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Spirit of Jedi Master Preena Tabanne and Jedi Master Daz Murl
Spirit of Jedi Master Preena Tabanne and Jedi Master Daz Murl
Visitations and callings
Originally Posted: December 13, 2011 - January 27, 2012
Frozen Forests of Darven Proviance
Socialist People's Republic of Fra
Mid Rim World of Fra
September 24th, 1936
Master Tabanne
Daz set meditating over the events of the day, alone just beyond the camp and out of sight from everyone else. The air was cold and the night didn't have a cloud in the sky. The moon light washed over him as he felt the warmth of his fire just before him. He felt a great sense of calm and order moving about him. It had been a long time sense he felt so at piece within himself. He knew that this world was once called Naboo, but now it was something completely different. Everything about this place had become different. There was so much for him to consider. So much now depended on his actions. Just a few days ago, he was Visst's Padawan, now he had become First Speaker of their group. He felt once more the weight of leadership on his shoulders. He recalled the mistakes of his past and felt that those mistakes were valuable learning lessons. He couldn't help but think of how differently everyone now looked at him, particularly Talon.
Only Angel knew Talon better than Daz did. He knew from personally experience growing up with her that she could easily forgive anyone for anything. Yet, Talon never forgot anything. It was almost as if she kept a score card on those who wronged her. Even still what he felt from her actions seemed to be even different for Talon. He knew that she held very deep routed emotions towards him. He couldn't help but consider if it was because she was not the real Talon. But she seemed to have finally put those feelings behind her. He was grateful for that and knew that it would make it easier for him to work on earning her respect once more. He knew that earning her respect would not be an easy task. After all, like all Azgards, she valued personal honor and respect over all other traits. He knew being around Talon's family that they didn't lie nor showed much respect for liars. She also hated what she called Jedi games. He knew that she referred to how many Jedi they knew would use the Force as a short cut to over come obstacles. For Talon and her people, it was the use of the mind and body to over come obstacles which defined what they saw as warriors. Though, he found it puzzling why she took such a liking to his new Padawan, Swip. Everything that he knew of Talon seemed to point to the fact that she did liked Swip personally. However Swip reflects nothing of what Talon would look for in a warrior. Electing to meditate on that issue later, Daz rested the issue of Swip and centered his thoughts on Talon. He knew that he needed to handle this with great care.
After all, he watched Talon grow from a young girl picked on to a powerful warrior. He knew that part of her training as she grew was geared towards personal combat with Force Users, namely Jedi. He remembered watching her train on her family's estate. There were former Azgardian Jedi who taught her how to fight against a lightsaber. Daz was sure that there wasn't a Jedi he knew who was around her level of experience and could beat her in single combat. With the exception of Master Chun. Still, he had seen her in combat and knew how deadly she was. Watching the Azgardians here train, he also knew that this style of training was not unique to her. He felt it a more wise option to avoid combat with her and seek to earn her respect and rebuild the close friendship that they once had. She clearly was attempting to do this, so Daz felt that the next move might fall in to his hands. Taking a deep breath he allowed these thoughts to leave his mind as he centered his thoughts on the moment. He could feel the force moving through him and around him. In that moment he felt a presence near him. He felt that he should know who it was, but he couldn't place a mental finger on it.
He opened his eyes to see the bluish image of an elderly human female standing on the other side of his fire. She was clearly dressed as a Jedi and Daz could sense her control over the Force. He nodded to her, “I feel I should know who you are” he asked softly and with respect to the spirit. She nodded as she reached up and exposed the center line of her chest. Daz could clearly see the circular wound that could have only been made by a lightsaber. He knew it was an old wound and in that moment, he knew who she was. He looked down as the memory of that day flooded his mind. “Preena” he said as he lifted his eyes up towards her.
She nodded as she formally introduced herself with a smile, “Master Preena Tabanne.” There was clearly no malice or resentment held by her. She closed her robes once more as she continued, “I see you have taken a new Padawan. She will turn out to serve the order well. What she brings to the order is something that it never had before. Swip will offer the Order a sense of balance” she explained smiling. “You have come along way Master Murl. Your efforts to turn back have been noticed. You still have a long hard road ahead of you, however. There will be many tests before you. Open your heart and mind to that balance which your Padawan can offer.” She looked down as the reflection of her face changed to a more serous nature, “However this is not the reason why I am here now. You and your group are to head to the Core World of Mearisa.” It was clear that what she is asking was important, but something else seemed to guide her next statement, “Time is important, but not so much that you shouldn't look before you rush forward. There is a small city on the other side of the mountains named Kisump. There you will find a man by the name of Friggy. He is a Gungan and he knows how to find the man your group is seeking. Through this, you will find both what you need to know about Mearisa and to fulfill what your group seeks. Do not take your time however, for Mearisa is waiting for you.”
Daz listened carefully to what the spirit was telling him. He took noticed to who was delivering this message. It only honed in the importance of the message. “What will I find on Mearisa” he couldn't help but ask.
She smiled, “What you have been seeking your whole life. Don't rush or delay too long.”
Master Murl
In the past, encounters with Force spirits had heralded portentous events on the horizon of Daz Murl's destiny. He recognized the wisdom in Jedi Master Preena Tabanne's words and was grateful for the opportunity to commune with her Force spirit. Looking up at her, he nodded his understanding. "Thank you, Master Tabanne. I shall be mindful of your admonition to temper urgency with forethought, and will follow the path set before me to lead our coalition to Mearisa."
When Master Tabanne was but a Padawan, Daz had become swept up in a storm of chaos, setting in motion a chain of events which had nearly cost the young girl her life. Thus, in many ways, she was responsible for the course his life had taken since that time, a truth that had not been lost on him.
Through his dark goggles, Daz gazed across the fire at her Force spirit and continued, "I do not sense that you harbor antipathy toward me for the injury you sustained on Kelore, when first we met. I was not permitted to visit you and apologize after the incident occurred, but if I had been, my apology would have been incomplete. I once considered it an unfortunate accident that Ranger Hraashi tripped on a stone and impaled you with her lightsaber blade. Now I realize that on that day, I allowed fear for future casualties of the Flail to cloud my judgment when I ordered the Republic Rangers to disarm you and your fellow Padawans blocking the Weeping Willow School for Gifted Children. As I was the Rangers' commanding officer, I am responsible for the wound you suffered. I am deeply sorry for the trauma I inflicted upon you in life."
Master Tabanne
She nodded, "Master Murl, what happened so long ago shaped both of us in to the Jedi we would later become. I no more look back on that day or this scare" motioning towards the wound on her chest, "in any sadness or regret. What happened, happened. All we as Jedi can do is learn from the past, be focused on the moment and be mindful of the future. Daz, you will be tested by the Force. I do not believe that you have the faith in the Force that many others do. Heed my warnings and learn this lesson. Be a leader who leads. Do not fall victim to your emotions or attachments. Be a student who learns. Do not become greater than you truly are." she looked down at him with a great sense of sadness, "Daz, you are not the only one who made mistakes. Mine, cost me my life and led to many thousands of deaths. Both mistakes were from the same cause. Attachments!"
Turning as if to look at something in the distance, "My time is short here. I lack the will to remain much longer. If you are to find the truth of what you have been looking for. You must follow the Force no matter how bitter the journey. It will lead you to the city of the dead. There you will find the next key to what you are looking for. Be careful, when you are finished, you may not like what you find. Do not push too hard if you are unwilling to accept the truth."
OOC: Narrator Edited to:I do not believe that you have the faith in the Force that many others do.
Master Murl
Daz paused, closing his eyes as he brought the fingertips of his right and left hand together while absorbing the guidance imparted to him by the Force spirit of Master Tabanne. Breathing in deep, measured breaths of the frigid night air, he quietly sifted through her words while further opening himself to the Force for greater insight.
Although Lysire had not appeared to Daz as a Force spirit, she had expressed a longing to move past her current plane of existence, stating that Master Yoda had already done so. Master Tabanne had now indicated a similar compulsion to depart, and he knew that he must now make the most of the time in which she remained with him.
Daz opened his eyes, again fixing them upon the Force spirit before him as he responded. "I shall listen to the will of the Force and put my full trust in its direction. Your warnings speak to my past failings, your lessons advise my future potential. As I find myself on the brink of destiny, I ask that you illuminate my present path with the knowledge and experience gleaned both in your lifetime and through your oneness with the Force."
Carefully considering the mysteries and lingering questions that had eluded him since his arrival in the dystopian future in which he now found himself, Daz systematically posed a series of questions to her one by one. "Master Tabanne, what cataclysm brought about the fall of the Republic, leaving the galaxy to decay, and did your Jedi Order survive? How did a malevolent Dark Jedi Order come into being and what became of the Sith Empire? What gave rise to the Church, enabling it to span the galaxy? What happened to Coruscant, Azgard, Alderaan, Trosia, and Baklid VI? What of my homeworld, Dorin, the Baran Do Sages, and my twin brother who was a guard at the Baran Do Temple in Dor'shan, for I have encountered my Kel Dor family name of "Murl" with surprising frequency in this era."
Next, Daz sought enlightenment concerning the Force vision Swip had shared with him. "Padawan Swip Larn is a Baran Do Sage and thus already skilled in farseeing," he began. "Several days ago, the Force presented her with a vision indicating that a perilous philosophical conflict might reemerge. After meditating on this, I suspect that a rift similar to that which existed between the Coruscant and Oulaven Temples, which led to the Jedi Civil War, could once again surface within the Jedi Order. Her vision indicated that these two ideologies could not coexist within the same Order alone together, for they would spell each other's doom. According to her vision, the Church, represented by a cross, is meant to join this Order, along with a fourth ideology which has yet to be discovered. Can you lend your discernment to her vision?"
Long before he had been sent into the far-flung future, there was a question Daz had hoped to ask Padawan Preena Tabanne. He lowered his voice and spoke softly through the vocoder in his antiox breath mask. "A man known only as the Puppet Master, who led an organization dedicated to bringing about the end of Force-users, called the Crusade, introduced me to my sister. This revelation occurred shortly before a lethal poison was administered to her. I had only minutes to freeze her in carbonite, hoping that one day I would find an antidote to cure her. Eventually, the Azgardians confiscated the carbonite slab that she was encased in and I was unable to locate her before we arrived here. However, before she was frozen, she frantically inquired about someone named Preena over and over again, up until I activated the freezing chamber. As intricately as the galaxy is interwoven through the Force, I believe that coincidence is the exception to fate's rule. When I learned your name after the incident on Kelore, I immediately wondered if you were the Preena my sister was so concerned for, but I was never able to ask you myself. Did you know Plo Murl?"
Master Tabanne
Preena nodded but the look of sadness spoke of a deeper emotion. “Master Murl, there are things that you are not yet ready to learn and I am not the one meant to tell you. However I can tell you this. Yes, I am the same Preena your half sister spoke of. We met aboard a ship controlled by the Puppet Master. It was so long ago, and we both were very young at the time. The two were part of some horrible weapon's test with other Jedi who were captured as well. Your sister and I survived not because of any skill. But because the test was stopped before our deaths. Because of his keen interest in you, her life was spared. I remember standing there crying as I saw my own death at hand. He could have had me killed like the other Jedi who had been slain. He didn't, instead he spared my life. There were times I look back and wonder if he had fully understood the impact of his choice in that moment or if he just saw me at the time as just one more tool in his plots to further weaken the Jedi Order. Like others before me, I was trained by his best scholars in the understanding of the Force and its mysteries. My loyalty to the Crusade was assured as my training continued. A chance encounter with Master Noor was fabricated as well as a prefect history that would never be questioned. I was taken in to the Order by Master Noor. My mission was simple, dismantle the Order from within. It would become a mission I could never fulfill.”
The mixture of feelings became clear as she told of her history, “as Master Visst and the Galactic Fleets were moving to engage the Chaos, Master Noor and I discovered a plot to destroy the Order, the Crusade and take complete control over the Republic. It was our belief at the time, that the Azgardians had become targets of this plot only due to their dealings with the Jedi and Master Visst. I later found out through a mission your sister went on that this was true. The plot was massive in concept and design. It had to have taken years if not decades to form. Master Noor's thoughts were that the Jedi Civil War was just a part of that plot. She was wrong and I knew the truth. Later I learned that forces beyond the Chancellor used the Civil War to advance this plot but they were not behind it. Master Noor gave her life so I could escape and let out the warning. I failed. When I woke up aboard an Azgardian supply ship, Azgard had already suffered from the fires of war. Scares that wouldn't heal in the hearts and minds of her people fueled the war. The plot was set in motion and the Order was being hunted down by the Rangers. The Crusade and their leader, the Puppet Master, became an unlikely ally to the Order in our time of need. The war was complete, and the heart and soul of the Republic would be a prize to be sought after. That is, if the Chancellor hadn't turned his own warships against it just before the final fall of the Republic occurred. By the time our forces arrived the entire planet was burning. The death toll was unimaginable.”
“I don't think the minds behind the plot or the war had taken in to account the lust for revenge that the Azgardians were capable of. Their road for vengeance burned across thousands of worlds as they sought retribution. Any world who claimed any level of support for the Republic became their target. The Jedi were too busy trying to avoid destruction at the hands of the Rangers to stem the anger of the Azgardians. While this horrible war raged, the Church stepped up its efforts to recruit members. Force users from both sides sought the peace that the Church offered. There message was pure and called upon all sides for peace. However like all things with this war, the Church was not what it appeared to be. Baklid VI became the Holy Seat of this new faction in the Galaxy and the used the wealth of this world to expand their own influence. Using the war as just cause, the Church drew worlds from the Republic and further hasted the down fall of the Galaxy to how it is now. By the time I inherited the Order after the Assassination of Grand Master Deook, there was nothing remaining of the Republic. Or the Order for that matter, by this time the Order only numbered in a few thousand trained Knights and Padawans. Very few Masters had survived the wars. Due to all of this, the Church had become the dominate Force Tradition in the Galaxy, despite its Crusade origins.”
“There was a short time when the Order, the Azgards and what was left of the Crusade had managed to win peace in the majority of the Galaxy. Just a short period in History. I had sent Jedi out to try to reinforce this peace through missions of Peace. Against the advice of Warlord Brea, I did not have them escorted by Azgardian Warriors. To my horror, the reports of Jedi being assassinated while on these peace missions started to come back. I have failed to foresee that the Ranger threat had not been defeated after all. When the Republic fell, the Chancellor had escaped to organize the Rangers once more. Your sister would later learn how his escape from death was managed and it would turn how we looked at the events in a completely different direction. Our Crusade spies learned that the Rangers were planning an attack on a Crusade world deep in the Core. It was their last refuge and a place where their families were being kept safe from the horrors of war. My Council looked deep in to the Force and saw it was a trap laid by the Rangers in an attempt to finally wipe out the Order. We also found out that the Church had its hands in this trap as well. It was the final act of their break away from the Crusade. The debate was frieze and I truly believed, at the time, I offered a sound argument to rescue the family members of our Crusade allies from this plot. I had thought that I had not allowed the attachment of my own family being on this world to govern my actions. I had thought that I had the support of my council. It would be a mistake that I would later regret.”
“The Rangers didn't expect the Jedi to show up in defense of this world with the full force of our allies. The battle was short lived and the world was saved. The Rangers were finally destroy and their threat to the Galaxy was over. I was hailed a hero and for the first time we actually thought we could rebuild the Republic. That was till we returned to our new home. That was till we were betrayed. On our way home, we had a final meeting with the Azgardians. After that meeting, they left the Galaxy to fend for its self. Warlord Bree told me that one day they would return when the Republic called one them once more. When we returned to our new home on Naboo, the final betrayal of the Jedi occurred. A member of my own Council, a trusted advisor and personal friend turned on us. He was a refugee during Jedi Civil War and his entire family had been killed during the bombing of their colony. He never trusted our Crusade allies, and at the time no one understood why. Sometime during the war with the Republic he found an obscure data card with something called the Yagami Files on it. No one ever suspected that he had become obsessed with the files or the destruction of the Crusade. When we first betrayed us and revealed these files even I didn't know what they were. He blamed the Crusade for the death of his family. No one ever thought he was capable of such hatred, his emotions had always been an issue but never like this. I had only told one person of my past in relationship with the Crusade. Your sister, Plo. Before all, he leveled claims against me and revealed my secret. He split the Order claiming my true loyalty was to the Crusade. He accused our last battle to be more proof of this. We had lost so many good Jedi. Many were my personal friends. Even at the time I was still grieving their loss. In the halls we built to bring peace back to the Galaxy, combat raged. The Order once more was divided. For those who wanted to place blame for all the horrors of what had happened, I became an easy target.”
“I found myself locked in a duel over the fate of the Order. All my life I had been trained to destroy the Order. In that very moment I found myself doing everything in my power to defend its future. In the end I did defeat him. In my moment of victory, I looked around to see the bloodshed in our temple and realized what was wrong with our Order. In the end I saw how our attachments over the past drove our emotions to war. I felt the Force moving about me and knew what had to be done. As I stood over him our eyes met and in that moment I realized the killing had to end. I lowered my lightsaber and ordered his surrender. I never saw the attack coming as I was stabbed in the back by an unseen attacker. When I came through, I was in Plo's arms. The look on her face told me that she didn't betray me or my trust. I could see the Betrayer was dead and his forces were fleeing our new temple. I remember fires and the ground shaking. I was knew I was dying. I asked your sister to promise me not to allow the traditions of the Order to vanish to history. She gave her word to ensure that the Order would survive this act of betrayal.”
Looking up to to him once more, “I know this doesn't answer all your questions, but I hope this helps you prepare for what more you will learn.”
Master Murl
Having listened attentively to Master Tabbane's tragic account of the galactic downfall and her own demise with his heart, mind, and senses keenly attuned to the Force, Daz was fascinated that he had unearthed as many questions as answers. Nonetheless, these questions were information in and of themselves, a commodity he appreciated.
"What troubles you, Master Tabanne?" Daz asked candidly. "These sorrows are behind you now, but your countenance is that of one delivering bad news to a good friend." Given that she was one with the Force, he respectfully took her at her word when she told him that he was not ready to learn the answers to all of the questions he had asked of her. He had resolved to trust in the Force and was content to do so. However, he wondered if there was something more she could tell him about what she had been able to share.
"I have noticed that, like the Puppet Master, you refer to Plo as my 'half-sister' rather than my 'sister' as she was listed in the Jedi Archives of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant," Daz mused. "Such a relation to me would be incongruous with our purportedly shared parentage. Might you be able to assist me in understanding that inconsistency? I would still like to know how Plo was freed from carbonite, who provided her with an antidote to the poison that the Puppet Master dosed her with, and what ultimately became of her." he pressed.
There was something else, and as far-fetched as it seemed, the Jedi investigator instincts ingrained in Daz insisted that he inquire further, just to be certain. "There is one more thing. Why do you conceal the identity of your Betrayer?" he asked, tilting his head curiously. "The Crusade crafted a diabolical scheme to murder my parents in cold blood during the Jedi Civil War. To add insult to injury, the Puppet Master cloned me and brainwashed the resulting lifeform to be a genocidal monster. My parents' executions were carried out under my clone's supervision before he vanished without a trace. Such wanton cruelty defies explanation." He paused, shaking his head at the memory before going on. "Tonight you have told one more individual from your past about your ties to the Crusade. Given that the Force has brought me into the future, I have little doubt that it can also return me to the past. I too have reviewed the Yagami Files. However, I can assure you that I will not give myself over to hatred in the future, present, or past. What occurred was the will of the Force, and, after learning the hard way, but learning my lesson well all the same, I have accepted it as such." Daz deferentially lowered his head.
Master Tabanne
Her sadness was clearly written across her face, “The visions which I am expressing to you come with a great sense of powerful emotions Daz. I am not delivering bad news, I am merely stating the facts as seen through my eyes.” She looked down as to focus the Force and draw upon its power. “Holding this form drains on me as it is, adding to this drain is maintaining control over these powerful emotions. I fear that this will be the last time I will be able to cross over and speak with anyone else in this realm. It is almost pleasant feeling. Remaining here in this form on this side of life defies the will of the Force. I look forward to returning after this request is completed.”
She nodded as she changes subject, “As for your sister. Daz, Plo looked up to you in all regards. Yes, you both shared a parent and didn't. It is not my place to talk to you about this and I sense that you are not ready for the truth about your family. Not yet my friend. I will tell you this. Everything you did, before the reports of your loss during the battle of Hothe, she idealized. Your successes, your failures, everything helped shape her in to the Jedi she became. I recall her making the choice between following your footsteps in becoming a Jedi Investigator or becoming a Instructor of the Force. She asked me what I thought you would want her to do. As we both did so many times, we turned to each other for advice and council. She helped guide me as much as I helped guide her. I told her that you would want her to follow her heart and heed the will of the Force. It was a funny thought, I had the same conversation with her when I was asked to become Grand Master of the Jedi. Her answer was nearly the same. As for how she was freed from the Carbonite, I do not know. Nor do I know what events transpired. All I know is that what ever happened, it came at a great personal price from Warlord Brea. I never thought I would see Plo again, then one day there she was. Warlord Brea said that no price could compare to that of pure Friendship. Plo and I were like sisters. I loved her like my own blood.” Once more the sadness returned, “I recall the look on her face as I died. I tried to comfort her in the loss. But I fear that I failed in that task as well. As for what became of her, she became a Jedi Master that would bring honor and pride to you. I know your life had that affect on her.”
Taking in a deep breath, “I conceal the identity of my betrayer because you are not ready for this truth.” summoning up the Force to such a degree that Daz could feel it flowing around her at levels he would associate with that of a Grand Master, “You speak of the Crusade as nothing more than a blood thirsty organization with only purely evil ends. I will tell you that the Crusade is not only what you have seen them to be. However, the Crusade is no more. What they did are a matter of history. I would also remind you that if the Crusade had not joined the battle against the Rangers and the Republic. The Azgardians and the Order would not have been able to achieve victory. The Puppet Master had many favorites he enjoyed toying with. You inherited your status from your father.” She raised her hand waving off any questions that might come up from that statement. “However, all that you endured under his toying with you, helped create the Master I see before me. You can look at this with some sense of comfort. What you do with who you are is up to you. However as you have said regarding our own crossing, it has shaped me to who I am. I learned much from you and it made me a better Jedi for it. Your impact on my life brought good because I wanted good to come from it. What the Puppet Master did with you within your life is up to you as to what comes from it.”
She paused a moment, “I wonder if it would bring you comfort to know that the man that you know as the Puppet Master gave his own life to save the very children belonging to the Order that I was trained to destroy. I used to mediate on that battle and it would always bring me great enlightenment that no matter what the past tells us of others, no one's future is set in stone.” she took a moment to refocus herself as she faded a bit. Once her image was stable she continued, “As for you being here, The Force did not bring you to the Future nor did I even know this was possible. I do not know of your future nor if you will return to the past. I am sorry Daz, as much as I know, you are here to stay because you were meant to be here.”
Master Murl
The realization that Master Tabanne would no longer be able to appear to him or any other lifeform as a Force spirit gave Daz a bittersweet pang in his chest. He would miss the opportunity to commune with her again, but found solace in the knowledge that she would soon know abundant peace and harmony, continuing to live on within the Force itself. Many centuries had passed since her death, yet she had managed to manifest herself there that night, and he was honored to have received her guidance.
A profound sense of happiness surrounded Daz like a warm embrace as she spoke of the woman who he now definitively knew to have been his half-sister, Jedi Master Plo Murl. Knowing that not only his triumphs, but also his most terrible mistakes had served to direct her path to becoming a virtuous Jedi Master had the effect of clean water cascading over his bloodstained conscience.
It did give Daz some degree of comfort to know that the Puppet Master had sacrificed himself to save Jedi younglings. He could appreciate Master Tabanne's point; the incarnation of the Puppet Master that had plagued him since he was a Padawan had been an idealist. He made a mental note to let the Puppet Master serve as a grim reminder that good intentions do not necessarily make a thing right.
It was strange, the way that Master Tabanne spoke of the Puppet Master as one might be expected to speak of a father, but in many ways he had been exactly that to her. She had silenced Daz before he could even begin to ask her about the Puppet Master's special interest in his father, Baran Do Sage Ord Murl.
Until scores of Baran Do Sages, including his parents, had been abducted from Dorin's Baran Do Temple in Dor'shan, Daz was unaware that the Puppet Master had ever targeted their secluded community at all. In fact, he suspected that they might never have fallen victim to the Crusade if not simply to torment him personally.
Master Tabanne's statement certainly gave him reason to believe that the parent he and his as yet unidentified twin brother had in common with his half-sister Plo was, in fact, his mother, Baran Do Sage Min Plund. However, Daz had felt the pain of his father's death through the Force aboard Ka-riss-ah…
Immediately following that sad experience, near the height of the Jedi Civil War, Daz and his compatriots had journeyed to Origin, returned to Coruscant, ventured to an uncharted Crusade world, reemerged from hyperspace to find the Republic had advanced two years into the future, undertaken a mission to Neeshana, and then finally made their way back to Coruscant before Daz finally discovered that Ord Murl and Min Plund had been slain at the hands of Biggs Saar and Lysire Chalco under the supervision of the Puppet Master's clone of Daz. The two years he was absent from Republic space had made it seem as though he had felt his father's death much closer to when their murders had occurred than he actually had.
Daz recalled an even earlier time before his friends and, at the time, fellow fugitives and he had even discovered Ka-riss-ah, right after they had fled Coruscant after he had unintentionally shattered their Fellowship, allowing the extra-galactic Chaos to attack the Republic and Azgard fleets in orbit over Coruscant, turning what had been meant to be an act of sabotage by Rebel Jedi into an unspeakable disaster, causing mass casualties and widespread destruction over and on the city planet's surface.
Having sought refuge on Baklid VI, Daz had received a vision through the Force as the others and he had slept in a cave. In it, he saw himself as an infant, crying in a crib beside another infant he knew to be his twin brother, who he sensed had not been touched by the Force. Five Kel Dor adults stood around their crib, including Ord Murl, Min Plund, and Jedi Master Qu'wash…
Suddenly, everything came zooming into focus at once. Daz now recalled learning that his former instructor, ace Jedi investigator turned infamous Rebel Jedi, Master Qu'Wash, had been slain by Warlord Raynar Heartman after prolonged single combat on Baklid VI at the same time he had felt his father's death through the Force.
As Daz began to comprehend the implications of this revelation, he listened to Master Tabanne as she reminded him that the past of an individual does not dictate the future, which can always be altered by choices. She added that although she did not know how he had arrived in this era, she felt that he was where and when the Force meant for him to be.
"Master Tabanne," Daz announced to her Force spirit as she began to fade away, "my father was none other than Master Qu'Wash!" He rose to his feet, folding his hands and humbly bowing to her increasingly translucent blue form. Thank you for bestowing your insight into the Force and helping shine light onto the past. May the Force be with you."
Master Tabanne
The look on her face change to a sense of concern, "Daz, you are not yet ready to face the truth of your family or their History. There is darkness down this path which you are facing. You must not seek it further till you are ready."
There was sense of concern on her face that the warning has fallen on deaf ears. She nods and accepts what will be, "May the Force be with you Master Murl. Be safe Daz." On that note, Jedi Master Preena Tabanne faded in to the darkness for the last time.
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Spirit of Jedi Master Preena Tabanne and Jedi Master Daz Murl
