." Jek Nori stands up from his seat and stretches out. "If the Jedi really want me back, then I will present myself. However, I have no idea what condition I will be in when I return." "We've got medics on board," DarkRula states. "I'm sure they could rid any pollution poisoning out of your system before we return." "Very kind," Nori says. "Now. There should be a breath mask of some kind around here." The three of them search the complex of rooms, which DarkRula comes to realise is actually the traffic control station and the place where Jek Nori lives. As such, a spare breath mask was found within the traffic control station itself. The station could still be manned by organics, but the reputation of the planet's pollution had meant no-one wanted to work there. Even with the promise of a whole complex airtight to such pollution poisoning, no organic had wanted to take the risk. Jek Nori told him how he was the only organic left on the entire planet. All the rest were droids. With the breath mask found, and in place, Jek Nori stood by the other two at the lift entrance. The door behind them closed. The one in front opened. All three step into the lift, and it takes itself downward. Coming to a stop, it then moves on a horizontal plane. It then stops again. The tubing housing the lift exploded.
DarkRula lifts himself from the floor and looks to see how Jek Nori had fared. Lifting him up, a beep then comes from DarkRula's waist. A droid's voice comes through the comlink. "Sir. There are pirates. They came out of hyperspace and landed on the surface. Should we do anything?" DarkRula considers for a moment before answering. "No. Just stay hidden and hopefully we can be gone before they do any further damage." "That's exactly what we have done," The Doctor comments. "When we saw the warning, we moved behind the planet from their point of entry." "Good. We'll be with you shortly." Finished with the conversation, DarkRula looks up to see Nori had helped the droid up. But with the lift now out of action, they needed another way out to the Scimitar. "What's directly above us?" DarkRula quizzes. It was the droid that answered. "The main building. This lift system was built directly underneath the corridors of one of the factories." "The admin building," Nori corrects. "So if I cut us out of here, nothing will be broken of an unstable nature?" "No," the droid says. "Then stand back." DarkRula activates his lightsaber and cuts a large hole. The two layers of ceiling and floor crash with a clatter. DarkRula jumps out and helps Nori out. Both of them then help the droid out. Looking around, DarkRula sees the corridor is shorter than the lift shaft had been. "We need to go..." DarkRula reaches into the Force for guidance. He could feel the Scimitar through Kronis' lightsaber, which he had left on board. He sensed it behind him a few hundred metres away. Pointing out the direction, which took the shorter of the distances in the corridor, the group moved. At the end of the corridor, the group turns left. Then right. Then another right. Then another left. This corridor had a number of doors on it, but the group didn't stop until the end of the corridor. An intersection faced them. There was a left path, a right path, and a middle path. The middle path was the way they needed to go, but it was not a corridor. It cut directly through one of the admin buildings. And DarkRula could hear voices. Mechanised. Rough. Gravely. Daleks. "Ark. Can you map a route to where I landed?" DarkRula says lightly into the comlink. "If you go back the way you came and turn left, you should come to a tower you'll be able to climb to get to the rooftops," a droids replies after a few moments. "Okay." He turns the comlink off. "Back the way we came," he tells Nori and the droid. The three run back down the corridor and turn left. Half way along the next corridor is an accessway into the tower the droid had described. Climbing the spiralling stairway up two levels brings them out to an open area where they could drop down to the rooftops. DarkRula just stared out at the view. There was nothing interesting about the scenery - it was just endless factories and landing platforms. It was the fighters making their way around the facility, dive bombing and letting lasers fly, that interested him more. The rooftops had good cover points, but also had points that might be difficult. DarkRula stood back to let the droid through first. He uses the Force to lower the droid down, then Nori. He gave another great cough, then jumped down himself. Running at a slower speed than in the corridors, they climb over slopes before sliding down the other side. A fighter then flew above them, and they ducked in between two vents. While waiting, it gave DarkRula time to think. What would the Daleks hope to achieve by coming here? And was it best to keep the fact that the Daleks were here a secret from The Doctor? He knew the answer to the second one straight away. If he told The Doctor that Daleks were around, he'd probably want to come down and sort them out himself. But the first one left him stumped. Maybe it had something to do with Jek Nori, and that was why the Jedi had ordered him to bring him back. But that still didn't explain how they knew. Or why they hadn't told him. After all, they knew he was on the hunt for them. A poke brought him out of his thoughts. "Are we moving?" Nori asked. Instead of answering, DarkRula indicates that they should follow him. Diving out from the vents, he charges to the next slope, climbing it to check the area was clear. Nori and the droid catch up to him, and all three slide down the slope and move on. Running between the two slopes, DarkRula vaults a pipe stuck between the two without thinking. A clang and a shout brings him to a halt and spin. "Catherine!" DarkRula sees nothing but the droid, fallen - having tripped over the pipe - and Nori, knelt down beside it. The droid then spoke, giving DarkRula a jolt of confused understanding. "Go, Jek. Leave me and run!" "No!" Nori shouts. He turns to DarkRula. "Help me lift her!" DarkRula resigns himself to the inevitable. To him, it was a droid. But it meant something to Nori, and his happiness mattered in the eyes of the Jedi. Taking a step back and lifting his left hand, he settled his mind on one thing - lifting the droid. Without realising what he was doing, he had jumped to the side and let his hold of the droid go. He heard a pained scream. Lifting himself up, he saw droid parts scattered across the rooftops, with Nori still where the droid had been floating. DarkRula could see him sobbing uncontrollably. Looking up, he saw the fighter that had fired upon them. It looked as though it was coming around for another pass. "Nori!" DarkRula commands. "We have to move. Now!" If Nori had heard him, there was no reaction. DarkRula quickly scouts out a hiding spot, jumps to it, and uses the Force to pull Nori to him. The fighter could be heard screaming overhead. "Now then," DarkRula says in a quiet voice. "What was that about?" "She's gone..." Nori solemnly says. "Gone..." "Nori... What- Who was i- She? Who was she?" "A good friend," a hoarse voice says. "Catherine worked at the Traffic Control Station when me and my padawan first landed. Over the years, I bonded with her. I had given up on the Jedi ever finding us, though I suspect that was more down to my padawan's influence. But me and Catherine shared a bond, a bond that I have felt with no other person, perhaps not even my padawan. "There came the time when all people were converted to droids. Except me. I refused. And as such, over the years I was subject to the same poisoning these people had suffered for many, many years. Even my connection with the Force felt as though it was fading. "I chose not to have the conversion as it was my choice. I felt that I had done my padawan wrong. Allowing him too much free reign. So when it came to a choice I could make, I chose non-conversion. That choice has not haunted me since. And that reason is - was - Catherine. "When the poisoning became too much for me to handle, she had the Traffic Control Station sealed off, with only one way in or out. She was the one who took care of me, and as a droid our relationship continued. But something felt odd about it. She could express emotion with her voice, but not her movements." DarkRula sat, devoid of motion. Something inside clicked, and after checking the coast was clear, said "Come on. We have to keep moving."
Jumping over pipes as they travelled across the rooftops, DarkRula thinks about what Jek Nori had said about the human to droid conversion. It just didn't seem right to him, either. Checking in with The Ark, he guides Nori around another tower, thanking that the roof here was flat with no pipes or other things jutting out of it. But then he hears a ship coming, and pulls Nori down. As they land, both cough. Hoping it hadn't spotted them, the two stay as flat as they could. Lasers flew wide of them, but came nowhere near hitting them. "They appear to have gone," Jek Nori says. His voice seemed to be getting weaker, almost even more hoarse. "Yes. But I think it might be better if we crawled from here," DarkRula informs. "if another comes, it might not spot us." "I'll try, but I don't think I can." DarkRula starts moving forward. Looking up to check their progress, he realises the roof soon comes to an end. Continuing to move, he goes to pull himself up, but then stops when he senses danger. He felt Nori move in beside him, and look down upon the scene. Mandalorians surround the Scimitar, armoured up in different colours. It appears that they were investigating it, probably even recognised it as former Mandalorian property. "And how are we going to get to that?" Nori asks. "The Force," is all DarkRula replies. Closing his eyes, he puts one hand just over the edge. First, the guns of the Scimitar fire, making the Mandalorians near the front jump out of the way. The others react to the gunfire as well, making it easier for the Scimitar to be lifted up through the protective gauze. The Scimitar pulls to a stop, and the ramp opens at the same time DarkRula opens his eyes. Both he and Nori were stood up and the Scimitar had its engines active, hovering with its ramp open next to the roof. Both DarkRula and Nori run in and get to the bridge. Taking the controls, DarkRula engages forward thrust to blast away from the chaos of the city.
Only one Mandalorian hadn't reacted when the Scimitar had opened fire. He had been expecting it. Looking up to the sky, he had his HUD focused on the ship. The one that had passed hands so often, and had been in Mandalorian hands. But the new owner had killed a Mandalorian to claim the prize, and Krayt Skirata had a good idea of just who had been piloting, and perhaps even of the mission. "Sir." A blue suited Mandalorian ran to Skirata. Upon reaching him, he lowers his voice. "The Daleks are getting impatient. They want that technology, and soon." Skirata sighs and waves the other away. It was meant to be a simple mission. Acquire the technology that had been developed to convert organics into droids. It was said to have been a rumour, though. And he'd put it to the Daleks like that as well. But they had insisted, demanded, that he acquire it. But after what LeRane had put them through, he couldn't do it alone. The Daleks had wanted to be around as well. Even if they did get the technology, there was still the problem of how to use it. As far as the rumour went, only two people knew how. From his intelligence, he knew one of them was dead. And if he had guessed correctly, the other had just escaped. But he'd find someone, and that was what he had told the Daleks to do. While they hadn't liked being ordered, they had come to the conclusion that they would be better at finding a suitable candidate, and had left him to find the technology. Thinking back to the message the Daleks had sent - of them being impatient of waiting - Skirata figured the Daleks had either found someone suitable, or had finished terrorising the city. "Sir! We've hit the goldmine!" a shout descended from the rooftops. Walking into the city proper and using his jetpack to rise through a hole one of his men had cut, Skirata looks around and spots the man kneeling down a few meters away. "What is it?" Skirata asks. "The end of this mission," the man replies, holding up a protocol droid's head. "Are you serious?" Skirata felt a rise of anger. He took control of it, deciding to wait for the full answer before showing any of it. That was when he noticed the wire attached to the droid's head and leading to the man's helmet. "There's everything here we need. The Cyrillians appear to have become complacent. From just this droid alone, we know where the technology is held, how to operate it, and the list of everyone that worked on it. Though that one is just one name." After giving a well done sign to the man, Skirata opens the full clan link and relays the data of where to find the conversion technology. He then looks into the sky and focuses his HUD to give him a view of space. The Ark jumps into hyperspace. Skirata smiles. Even if DarkRula had been called to get the old Jedi, he was certain that the Jedi had no idea the Mandalorians would attack. And if DarkRula had told the Jedi, his clan and the Daleks would be gone before any Jedi showed up.
The Scimitar was back to its spot within The Ark, Jek Nori had immediately been taken to a med bay, and DarkRula had ordered The Ark into hyperspace while he and The Doctor checked on the condition of Nori. "But how did he get into this state?" The Doctor asks. "I'll tell you later," DarkRula testily says. "And what happened down there for you to need our assistance?" "Well..." DarkRula feels a slight pang of panic. Should he tell The Doctor? After the events that happened down on the planet, DarkRula didn't feel like admitting he hadn't done anything to stop the Daleks to The Doctor. He continued along with his fake story. "The pirates wanted to destroy the city. Maybe some war or something. The pirates managed to rupture the lift, and then cause a major gas leak in a corridor we were in." "Oh." The Doctor sounds mildly disappointed. "And in case you weren't paying attention, I just answered both of your questions for you." "Yes. I know." DarkRula looks at a status monitor. Jek Nori seemed in a stable but unresponsive state. Looking down at the monitor made him lose focus. His mind wondered. Droids can be just as sentient as organics? A loud announcement echoes through the med bay, and brings DarkRula back to the present. "The Jedi Council requests that you make contact. The Jedi Council requires that-" DarkRula picks out his comlink and calls to the bridge "Okay. I'll be right up." The announcement repeats itself one more time before an affirmative comes through the comlink. Out of the med bay, and using lifts to reach the bridge, DarkRula and The Doctor enter to an orderly work system. One droid stands waiting for them. "Does the Jedi look like he will survive?" the droid asks. "Not sure, but it doesn't look that way," DarkRula replies. "We'll make sure he gets the best treatment. The Jedi Council is waiting in the meeting room." "Okay." DarkRula breathes out, hoping that the interview would be short and sweet. Walking into the meeting room at the back of the bridge, the holotable has only one figure. "I hope your mission was a success," Master Tee Vol states. "Well... Sort of," DarkRula states meekly. "How so?" Tee Vol asks, the hologram flickering slightly. Before speaking, DarkRula turns a full circle to make sure no other being was in the room. "The extraction went simple enough. He agreed that it was time to move away from the place, and all three of us were heading to the ship." "Three of you? Why do you insist on having that man around?" "The third person wasn't The Doctor," DarkRula informs. Inside, he laughs at the thought that the Jedi thought The Doctor was his padawan. "The third person was Nori's personal dr- assistant." "Well, everything seems to have gone well. I'll ex-" "No. It didn't. The Daleks and Mandalorians invaded the planet, rupturing the lift system and forcing us out of the building. His assistant was blew up, we barely survived, and now Nori is in some sort of coma from all the fumes within the planet. He barely made it into a seat before I took off." "That is worrying. That is worrying," Tee Vol says quietly. "The reason being?" "Well, we was hoping to ask about all that had happened-" "But you already know-" "-from his point of view." "-that." DarkRula's last word faded. "Now. I want you to get Nori here as fast as you can. The Jedi Healers will be waiting for him." "Yes, Master." "Before I go..." Tee Vol shakes his head. "No. It can wait." The hologram disperses.
Out on the bridge, nothing had changed. Droids were going about their business, and The Doctor was even talking to one. "-and then of course there was the time-" The doors to the meeting room opened. The Doctor falters in his conversation and faces DarkRula. "How did it go?" The Doctor asks. "Fine." DarkRula's voice was dismissive. Almost distant. "You're hiding something. I can tell." "I'm not talking about it now. But... there's something... Almost like..." DarkRula quickly heads for the exit. "He seems troubled by something," The Doctor says. Lost in thought about what could cause DarkRula to revert inward, he didn't hear the droid ask for more details about his adventures.
Something was going on. What it was, DarkRula didn't know. But he could guess that the Jedi, or Tee Vol at least, were hiding something from him. Maybe they didn't trust him. Maybe they thought he had gone rouge. He just didn't know. Sat beside the medic bed of Jek Nori, DarkRula looks inward for anything that gave off any of those feelings. There was only one answer he was aware of. Something Kronis had tried to remove from him, and would now never have the chance to. The darkness. "Max?" a voice questions. DarkRula didn't react. "Haagh, fine then. DarkRula." A grunt of disgust at the name. "What is wrong?" "Nothing, Doc," DarkRula murmers. "I know there is- Wait? What did you just call me?" DarkRula looks up to see The Doctor stood over by the entrance. "Sorry, Doctor. I thought you were one of the medics." "Do I sound like a droid?" The Doctor asks. He sounded affronted at being likened to a droid. "No. No! Of course not. Just... wasn't really tuned in." "What is it that is troubling you?" The Doctor tries again. "Nothing. Not that you could help me with. It's just... My Master has been took from me. My mentor. My friend. And, as far as I can work out, he sacrificed himself for nothing. And now we have another Master right here. Abandoned by the Order, who now want him back in the fold. Nothing makes sense." "I'm sure there is a reason." "Not one they're willing to share to me, anyway." "Is that what this is about? You're feeling excluded?" "No! It's just... I feel... something. Something centred around me. Some bigger picture no-one is willing to tell me." The Doctor sighs. "I'm sure we all feel like that. When we get to the temple, I'm sure your questions will be answered." "Yeah. Sure they will. I'm sure they'll tell me the whole story of everything going on." "Are you two finished with your conversation?" a medic droid asks. "Um... Sure," DarkRula meekly says, caught off guard. "Why?" "The patient appears to have grown tired of it. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, I'd say he has grown tired of survival." "What're you-" DarkRula questions, quickly looking at the screen. It was the truth. Jek Nori was no more.
The Scimitar landed and the bay sealed off. Tee Vol had ordered this bay reserved specifically for what was coming. He didn't know what condition Jek Nori would be in when he arrived, but wanted a place for the ship carrying him to set down so the medics would be able to quickly move him to a medbay. The ramp opens and a medical bed was pushed out of the ship. Golden was doing the pushing, and he was followed, as always, it seemed, by that Doctor person. "It feels as though it might already be too late," one of the medics say. "There appears to be little life left in him." Tee Vol sighs and orders the medics to take him anyway. Golden pushes the bed to the medics and walks to where Tee Vol stands. "I'll be wanting a word with you," the Lurmen Jedi tells Golden. "Don't worry- DarkRula," the other man says. It was apparent he still couldn't get used to that name, hence why Tee Vol and the other Council members didn't bother. "I'll be waiting in the ship." Golden nods and follows Tee Vol. Leading him to the council chamber, he told Golden to sit, and could sense that something was troubling the young Jedi. "I understand something happened on the planet," Tee Vol states. "Am I to take it that this is what caused the injury of Master Nori?" Golden nods and explains the situation. How everything would have gone fine had the lift's tubing not exploded. How he recognised that Daleks were inside the complex and looked for another route out. How the rooftops were the only way back to the ship, that Mandalorians were admiring the ship, and how both of them had suffered through what had happened. "So should we take it that the Daleks are now in possession of this technology?" Tee Vol asks. "That human transformation tech?" Golden nods, saying "They looked like they were just conquering the planet, but I wouldn't put it past the Mandalorinas knowing about what the place held." "And so I'll set up a team to go explore." "They'll most likely be gone by the time you get there, but you might find something out. One thing though. Don't mention any of this to The Doctor. He's after the Daleks. Tell him what really happened and he'll want to go straight back there and fight them." "Don't worry. I can keep secrets. Now then, I must be on my way." Tee Vol walks out of the council chamber and into the lift, thinking about the Daleks and the threat they posed. Nothing to him or the Jedi Order, and the Mandalorians wouldn't attack either. Even so, the Daleks still scared him, for that firepower could be used dangerously. He would find a way to improve defence of the Temple, but for now, he needed to see to the condition of Jek Nori.