One Force Node generated "altered reflection" of me dissipates. Ghostie Jinn runs up, but is blocked from reaching my side. The other two "altered reflections" reform into Sargon, fully armored complete with skullface mask; and the young clone of Darth Feyd, currently wearing a shirt.
I am still not certain that these representations are the people I see.
In response to Big Evil Bigshot demands to be given the stuck holocron (which is still stuck) I respond with the annoyed voice.
It's stuck.
I am trying to clear the clog.
Gimme a crowbar.
More posturing.
I don't care about having the shiny.
I care about unjamming the Force.
Give me a crowbar, or get out of my light.
Banter ensues, but uninspired limp stuff.
I sent "Sargon" off to use his multitool on a not-wall-connected-any-more bit of damaged rebar, to carve me a crowbar. Which will then have to cool before I can use it. I sent "Feyd 2" off to source a stone fulcrum.
Then I used all the Light that I had carried within me as a plunger, pushing that holocron fully into the World Between Worlds.
After I have cleared the room of posturing Dark Siders, I asked the darkish Force, "What do you want?"
Curiosity. Simply curiosity. It's good to check on the children from time to time -- even if some misbehave; and some disbelieve. That is fine. I can watch them anyway.
A young Crimson Knight put it there before she traveled on using the World between Worlds, seeking escape the only way she thought possible. She has used many gates, leaving confusing trails behind.
Davish and I send the Kolene children, Spook, Rex, and Cody to go back to the port and report these felony weapons violations to the Portmaster. Possible that as they give information, they may in turn be given info that the Portmaster discovers while researching how these 2 bad guys got to this location on Dantooine.
We then flatten the two with heavy stun so that we can strip them, hogtie them, document them right down to the stuff under their fingernails, and find out what is really going on here.
This "Sargon" is not facially scarred. He is also not a Vorpadaran. Sandy tan hair, green eyes, not Tapani at all.
Not-Feyd is using a lifemask of the exact tech from the Mene-Gesserits. Crewcut dark hair, could be brown or black. Definitely not a Vorharkonnen.
Aboard the
Night Sparrow, we regroup to interrogate some people who disrupted the dinner party.
We have a Mentat named Cadbury, a fellow with electric blue hair and (for his Corellian Lounge Lizard disguise) a paisley shirt. Aerena, Zaye, and I converse with him in the galley.
They picked up a chef. KitKat, Danar, and Yosha work around Chef's imposed technological constraints.
Davish has Mentat Braq-Qoli Florette secured to the gurney in the medbay.
Cadbury is such a dramatic, naive man. He tries to play off that he's murdered so many humans that it blurs together. He's a liar on that. He has not been whacking humans. He insists that he
is a murderer, and for that, he
deserves to die.
No. He will not be taking the easy way out. He does not get the easy path. He
will spend the rest of his life doing the work of redemption. No wimping out into despair, no passive suicide. He
shall do the work.
And this path started an hour ago.
Any time he deviates from this path, a random Kolene will hit him in the face with a pie.
Might not always be a cream pie. Might have a crust.